Olivia’s Little Stress Ball
A Tiny Love Triangle
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
azazel8
[This chapter is an anonymous submission, of which I do not claim ownership.]
You were immensely relieved when the next thing that entered Olivia's shoe was not her foot, but her hand. Her soft fingers ran across your flattened surface, finding your edges and gripping them tightly as you were pulled out of the shoe and into the light.
"Sorry, almost forgot you were in there. You know how tiring my workouts are." Olivia said.
Personally, you had trouble conceiving how anyone could forget they were standing on top of another person, but this really wasn't unusual for Olivia. And being out of the sneaker was a huge relief of its own.
"Obviously we aren't actually trying to figure out a new form for you, but as far as this test went, you definitely make a super comfy insole Andrew. It's a little weird having a different one in each shoe though. I'd definitely rather just wear you as a thong and let my butt cheeks share you." Olivia teased.
While you definitely didn't want to go back to being a thong, it was at least a sort of relief to know that she had no intention of returning you to her sneaker. And you knew this was likely just her being flirty, as she knew how much you loved her big butt.
"Anyway, let's get you home." Olivia said. You heard a zipping sound, then realized you were being lowered towards her gym bag. You landed with a plop on the sweaty clothes. She grabbed her flats out of the bag, then dropped the sneakers in, narrowly avoiding dropping them on you.
ZZZIIIIPPPPP
You were sealed in the dark musty bag. It probably would have felt bad to be closed in there, but it was an incomparably better than being confined to her shoe. So you just tried to "relax", an insane word for your current predicament, as you were carried along in the bag, lightly bouncing with Olivia's steps. Outside the bag, you could hear Mackenzie and Olivia chatting amicably, though it wasn't always easy to hear what they were saying. It didn't seem like they were talking about you though, and you were briefly worried you'd spend a few hours in this bag once they got home. But luckily, Olivia opened the bag and pulled you out as soon as they arrived.
"Alright, I'm going to get back to working on getting your license cancelled. But Mac says that unless I'm wearing you in my shoe currently, I have to switch you to your next form." Olivia turned to the list to check what she'd be subjecting you to next.
"Next on the list is stress ball. That's kind of a weird one." Olivia said, holding your insole form in her hand. Just when your mouth had almost reformed enough to tell her you needed a break, she clapped her hands together, crushing you between them as she began to process of rolling you into a ball.
You normally loved being held by Olivia. Not only because you enjoyed the loving touch of your partner and the smell of her orange scented hand lotion, but also because if you were in her hand, it meant you weren't currently squished under her. She was really very gentle when she knew about your presence. But now her hands showed you none of their usual gentleness as they slid back and forth, forming you like cookie dough into a roughly spherical shape. What remained of your face slid along her palms, coasting along the contours of her hands as you were forcibly reshaped. You were glad your face was on the outside of the ball that you had become, rather than folded in on itself as sometimes happened with particularly brutal squishings.
Then one of Olivia's hands pulled away, while the other closed around you, her fingers like bars to a prison cell as they encircled you. She gave you strong squeeze, squashing your new ball form a little smaller as you became the perfect little stress ball for her.
When Olivia opened her hand, she saw no sign of the insole her boyfriend had been, and was just looking at a slightly misshapen ball.
"You know, you're kinda cute as a ball." Olivia said, amused by your weird blobby shape. "And at least you won't have to deal with any sweaty feet this way." Then she gave you a squeeze.
Your spherical body elongated as she squeezed, your squishy form pushing out the top and bottom of her hand. Little bits of you threatened to slip between her fingers as well, but as soon as she released you "bounced back" to your spherical form.
"Huh, I do feel more relaxed." Olivia said, looking down at your ball shaped form in her hand. "Thanks for being such a good boyfriend and calming me down."
You wanted to tell her that as much as it relaxed her, being crushed in her fist was far from "relaxing" for you, but you supposed from her perspective she was just doing what she had to do. Then she squeezed again, and got to work.
At least while she was squeezing you, she was sitting at the computer, researching how she could have your CTC license revoked permanently. Before long, she was completely engrossed in her reading, no longer paying active attention to the "stress ball" she was still mechanically squeezing over and over again.
It was hard to know how much time was passing. You couldn't see much, maybe a glimpse between her fingers every once in a while as she manipulated you in her hand. Your only sense of time was counting how many times you'd been squeezed, but Olivia was not keeping any particular rhythm. Her squeezes were erratic and unpredictable, forcing you over and over again into her palm, your body forcing its way into the crevices and lines of the palm of her hand.
You did turn out to make a decent stress ball though, as you could feel Olivia squeezing tighter and tighter as she progressed, still sitting at the computer after what you guessed must have been at least 2 hours of work. She was clearly getting frustrated, and you were taking the brunt of that frustration as you suffered in her palm.
"How's it going?" Mackenzie asked, curious. Of course, she was hoping this wouldn't be easy for Olivia, and she really wished her friend would stop wasting time on her pathetic little boyfriend. Couldn't she just accept he was better as an object?
"This is impossible Mackenzie. It's like they don't want me to be able to fix these accidental licenses." Olivia said. "There's got to be 500 different forms here, and they all reference other forms. I thought I had a lead for a minute to remove his license, but it turned out to be a program to turn a personal license to a community license. I guess the community center goes through yoga mats too quickly and wants some tinies to fill in." In frustration, Olivia gave you an extra tight squeeze.
You were terrified by this notion of course. You couldn't imagine just being a thing, a mat sitting in a closet to be stomped and sat on each day by random women. Mackenzie meanwhile was thinking that she might have to go take one of those classes.
"Maybe you need a break? You could come watch some TV with me?" Mackenzie said.
Another squeeze. "No no, I need to try for a little longer. I can't leave him like this." Olivia said, tilting her head toward your form in her hand. "I'll take a break later."
"Alright, but I'm worried about you Liv. I'm sure Anthony wouldn't want you to tire yourself out." Mackenzie said, walking away disappointed. She knew she had plenty of time to wear her friend down though.
And so Olivia went back to work, squeezing you over and over and over, your mind going numb from the constant crushing. It was a huge relief to see how dedicated she was to restoring you, even if you had to suffer at her mercy while you waited for her to succeed.
What happens next?
1. Mackenzie asks to try out your stress ball form, and Olivia is happy to share.
2. Olivia accidentally drops you on the floor, but she has already forgotten her "stress ball" is you, and begins to squeeze you with her feet and toes instead.
3. Olivia has hit a roadblock for now, and decides to take a break, leaving you in your stress ball form until it’s time for your next reshaping.
4. Olivia gets hungry, so she tucks you into her cleavage for a bit while she makes a snack.
5. Olivia presses you between the table and her palm, inadvertently fusing you to her palm.
You were immensely relieved when the next thing that entered Olivia's shoe was not her foot, but her hand. Her soft fingers ran across your flattened surface, finding your edges and gripping them tightly as you were pulled out of the shoe and into the light.
"Sorry, almost forgot you were in there. You know how tiring my workouts are." Olivia said.
Personally, you had trouble conceiving how anyone could forget they were standing on top of another person, but this really wasn't unusual for Olivia. And being out of the sneaker was a huge relief of its own.
"Obviously we aren't actually trying to figure out a new form for you, but as far as this test went, you definitely make a super comfy insole Andrew. It's a little weird having a different one in each shoe though. I'd definitely rather just wear you as a thong and let my butt cheeks share you." Olivia teased.
While you definitely didn't want to go back to being a thong, it was at least a sort of relief to know that she had no intention of returning you to her sneaker. And you knew this was likely just her being flirty, as she knew how much you loved her big butt.
"Anyway, let's get you home." Olivia said. You heard a zipping sound, then realized you were being lowered towards her gym bag. You landed with a plop on the sweaty clothes. She grabbed her flats out of the bag, then dropped the sneakers in, narrowly avoiding dropping them on you.
ZZZIIIIPPPPP
You were sealed in the dark musty bag. It probably would have felt bad to be closed in there, but it was an incomparably better than being confined to her shoe. So you just tried to "relax", an insane word for your current predicament, as you were carried along in the bag, lightly bouncing with Olivia's steps. Outside the bag, you could hear Mackenzie and Olivia chatting amicably, though it wasn't always easy to hear what they were saying. It didn't seem like they were talking about you though, and you were briefly worried you'd spend a few hours in this bag once they got home. But luckily, Olivia opened the bag and pulled you out as soon as they arrived.
"Alright, I'm going to get back to working on getting your license cancelled. But Mac says that unless I'm wearing you in my shoe currently, I have to switch you to your next form." Olivia turned to the list to check what she'd be subjecting you to next.
"Next on the list is stress ball. That's kind of a weird one." Olivia said, holding your insole form in her hand. Just when your mouth had almost reformed enough to tell her you needed a break, she clapped her hands together, crushing you between them as she began to process of rolling you into a ball.
You normally loved being held by Olivia. Not only because you enjoyed the loving touch of your partner and the smell of her orange scented hand lotion, but also because if you were in her hand, it meant you weren't currently squished under her. She was really very gentle when she knew about your presence. But now her hands showed you none of their usual gentleness as they slid back and forth, forming you like cookie dough into a roughly spherical shape. What remained of your face slid along her palms, coasting along the contours of her hands as you were forcibly reshaped. You were glad your face was on the outside of the ball that you had become, rather than folded in on itself as sometimes happened with particularly brutal squishings.
Then one of Olivia's hands pulled away, while the other closed around you, her fingers like bars to a prison cell as they encircled you. She gave you strong squeeze, squashing your new ball form a little smaller as you became the perfect little stress ball for her.
When Olivia opened her hand, she saw no sign of the insole her boyfriend had been, and was just looking at a slightly misshapen ball.
"You know, you're kinda cute as a ball." Olivia said, amused by your weird blobby shape. "And at least you won't have to deal with any sweaty feet this way." Then she gave you a squeeze.
Your spherical body elongated as she squeezed, your squishy form pushing out the top and bottom of her hand. Little bits of you threatened to slip between her fingers as well, but as soon as she released you "bounced back" to your spherical form.
"Huh, I do feel more relaxed." Olivia said, looking down at your ball shaped form in her hand. "Thanks for being such a good boyfriend and calming me down."
You wanted to tell her that as much as it relaxed her, being crushed in her fist was far from "relaxing" for you, but you supposed from her perspective she was just doing what she had to do. Then she squeezed again, and got to work.
At least while she was squeezing you, she was sitting at the computer, researching how she could have your CTC license revoked permanently. Before long, she was completely engrossed in her reading, no longer paying active attention to the "stress ball" she was still mechanically squeezing over and over again.
It was hard to know how much time was passing. You couldn't see much, maybe a glimpse between her fingers every once in a while as she manipulated you in her hand. Your only sense of time was counting how many times you'd been squeezed, but Olivia was not keeping any particular rhythm. Her squeezes were erratic and unpredictable, forcing you over and over again into her palm, your body forcing its way into the crevices and lines of the palm of her hand.
You did turn out to make a decent stress ball though, as you could feel Olivia squeezing tighter and tighter as she progressed, still sitting at the computer after what you guessed must have been at least 2 hours of work. She was clearly getting frustrated, and you were taking the brunt of that frustration as you suffered in her palm.
"How's it going?" Mackenzie asked, curious. Of course, she was hoping this wouldn't be easy for Olivia, and she really wished her friend would stop wasting time on her pathetic little boyfriend. Couldn't she just accept he was better as an object?
"This is impossible Mackenzie. It's like they don't want me to be able to fix these accidental licenses." Olivia said. "There's got to be 500 different forms here, and they all reference other forms. I thought I had a lead for a minute to remove his license, but it turned out to be a program to turn a personal license to a community license. I guess the community center goes through yoga mats too quickly and wants some tinies to fill in." In frustration, Olivia gave you an extra tight squeeze.
You were terrified by this notion of course. You couldn't imagine just being a thing, a mat sitting in a closet to be stomped and sat on each day by random women. Mackenzie meanwhile was thinking that she might have to go take one of those classes.
"Maybe you need a break? You could come watch some TV with me?" Mackenzie said.
Another squeeze. "No no, I need to try for a little longer. I can't leave him like this." Olivia said, tilting her head toward your form in her hand. "I'll take a break later."
"Alright, but I'm worried about you Liv. I'm sure Anthony wouldn't want you to tire yourself out." Mackenzie said, walking away disappointed. She knew she had plenty of time to wear her friend down though.
And so Olivia went back to work, squeezing you over and over and over, your mind going numb from the constant crushing. It was a huge relief to see how dedicated she was to restoring you, even if you had to suffer at her mercy while you waited for her to succeed.
What happens next?
1. Mackenzie asks to try out your stress ball form, and Olivia is happy to share.
2. Olivia accidentally drops you on the floor, but she has already forgotten her "stress ball" is you, and begins to squeeze you with her feet and toes instead.
3. Olivia has hit a roadblock for now, and decides to take a break, leaving you in your stress ball form until it’s time for your next reshaping.
4. Olivia gets hungry, so she tucks you into her cleavage for a bit while she makes a snack.
5. Olivia presses you between the table and her palm, inadvertently fusing you to her palm.
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