Unsettling New Arrangements
A Tiny Love Triangle
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
azazel8
The next couple of hours of being aggressively squeezed by your increasingly frustrated partner was filled with an odd mix of pain and concern over the way you were being so callously treated, and love for the woman who remained devoted to finding a solution to your current situation, even at her own expense. While you were comforted by the knowledge that your situation remained firmly on Olivia’s mind, it was clear that your location had not, as the way she worked your body over became increasingly merciless, fingers and palms squeezing tightly and at times even pressing you down into the surface of her desk, grinding you as flat as possible before peeling you off again for more abuse. It was only when she nearly accidentally submitted a form that would have seen you permanently transferred to her next of kin that Oliva relented, realising she was now doing more harm than good.
Watching your girlfriend switch off the computer with a deep sigh filled you with a new mix of emotions. It was, of course, disappointing that she hadn’t found a way to resolve your situation, though you didn’t for a second blame her for needing a break. You wanted to be free of this torment as soon as possible, to get the chance to properly explain what Mackenzie had done, but on the bright side you hoped at least she would now leave you unmolested. Sadly, it wasn’t to be, and Olivia’s absentmindedness reared its head once more as she headed to the living room with you still in hand, squeezing you now in a slower and more rhythmic fashion as she slowly calmed down.
True to form, Mackenzie was the picture of innocence when she saw her crush, quickly ushering the other girl to the couch and putting on a movie for them both to watch, reassuring her that she’d worked hard and deserved a break, and pointedly avoiding any reference to your current form. Over the next several hours you were squeezed with a gentler, but still intense force as Olivia lost herself in the film, even briefly falling into Mackenzie’s hands for a period of intense stretching while your girlfriend was otherwise distracted. Fortunately, though, you hadn’t completely fled your partner’s thoughts. The ending of the film brought your existence back to the forefront of her thoughts and you experienced some small amount of relief as your rolled-up form was placed gently upon her nightstand. Though unable to muster the energy to fully reform, you still managed to drift into a fitful sleep, your mind alternating from pleasant dreams of better days to nightmares of the days to come.
You weren’t entirely sure what you expected to wake up to, but you certainly hadn’t expected to wake to the crushing force of an immense weight falling upon you, pressing you down into a wet smelly surface as something wriggled against the remains of your face. A moment later the force lifted, though you remained trapped in a humid sticky darkness until the force slammed down once more. Again and again you were crushed in this manner, at increasingly rapid intervals until your mind finally caught up to reality and you realised with a rising sense of nausea and dread that you were once more confined to a shoe. Once more being slammed underfoot over and over again as your owner moved, jogging by the feel of it. At first you wondered why Olivia would just toss you underfoot like this without any warning, but then you realised the truth. This smell. This feel. You’d been here before. That wasn’t your lover’s foot, nor was this her shoe. You were under Mackenzie.
It was extremely difficult to keep track of time while you were being constantly trampled like this, but you suspected it was at least a couple of hours later when the rapidly pounding feet finally slowed to a near-stop, the distant sound of a door revealing your likely return to your abode. A moment later, the sudden withdrawal of the now thoroughly sweaty foot and sock that had been your constant companions and an influx of fresh air into the humid interior of the shoe put the question beyond doubt, as Olivia’s concerned voice filtered down to your greedy ears. “…not there. I’ve been looking all over but he’s nowhere. Could you help me move the couch? He might have rolled under it.”
You expected for Mackenzie to lie and try to keep you underfoot forever, but surprisingly she instead reached into her discarded left sneaker and peeled you free, clearly resisting the urge to drop you when she saw how soaked you had become with her sweat. Instead, however, the pale girl focused all of her attention back on Olivia. “Hey hey, it’s alright. He was with me, see. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but you were sleeping so peacefully, and I didn’t want to disturb your beauty sleep.” Your owner raised an eyebrow, for once requiring more of an explanation before taking her friend’s side. There was the briefest flicker of a frown on Mackenzie’s face before she steadied her impression and forged on. “Oh right, actually after you went to bed I was cleaning up and I noticed you’d left out that letter from the CTC. I was checking it over and it says he has to be used in each form for at least twelve hours. You used him as an insole for… what? Five hours. Six maybe, tops. I didn’t want the CTC to be able to use that as some kind of loophole later on, so I decided I’d help you out a bit with my jogs.”
You wanted to curse Mackenzie out for deliberately torturing you for her own amusement, but unfortunately Olivia accepted the explanation wholeheartedly, a smile returning to her face as she breathed a sigh of relief. “Right, sorry Mack. I’d completely forgotten about that. You’re such a good friend for helping me and Andrew out like that. I’m sure Andrew would thank you as well if he could talk right now.” Her eyes were guilty as she looked at your form, still in her friend’s hands. “I felt really bad about forgetting him in my shoes yesterday, so I’d really appreciate it if you could take over making up the needed time on things like that. Just maybe let me know in advance next time.” As much as you wanted to scream your protest, there was nothing you could do as the two nodded at each other, silently agreeing that you’d be used by Mackenzie more and more going forward.
Relieved that you had turned up, Olivia trotted into the kitchen to fix herself some breakfast, leaving you momentarily alone in the hands of your nemesis, who looked down at you neutrally before a slow smile crept across her face. “You know Andy, you actually make a halfway decent insole. Only… with there being only one of you it’s a bit uneven, you know.” She shook her head, as if lamenting such cruel fate before her smile turned vicious. “In any case, you should enjoy the variety while it lasts, because I still think a thong is what suits you best. Really, from the first moment I laid eyes on you I just knew you were destined to be buried forever in some girl’s giant butt. Once she finally gives up on getting rid of your license, I guarantee you’ll be spending the rest of your life between Olivia’s big cheeks. Though, I’m sure I could talk her into letting me borrow you sometimes. Roomies share clothing all the time you see, and that’s all you are going to be now.” Turning away with the intent to go take a shower, she shot you a wink and gave her ass a slap for your benefit. “Look forward to it.”
Left with that ominous warning, you shuddered involuntarily as you pictured the future Mackenzie had laid out for you, telling yourself that you needed to get a chance to talk to Olivia to explain just what it was her friend intended for you. Theoretically your chance to do just that came soon after when your girlfriend returned to scoop you up and carry you to her room. Except that, still in the form of a battered insole, there was nothing you could do to actually communicate your concerns. Instead, you were taken to the ensuite sink and harshly washed to remove the stink and sweat of Mackenzie’s foot, while your would-be-rescuer explained what your next form would be. “I don’t think yesterday went the way either of us wanted, so I want today to be as restful as possible while still meeting the contract requirements. That’s why I’ve decided we should hit the beach, and you can be my bikini top, which is basically a bra anyway. I figured that’d be the easiest form for you.”
It was clear that Olivia was quite pleased with her idea, as she finished washing you off and you were transferred to her bed while she began to strip out of her sleepwear. “It’s a win-win right. I get to be supported by you in one of the most intimate ways possible, and you get to hang around with my boobs all day.” She stuck out her tongue at the last part. “I’m sure that makes you excited, right? And don’t worry. Since we’ll just be relaxing at the beach, I won’t be bouncing around too much at all.” It was clear that she had thought this through, at least somewhat, but you were… less convinced. It was true that you would rather be against Olivia’s breasts then stuck in her butt or under Mackenzie’s foot, but that didn’t change the fact that her breasts were still a pair of gigantic boulders from your perspective. Not as big as her butt to be sure, but still a lot of weight to be supporting by yourself. Usually, your experience with women’s chests involved being stuck to their bras or tops, serving as some additional padding or a funny sticker on their flesh, not expected to serve as the bra itself.
Not that your concern mattered much when you couldn’t speak, or even move, to make it known, and you did your best to just enjoy the view of your topless girlfriend as she sorted through her bikini bottoms to find a pair that would go well with you, her bottom lip between her teeth as she thought about how she wanted to form you, and what you’d go best with. “Hmm, I think that I’ll make you…”
Watching your girlfriend switch off the computer with a deep sigh filled you with a new mix of emotions. It was, of course, disappointing that she hadn’t found a way to resolve your situation, though you didn’t for a second blame her for needing a break. You wanted to be free of this torment as soon as possible, to get the chance to properly explain what Mackenzie had done, but on the bright side you hoped at least she would now leave you unmolested. Sadly, it wasn’t to be, and Olivia’s absentmindedness reared its head once more as she headed to the living room with you still in hand, squeezing you now in a slower and more rhythmic fashion as she slowly calmed down.
True to form, Mackenzie was the picture of innocence when she saw her crush, quickly ushering the other girl to the couch and putting on a movie for them both to watch, reassuring her that she’d worked hard and deserved a break, and pointedly avoiding any reference to your current form. Over the next several hours you were squeezed with a gentler, but still intense force as Olivia lost herself in the film, even briefly falling into Mackenzie’s hands for a period of intense stretching while your girlfriend was otherwise distracted. Fortunately, though, you hadn’t completely fled your partner’s thoughts. The ending of the film brought your existence back to the forefront of her thoughts and you experienced some small amount of relief as your rolled-up form was placed gently upon her nightstand. Though unable to muster the energy to fully reform, you still managed to drift into a fitful sleep, your mind alternating from pleasant dreams of better days to nightmares of the days to come.
You weren’t entirely sure what you expected to wake up to, but you certainly hadn’t expected to wake to the crushing force of an immense weight falling upon you, pressing you down into a wet smelly surface as something wriggled against the remains of your face. A moment later the force lifted, though you remained trapped in a humid sticky darkness until the force slammed down once more. Again and again you were crushed in this manner, at increasingly rapid intervals until your mind finally caught up to reality and you realised with a rising sense of nausea and dread that you were once more confined to a shoe. Once more being slammed underfoot over and over again as your owner moved, jogging by the feel of it. At first you wondered why Olivia would just toss you underfoot like this without any warning, but then you realised the truth. This smell. This feel. You’d been here before. That wasn’t your lover’s foot, nor was this her shoe. You were under Mackenzie.
It was extremely difficult to keep track of time while you were being constantly trampled like this, but you suspected it was at least a couple of hours later when the rapidly pounding feet finally slowed to a near-stop, the distant sound of a door revealing your likely return to your abode. A moment later, the sudden withdrawal of the now thoroughly sweaty foot and sock that had been your constant companions and an influx of fresh air into the humid interior of the shoe put the question beyond doubt, as Olivia’s concerned voice filtered down to your greedy ears. “…not there. I’ve been looking all over but he’s nowhere. Could you help me move the couch? He might have rolled under it.”
You expected for Mackenzie to lie and try to keep you underfoot forever, but surprisingly she instead reached into her discarded left sneaker and peeled you free, clearly resisting the urge to drop you when she saw how soaked you had become with her sweat. Instead, however, the pale girl focused all of her attention back on Olivia. “Hey hey, it’s alright. He was with me, see. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but you were sleeping so peacefully, and I didn’t want to disturb your beauty sleep.” Your owner raised an eyebrow, for once requiring more of an explanation before taking her friend’s side. There was the briefest flicker of a frown on Mackenzie’s face before she steadied her impression and forged on. “Oh right, actually after you went to bed I was cleaning up and I noticed you’d left out that letter from the CTC. I was checking it over and it says he has to be used in each form for at least twelve hours. You used him as an insole for… what? Five hours. Six maybe, tops. I didn’t want the CTC to be able to use that as some kind of loophole later on, so I decided I’d help you out a bit with my jogs.”
You wanted to curse Mackenzie out for deliberately torturing you for her own amusement, but unfortunately Olivia accepted the explanation wholeheartedly, a smile returning to her face as she breathed a sigh of relief. “Right, sorry Mack. I’d completely forgotten about that. You’re such a good friend for helping me and Andrew out like that. I’m sure Andrew would thank you as well if he could talk right now.” Her eyes were guilty as she looked at your form, still in her friend’s hands. “I felt really bad about forgetting him in my shoes yesterday, so I’d really appreciate it if you could take over making up the needed time on things like that. Just maybe let me know in advance next time.” As much as you wanted to scream your protest, there was nothing you could do as the two nodded at each other, silently agreeing that you’d be used by Mackenzie more and more going forward.
Relieved that you had turned up, Olivia trotted into the kitchen to fix herself some breakfast, leaving you momentarily alone in the hands of your nemesis, who looked down at you neutrally before a slow smile crept across her face. “You know Andy, you actually make a halfway decent insole. Only… with there being only one of you it’s a bit uneven, you know.” She shook her head, as if lamenting such cruel fate before her smile turned vicious. “In any case, you should enjoy the variety while it lasts, because I still think a thong is what suits you best. Really, from the first moment I laid eyes on you I just knew you were destined to be buried forever in some girl’s giant butt. Once she finally gives up on getting rid of your license, I guarantee you’ll be spending the rest of your life between Olivia’s big cheeks. Though, I’m sure I could talk her into letting me borrow you sometimes. Roomies share clothing all the time you see, and that’s all you are going to be now.” Turning away with the intent to go take a shower, she shot you a wink and gave her ass a slap for your benefit. “Look forward to it.”
Left with that ominous warning, you shuddered involuntarily as you pictured the future Mackenzie had laid out for you, telling yourself that you needed to get a chance to talk to Olivia to explain just what it was her friend intended for you. Theoretically your chance to do just that came soon after when your girlfriend returned to scoop you up and carry you to her room. Except that, still in the form of a battered insole, there was nothing you could do to actually communicate your concerns. Instead, you were taken to the ensuite sink and harshly washed to remove the stink and sweat of Mackenzie’s foot, while your would-be-rescuer explained what your next form would be. “I don’t think yesterday went the way either of us wanted, so I want today to be as restful as possible while still meeting the contract requirements. That’s why I’ve decided we should hit the beach, and you can be my bikini top, which is basically a bra anyway. I figured that’d be the easiest form for you.”
It was clear that Olivia was quite pleased with her idea, as she finished washing you off and you were transferred to her bed while she began to strip out of her sleepwear. “It’s a win-win right. I get to be supported by you in one of the most intimate ways possible, and you get to hang around with my boobs all day.” She stuck out her tongue at the last part. “I’m sure that makes you excited, right? And don’t worry. Since we’ll just be relaxing at the beach, I won’t be bouncing around too much at all.” It was clear that she had thought this through, at least somewhat, but you were… less convinced. It was true that you would rather be against Olivia’s breasts then stuck in her butt or under Mackenzie’s foot, but that didn’t change the fact that her breasts were still a pair of gigantic boulders from your perspective. Not as big as her butt to be sure, but still a lot of weight to be supporting by yourself. Usually, your experience with women’s chests involved being stuck to their bras or tops, serving as some additional padding or a funny sticker on their flesh, not expected to serve as the bra itself.
Not that your concern mattered much when you couldn’t speak, or even move, to make it known, and you did your best to just enjoy the view of your topless girlfriend as she sorted through her bikini bottoms to find a pair that would go well with you, her bottom lip between her teeth as she thought about how she wanted to form you, and what you’d go best with. “Hmm, I think that I’ll make you…”
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March 28, 2025
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