Victim of Fashion, Being Amy's Princess
A Shrunken College Student
chapter 8
by
copier
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"Wow! How adorable! It's a little Rapunzel sticker! That is just too cute!" You silently screamed realizing you weren't recognized in the slightest by this air headed ditz. Your body was so squished from being trapped in Professor Erin's notebook for so long, you were stuck motionless against Amy's scrap paper as she started copying her answers from one sheet to the other. You couldn't even blink at Amy to give her any indication you were a living being, it was an enormous struggle just to move your eyes at all in an attempt to look around the classroom. There wasn't much to see however as you noticed Amy was the last student in the room, probably due to her incredibly short attention span, and she seemed eager to finish up as quickly as possible.
Finally done copying the large number of answers onto the fresh sheet of paper, Amy proudly held her new test in front of her. You saw Amy's eyes lock onto you and you saw her smile immediately flip into a concerned frown. "Aww man, there's no way I can turn in a test with a silly sticker like this on it! I'll have to cover it up..." Amy sighed sadly as you saw her bend over and begin rummaging through her bag. With an "Aha!" Amy withdrew a small white bottle which she proceeded to pull a tiny paint brush from. Your eyes strained to read the lettering on the tiny bottle as Amy dauntingly hovered the small brush carefully over your flattened form. You panicked reading the distinct letters of White-Out and you winced feeling like this really was the end. Amy held her tongue out in concentration, making sure not to spill a single drop onto the test answers below as she hovered the chemical a mere inch from your face. Amy truly had the chance to blot you out from existence, blending you in with the paper for all eternity.
Just as the brush met the page above your head however, Amy stopped. Her look of concentration faded into an expression of discontent as she sighed in defeat. Jutting her lower lip out, Amy whispered out "This sticker is just way too cute...I used to be crazy about the Princesses when I was a little girl! Little me would've loved something like this, there's no way I could erase it!" Amy tossed her white bottle back into her book bag before glancing down at you in thought. You saw a warm smile spread across her face as she had a new idea on how to free the tiny decoration. Hovering her finger directly over you, Amy began harshly scratching at your flattened head in an attempt to peel you off. It seemed to be working, as your squishy body crumpled against the painful prodding, separating slowly from the paper below. After a minute of hard work, Amy had successfully peeled you from the paper and now held you carefully in her large, warm palm. "Hooray!! I saved you, Rapunzel!" Bringing you against her lips for a quick victory kiss, you wanted to cry tears of joy due to Amy's finally helpful, albeit oblivious, actions. Thanks to her childish affection towards you, ten days of boring torture squashed and carried around in Professor Erin's notebook were finally over. Finishing her thought however, your stomach dropped as Amy declared, "Now you get to come home with me!" casting you away, your flat sticker body floated down into her backpack before resting softly at the bottom.
Amy gave you a cutesy wave before you saw her excited face disappear as she zipped up her bag, slowly sealing you away as the zipper blocked out all the classroom's light. Your world lurched strongly as Amy carelessly slung her book bag over her shoulder, throwing you and the other loose items around wildly as she skipped back up to Professor Erin's desk, depositing her test down before prancing out of the room. Amy passed by Professor Erin in the hallway, only shouting out a "Thanks for the paper, Professor E!" as she zipped out of the building. Only raising a perplexed eyebrow in response, Professor Erin simply muttered, "You're...welcome?" before shrugging and returning to the classroom to start grading. You trembled in the swinging bag as you realized the one person who could possibly recognize you had no idea you had been whisked off by this clueless ditz.
Amy bounced across campus, much to your dismay, as she made her way back to her dorm. You were constantly jumbled and rammed into all of Amy's loose books and supplies but you were defenseless in doing anything about it. Walking into her room, Amy tossed her bag down at the foot of her small desk with a solid thump before resigning to let herself relax for a few hours before getting some studying done. You lay in absolute darkness, only being taunted by the muffled sounds of Amy watching TV or talking on the phone for hours. Finally though, you felt your prison stir as Amy sat down at her desk and unzipped her bag. Your eyes slowly adjusted to the rooms bright light, the first thing you saw being Amy's beautiful face as she pulled her books out and deposited them on the desk. You felt yourself going along with a particularly small notebook as Amy set you down and glanced at what she had just withdrawn. Her glossy eyes soon locked onto you and you saw them liven up with sparkles as she grinned seeing you once again! "Oh my I almost forgot about you my little Princess!" Amy's bright smile was complimented by relentless giggles as she saw what you were plastered onto.
Amy had been taking a fashion class, and while she wasn't the best at measurements, she made up for it with being a talented artist. It just so happened you were crushed right against a page of her sketchbook which had inconveniently been flipped open to a page where Amy had been doodling and designing a cute pair of frilly panties. Amy stopped her giggling and instead looked down at you with desire and wonder, falling in love with the idea of some Princess themed undies to match her royal bod. Setting her design into motion, Amy peeled you from the page and deposited you in her back pocket before searching about for what panties she could attach you to. You had no idea what was going on in the slightest, you were left to suffer in confusion against Amy's swaying booty as she moved around the room. Following the design in her book, Amy was looking for something pink and frilly to match your painted on dress. Searching for almost an hour, Amy dug through her drawers and even dirty laundry in focus, "I know I have something just perfect for this project, but where are they!?!" Stamping her foot in a huff, Amy seemed ready to give up but needed to take a bathroom break first. Entering the girls room and pulling her pants down, Amy began to relieve herself before looking down between her legs. Seeing the exact pair she had been looking for, Amy mentally cheered while also giggling at her complete cluelessness. Just happy to have the pair she needed, Amy snaked her undies off her legs. Returning to her room, now commando, Amy plopped herself into her desk chair, crushing you against her ample ass painfully, before reaching behind her and withdrawing your freshly flattened body.
It was only then you lay eyes on the panties before you, seeing the pair laying limp on the desk coated in a design of dozens of small hearts. A small patch was just pure pink on the back of the panties, seemingly rubbed raw of the cutesy hearts from weeks of being grinded between Amy's powerful cheeks. You gulped, praying you were not about to somehow end up suffering the same fate. Amy took notice of the gap however and hovered you above it, lining up her dream design and making sure you'd make a good fit. Amy flashing a smile at you, confirmed your doom, as you were brought up before her pink lips. "Let's see if I can wake up any remaining glue..." Amy murmured before letting her tongue hang out before you. Amy turned your back to her before pressing you firmly into her soaking tongue, coating you in a layer of hot saliva. Not wanting any of it to dry, Amy quickly smacked you down onto the panties, cementing you firmly right in the position she had designed. Admiring her handiwork, you were studied carefully while you couldn't help but notice the warm musk that drifted into your senses from the freshly worn panties. Satisfied immensely with her product, Amy began trying to form you as deeply into the fibers as she could. Dropping her largest textbook atop you, Amy still noticed a slight fringe of your body hung loose. "I'm going to need something heavier..." Amy mused before another great idea struck her. Laying you on the hard floor, Amy hovered her dirty sole atop you belting out, "Sorry, Princess! It's for the best!" before pressing down with as much force as she could. Amy did a few cute hops atop you before checking her progress and noted you were totally pasted into her adorable panties.
Squealing in delight, Amy couldn't wait another second to model herself, slipping you up her thick legs before you felt yourself pulled taut against her booty. Taking just a few short steps to the mirror, you already felt yourself being chewed together into her moist crack as Amy walked, a harsh smell looming deeper within. Gazing at herself, Amy had already lost your tiny form against her derriere. "Where'd my little Princess go? Oh....wait...." Amy blushed realizing her mistake. Pulling you out from her crack, Amy looked over her shoulder at you and admired her stellar craftsmanship. Feeling incredible pride in her work, Amy clapped her hands and jumped about energetically, unwarily torturing you as your body heaved up and down tied to the motion of Amy's jiggling cheeks.
Waltzing back over to her desk, Amy face-palmed realizing this distraction had cost her over two hours of studying. Leaving you trapped to cushion her as she studied into the night, your panties were soon peeled off and tossed into Amy's laundry basket. As days passed, Amy smothered you in her weeks dirty socks and panties before finally washing you. After Amy washed you, and excited to wear her unique pair...
Finally done copying the large number of answers onto the fresh sheet of paper, Amy proudly held her new test in front of her. You saw Amy's eyes lock onto you and you saw her smile immediately flip into a concerned frown. "Aww man, there's no way I can turn in a test with a silly sticker like this on it! I'll have to cover it up..." Amy sighed sadly as you saw her bend over and begin rummaging through her bag. With an "Aha!" Amy withdrew a small white bottle which she proceeded to pull a tiny paint brush from. Your eyes strained to read the lettering on the tiny bottle as Amy dauntingly hovered the small brush carefully over your flattened form. You panicked reading the distinct letters of White-Out and you winced feeling like this really was the end. Amy held her tongue out in concentration, making sure not to spill a single drop onto the test answers below as she hovered the chemical a mere inch from your face. Amy truly had the chance to blot you out from existence, blending you in with the paper for all eternity.
Just as the brush met the page above your head however, Amy stopped. Her look of concentration faded into an expression of discontent as she sighed in defeat. Jutting her lower lip out, Amy whispered out "This sticker is just way too cute...I used to be crazy about the Princesses when I was a little girl! Little me would've loved something like this, there's no way I could erase it!" Amy tossed her white bottle back into her book bag before glancing down at you in thought. You saw a warm smile spread across her face as she had a new idea on how to free the tiny decoration. Hovering her finger directly over you, Amy began harshly scratching at your flattened head in an attempt to peel you off. It seemed to be working, as your squishy body crumpled against the painful prodding, separating slowly from the paper below. After a minute of hard work, Amy had successfully peeled you from the paper and now held you carefully in her large, warm palm. "Hooray!! I saved you, Rapunzel!" Bringing you against her lips for a quick victory kiss, you wanted to cry tears of joy due to Amy's finally helpful, albeit oblivious, actions. Thanks to her childish affection towards you, ten days of boring torture squashed and carried around in Professor Erin's notebook were finally over. Finishing her thought however, your stomach dropped as Amy declared, "Now you get to come home with me!" casting you away, your flat sticker body floated down into her backpack before resting softly at the bottom.
Amy gave you a cutesy wave before you saw her excited face disappear as she zipped up her bag, slowly sealing you away as the zipper blocked out all the classroom's light. Your world lurched strongly as Amy carelessly slung her book bag over her shoulder, throwing you and the other loose items around wildly as she skipped back up to Professor Erin's desk, depositing her test down before prancing out of the room. Amy passed by Professor Erin in the hallway, only shouting out a "Thanks for the paper, Professor E!" as she zipped out of the building. Only raising a perplexed eyebrow in response, Professor Erin simply muttered, "You're...welcome?" before shrugging and returning to the classroom to start grading. You trembled in the swinging bag as you realized the one person who could possibly recognize you had no idea you had been whisked off by this clueless ditz.
Amy bounced across campus, much to your dismay, as she made her way back to her dorm. You were constantly jumbled and rammed into all of Amy's loose books and supplies but you were defenseless in doing anything about it. Walking into her room, Amy tossed her bag down at the foot of her small desk with a solid thump before resigning to let herself relax for a few hours before getting some studying done. You lay in absolute darkness, only being taunted by the muffled sounds of Amy watching TV or talking on the phone for hours. Finally though, you felt your prison stir as Amy sat down at her desk and unzipped her bag. Your eyes slowly adjusted to the rooms bright light, the first thing you saw being Amy's beautiful face as she pulled her books out and deposited them on the desk. You felt yourself going along with a particularly small notebook as Amy set you down and glanced at what she had just withdrawn. Her glossy eyes soon locked onto you and you saw them liven up with sparkles as she grinned seeing you once again! "Oh my I almost forgot about you my little Princess!" Amy's bright smile was complimented by relentless giggles as she saw what you were plastered onto.
Amy had been taking a fashion class, and while she wasn't the best at measurements, she made up for it with being a talented artist. It just so happened you were crushed right against a page of her sketchbook which had inconveniently been flipped open to a page where Amy had been doodling and designing a cute pair of frilly panties. Amy stopped her giggling and instead looked down at you with desire and wonder, falling in love with the idea of some Princess themed undies to match her royal bod. Setting her design into motion, Amy peeled you from the page and deposited you in her back pocket before searching about for what panties she could attach you to. You had no idea what was going on in the slightest, you were left to suffer in confusion against Amy's swaying booty as she moved around the room. Following the design in her book, Amy was looking for something pink and frilly to match your painted on dress. Searching for almost an hour, Amy dug through her drawers and even dirty laundry in focus, "I know I have something just perfect for this project, but where are they!?!" Stamping her foot in a huff, Amy seemed ready to give up but needed to take a bathroom break first. Entering the girls room and pulling her pants down, Amy began to relieve herself before looking down between her legs. Seeing the exact pair she had been looking for, Amy mentally cheered while also giggling at her complete cluelessness. Just happy to have the pair she needed, Amy snaked her undies off her legs. Returning to her room, now commando, Amy plopped herself into her desk chair, crushing you against her ample ass painfully, before reaching behind her and withdrawing your freshly flattened body.
It was only then you lay eyes on the panties before you, seeing the pair laying limp on the desk coated in a design of dozens of small hearts. A small patch was just pure pink on the back of the panties, seemingly rubbed raw of the cutesy hearts from weeks of being grinded between Amy's powerful cheeks. You gulped, praying you were not about to somehow end up suffering the same fate. Amy took notice of the gap however and hovered you above it, lining up her dream design and making sure you'd make a good fit. Amy flashing a smile at you, confirmed your doom, as you were brought up before her pink lips. "Let's see if I can wake up any remaining glue..." Amy murmured before letting her tongue hang out before you. Amy turned your back to her before pressing you firmly into her soaking tongue, coating you in a layer of hot saliva. Not wanting any of it to dry, Amy quickly smacked you down onto the panties, cementing you firmly right in the position she had designed. Admiring her handiwork, you were studied carefully while you couldn't help but notice the warm musk that drifted into your senses from the freshly worn panties. Satisfied immensely with her product, Amy began trying to form you as deeply into the fibers as she could. Dropping her largest textbook atop you, Amy still noticed a slight fringe of your body hung loose. "I'm going to need something heavier..." Amy mused before another great idea struck her. Laying you on the hard floor, Amy hovered her dirty sole atop you belting out, "Sorry, Princess! It's for the best!" before pressing down with as much force as she could. Amy did a few cute hops atop you before checking her progress and noted you were totally pasted into her adorable panties.
Squealing in delight, Amy couldn't wait another second to model herself, slipping you up her thick legs before you felt yourself pulled taut against her booty. Taking just a few short steps to the mirror, you already felt yourself being chewed together into her moist crack as Amy walked, a harsh smell looming deeper within. Gazing at herself, Amy had already lost your tiny form against her derriere. "Where'd my little Princess go? Oh....wait...." Amy blushed realizing her mistake. Pulling you out from her crack, Amy looked over her shoulder at you and admired her stellar craftsmanship. Feeling incredible pride in her work, Amy clapped her hands and jumped about energetically, unwarily torturing you as your body heaved up and down tied to the motion of Amy's jiggling cheeks.
Waltzing back over to her desk, Amy face-palmed realizing this distraction had cost her over two hours of studying. Leaving you trapped to cushion her as she studied into the night, your panties were soon peeled off and tossed into Amy's laundry basket. As days passed, Amy smothered you in her weeks dirty socks and panties before finally washing you. After Amy washed you, and excited to wear her unique pair...
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