Elizabeth’s Personal Bikini Bottoms
A Tiny Love Triangle
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
azazel8
When the bag opened once more to show you Elizabeth’s face, mostly obscured by the piles of used clothes on top of you, you allowed yourself a brief hope that finally, finally, you would be recovered. Being crushed among the mature woman’s used clothing was far from pleasant, and while you had no way of knowing just how long you’d been in here, you were confident it would take you weeks to rid yourself of the concentrated smell of her body. Unfortunately for you, any hope of being saved was quite literally crushed as your girlfriend’s mother dumped an armful of clothes on top of you, blocking out the last fragments of your view of the outside world before zipping the bag shut once again. Clearly, she hadn’t bothered to wash anything during her trip, the newest additions adding another wave of stale sweat and body odour to your prison, permeating every inch of the luggage.
Unlike previous occasions though the sealing was followed by the bag launching into motion, the remains of your stomach dropping as you experienced a brief period of weightlessness before the mass of clothes around you came crashing down once more. What followed was a disorienting series of disjointed movements, of which you could not make heads or tails, seeming to last over a good hour at least, until after one final violent tussle you were left in relative stillness. There remained a subtle vibration that persisted for several hours, and occasional feelings as if the direction of the ground was shifting. Briefly you wondered if it was possible that you were on a plane and being flown back to Elizabeth’s home but dismissed that idea on the basis that there was surely no way that Olivia could have forgotten you to such an extent that she’d just let her mother take you away.
While you did your best to convince yourself that the truth was anything but the truth, your would-be mother-in-law was enjoying her flight, having had a fantastic week with her daughter and the Robinson girls. By now she’d known Mackenzie and Jennifer for some two decades, thinking of the two as more or less family, and she’d enjoyed her family vacation to the fullest. After that day at the beach, she’d managed to completely forget your existence, even if half of her reason for visiting had been to spend some time with Olivia’s cute little tiny boy. It was a late flight, scheduled to land early the next morning, and after watching a movie she began to drift off, smiling peacefully as she slept.
Sometime later, Elizabeth was woken suddenly when her phone began to sound an alarm, vibrating against her leg as she jolted upright. There were grumbles and disapproving looks from surrounding passengers and the brunette blushed in shame as she hurriedly grabbed her phone and attempted to stop the noise. Still drowsy and slightly frantic, the message flashing across the screen was little more than a blurred mess, and rather than pause to read it, Elizabeth just insistently jabbed at the most visible option, going through several subsequent messages in the same manner until the noise finally stopped. Offering an apology and embarrassed smile to those she had woken, she switched the offending device to silent, sheepishly returned it to her pocket, and tried to get back to sleep.
For you, the long period of stillness was followed by more disorienting motions until you eventually heard the sound of a door being unlocked, followed shortly after by the sound of the bag unzipping. For the first time in many hours some light filtered in, though very little of it reached down to you, buried deep in the pile of stale clothing. Above, a now well-rested Elizabeth happily opened the door of her washing machine and began throwing in handfuls of clothing, glad to finally have the chance to wash clothes which had been stewing for days in her bag, particularly given their intense smell. As she quickly withdrew a particularly rank set of bikini bottoms, she spared it only a brief glance before tossing it in with the rest, hoping that the wash would be sufficient to allow her to wear it again.
There was nothing you could do as the door was closed and soapy water began to flood in. Any hope you had clung to that you would be returned soon was lost as you realised that the worse had come to pass and you were indeed in Elizabeth’s home, still being treated as mere clothing. You wanted to cry at the injustice of it but couldn’t even manage the task as your contorted body began to spin around with everything else, being smacked against other clothing and the side of the machine again and again. The last thing you saw before the soap fully covered your eyes was your unaware captor’s form walking away, stretching happily as she left you behind and returned to the rest of her luggage.
It was only some time later as she sat down on her couch that Elizabeth realised her phone was still on silent, quickly switching it back on and wondering at why she had received a message from the C.T.C. To the best of her knowledge, she hadn’t had any dealings with the centre lately, so it was strange for her to receive such a message, but she diligently opened it regardless, eyebrows raising in surprise as she read through its contents and memories came flooding back to her. Surprise and confusion since she didn’t remember applying for any licences recently, least of all a permanent one. What she didn’t know is that she had done exactly that when ‘dismissing’ the various notifications on the plane, triggered by the ending of her original one-week licence for her living bikini bottoms.
To say Elizabeth was shocked would be an understatement, wondering when you had agreed to all of this. She had at least finally remembered that you existed, but that wasn’t helping her to make sense of this situation, since you were dating her daughter not her. But then again, she did seem to recall that the last time she had seen you you were offering to serve as her bikini bottoms for a trip to the beach right near the start of her little vacation. Actually, come to think of it, she hadn’t seen you again after that. The wheels were still spinning in her head, not quite able to put two and two together, until a chime from the washing machine finally made it all stick and her jaw dropped.
From your perspective, you had endured roughly an hour in the wash and were left buried beneath a soggy pile of clothing, still trapped in the form of a bikini bottom, but now one filled with the acrid taste and sting of soap. It had sunk into you so much that you felt like you were on fire, and barely even registered the sensation as a hand started sorting through the mass until eventually pulling you free. By the time you managed to blink some sight back into your eyes you found yourself face-to-face with Elizabeth, whose eyes were wide in awe and mouth twisted into a confused frown as she gazed at you. Realising that you may have finally been found you tried to scream for help, only to be reminded that you were unable to produce any sound and were at the mercy of this mature beauty.
When Elizabeth’s lips finally parted, you hoped it would be to signal your release, but you weren’t met with the question you expected. “Is this really what you want Andrew? I never knew that you felt this way. About yourself. About… me.” Even if you didn’t know what she was talking about, your instincts screamed at you that it was nothing good, and you tried to struggle. Tried to twitch or make a sound. Any sound. Anything to prove that you wanted to be human again. Of course, it was all for naught, and as you continued to just hang uselessly, you watched in silent dread as Elizabeth slowly nodded to herself, confusion visibly turning to determination as she came to a conclusion. “I…”
Unlike previous occasions though the sealing was followed by the bag launching into motion, the remains of your stomach dropping as you experienced a brief period of weightlessness before the mass of clothes around you came crashing down once more. What followed was a disorienting series of disjointed movements, of which you could not make heads or tails, seeming to last over a good hour at least, until after one final violent tussle you were left in relative stillness. There remained a subtle vibration that persisted for several hours, and occasional feelings as if the direction of the ground was shifting. Briefly you wondered if it was possible that you were on a plane and being flown back to Elizabeth’s home but dismissed that idea on the basis that there was surely no way that Olivia could have forgotten you to such an extent that she’d just let her mother take you away.
While you did your best to convince yourself that the truth was anything but the truth, your would-be mother-in-law was enjoying her flight, having had a fantastic week with her daughter and the Robinson girls. By now she’d known Mackenzie and Jennifer for some two decades, thinking of the two as more or less family, and she’d enjoyed her family vacation to the fullest. After that day at the beach, she’d managed to completely forget your existence, even if half of her reason for visiting had been to spend some time with Olivia’s cute little tiny boy. It was a late flight, scheduled to land early the next morning, and after watching a movie she began to drift off, smiling peacefully as she slept.
Sometime later, Elizabeth was woken suddenly when her phone began to sound an alarm, vibrating against her leg as she jolted upright. There were grumbles and disapproving looks from surrounding passengers and the brunette blushed in shame as she hurriedly grabbed her phone and attempted to stop the noise. Still drowsy and slightly frantic, the message flashing across the screen was little more than a blurred mess, and rather than pause to read it, Elizabeth just insistently jabbed at the most visible option, going through several subsequent messages in the same manner until the noise finally stopped. Offering an apology and embarrassed smile to those she had woken, she switched the offending device to silent, sheepishly returned it to her pocket, and tried to get back to sleep.
For you, the long period of stillness was followed by more disorienting motions until you eventually heard the sound of a door being unlocked, followed shortly after by the sound of the bag unzipping. For the first time in many hours some light filtered in, though very little of it reached down to you, buried deep in the pile of stale clothing. Above, a now well-rested Elizabeth happily opened the door of her washing machine and began throwing in handfuls of clothing, glad to finally have the chance to wash clothes which had been stewing for days in her bag, particularly given their intense smell. As she quickly withdrew a particularly rank set of bikini bottoms, she spared it only a brief glance before tossing it in with the rest, hoping that the wash would be sufficient to allow her to wear it again.
There was nothing you could do as the door was closed and soapy water began to flood in. Any hope you had clung to that you would be returned soon was lost as you realised that the worse had come to pass and you were indeed in Elizabeth’s home, still being treated as mere clothing. You wanted to cry at the injustice of it but couldn’t even manage the task as your contorted body began to spin around with everything else, being smacked against other clothing and the side of the machine again and again. The last thing you saw before the soap fully covered your eyes was your unaware captor’s form walking away, stretching happily as she left you behind and returned to the rest of her luggage.
It was only some time later as she sat down on her couch that Elizabeth realised her phone was still on silent, quickly switching it back on and wondering at why she had received a message from the C.T.C. To the best of her knowledge, she hadn’t had any dealings with the centre lately, so it was strange for her to receive such a message, but she diligently opened it regardless, eyebrows raising in surprise as she read through its contents and memories came flooding back to her. Surprise and confusion since she didn’t remember applying for any licences recently, least of all a permanent one. What she didn’t know is that she had done exactly that when ‘dismissing’ the various notifications on the plane, triggered by the ending of her original one-week licence for her living bikini bottoms.
TO: Elizabeth King
RE: Permanent Usage Licence for MP-004657291
Congratulations. Your application for a permanent licence for MP-004657291, formerly known as Andrew Moore, has been approved. Receipt of this message confirms commencement of the above licence and may be used as proof of ownership pending receipt of formal licence documentation. You will receive your formal licence and the equivalent licence for MP-004657291 within two weeks.
In accordance with this licence, MP-004657291 has indicated his desire to be used and treated as an object for the benefit of women and, furthermore, has agreed to be the sole property of Elizabeth King in perpetuity, to use in whatever form she should see fit, subject to conditions as set out below.
It is an honour to be trusted with the ownership of a liberated tiny, but please be reminded that this honour comes with a number of conditions, to which you are strictly required to comply:
1: MP-004657291 is not to be confined to his previous humanoid form for any more than two hours total in any seven-day period, and for no more than ten minutes during any continuous period.
2: Elizabeth King is to make active use of MP-004657291, to be determined in accordance with his current form, for at least 12 hours of each day, and at least 100 hours total in any seven-day period.
3: The ownership of MP-004657291 cannot be transferred without the approval of the C.T.C.
4: MP-004657291 may be used by individuals other than Elizabeth King but can be leant out for no more than thirty-six hours in total in each calendar month, with temporary assignees to meet the conditions set out under (1) and (2) above on behalf of Elizabeth King during any assigned period.
5: All usage of MP-004657291 is to be entered into the C.T.C. app and is subject to periodic audit.
Any non-compliance with the above conditions may lead to penalties determined in accordance with the seriousness of the breach, up to and including confiscation of MP-004657291 and transferral of ownership to a designated owner selected by the C.T.C. to provide for the needs of MP-004657291.
RE: Permanent Usage Licence for MP-004657291
Congratulations. Your application for a permanent licence for MP-004657291, formerly known as Andrew Moore, has been approved. Receipt of this message confirms commencement of the above licence and may be used as proof of ownership pending receipt of formal licence documentation. You will receive your formal licence and the equivalent licence for MP-004657291 within two weeks.
In accordance with this licence, MP-004657291 has indicated his desire to be used and treated as an object for the benefit of women and, furthermore, has agreed to be the sole property of Elizabeth King in perpetuity, to use in whatever form she should see fit, subject to conditions as set out below.
It is an honour to be trusted with the ownership of a liberated tiny, but please be reminded that this honour comes with a number of conditions, to which you are strictly required to comply:
1: MP-004657291 is not to be confined to his previous humanoid form for any more than two hours total in any seven-day period, and for no more than ten minutes during any continuous period.
2: Elizabeth King is to make active use of MP-004657291, to be determined in accordance with his current form, for at least 12 hours of each day, and at least 100 hours total in any seven-day period.
3: The ownership of MP-004657291 cannot be transferred without the approval of the C.T.C.
4: MP-004657291 may be used by individuals other than Elizabeth King but can be leant out for no more than thirty-six hours in total in each calendar month, with temporary assignees to meet the conditions set out under (1) and (2) above on behalf of Elizabeth King during any assigned period.
5: All usage of MP-004657291 is to be entered into the C.T.C. app and is subject to periodic audit.
Any non-compliance with the above conditions may lead to penalties determined in accordance with the seriousness of the breach, up to and including confiscation of MP-004657291 and transferral of ownership to a designated owner selected by the C.T.C. to provide for the needs of MP-004657291.
To say Elizabeth was shocked would be an understatement, wondering when you had agreed to all of this. She had at least finally remembered that you existed, but that wasn’t helping her to make sense of this situation, since you were dating her daughter not her. But then again, she did seem to recall that the last time she had seen you you were offering to serve as her bikini bottoms for a trip to the beach right near the start of her little vacation. Actually, come to think of it, she hadn’t seen you again after that. The wheels were still spinning in her head, not quite able to put two and two together, until a chime from the washing machine finally made it all stick and her jaw dropped.
From your perspective, you had endured roughly an hour in the wash and were left buried beneath a soggy pile of clothing, still trapped in the form of a bikini bottom, but now one filled with the acrid taste and sting of soap. It had sunk into you so much that you felt like you were on fire, and barely even registered the sensation as a hand started sorting through the mass until eventually pulling you free. By the time you managed to blink some sight back into your eyes you found yourself face-to-face with Elizabeth, whose eyes were wide in awe and mouth twisted into a confused frown as she gazed at you. Realising that you may have finally been found you tried to scream for help, only to be reminded that you were unable to produce any sound and were at the mercy of this mature beauty.
When Elizabeth’s lips finally parted, you hoped it would be to signal your release, but you weren’t met with the question you expected. “Is this really what you want Andrew? I never knew that you felt this way. About yourself. About… me.” Even if you didn’t know what she was talking about, your instincts screamed at you that it was nothing good, and you tried to struggle. Tried to twitch or make a sound. Any sound. Anything to prove that you wanted to be human again. Of course, it was all for naught, and as you continued to just hang uselessly, you watched in silent dread as Elizabeth slowly nodded to herself, confusion visibly turning to determination as she came to a conclusion. “I…”
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