Drunken Debauchery
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 7
by
Bobob1
(Originally written by Hectic)
Avery tilted her glass upside down as she took down the drink in one go. Savoring the sweet flavor of the cocktail, she took an extra beat before lowering the glass from her face. When she did she saw the familiar faces of Morgan and Quinn!
“Heyyy guys! This place is awesome, right!?” Avery exclaimed, throwing an arm around the neck of both her sister and her new friend. “I love the music and lights, it’s sooooo much fun in here! I wish Hunter could be with us though it would be so cute to dance with the little guy! But a place like this probably wouldn’t be safe for him.” Avery drunkenly lamented not having you with her, having completely forgotten that you were practically vacuumed between her ass cheeks at that very moment.
Morgan grimaced upon hearing Avery speak. She could tell that her sister wasn’t quite trashed enough to be slurring her speech, but clearly Avery was fairly intoxicated based on how loudly she was talking and how much she was leaning on both Quinn and herself. Knowing that a lecture about trying to remain somewhat sober was futile at this point, Morgan simply chuckled at her sister’s chaotic nature before speaking.
“Avery, we’ve been trying to find you to tell you that Hunter could have come with us! This is a mixed club designed specially for both tinies and regular sized girls!” Morgan said and Avery opened her mouth wide.
“Ohhhh shit, really!? I haven’t been paying any attention!” Avery said while lifting her left pump and turning her foot so she could see the sole. Avery was a carefree girl without a doubt, but she still felt remorse as she expected to see the squished bodies of a number of tiny guys underneath her shoe. To her surprise she didn’t see a single one! And as she shifted her weight, now leaning onto Quinn to check the sole of her other shoe, Morgan spoke again.
“No, you airhead, they aren’t just walking around on the ground. In what world would they just force the little dudes to dance around the feet of clueless drunk girls like you, huh?” Morgan poked fun at her twin. “They have elevated dance floors that sit a few feet off of the ground and these cool tubes that the guys can walk through to get in between them! They’re kind of like hamster tubes… not that I’m saying men are like pets or anything! That’s just what the tubes reminded me of…”
Avery took no notice of her sister putting her foot in her mouth at the end, being far too enthralled by the stuff she said before. She finally unlatched her arms from Quinn and Morgan, standing up on her own two feet before scanning the room. She looked closer at what she previously thought were little waist height bar tables, and saw tons of guys dancing on them! Thinking back for a second she definitely remembered dropping off an empty glass of hers on one of those “tables” earlier and hoped that not too many guys were hurt.
“If you ask me I think jumping through all these hoops for tiny guys is kind of lame.” Quinn piped up, slightly more emphatically than she normally talked. Both Morgan and Avery turned to look at the typically apathetic girl as she actually seemed to take a stand on something. “It’s a tough world for guys nowadays, and don’t get me wrong I wouldn’t wish for anything bad to happen to them, but if they get used to getting special treatment like this” she said while gesturing towards the elevated dance floors, “then they might not be tough enough to stay safe when have to actually fend for themselves.”
Morgan looked understandingly at her new roommate. Quinn seemed standoffish at first glance, but she could tell that behind that exterior was a caring person at the end of the day. Even if her direct interactions with tiny guys seemed a bit cold and unhelpful at times, they seemed to come from a good place.
Avery on the other hand, had completely zoned out half way through Quinn’s dialogue. Her eyes were locked firmly on the closest table of guys, sparkling with anticipation about the fun she could have with them. If she was flirtatious when she was sober, she basically turned into a wrecking ball of flaunted sexuality when she was drunk. “I’m gonna go take a closer look!” She exclaimed before skipping off in the direction of the guys. Avery bumped into a number of girls on her way, hardly realizing how clumsily she was moving. Luckily for her nobody took issue with her jostled movements, assuming (correctly) that she was too drunk to know any better.
Your reality, meanwhile, was pretty much the same as it had been since the moment that Avery slid your incredibly stretched out body between her jiggly cheeks. The only unfortunate way you could tell the passage of time was by the ever increasing amount of sweat cascading down her crack and being easily soaked up by you. You could only hear the thumping bass line of the night club’s music, or more specifically feel it as it reverberated through Avery’s soft flesh around you. At this point you wished that you could just detach your arms from your legs and come apart just to escape this situation, but the strong knots that connected your limbs as well as the pressure of her cheeks being smashed together by her tight skirt prevented any sort of agency on your part.
Even considering this possibility made you feel a twinge of guilt, however, knowing that you would feel bad leaving Avery commando when she specifically needed underwear. Catching yourself thinking this, you mentally slapped yourself back to reality. By no means did you want to act as her underwear, but your naturally empathetic and caring nature quite often led you to being forced into situations such as these. Sometimes you wished you could just put your foot down and stand up for yourself, but as a single step taken by Avery mashed your entire body between her cheeks, you reconsidered acting so bold when you had so little power due to your stature.
Unbeknownst to you, that step that Avery took was the first step in a beeline straight towards the nearest elevated platform for tiny guys. She walked away from Quinn and Morgan without a word, leaving Morgan rolling her eyes at how airheaded her twin could be. Morgan was torn between looking after her clearly hammered sister and hanging out with her new friend, ultimately deciding to stay with Quinn and watch over Avery from afar. Unfortunately, leaving this ditzy bombshell unsupervised was quite the risky choice, as after a moment Avery reached the platform of guys and bent over to get a closer look.
“Heyyyy guys, you’ve got quite a nice view from down there huh?” Avery said flirtatiously. “You guys won’t mind if I dance around you, right?” she concluded before standing back up to her full height. The height of the table left the “dance floor” sitting right below the cheeks of Avery’s moderately tall 5’8” frame. As she turned around there wasn’t a single guy who could take his eyes off of the large beauty. Half of them out of attraction to the bubbly goddess, and half out of pure fear upon seeing her round buttocks, having slowly but surely been sliding out of the bottom of her too-small pink miniskirt over the course of the night. She backed up a step more, the backs of her thick thighs now touching the edge of the platform as her bubble butt blocked out half of the light from the ceiling. Without realizing it, even the slightest amount of weight that Avery’s drunken body was putting on the platform had crushed the makeshift railing that ran along the edge, and sent a few guys jumping towards the center for safety.
Quinn on the other hand was slowly sipping her drink while observing the rest of the night club. She didn’t outwardly show it, but she honestly was having fun. As she scanned the club, she slowly took a few steps to the side and found what she assumed to be a railing to rest on behind her. Lifting her butt slightly she leaned most of her weight onto the it, she relaxed and continued to sip her drink.
Underneath the comically curvaceous girl, tiny guys were running to each end in absolute fear as their passage tube threatened to collapse at any moment. Two planet sized ass cheeks clad in skin tight black denim caved the top half of the tube inward, threatening to shatter the entire structure without anyone (normal-sized, that is) even noticing a thing.
Morgan, unfortunately, noticed both conundrums at the same time. First seeing her twin sister clumsily shaking her ass above a mob of tiny at-risk guys sent her into crisis aversion mode. But as she looked back towards Quinn to ask for help in dealing with Avery, she noticed as well the bent passageway that Quinn’s massive ass was threatening to utterly demolish.
For you, you were once more cast into a jiggly hell. Avery’s sloppy dance moves were shaking her ass more and more, causing her skirt to ride up until essentially her entire bare butt was visible for all to see. The guys beneath her demonstrated a combined feeling of attraction and utter terror, something you were quite familiar with, knowing that one clumsy movement could lead to the crushing of dozens of them. Meanwhile, those near Quinn were in equally dire circumstances. Some tried to funnel into the tube off of the platform, but they could see the titanic body of Quinn causing their only escape path to crumble.
The one and only silver lining to this hellish situation was that with Avery’s whole ass on display for the world, people could clearly see the minuscule tan thong that was struggling to contain the woman’s fantastic curves. Since the approval of Baker’s law and increased usage of guys like you as articles of clothing, tiny men often felt a brotherly obligation to pay attention to the clothing that regular sized women were wearing just in case someone was being used against their will. More often than not the other tiny dude couldn’t do a thing about it, but at the very least they could alert someone with more authority to do so. You could only pray that this would happen to you.
Avery tilted her glass upside down as she took down the drink in one go. Savoring the sweet flavor of the cocktail, she took an extra beat before lowering the glass from her face. When she did she saw the familiar faces of Morgan and Quinn!
“Heyyy guys! This place is awesome, right!?” Avery exclaimed, throwing an arm around the neck of both her sister and her new friend. “I love the music and lights, it’s sooooo much fun in here! I wish Hunter could be with us though it would be so cute to dance with the little guy! But a place like this probably wouldn’t be safe for him.” Avery drunkenly lamented not having you with her, having completely forgotten that you were practically vacuumed between her ass cheeks at that very moment.
Morgan grimaced upon hearing Avery speak. She could tell that her sister wasn’t quite trashed enough to be slurring her speech, but clearly Avery was fairly intoxicated based on how loudly she was talking and how much she was leaning on both Quinn and herself. Knowing that a lecture about trying to remain somewhat sober was futile at this point, Morgan simply chuckled at her sister’s chaotic nature before speaking.
“Avery, we’ve been trying to find you to tell you that Hunter could have come with us! This is a mixed club designed specially for both tinies and regular sized girls!” Morgan said and Avery opened her mouth wide.
“Ohhhh shit, really!? I haven’t been paying any attention!” Avery said while lifting her left pump and turning her foot so she could see the sole. Avery was a carefree girl without a doubt, but she still felt remorse as she expected to see the squished bodies of a number of tiny guys underneath her shoe. To her surprise she didn’t see a single one! And as she shifted her weight, now leaning onto Quinn to check the sole of her other shoe, Morgan spoke again.
“No, you airhead, they aren’t just walking around on the ground. In what world would they just force the little dudes to dance around the feet of clueless drunk girls like you, huh?” Morgan poked fun at her twin. “They have elevated dance floors that sit a few feet off of the ground and these cool tubes that the guys can walk through to get in between them! They’re kind of like hamster tubes… not that I’m saying men are like pets or anything! That’s just what the tubes reminded me of…”
Avery took no notice of her sister putting her foot in her mouth at the end, being far too enthralled by the stuff she said before. She finally unlatched her arms from Quinn and Morgan, standing up on her own two feet before scanning the room. She looked closer at what she previously thought were little waist height bar tables, and saw tons of guys dancing on them! Thinking back for a second she definitely remembered dropping off an empty glass of hers on one of those “tables” earlier and hoped that not too many guys were hurt.
“If you ask me I think jumping through all these hoops for tiny guys is kind of lame.” Quinn piped up, slightly more emphatically than she normally talked. Both Morgan and Avery turned to look at the typically apathetic girl as she actually seemed to take a stand on something. “It’s a tough world for guys nowadays, and don’t get me wrong I wouldn’t wish for anything bad to happen to them, but if they get used to getting special treatment like this” she said while gesturing towards the elevated dance floors, “then they might not be tough enough to stay safe when have to actually fend for themselves.”
Morgan looked understandingly at her new roommate. Quinn seemed standoffish at first glance, but she could tell that behind that exterior was a caring person at the end of the day. Even if her direct interactions with tiny guys seemed a bit cold and unhelpful at times, they seemed to come from a good place.
Avery on the other hand, had completely zoned out half way through Quinn’s dialogue. Her eyes were locked firmly on the closest table of guys, sparkling with anticipation about the fun she could have with them. If she was flirtatious when she was sober, she basically turned into a wrecking ball of flaunted sexuality when she was drunk. “I’m gonna go take a closer look!” She exclaimed before skipping off in the direction of the guys. Avery bumped into a number of girls on her way, hardly realizing how clumsily she was moving. Luckily for her nobody took issue with her jostled movements, assuming (correctly) that she was too drunk to know any better.
Your reality, meanwhile, was pretty much the same as it had been since the moment that Avery slid your incredibly stretched out body between her jiggly cheeks. The only unfortunate way you could tell the passage of time was by the ever increasing amount of sweat cascading down her crack and being easily soaked up by you. You could only hear the thumping bass line of the night club’s music, or more specifically feel it as it reverberated through Avery’s soft flesh around you. At this point you wished that you could just detach your arms from your legs and come apart just to escape this situation, but the strong knots that connected your limbs as well as the pressure of her cheeks being smashed together by her tight skirt prevented any sort of agency on your part.
Even considering this possibility made you feel a twinge of guilt, however, knowing that you would feel bad leaving Avery commando when she specifically needed underwear. Catching yourself thinking this, you mentally slapped yourself back to reality. By no means did you want to act as her underwear, but your naturally empathetic and caring nature quite often led you to being forced into situations such as these. Sometimes you wished you could just put your foot down and stand up for yourself, but as a single step taken by Avery mashed your entire body between her cheeks, you reconsidered acting so bold when you had so little power due to your stature.
Unbeknownst to you, that step that Avery took was the first step in a beeline straight towards the nearest elevated platform for tiny guys. She walked away from Quinn and Morgan without a word, leaving Morgan rolling her eyes at how airheaded her twin could be. Morgan was torn between looking after her clearly hammered sister and hanging out with her new friend, ultimately deciding to stay with Quinn and watch over Avery from afar. Unfortunately, leaving this ditzy bombshell unsupervised was quite the risky choice, as after a moment Avery reached the platform of guys and bent over to get a closer look.
“Heyyyy guys, you’ve got quite a nice view from down there huh?” Avery said flirtatiously. “You guys won’t mind if I dance around you, right?” she concluded before standing back up to her full height. The height of the table left the “dance floor” sitting right below the cheeks of Avery’s moderately tall 5’8” frame. As she turned around there wasn’t a single guy who could take his eyes off of the large beauty. Half of them out of attraction to the bubbly goddess, and half out of pure fear upon seeing her round buttocks, having slowly but surely been sliding out of the bottom of her too-small pink miniskirt over the course of the night. She backed up a step more, the backs of her thick thighs now touching the edge of the platform as her bubble butt blocked out half of the light from the ceiling. Without realizing it, even the slightest amount of weight that Avery’s drunken body was putting on the platform had crushed the makeshift railing that ran along the edge, and sent a few guys jumping towards the center for safety.
Quinn on the other hand was slowly sipping her drink while observing the rest of the night club. She didn’t outwardly show it, but she honestly was having fun. As she scanned the club, she slowly took a few steps to the side and found what she assumed to be a railing to rest on behind her. Lifting her butt slightly she leaned most of her weight onto the it, she relaxed and continued to sip her drink.
Underneath the comically curvaceous girl, tiny guys were running to each end in absolute fear as their passage tube threatened to collapse at any moment. Two planet sized ass cheeks clad in skin tight black denim caved the top half of the tube inward, threatening to shatter the entire structure without anyone (normal-sized, that is) even noticing a thing.
Morgan, unfortunately, noticed both conundrums at the same time. First seeing her twin sister clumsily shaking her ass above a mob of tiny at-risk guys sent her into crisis aversion mode. But as she looked back towards Quinn to ask for help in dealing with Avery, she noticed as well the bent passageway that Quinn’s massive ass was threatening to utterly demolish.
For you, you were once more cast into a jiggly hell. Avery’s sloppy dance moves were shaking her ass more and more, causing her skirt to ride up until essentially her entire bare butt was visible for all to see. The guys beneath her demonstrated a combined feeling of attraction and utter terror, something you were quite familiar with, knowing that one clumsy movement could lead to the crushing of dozens of them. Meanwhile, those near Quinn were in equally dire circumstances. Some tried to funnel into the tube off of the platform, but they could see the titanic body of Quinn causing their only escape path to crumble.
The one and only silver lining to this hellish situation was that with Avery’s whole ass on display for the world, people could clearly see the minuscule tan thong that was struggling to contain the woman’s fantastic curves. Since the approval of Baker’s law and increased usage of guys like you as articles of clothing, tiny men often felt a brotherly obligation to pay attention to the clothing that regular sized women were wearing just in case someone was being used against their will. More often than not the other tiny dude couldn’t do a thing about it, but at the very least they could alert someone with more authority to do so. You could only pray that this would happen to you.
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April 23, 2025
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