Adored and Adorned by Air-Head Amy
A Shrunken College Student
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
unknown
You sat in Amy's laundry basket for a week, slowly being buried under layer after layer of her dirty laundry as the week progressed. Finally though, the basket was full and you felt yourself thrown upwards as Amy hoisted your container up, carrying the stinky clothes to the dorm's laundry machines. Filling up the washing machine, Amy slowly deposited each article down below letting them land with a thud against the metal. Your panty prison was the last item to go in causing Amy to shriek happily as she was reminded you even existed.
Honestly the bombshell babe was a sight for sore eyes, any human contact beat being trapped under dirty clothes. Amy's eyes practically looked through you however, as you knew her affectionate gaze wasn't for you as a person, but only as a pair of cute and comfy panties. "Alright Princess, it's time for your royal bath!" Amy wagged her finger down at you before bopping you on the nose, "Now-now, I don't want to hear any complaining, missy! My big 'ol butt made you allll stinky and you need to get clean if we're going to play anymore! Ta-ta!" Amy tossed you down into the pit of warm water and you saw her blow you a kiss before she slammed the lid to the washer shut.
After swimming in sudsy filth for an hour, Amy returned, moving her clothes in one wet lump into the dryer before hitting the 'high' setting. Amy skipped off, blissfully unaware she had just doomed her tiny friend to bake away in a spinning furnace of pain and suffering. As the dryer tumbled you around, hot air blasted in melting your already paper thin body into the very fibers of the pink panties themselves. You sobbed realizing that at this point Amy would probably have to cut your body out with scissors if she was going to save you, but you felt even the chances of that were slim to none. The hot air soon melted you into your set pose, that Amy had so carefully put you in of course, locking you into a happy smile and wave regardless of how hard to tried to twitch your face.
Folding her laundry later that evening, Amy set you aside, wanting to put you on as soon as she finished this menial task. After carefully depositing the stacks of clothing in her dresser, Amy reached for you bringing you up to her face and smothering you into her nose, inhaling deeply from you, "See that wasn't so bad! And now you're fresh and clean and ready for lots of more fun with me and my booty! Yayyyyy~!" Amy did a childish spin squeezing you tightly in her grip before she took another look down at you. Seeing Amy's grin flip into a frown, you wondered what was going through Amy's head as she carefully inspected you, rubbing a finger over your flat form inquisitively.
"Oh no...it looks like some of her ink came off in the washer, she's kind of faded now...." You prayed it was enough to get Amy to recognize you, to save you from this daunting fate as a ridiculously feminine doll stuck to equally girly undies. Right when Amy seemed to glimmer at you with a familiar stare, your hopes were obliterated as she yelled out, point blank in your face, "Well, I guess if I don't wash them, the design won't get any more faded! You're lucky you have a genius like me for an owner, Princess!" Laughing to herself at her supposed intellect, Amy let you drop onto the floor before stepping into you. You felt your body tugged upwards before rocketing deep into Amy's crack as her booty instantly consumed you. Thankfully, Amy had just showered so only a light musk penetrated your sense, but you knew the worst was far from here. "I'll keep you looking like a Princess, so I can look like a Princess!" Amy giggled shaking her ass playfully in the mirror before slipping her spandex over you.
The first day was fairly normal, you were crushed mercilessly under Amy's weight while she bumbled around campus, occasionally stepping on a tiny obliviously as she stared deeply into her phone. Nothing too bad but the grinding pressure that was exerted on you while Amy walked began to take it's toll on you. The second day, you finally got a fifteen minute break from Amy's booty's embrace as she took a short ten minute shower before quickly hoisting you back up between her cheeks. The third day, Amy checked on her cute sticker companion, noting comically how you had begun to smell a bit sweaty but that she'd spare you a wash for your sake since she loved you so much. Your heart warmed hearing that and you almost wanted to forgive Amy for doing this to you as you realized she really was just an unobservant, clueless broad who wanted to feel cute but that all faded as the days rolled on. Fours days in you experienced true hell as Amy visited a Mexican buffet, causing you to be tortured by her emissions all night while she snored above you peacefully. In the morning, Amy erupted in laughter as she watched your face stay frozen smiling even as she blew out another fart onto you.
Five days under your ditzy owner, Amy's booty had clearly broken you more than you had ever thought possible. Your body was coated in Amy's own dense unique smell, your prison constantly soaked even as Amy poured fresh sweat over you while walking across campus in the hot suns rays. Amy truly proved to you she had the 'juiciest' booty on campus over the past few days. You mentally sobbed while your face was locked into it's same goofy smile as Amy leaped into her seat for class, grinding you into the chair in an attempt to make herself comfy. Another long, arduous day progressed as Amy fought for tiny rights, totally unaware she was imprisoning one beneath her as she shouted a speech into her megaphone. You were thrown about wildly as each step Amy took caused her cheeks to jiggle relentlessly, pounding you against one another as she strolled back into her dorm room satisfied with a day well done.
Realizing she had been wearing you for five long days, you finally felt yourself slip down Amy's copious thighs before landing with a wet plop at her feet. Plugging her nose at your stench, Amy giggled at the smell she had accrued before laying you down on her desk to see how you were holding up. Amy covered her mouth in a gasp as she saw your beautiful design had actually managed to fade...even more! As it turns out, much to a ditz like Amy's surprise, grinding a sticker while marinating it in gallons of your own sweat seemed to be as effective at washing out the color as actually washing it. Amy gave up on her attempt to save you by never washing you, letting you land with a sad thud into her full dirty clothes hamper once again.
The next day Amy carried you back to the washing machine, running you through the awful process once again. Pulling you from the dryer hours later, Amy gazed down at you sadly noting, "Well Princess, it looks like you only have a couple more washes before you're just a tan figurine...this blows..." Amy sighed blowing some of her sweet breath down onto you before she perked up with one last ditch idea. Tucking you away in her backpack, Amy wanted to consult a professional for help before retiring you.
You bounced along in Amy's bag once again as she made her way to fashion and design class. As soon as class ended, Amy zipped up to the professor's desk, presenting you worriedly to her teacher. Amy explained exactly what had happened, from discovering you, to stamping you into place, to trying to save you from fading away, all while the teacher simply shook her head. "Amy," the teacher began, "Did you remember to seal your finished design?" The professor knew the answer as Amy cocked her head to the side aimlessly. "You can be kinda careless can't you, kid?" The professor asked. Amy beamed back, "It's funny you say that! I get that all the time!" The professor facepalmed before elaborating, "Listen, Amy. Go home and touch your design up. When it's perfect, iron it down with this." The professor handed Amy a thin slice of laminate plastic. "This will seal your design and give it that glossy look, good luck!" Amy happily skipped out of the classroom, but not before her teacher called out, "Oh Amy! The design really is cute, maybe you could turn those in for your final project!" Amy nodded happily before resuming her trek back home with you squeezed in her determined grip.
Pinning you down with fabric pins, Amy withdrew some fresh fabric markers and began reconstructing your lush pink dress and flowing hair. "Sorry I have to do this to you Princess, but you kind of looked like a little kid's drawing before!" You screamed at the irony of that statement as Amy colored you in, making you look much more official than ever before. You cried as the only thing that kept your hopes up was the idea that soon all the marker would have faded away, revealing you as a real human to your air-headed giantess captor. Admiring her latest art piece, Amy kissed you in satisfaction before carrying you to the ironing board.
Amy cut out a tiny piece of laminate just your size while she waited for the iron to heat up. You tried to scream, squirm, pray, anything if it meant escaping the steaming hot iron that glowed next to you ominously. Amy smiled as she lay the plastic over you. She jutted out her lower lip sympathetically as she consoled you, "Don't be scared, Princess! Just one last step and we'll truly be together..." Amy lay the scalding iron over you, "Forever!!" Amy's soft giggles rang through your mind as you passed out from the excruciating heat. You woke up a few minutes later to the scary sight of Amy's twinkling eyes a mere inch from your face as she gushed over her final product.
"Wow! The Professor was right! It's so shiny and sparkly! I really turned you into a real Princess, Princess! No need to thank me!" Amy resumed taunting you in her incessant giggling as she twirled you around in her fingers. "They're almost too cute to wear!" Amy mused before dropping you down. "NOT~!" Amy boomed before bringing you right back up to hug her wide hips.
Is this your fate?
Honestly the bombshell babe was a sight for sore eyes, any human contact beat being trapped under dirty clothes. Amy's eyes practically looked through you however, as you knew her affectionate gaze wasn't for you as a person, but only as a pair of cute and comfy panties. "Alright Princess, it's time for your royal bath!" Amy wagged her finger down at you before bopping you on the nose, "Now-now, I don't want to hear any complaining, missy! My big 'ol butt made you allll stinky and you need to get clean if we're going to play anymore! Ta-ta!" Amy tossed you down into the pit of warm water and you saw her blow you a kiss before she slammed the lid to the washer shut.
After swimming in sudsy filth for an hour, Amy returned, moving her clothes in one wet lump into the dryer before hitting the 'high' setting. Amy skipped off, blissfully unaware she had just doomed her tiny friend to bake away in a spinning furnace of pain and suffering. As the dryer tumbled you around, hot air blasted in melting your already paper thin body into the very fibers of the pink panties themselves. You sobbed realizing that at this point Amy would probably have to cut your body out with scissors if she was going to save you, but you felt even the chances of that were slim to none. The hot air soon melted you into your set pose, that Amy had so carefully put you in of course, locking you into a happy smile and wave regardless of how hard to tried to twitch your face.
Folding her laundry later that evening, Amy set you aside, wanting to put you on as soon as she finished this menial task. After carefully depositing the stacks of clothing in her dresser, Amy reached for you bringing you up to her face and smothering you into her nose, inhaling deeply from you, "See that wasn't so bad! And now you're fresh and clean and ready for lots of more fun with me and my booty! Yayyyyy~!" Amy did a childish spin squeezing you tightly in her grip before she took another look down at you. Seeing Amy's grin flip into a frown, you wondered what was going through Amy's head as she carefully inspected you, rubbing a finger over your flat form inquisitively.
"Oh no...it looks like some of her ink came off in the washer, she's kind of faded now...." You prayed it was enough to get Amy to recognize you, to save you from this daunting fate as a ridiculously feminine doll stuck to equally girly undies. Right when Amy seemed to glimmer at you with a familiar stare, your hopes were obliterated as she yelled out, point blank in your face, "Well, I guess if I don't wash them, the design won't get any more faded! You're lucky you have a genius like me for an owner, Princess!" Laughing to herself at her supposed intellect, Amy let you drop onto the floor before stepping into you. You felt your body tugged upwards before rocketing deep into Amy's crack as her booty instantly consumed you. Thankfully, Amy had just showered so only a light musk penetrated your sense, but you knew the worst was far from here. "I'll keep you looking like a Princess, so I can look like a Princess!" Amy giggled shaking her ass playfully in the mirror before slipping her spandex over you.
The first day was fairly normal, you were crushed mercilessly under Amy's weight while she bumbled around campus, occasionally stepping on a tiny obliviously as she stared deeply into her phone. Nothing too bad but the grinding pressure that was exerted on you while Amy walked began to take it's toll on you. The second day, you finally got a fifteen minute break from Amy's booty's embrace as she took a short ten minute shower before quickly hoisting you back up between her cheeks. The third day, Amy checked on her cute sticker companion, noting comically how you had begun to smell a bit sweaty but that she'd spare you a wash for your sake since she loved you so much. Your heart warmed hearing that and you almost wanted to forgive Amy for doing this to you as you realized she really was just an unobservant, clueless broad who wanted to feel cute but that all faded as the days rolled on. Fours days in you experienced true hell as Amy visited a Mexican buffet, causing you to be tortured by her emissions all night while she snored above you peacefully. In the morning, Amy erupted in laughter as she watched your face stay frozen smiling even as she blew out another fart onto you.
Five days under your ditzy owner, Amy's booty had clearly broken you more than you had ever thought possible. Your body was coated in Amy's own dense unique smell, your prison constantly soaked even as Amy poured fresh sweat over you while walking across campus in the hot suns rays. Amy truly proved to you she had the 'juiciest' booty on campus over the past few days. You mentally sobbed while your face was locked into it's same goofy smile as Amy leaped into her seat for class, grinding you into the chair in an attempt to make herself comfy. Another long, arduous day progressed as Amy fought for tiny rights, totally unaware she was imprisoning one beneath her as she shouted a speech into her megaphone. You were thrown about wildly as each step Amy took caused her cheeks to jiggle relentlessly, pounding you against one another as she strolled back into her dorm room satisfied with a day well done.
Realizing she had been wearing you for five long days, you finally felt yourself slip down Amy's copious thighs before landing with a wet plop at her feet. Plugging her nose at your stench, Amy giggled at the smell she had accrued before laying you down on her desk to see how you were holding up. Amy covered her mouth in a gasp as she saw your beautiful design had actually managed to fade...even more! As it turns out, much to a ditz like Amy's surprise, grinding a sticker while marinating it in gallons of your own sweat seemed to be as effective at washing out the color as actually washing it. Amy gave up on her attempt to save you by never washing you, letting you land with a sad thud into her full dirty clothes hamper once again.
The next day Amy carried you back to the washing machine, running you through the awful process once again. Pulling you from the dryer hours later, Amy gazed down at you sadly noting, "Well Princess, it looks like you only have a couple more washes before you're just a tan figurine...this blows..." Amy sighed blowing some of her sweet breath down onto you before she perked up with one last ditch idea. Tucking you away in her backpack, Amy wanted to consult a professional for help before retiring you.
You bounced along in Amy's bag once again as she made her way to fashion and design class. As soon as class ended, Amy zipped up to the professor's desk, presenting you worriedly to her teacher. Amy explained exactly what had happened, from discovering you, to stamping you into place, to trying to save you from fading away, all while the teacher simply shook her head. "Amy," the teacher began, "Did you remember to seal your finished design?" The professor knew the answer as Amy cocked her head to the side aimlessly. "You can be kinda careless can't you, kid?" The professor asked. Amy beamed back, "It's funny you say that! I get that all the time!" The professor facepalmed before elaborating, "Listen, Amy. Go home and touch your design up. When it's perfect, iron it down with this." The professor handed Amy a thin slice of laminate plastic. "This will seal your design and give it that glossy look, good luck!" Amy happily skipped out of the classroom, but not before her teacher called out, "Oh Amy! The design really is cute, maybe you could turn those in for your final project!" Amy nodded happily before resuming her trek back home with you squeezed in her determined grip.
Pinning you down with fabric pins, Amy withdrew some fresh fabric markers and began reconstructing your lush pink dress and flowing hair. "Sorry I have to do this to you Princess, but you kind of looked like a little kid's drawing before!" You screamed at the irony of that statement as Amy colored you in, making you look much more official than ever before. You cried as the only thing that kept your hopes up was the idea that soon all the marker would have faded away, revealing you as a real human to your air-headed giantess captor. Admiring her latest art piece, Amy kissed you in satisfaction before carrying you to the ironing board.
Amy cut out a tiny piece of laminate just your size while she waited for the iron to heat up. You tried to scream, squirm, pray, anything if it meant escaping the steaming hot iron that glowed next to you ominously. Amy smiled as she lay the plastic over you. She jutted out her lower lip sympathetically as she consoled you, "Don't be scared, Princess! Just one last step and we'll truly be together..." Amy lay the scalding iron over you, "Forever!!" Amy's soft giggles rang through your mind as you passed out from the excruciating heat. You woke up a few minutes later to the scary sight of Amy's twinkling eyes a mere inch from your face as she gushed over her final product.
"Wow! The Professor was right! It's so shiny and sparkly! I really turned you into a real Princess, Princess! No need to thank me!" Amy resumed taunting you in her incessant giggling as she twirled you around in her fingers. "They're almost too cute to wear!" Amy mused before dropping you down. "NOT~!" Amy boomed before bringing you right back up to hug her wide hips.
Is this your fate?
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