An Heiress's Arrogance
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 8
by
Bobob1
(Originally written by Hectic)
From your slightly folded up position in your mother’s bag, you could only listen to the carefree attitude of this woman that Helen referred to as an heiress earlier that day. From the sound of the conversation, she must have ordered a few tropical drinks for herself and your mother, clearly not intent on taking a break from her lavish lifestyle for even a second. It sounded quite nice to be honest. Enjoying a relaxing day in the sun, drinking drinks, just enjoying a day as a normal person was tragically something that didn’t come often to tiny guys like you. Instead, all thanks to the vendetta your sister held against you, you had to spend the entire previous day wedged between your own mom’s ass cheeks, getting battered and sweat-soaked as more time went on. Even the break you were receiving now wasn’t really a break, you were still immobilized and trapped in the dark of Helen’s purse. Your only solace was knowing that your mom was a fair woman at the end of the day, and Tracy would get her punishment as well when the two of you returned from this trip. Of course, Tracy’s punishment would end up being something infuriatingly normal, such as getting grounded, but at least it was something. Suddenly you were awoken from your daydream as the slightly nasally and haughty voice of the presumed heiress rung out once more.
“Hey Helen, you got any gum in here? That drink had kind of a funky aftertaste.” Danielle said before opening up your mom’s purse without even waiting for a response. She really was a spoiled brat after all. Immediately light flooded into your eyes, blinding you briefly as you adjusted your vision from the dark. What you couldn’t see was Danielle’s eyes lighting up as she reached in with one exquisitely manicured finger and lifted you up into the air by one of the “straps” that consisted of two of your limbs tied together. “Helen! You dirty girl, what do we have here? Let me guess, an intern got a little cheeky with you so you’re letting him get some of your cheeks in return!?”
Your eyes finally adjusted to the light and you saw the radiant beauty of this woman holding you up in the air like no more than an object. Her looks seemed perfectly crafted, without a doubt a mixture of unmatched genetics as well as some likely expensive procedures. Either way, she was stunning, but the type of stunning that struck fear into your heart.
“Oh… uhh, yeah you got it, an intern. But I’m only keeping him like that for the day. It’s mostly a threat, I didn’t plan on actually wearing him. Just teaching him a bit of a lesson.” Helen responded. She went along with the heiress’s assumption, preferring that excuse over having to explain the complicated situation with her own son.
A gleam of mischief flashed through Danielle’s eyes as she clearly came up with a plan. With the hand that wasn’t currently holding you she reached down and deftly hooked one sharpened, manicured nail into her tan swimsuit bottom, tearing it along the seam! “Oh no, Helen! It seems like something has happened to my swimsuit bottom! Oh if someone catches a picture of me naked in public that would certainly be a blow to my image… or moreso a blow to any companies trying to sponsor me, wouldn’t it?”
Your mother’s expression looked panicked immediately. While you almost never saw her look this flustered, when it came to her job she refused to let a single thing go wrong if she had anything to say about it. Briefly, her eyes locked on with yours, giving you a look of sympathy, as despite her calculated dishing out of punishment, she still was your mother at the end of the day. But her desire to land this sponsorship unfortunately won out over your wellbeing.
“Well then it’s your lucky day, Danielle, slide the guy on, he deserves it anyway.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” The heiress grinned, simply tearing the rest of her clearly expensive but now ruined bikini bottom away before roughly shimmying you up her thick thighs without even standing up from the lounge chair she was on. You cried as you felt your skin rub against this overly tanned goddess’s smooth, oiled flesh. But after a moment this sensation was replaced by a much more familiar one, your torso rocketing up between a woman’s ass cheeks. With a grunt Danielle slung you up into her crack, your arms tied around her hips and your legs squished just wide enough to cover her frontside. You were comically small, just as you were on your mother mere hours ago, and your relatively pale skin stuck out as an off white on this bronzed goddess.
“See this is why I like you Helen. We don’t hate tiny guys or anything, but we understand as two strong, beautiful women that if a tiny can make our lives easier then why shouldn’t we be allowed to use them to do so?” Danielle said, while simultaneously signaling to the nearest poolside waitress that she was ready for another drink. Helen nervously looked down at the heiress’s lower body, torn between empathy for her son and concern for possibly angering such a high profile client.
You, meanwhile, couldn’t believe what your mother just did. Not only did she lie about who you were, but she knowingly allowed you to be worn by this stranger. You thought you were at least going to get a brief respite from being ass floss for a curvaceous woman, but it seemed like once again fate had other plans. Danielle flexed her cheeks unknowingly, absolutely devastating your body with an unconscious action and you mentally groaned. Unfortunately, you knew that your mom would likely go to the ends of the earth to keep a client happy, so your hope for the future was slim to none.
What does Helen decide to do?
1) Come clean and tell Danielle that the thong is actually you, asking her to take you off and get a new one. Danielle begrudgingly accepts but only on the terms that you come be one of the 10 tiny guys to star with her in her game show! Which unfortunately Helen agrees to…
2) Come clean and tell Danielle, but Danielle simply refuses.
3) Keep quiet about you and casually try to prevent too much torture.
From your slightly folded up position in your mother’s bag, you could only listen to the carefree attitude of this woman that Helen referred to as an heiress earlier that day. From the sound of the conversation, she must have ordered a few tropical drinks for herself and your mother, clearly not intent on taking a break from her lavish lifestyle for even a second. It sounded quite nice to be honest. Enjoying a relaxing day in the sun, drinking drinks, just enjoying a day as a normal person was tragically something that didn’t come often to tiny guys like you. Instead, all thanks to the vendetta your sister held against you, you had to spend the entire previous day wedged between your own mom’s ass cheeks, getting battered and sweat-soaked as more time went on. Even the break you were receiving now wasn’t really a break, you were still immobilized and trapped in the dark of Helen’s purse. Your only solace was knowing that your mom was a fair woman at the end of the day, and Tracy would get her punishment as well when the two of you returned from this trip. Of course, Tracy’s punishment would end up being something infuriatingly normal, such as getting grounded, but at least it was something. Suddenly you were awoken from your daydream as the slightly nasally and haughty voice of the presumed heiress rung out once more.
“Hey Helen, you got any gum in here? That drink had kind of a funky aftertaste.” Danielle said before opening up your mom’s purse without even waiting for a response. She really was a spoiled brat after all. Immediately light flooded into your eyes, blinding you briefly as you adjusted your vision from the dark. What you couldn’t see was Danielle’s eyes lighting up as she reached in with one exquisitely manicured finger and lifted you up into the air by one of the “straps” that consisted of two of your limbs tied together. “Helen! You dirty girl, what do we have here? Let me guess, an intern got a little cheeky with you so you’re letting him get some of your cheeks in return!?”
Your eyes finally adjusted to the light and you saw the radiant beauty of this woman holding you up in the air like no more than an object. Her looks seemed perfectly crafted, without a doubt a mixture of unmatched genetics as well as some likely expensive procedures. Either way, she was stunning, but the type of stunning that struck fear into your heart.
“Oh… uhh, yeah you got it, an intern. But I’m only keeping him like that for the day. It’s mostly a threat, I didn’t plan on actually wearing him. Just teaching him a bit of a lesson.” Helen responded. She went along with the heiress’s assumption, preferring that excuse over having to explain the complicated situation with her own son.
A gleam of mischief flashed through Danielle’s eyes as she clearly came up with a plan. With the hand that wasn’t currently holding you she reached down and deftly hooked one sharpened, manicured nail into her tan swimsuit bottom, tearing it along the seam! “Oh no, Helen! It seems like something has happened to my swimsuit bottom! Oh if someone catches a picture of me naked in public that would certainly be a blow to my image… or moreso a blow to any companies trying to sponsor me, wouldn’t it?”
Your mother’s expression looked panicked immediately. While you almost never saw her look this flustered, when it came to her job she refused to let a single thing go wrong if she had anything to say about it. Briefly, her eyes locked on with yours, giving you a look of sympathy, as despite her calculated dishing out of punishment, she still was your mother at the end of the day. But her desire to land this sponsorship unfortunately won out over your wellbeing.
“Well then it’s your lucky day, Danielle, slide the guy on, he deserves it anyway.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” The heiress grinned, simply tearing the rest of her clearly expensive but now ruined bikini bottom away before roughly shimmying you up her thick thighs without even standing up from the lounge chair she was on. You cried as you felt your skin rub against this overly tanned goddess’s smooth, oiled flesh. But after a moment this sensation was replaced by a much more familiar one, your torso rocketing up between a woman’s ass cheeks. With a grunt Danielle slung you up into her crack, your arms tied around her hips and your legs squished just wide enough to cover her frontside. You were comically small, just as you were on your mother mere hours ago, and your relatively pale skin stuck out as an off white on this bronzed goddess.
“See this is why I like you Helen. We don’t hate tiny guys or anything, but we understand as two strong, beautiful women that if a tiny can make our lives easier then why shouldn’t we be allowed to use them to do so?” Danielle said, while simultaneously signaling to the nearest poolside waitress that she was ready for another drink. Helen nervously looked down at the heiress’s lower body, torn between empathy for her son and concern for possibly angering such a high profile client.
You, meanwhile, couldn’t believe what your mother just did. Not only did she lie about who you were, but she knowingly allowed you to be worn by this stranger. You thought you were at least going to get a brief respite from being ass floss for a curvaceous woman, but it seemed like once again fate had other plans. Danielle flexed her cheeks unknowingly, absolutely devastating your body with an unconscious action and you mentally groaned. Unfortunately, you knew that your mom would likely go to the ends of the earth to keep a client happy, so your hope for the future was slim to none.
What does Helen decide to do?
1) Come clean and tell Danielle that the thong is actually you, asking her to take you off and get a new one. Danielle begrudgingly accepts but only on the terms that you come be one of the 10 tiny guys to star with her in her game show! Which unfortunately Helen agrees to…
2) Come clean and tell Danielle, but Danielle simply refuses.
3) Keep quiet about you and casually try to prevent too much torture.
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April 23, 2025
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