The Competition for You Heats Up
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 8
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You couldn’t help but gulp once more as the seven bridesmaids looked down at you, their proximity leading to their prominent curves gently bumping together and setting off mesmerising waves of undulating flesh. If it had only been one you may have been able to find a way to respond to their propositions but facing the whole group at once made things infinitely more complicated. Of course, some of the options you had been given were more appealing than others, but even if you wanted to go with any of them, you’d inevitably need to face the consequences of angering those you didn’t pick. Especially from among those who had expressed a more… active interest in making you theirs.
The sudden sound of hurried footsteps granted you a momentary reprieve, as the various women turned to face the noise, and you allowed yourself to release a sigh of relief as you followed their gazes. However, where you had hoped you would see Lilyana coming to your aid after finishing the preparations, you were instead greeted by the sight of the brunette Ava quickly making her way over. The other bridesmaids collectively groaned at this arrival, and you couldn’t help but share a bit of their trepidation as hazel eyes flicked around hurriedly before fixing on you, a wide smile coming to dominate the newcomer’s lips as she slowed to a sedate pace and sashayed her way towards you.
“Well well well. I guess your boss was right when she said you were used to attention.” Ava’s gaze flicked to the others, and her smile slipped a little. “So, what exactly is going on here?” It looked like several of the women were ready to lie their way out of things, but they were cut off as Violet simply brought the other bridesmaid up to speed, shrugging at the glares from the others as if to say that it was pointless to try to lie. For her part, Ava scoffed at the information, appearing more disappointed than offended at having been left out. “Come now. You can hardly expect the little guy to make a decision without even being presented with the best option.” As if to emphasis her point she pushed her way between Lucia and Keeya, bumping them out of the road with her luscious chest and rear.
All of these girls had bodies to die for, but you had to admit that Ava was on a whole different level. Smooth creamy skin seemingly devoid of blemishes. A fit, supple body with all the right curves and divots. Long silky brunette hair with wavy curls. Deep hazel eyes that a man could drown in, and which were currently in the process of drinking you in. You were so busy admiring the view, that you didn’t even see her hand until you were already airborne and being dropped to her cleavage below. The sleek black dress she wore held her breasts so tightly that you bounced on impact, laying there in a daze before fingers descended to push you into the chasm below, burying you up to your neck.
“Wa-wait, I-mph!” You attempted to protest but were cut off as Ava placed a single finger to your face and made a gentle shushing sound, proceeding to stroke your head thereafter as you leaned back as best you could to look up at her smiling face, having no choice but to grab handfuls of the soft flesh to either side of you just to stay afloat. For her part, the brunette looked down at you with sympathetic eyes, continuing to stroke you gently. “Shhh. Don’t be afraid little guy. I’m an expert at carrying little ones around like this. I’ll have you know that was my brother Mikey’s favourite seat before he went and fell in love with Iris and decided to find some new accommodation.” The corner of her mouth shifted slightly, turning her smile to a lascivious smirk. “Although, while my brother stopped there, you’ll find that my boyfriends get to see much more of me, both inside and out.”
Plucking you free, she brought you to her lips, placing a gentle peck on your face before nuzzling you to her warm cheek, unintentionally smothering out any words you might have spoken. “I’ll admit, I’ve never been one for long-term commitments. I guess I’ve always been hesitant to bring someone home when my darling little brother was waiting there for me.” The fingers around you slackened slightly as you were drawn away to meet Ava face-to-face, her eyes turning a little melancholic. “To be honest, the house has felt a little empty since he moved out. Now it’s just me, my mom and my sisters, and, just so you know, we’d all just love to welcome another little man into the household.” As she spoke, she gradually drew you forward, her lips beginning to pucker for a more sensual kiss.
The sound of a door being opened with force snapped you out of your daze, and once more each of the bridesmaids looked towards the disturbance. At this point you weren’t even surprised to see yet another woman your age with the same general body shape as the bridesmaids, this one with dyed purple hair that hung halfway down her back and swung back and forth as she marched across the room. This time even Ava looked a little perturbed at the fiery intensity in the new girl’s green eyes, her own eyes showing a hint of regret. “Err, when I gave Iris her new skirt, I may have mentioned that I had to go and meet a tiny.” The smile that followed was notably less genuine than the one she had shown you early. “Hey Iris! Do you like the skirt? Now that you’re here we can get on to the pa-”
“Where’s the little stud?” Apparently not interested in being placated, the bride-to-be spoke over her friend’s attempt to divert her attention, visibly licking her lips when her gaze alighted on your perch. More than a little disconcerted, you took a step back as the purple-haired girl made a show of adjusting the neckline of her blouse and smoothing out the lines of her skirt across her hips. Given the amount of commotion she’d raised over a skirt, you were unsurprised to find that Iris was a forceful woman, just rolling her eyes when Ava suggested that since she’d already taken her brother, she should leave this one to the rest of them. “Don’t get me wrong little man, I love little Mikey with all of my heart, and he’s going to spend the rest of his life with me no matter what. But… we’re not married yet. It’s unlucky for the bride to see the groom before the wedding you know, so for the next two weeks I’m going to be all by myself. Maybe that’s something you could help me with?”
“Er, that’s a nice offer but-” Not liking the idea of being used as some sort of boy toy for a soon to be married woman, you tried to back away, only to be stopped as Iris’s hand descended to block your path. “Oh, don’t worry little man, if you do a good enough job I won’t just abandon you. I don’t have room for another husband, but it’s hard for just one tiny to really satisfy a women like me.” Lifting you up, she cradled you to her chest, pushing you firmly against the fabric-covered orbs. “We’d have to keep it a secret from my little hubby of course, but there are plenty of places to stash a little guy like you that would be pleasurable for the both of us. If you want, I could even give you a front row seat to our wedding.” She squeezed you a little tighter after saying that, making her intentions clear.
At a lost to understand why she thought that would put you at ease, you tried again to squirm your way out of this situation, both verbally and physically, though your movements were quickly locked down by tightening fingers. “I… I wouldn’t want to interfere with your nuptials.” That just earned you a chuckle from above, and another tight squeeze against your captor’s chest. “Shush now. No need to worry about things like that little man. Your boss didn’t mention she was bringing such a cute tiny along, but as the entertainment your main job is to keep me, the bride, happy right? Don’t you think that should extend to letting me take you home as my own little goody bag?” It seemed any chance of you being treated with some form of agency was rapidly diminishing, and you could only hope that Lilyana would return soon and make it clear that you were not a product to be taken.
For what seemed the hundredth time that day, you felt fingers grabbing at you, their owner unseen among the sudden rush of movement as Iris tried to keep her grip and more hands appeared to tear you loose, any sense of agreement and decorum having apparently faded in the face of the bride’s declaration. Voices boomed out, too quick for you to fully distinguish the speakers, while at least five pairs of hands fought to claim you for themselves. “Give him back! She gave him to me!” “So what!? I saw him first!” “None of you know how to treat a tiny right!” “The hell?! Just try to find a little lover I didn’t satisfy!” “All of you shut up! This is my party! He belongs to me!” You tried to scream out in protest as bits of you were pulled in every direction, but someone closed their fingers around your face and obliviously silenced you as they squished your head between the digits. Tight grips on your arms and legs yanked at you simultaneously, your body beginning to contort and twist as the battle intensified, while the few bridesmaids who remained composed looked on with mounting concern.
“Okay! STOP!!” The room went silent as Violet roared an order, the others seemingly shocked by her sudden anger and even Iris cowed in the face of her older sister’s rage. “Didn’t we agree that we’d let him decide? Stop fighting like a bunch of animals, or god help me I’ll make sure no-one gets him!” Pushing her way into the gaggle she reached down and grabbed your torso in her own fist before tugging you free with one violent wrenching motion, left holding a squished mass of flesh and torn clothing while your limbs and neck hung limply like wet noodles. “Jeez, you guys did a number on the dude didn’t you.” She glared at them disapprovingly, and though you could only just barely see through your gradually reforming face, you were glad that at least some seemed suitably contrite.
The sudden sound of hurried footsteps granted you a momentary reprieve, as the various women turned to face the noise, and you allowed yourself to release a sigh of relief as you followed their gazes. However, where you had hoped you would see Lilyana coming to your aid after finishing the preparations, you were instead greeted by the sight of the brunette Ava quickly making her way over. The other bridesmaids collectively groaned at this arrival, and you couldn’t help but share a bit of their trepidation as hazel eyes flicked around hurriedly before fixing on you, a wide smile coming to dominate the newcomer’s lips as she slowed to a sedate pace and sashayed her way towards you.
“Well well well. I guess your boss was right when she said you were used to attention.” Ava’s gaze flicked to the others, and her smile slipped a little. “So, what exactly is going on here?” It looked like several of the women were ready to lie their way out of things, but they were cut off as Violet simply brought the other bridesmaid up to speed, shrugging at the glares from the others as if to say that it was pointless to try to lie. For her part, Ava scoffed at the information, appearing more disappointed than offended at having been left out. “Come now. You can hardly expect the little guy to make a decision without even being presented with the best option.” As if to emphasis her point she pushed her way between Lucia and Keeya, bumping them out of the road with her luscious chest and rear.
All of these girls had bodies to die for, but you had to admit that Ava was on a whole different level. Smooth creamy skin seemingly devoid of blemishes. A fit, supple body with all the right curves and divots. Long silky brunette hair with wavy curls. Deep hazel eyes that a man could drown in, and which were currently in the process of drinking you in. You were so busy admiring the view, that you didn’t even see her hand until you were already airborne and being dropped to her cleavage below. The sleek black dress she wore held her breasts so tightly that you bounced on impact, laying there in a daze before fingers descended to push you into the chasm below, burying you up to your neck.
“Wa-wait, I-mph!” You attempted to protest but were cut off as Ava placed a single finger to your face and made a gentle shushing sound, proceeding to stroke your head thereafter as you leaned back as best you could to look up at her smiling face, having no choice but to grab handfuls of the soft flesh to either side of you just to stay afloat. For her part, the brunette looked down at you with sympathetic eyes, continuing to stroke you gently. “Shhh. Don’t be afraid little guy. I’m an expert at carrying little ones around like this. I’ll have you know that was my brother Mikey’s favourite seat before he went and fell in love with Iris and decided to find some new accommodation.” The corner of her mouth shifted slightly, turning her smile to a lascivious smirk. “Although, while my brother stopped there, you’ll find that my boyfriends get to see much more of me, both inside and out.”
Plucking you free, she brought you to her lips, placing a gentle peck on your face before nuzzling you to her warm cheek, unintentionally smothering out any words you might have spoken. “I’ll admit, I’ve never been one for long-term commitments. I guess I’ve always been hesitant to bring someone home when my darling little brother was waiting there for me.” The fingers around you slackened slightly as you were drawn away to meet Ava face-to-face, her eyes turning a little melancholic. “To be honest, the house has felt a little empty since he moved out. Now it’s just me, my mom and my sisters, and, just so you know, we’d all just love to welcome another little man into the household.” As she spoke, she gradually drew you forward, her lips beginning to pucker for a more sensual kiss.
The sound of a door being opened with force snapped you out of your daze, and once more each of the bridesmaids looked towards the disturbance. At this point you weren’t even surprised to see yet another woman your age with the same general body shape as the bridesmaids, this one with dyed purple hair that hung halfway down her back and swung back and forth as she marched across the room. This time even Ava looked a little perturbed at the fiery intensity in the new girl’s green eyes, her own eyes showing a hint of regret. “Err, when I gave Iris her new skirt, I may have mentioned that I had to go and meet a tiny.” The smile that followed was notably less genuine than the one she had shown you early. “Hey Iris! Do you like the skirt? Now that you’re here we can get on to the pa-”
“Where’s the little stud?” Apparently not interested in being placated, the bride-to-be spoke over her friend’s attempt to divert her attention, visibly licking her lips when her gaze alighted on your perch. More than a little disconcerted, you took a step back as the purple-haired girl made a show of adjusting the neckline of her blouse and smoothing out the lines of her skirt across her hips. Given the amount of commotion she’d raised over a skirt, you were unsurprised to find that Iris was a forceful woman, just rolling her eyes when Ava suggested that since she’d already taken her brother, she should leave this one to the rest of them. “Don’t get me wrong little man, I love little Mikey with all of my heart, and he’s going to spend the rest of his life with me no matter what. But… we’re not married yet. It’s unlucky for the bride to see the groom before the wedding you know, so for the next two weeks I’m going to be all by myself. Maybe that’s something you could help me with?”
“Er, that’s a nice offer but-” Not liking the idea of being used as some sort of boy toy for a soon to be married woman, you tried to back away, only to be stopped as Iris’s hand descended to block your path. “Oh, don’t worry little man, if you do a good enough job I won’t just abandon you. I don’t have room for another husband, but it’s hard for just one tiny to really satisfy a women like me.” Lifting you up, she cradled you to her chest, pushing you firmly against the fabric-covered orbs. “We’d have to keep it a secret from my little hubby of course, but there are plenty of places to stash a little guy like you that would be pleasurable for the both of us. If you want, I could even give you a front row seat to our wedding.” She squeezed you a little tighter after saying that, making her intentions clear.
At a lost to understand why she thought that would put you at ease, you tried again to squirm your way out of this situation, both verbally and physically, though your movements were quickly locked down by tightening fingers. “I… I wouldn’t want to interfere with your nuptials.” That just earned you a chuckle from above, and another tight squeeze against your captor’s chest. “Shush now. No need to worry about things like that little man. Your boss didn’t mention she was bringing such a cute tiny along, but as the entertainment your main job is to keep me, the bride, happy right? Don’t you think that should extend to letting me take you home as my own little goody bag?” It seemed any chance of you being treated with some form of agency was rapidly diminishing, and you could only hope that Lilyana would return soon and make it clear that you were not a product to be taken.
For what seemed the hundredth time that day, you felt fingers grabbing at you, their owner unseen among the sudden rush of movement as Iris tried to keep her grip and more hands appeared to tear you loose, any sense of agreement and decorum having apparently faded in the face of the bride’s declaration. Voices boomed out, too quick for you to fully distinguish the speakers, while at least five pairs of hands fought to claim you for themselves. “Give him back! She gave him to me!” “So what!? I saw him first!” “None of you know how to treat a tiny right!” “The hell?! Just try to find a little lover I didn’t satisfy!” “All of you shut up! This is my party! He belongs to me!” You tried to scream out in protest as bits of you were pulled in every direction, but someone closed their fingers around your face and obliviously silenced you as they squished your head between the digits. Tight grips on your arms and legs yanked at you simultaneously, your body beginning to contort and twist as the battle intensified, while the few bridesmaids who remained composed looked on with mounting concern.
“Okay! STOP!!” The room went silent as Violet roared an order, the others seemingly shocked by her sudden anger and even Iris cowed in the face of her older sister’s rage. “Didn’t we agree that we’d let him decide? Stop fighting like a bunch of animals, or god help me I’ll make sure no-one gets him!” Pushing her way into the gaggle she reached down and grabbed your torso in her own fist before tugging you free with one violent wrenching motion, left holding a squished mass of flesh and torn clothing while your limbs and neck hung limply like wet noodles. “Jeez, you guys did a number on the dude didn’t you.” She glared at them disapprovingly, and though you could only just barely see through your gradually reforming face, you were glad that at least some seemed suitably contrite.
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