News Coverage of Your Coverage of Amy's Butt
A Shrunken College Student
chapter 17
by
copier
· original author:
worstfailure
"Ooh! There you are, Tom! See? You're on TV!"
No. You couldn't see you were on TV. All you could see was the same thing that you'd seen for the past several hours. The pitch blackness of Amy's ass crack, her cheeks squeezing you painfully as she sat on a couch and binge watched recordings of today's rally. For once you counted yourself lucky for not being able to see the outside world. The thought of seeing yourself on the news, paraded around as a living thong made you nauseous. Unfortunately, even the natural sound-blocking properties of Amy's plump posterior couldn't block out the TV blasting full volume clips of Amy's speech along with multiple think pieces from talking heads discussing the implications of the day's events. You heard many reporters treating your plight as a light puff piece so they could laugh at your expense or expressing moral outrage at your "disgusting lifestyle." Amy comforted you over those comments. Not that her reassurances did anything to make you feel like less of a joke or less disgusting since you were still marinating in her seemingly endless sweat and your sinuses were still filled with the smell of her most recent fart.
Fortunately not everyone had taken the news of "your" decision so well. Some journalists and actual tiny rights activists covered your situation with horror, refusing to believe you'd chosen this life for yourself and demanding your freedom. These were the only reports that gave you hope for the future, but the most reassuring thing that had happened had been hours after the rally when Chelsea called. Her team had won the volleyball game and as soon as she checked her phone and saw your plight, she called Amy and reduced your captor to tears by accusing her of kidnapping you and trying to strip away your basic human rights in order to feel self-important. Chelsea was absolutely right about everything, but somehow, despite everything Amy had put you through, you still felt bad at hearing her cry. Your pity decreased significantly when Amy took no opportunity to reflect on her friend's words and had instead told her she wouldn't speak with Chelsea again until she apologized and "showed some respect for Tom's choices!" She then silenced Chelsea's calls and texts, sending 14 calls straight to voicemail. Amy ignored them and instead stroked her butt to "comfort you."
"Don't worry, Tom. Chelsea will see reason some day... and... if she can't accept you for who you are... then she was never really your friend in the first place."
From your point-of-view, Chelsea may very well be the only true friend you had. You doubted she'd give up so easily on freeing you, but you knew that any chance of rescue wouldn't come for a while yet since Amy had been offered an indefinite stay in the guest bedroom of Dean Chamberlain's mansion so she wouldn't be swarmed by more "close-minded" reporters and students like your neighbor in her old dorm.
Instead Amy locked herself in an echo channel, repeatedly watching reports from the channels the Dean had invited to attend the rally, who were much more positive and sentimental in their coverage of the rally, portraying Amy as a courageous freedom fighter for tiny rights and describing your usage as "inspiring" and a "noble act" of self-sacrifice. "Experts" spoke afterwards fully supporting "your" decision with calculated disinformation. One psychiatrist by the name of Dr. Rachel Forest talked at length about Minun Dissociative Personality Disorder, a crackpot theory about a mental condition where tinies supposedly alternated between personalities and created false memories because they didn't know if they wanted to live as men or as objects. She presented her findings clinically while also displaying empathy for tinies diagnosed with the condition, but her proposed treatments amounted to gaslighting and torture! Dr. Forest's closing comments had horrified you in particular, "I just hope any tiny displaying symptoms of MDPD realizes there's nothing wrong with living as an object and follow the brave example of Thomas Swift."
But what had disappointed you the most was the overwhelmingly positive reaction to the clip of your mother and Amy hugging after your mom agreed to let Amy keep you as her permanent thong. The clip had gone viral with bullshit thumbnails like "Shrunken Son Shares Surprising Secret, You Won't Believe Her Reaction." Amy read aloud comment after comment after comment which declared your mother's reaction to you being reduced to living underwear as "heartwarming" and "Mother of the Millennium material". To hear your mother's oblivious abandonment and unaware betrayal of you described in such terms made you feel sick. You couldn't bear to hear another word about it, no more than you could bear to hear Amy talking nonstop about all the positive feedback of "your" rally, and yet your captor went on and on.
"I still can't believe our speech went so well, Tom!" she said for the millionth time. "I've never seen a crowd at one of our rallies be so passionate before! Normally they just walk away looking bored or laugh at us, like tiny rights is just some big joke! But thanks to you, we showed them who's the real butt of the joke!" You groaned at her choice of words.
"I guess the Dean was right. This really is a progressive campus, we just needed an inspiring story like yours to get everyone to wake up! And this is just the beginning! Thanks to Dean Chamberlain, I can miss more classes and postpone assignments and get college credit for conducting future rallies! And now that your mom's been refunded your tuition and your classes have been dropped, you can dedicate yourself to the cause 24/7! The Dean's been so helpful. You know, I really misjudged her. She says she has friends she wants to introduce us to who can help us spread our message even wider! I guess rich people aren't as bad as they're made out to be."
You twitched in anger in your prison and Amy felt it as a pleasant tingle that for some reason made her cheeks turn pink.
"Um, we should get to bed," Amy said, feeling flustered. "We have a busy day tomorrow."
Amy changed into a looser t-shirt and dropped her pants so you were the only clothing she wore on her bottom half. The heat became less intense and you savored it, but it only lasted briefly before Amy got under the heavy covers of the guest bed and soon you were back to baking between her buns.
"Sleep tight, partner," Amy said, a smile on her face as she drifted off to another night of happy dreams.
Ever since she started wearing you, each night's sleep felt more refreshing than the last.
What happens next?
1) The next day Dean Chamberlain invites Amy to a private work out session to meet a "friend" who can help spread TOUM's message.
2) Writer's Choice
No. You couldn't see you were on TV. All you could see was the same thing that you'd seen for the past several hours. The pitch blackness of Amy's ass crack, her cheeks squeezing you painfully as she sat on a couch and binge watched recordings of today's rally. For once you counted yourself lucky for not being able to see the outside world. The thought of seeing yourself on the news, paraded around as a living thong made you nauseous. Unfortunately, even the natural sound-blocking properties of Amy's plump posterior couldn't block out the TV blasting full volume clips of Amy's speech along with multiple think pieces from talking heads discussing the implications of the day's events. You heard many reporters treating your plight as a light puff piece so they could laugh at your expense or expressing moral outrage at your "disgusting lifestyle." Amy comforted you over those comments. Not that her reassurances did anything to make you feel like less of a joke or less disgusting since you were still marinating in her seemingly endless sweat and your sinuses were still filled with the smell of her most recent fart.
Fortunately not everyone had taken the news of "your" decision so well. Some journalists and actual tiny rights activists covered your situation with horror, refusing to believe you'd chosen this life for yourself and demanding your freedom. These were the only reports that gave you hope for the future, but the most reassuring thing that had happened had been hours after the rally when Chelsea called. Her team had won the volleyball game and as soon as she checked her phone and saw your plight, she called Amy and reduced your captor to tears by accusing her of kidnapping you and trying to strip away your basic human rights in order to feel self-important. Chelsea was absolutely right about everything, but somehow, despite everything Amy had put you through, you still felt bad at hearing her cry. Your pity decreased significantly when Amy took no opportunity to reflect on her friend's words and had instead told her she wouldn't speak with Chelsea again until she apologized and "showed some respect for Tom's choices!" She then silenced Chelsea's calls and texts, sending 14 calls straight to voicemail. Amy ignored them and instead stroked her butt to "comfort you."
"Don't worry, Tom. Chelsea will see reason some day... and... if she can't accept you for who you are... then she was never really your friend in the first place."
From your point-of-view, Chelsea may very well be the only true friend you had. You doubted she'd give up so easily on freeing you, but you knew that any chance of rescue wouldn't come for a while yet since Amy had been offered an indefinite stay in the guest bedroom of Dean Chamberlain's mansion so she wouldn't be swarmed by more "close-minded" reporters and students like your neighbor in her old dorm.
Instead Amy locked herself in an echo channel, repeatedly watching reports from the channels the Dean had invited to attend the rally, who were much more positive and sentimental in their coverage of the rally, portraying Amy as a courageous freedom fighter for tiny rights and describing your usage as "inspiring" and a "noble act" of self-sacrifice. "Experts" spoke afterwards fully supporting "your" decision with calculated disinformation. One psychiatrist by the name of Dr. Rachel Forest talked at length about Minun Dissociative Personality Disorder, a crackpot theory about a mental condition where tinies supposedly alternated between personalities and created false memories because they didn't know if they wanted to live as men or as objects. She presented her findings clinically while also displaying empathy for tinies diagnosed with the condition, but her proposed treatments amounted to gaslighting and torture! Dr. Forest's closing comments had horrified you in particular, "I just hope any tiny displaying symptoms of MDPD realizes there's nothing wrong with living as an object and follow the brave example of Thomas Swift."
But what had disappointed you the most was the overwhelmingly positive reaction to the clip of your mother and Amy hugging after your mom agreed to let Amy keep you as her permanent thong. The clip had gone viral with bullshit thumbnails like "Shrunken Son Shares Surprising Secret, You Won't Believe Her Reaction." Amy read aloud comment after comment after comment which declared your mother's reaction to you being reduced to living underwear as "heartwarming" and "Mother of the Millennium material". To hear your mother's oblivious abandonment and unaware betrayal of you described in such terms made you feel sick. You couldn't bear to hear another word about it, no more than you could bear to hear Amy talking nonstop about all the positive feedback of "your" rally, and yet your captor went on and on.
"I still can't believe our speech went so well, Tom!" she said for the millionth time. "I've never seen a crowd at one of our rallies be so passionate before! Normally they just walk away looking bored or laugh at us, like tiny rights is just some big joke! But thanks to you, we showed them who's the real butt of the joke!" You groaned at her choice of words.
"I guess the Dean was right. This really is a progressive campus, we just needed an inspiring story like yours to get everyone to wake up! And this is just the beginning! Thanks to Dean Chamberlain, I can miss more classes and postpone assignments and get college credit for conducting future rallies! And now that your mom's been refunded your tuition and your classes have been dropped, you can dedicate yourself to the cause 24/7! The Dean's been so helpful. You know, I really misjudged her. She says she has friends she wants to introduce us to who can help us spread our message even wider! I guess rich people aren't as bad as they're made out to be."
You twitched in anger in your prison and Amy felt it as a pleasant tingle that for some reason made her cheeks turn pink.
"Um, we should get to bed," Amy said, feeling flustered. "We have a busy day tomorrow."
Amy changed into a looser t-shirt and dropped her pants so you were the only clothing she wore on her bottom half. The heat became less intense and you savored it, but it only lasted briefly before Amy got under the heavy covers of the guest bed and soon you were back to baking between her buns.
"Sleep tight, partner," Amy said, a smile on her face as she drifted off to another night of happy dreams.
Ever since she started wearing you, each night's sleep felt more refreshing than the last.
What happens next?
1) The next day Dean Chamberlain invites Amy to a private work out session to meet a "friend" who can help spread TOUM's message.
2) Writer's Choice
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