TOUM Changes Lives
A Shrunken College Student
chapter 15
by
copier
· original author:
worstfailure
You heard that voice and you tried to scream without a mouth. It belonged to Erin Meyers, the most notorious member of Son Squishers, the woman your mother tried so hard to emulate, and a woman you were positive deliberately tormented her own son, Pete, in staged "accidents" to get professional looking photos and videos to cultivate hundreds of thousands of likes. Erin stood up and placed a hand on your mom's shoulder comfortingly. Melissa looked up at her role model like a lost little lamb looking for guidance and Erin planned to give her some. Guidance that certainly wouldn't benefit you, but would increase Erin's internet fame.
"My name is Erin Meyers," she told the reporters. "I'm a content creator for the Son Squishers online club--you can find my profile under EpochOfErin, one word, Erin spelled E-R-I-N--and I'm also a close, personal friend to Melissa Swift. Melissa is also a member of Son Squishers. Like so many women she joined to cope with the stress of supporting a shrunken family member, but over time we found the best method of coping was through laughter. Particularly laughing over how often our sons ended up squished during all the crazy predicaments they got into. We shared that laughter with each other by posting about it online, and sharing pictures and videos of our squished little guys."
"Wait," Amy said aghast. "You squash your own sons and then humiliate them by sharing their pain online for others to laugh at?! That's horrible!" she said, stomping her foot in outrage, causing her gelatinous cheeks to jiggle and squeeze you again and again. It hurt almost as much as Amy's hypocrisy.
"Actually, Miss Baker," Erin said, putting on the role of a worried mother, "I think it may be more relevant than you realize. Other than me, Melissa has the most posts of her son in our club than any other member. So many times he ended up in the most unlikeliest of places, but most commonly, he wound up on her ass. Given what you've told us about Tom suppressing his desires all of his life, I wonder now if he ended up squished by his mother so often on purpose. Like it was the only outlet he had for his secret desires!"
Melissa gasped in shock. She bought her "close, personal" friend's line of reasoning just as easily as Amy had bought Jessica's lie. In Melissa's mind, it explained perfectly why you had always acted so mad whenever she squished you and posted about your "accidents" but then somehow you kept getting squished over and over again by her regardless. She knew you accused her of being ditzy and a bit of a klutz but even if that was true, it couldn't account for all of the times you'd wound up flattened against her person during your life!
"To tell you the truth," Erin said, as if she was about to tell a great personal burden of her own. "Now that you've laid everything out so clearly, Miss Baker, I think my son, Petey, might have the same desire to be used that Tom does. I can't tell you how many times I've just been minding my own business when it seems like he popped out of nowhere and ended up somewhere on--or in--my body. I just chalked it up to him being accident prone but it happened so many times that I started posting on Son Squishers because it was the only way I could cope. I thought I was being a terrible mother and that my only choice was to laugh along with it, but now I think Petey might've staged those incidents! It would explain why, even though I warned him over and over again to be careful, he'd just wind up exactly where I told him not to be! Like my favorite spot on the couch, or my half of the yogurt cup. Come to think of it," Erin said as if a thought was only now occurring to her and she hadn't been building up to a carefully planned reveal, "I saw him snooping around my high heels this afternoon and tried to shoo him away. But I think I feel something under my foot!"
Erin popped off her high heel, reached inside, and pulled out the flattened insole-shaped form of her son. While some looked skeptical, others gasped in genuine shock, loudest among them being your mom and Amy.
"PETEY! I knew it!" Erin said dramatically. "You snuck into my shoe even though I warned you you could get hurt! You naughty boy, look what happened to you now!"
"Ms. Meyers," Amy said quickly. "You shouldn't be too hard on your son. Based on what you said, I think you're right! Petey does want to be used, just like Tom does!"
"Oh, of course, Amy, you're right!" Erin said, leaping on the chance for her time in the spotlight like a lion on a wounded antelope. "Petey why didn't you tell me you wanted to be used? You didn't have to sneak around and live in shame. I would've been happy to do those things to you if only you just asked! I promise I'll start using you every chance I get from now on. Let me start by putting you right back where you were."
Erin planted a quick kiss on her son's squished body. The more vigilant people in the front row like Jessica and Amy's tiny rights members noticed Petey squirming, as if in protest, just before his mother slipped him back inside her high heel and slid her foot in after him, but in the case of the latter they were too small to be heard and in the case of the former, she started clapping loudly, causing Amy, your mom and the rest of the stadium to join in as Erin reduced her son into a living insole once again.
"Thank you so much, Miss Baker," Erin said, clutching her hands to her heart like she'd been given the greatest gift in the world. "Now I know it's okay to treat my son this way. I'm just giving him the rights he so clearly deserves!"
Though you had not been able to see anything that took place, Erin Meyers melodramatic monologuing had allowed you to picture it clearly in your mind. Having seen the "hilarious" posts your mom shared with you over Pete's torment at his mother's hands--and every other part of her anatomy--you'd thought the poor guy's life couldn't get any worse. Now, thanks to the Chamberlains and your dunderhead of a friend, Pete's mother now didn't even need a pretext to humiliate him in her posts. He was doomed. All thanks to "your" cause.
Amy, meanwhile, grinned, ear-to-ear! She was ecstatic that your message was already spreading so quickly! To think, one more life had been forever changed thanks to you teaching her some tinies wanted to be used!
"This is what the Tiny Optimal Usage Movement is all about," Amy continued. "Changing lives for the better! TOUM will convince reluctant tinies to stop hiding their desires and embrace their right to be used! Ladies, if you see a guy staring at your chest or ass, he may be sending you signals that he wants you to use him, but he's just too shy to say it. Press him on it, encourage his feelings and let him know a future as an object may well be in his grasp if only he asks you for it!"
"I would like to say something!"
Amy stopped as she saw your mother standing up. A curious expression was on the older woman's face.
"Ms. Swift, I'm so sorry! I got so wrapped up in spreading your son's message that I didn't let you answer how you feel about the life he's chosen."
"That's alright, Amy. I'll give you my answer now."
Your mom was speaking strangely and slowly, struggling with the words as if she was trying to build up the courage to say something. You prayed that this meant she was finding the courage to speak out against Amy's use of you. If you reformed fast, you might at last be able to tell your side of the story. Then you could help poor Pete.
What does your mother say?
1) Your mother says that because of Amy's speech and Petey's sacrifice, she's accepted your choice to live as Amy's thong, believing it'll be what makes you happiest. Your mom just wanted to tell you goodbye and that she loves you one last time.
2) Your mother says she deserves to be your owner instead of Amy. Thanks to Erin's speech, your mom says all the pictures and videos of you being squished by her throughout your life are evidence that you're meant to belong to her! Amy and your mom argue over who gets the "right" to own you, and they decide to settle matters the only way they know how. Stupidly.
"My name is Erin Meyers," she told the reporters. "I'm a content creator for the Son Squishers online club--you can find my profile under EpochOfErin, one word, Erin spelled E-R-I-N--and I'm also a close, personal friend to Melissa Swift. Melissa is also a member of Son Squishers. Like so many women she joined to cope with the stress of supporting a shrunken family member, but over time we found the best method of coping was through laughter. Particularly laughing over how often our sons ended up squished during all the crazy predicaments they got into. We shared that laughter with each other by posting about it online, and sharing pictures and videos of our squished little guys."
"Wait," Amy said aghast. "You squash your own sons and then humiliate them by sharing their pain online for others to laugh at?! That's horrible!" she said, stomping her foot in outrage, causing her gelatinous cheeks to jiggle and squeeze you again and again. It hurt almost as much as Amy's hypocrisy.
"Actually, Miss Baker," Erin said, putting on the role of a worried mother, "I think it may be more relevant than you realize. Other than me, Melissa has the most posts of her son in our club than any other member. So many times he ended up in the most unlikeliest of places, but most commonly, he wound up on her ass. Given what you've told us about Tom suppressing his desires all of his life, I wonder now if he ended up squished by his mother so often on purpose. Like it was the only outlet he had for his secret desires!"
Melissa gasped in shock. She bought her "close, personal" friend's line of reasoning just as easily as Amy had bought Jessica's lie. In Melissa's mind, it explained perfectly why you had always acted so mad whenever she squished you and posted about your "accidents" but then somehow you kept getting squished over and over again by her regardless. She knew you accused her of being ditzy and a bit of a klutz but even if that was true, it couldn't account for all of the times you'd wound up flattened against her person during your life!
"To tell you the truth," Erin said, as if she was about to tell a great personal burden of her own. "Now that you've laid everything out so clearly, Miss Baker, I think my son, Petey, might have the same desire to be used that Tom does. I can't tell you how many times I've just been minding my own business when it seems like he popped out of nowhere and ended up somewhere on--or in--my body. I just chalked it up to him being accident prone but it happened so many times that I started posting on Son Squishers because it was the only way I could cope. I thought I was being a terrible mother and that my only choice was to laugh along with it, but now I think Petey might've staged those incidents! It would explain why, even though I warned him over and over again to be careful, he'd just wind up exactly where I told him not to be! Like my favorite spot on the couch, or my half of the yogurt cup. Come to think of it," Erin said as if a thought was only now occurring to her and she hadn't been building up to a carefully planned reveal, "I saw him snooping around my high heels this afternoon and tried to shoo him away. But I think I feel something under my foot!"
Erin popped off her high heel, reached inside, and pulled out the flattened insole-shaped form of her son. While some looked skeptical, others gasped in genuine shock, loudest among them being your mom and Amy.
"PETEY! I knew it!" Erin said dramatically. "You snuck into my shoe even though I warned you you could get hurt! You naughty boy, look what happened to you now!"
"Ms. Meyers," Amy said quickly. "You shouldn't be too hard on your son. Based on what you said, I think you're right! Petey does want to be used, just like Tom does!"
"Oh, of course, Amy, you're right!" Erin said, leaping on the chance for her time in the spotlight like a lion on a wounded antelope. "Petey why didn't you tell me you wanted to be used? You didn't have to sneak around and live in shame. I would've been happy to do those things to you if only you just asked! I promise I'll start using you every chance I get from now on. Let me start by putting you right back where you were."
Erin planted a quick kiss on her son's squished body. The more vigilant people in the front row like Jessica and Amy's tiny rights members noticed Petey squirming, as if in protest, just before his mother slipped him back inside her high heel and slid her foot in after him, but in the case of the latter they were too small to be heard and in the case of the former, she started clapping loudly, causing Amy, your mom and the rest of the stadium to join in as Erin reduced her son into a living insole once again.
"Thank you so much, Miss Baker," Erin said, clutching her hands to her heart like she'd been given the greatest gift in the world. "Now I know it's okay to treat my son this way. I'm just giving him the rights he so clearly deserves!"
Though you had not been able to see anything that took place, Erin Meyers melodramatic monologuing had allowed you to picture it clearly in your mind. Having seen the "hilarious" posts your mom shared with you over Pete's torment at his mother's hands--and every other part of her anatomy--you'd thought the poor guy's life couldn't get any worse. Now, thanks to the Chamberlains and your dunderhead of a friend, Pete's mother now didn't even need a pretext to humiliate him in her posts. He was doomed. All thanks to "your" cause.
Amy, meanwhile, grinned, ear-to-ear! She was ecstatic that your message was already spreading so quickly! To think, one more life had been forever changed thanks to you teaching her some tinies wanted to be used!
"This is what the Tiny Optimal Usage Movement is all about," Amy continued. "Changing lives for the better! TOUM will convince reluctant tinies to stop hiding their desires and embrace their right to be used! Ladies, if you see a guy staring at your chest or ass, he may be sending you signals that he wants you to use him, but he's just too shy to say it. Press him on it, encourage his feelings and let him know a future as an object may well be in his grasp if only he asks you for it!"
"I would like to say something!"
Amy stopped as she saw your mother standing up. A curious expression was on the older woman's face.
"Ms. Swift, I'm so sorry! I got so wrapped up in spreading your son's message that I didn't let you answer how you feel about the life he's chosen."
"That's alright, Amy. I'll give you my answer now."
Your mom was speaking strangely and slowly, struggling with the words as if she was trying to build up the courage to say something. You prayed that this meant she was finding the courage to speak out against Amy's use of you. If you reformed fast, you might at last be able to tell your side of the story. Then you could help poor Pete.
What does your mother say?
1) Your mother says that because of Amy's speech and Petey's sacrifice, she's accepted your choice to live as Amy's thong, believing it'll be what makes you happiest. Your mom just wanted to tell you goodbye and that she loves you one last time.
2) Your mother says she deserves to be your owner instead of Amy. Thanks to Erin's speech, your mom says all the pictures and videos of you being squished by her throughout your life are evidence that you're meant to belong to her! Amy and your mom argue over who gets the "right" to own you, and they decide to settle matters the only way they know how. Stupidly.
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