Hunter Woods: Reality TV Star
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 9
by
Bobob1
(Chapter originally written by Alistair)
Realising exactly what she had just done, your mother looked to the spoiled brat laying out on the sun lounger next to her, causally sipping on a tropical cocktail acting as if she wasn’t currently wearing a human being around her waist. Her motherly instincts had kicked in the instant Danielle had slipped you on and were now telling her that she needed to save her child from this arrogant woman.
“Uh... Mrs Abernant,” your mother stammered, unsure how exactly to let her know that the person she was wearing was actually her sixteen year old son.
“Hmmm?” The twenty one year old heiress glanced to your mother curiously, not removing her lips from the straw in her mouth.
“Could... could you please give me him back. He’s not an intern... he’s my son...”
A long silence dropped over the two women, before it was suddenly broken as Danielle burst out laughing.
“Oh. My. God. Why is your son shaped into a pair of panties and why was he in your bag?” Danielle was instantly hanging on your mother’s every word, all the while wiggling her hips back and forth, grinding you further into her ass.
Grimacing at the girls obviously intentional rough treatment of you, your mother explained the whole situation, from Tracy’s mean spirited prank, to her discovering you and finally her decision to keep you close by. The whole time she was telling the story Danielle was snickering at the prospect of you being forced to be worn as underwear because of your sisters prank, finding the whole situation incredibly funny.
“So could you please get another swimsuit and let Hunter go please?” Your mom half asked politely, and half begged the young woman. Danielle knew that Helen wouldn’t want to risk their sponsorship deal, and intended to use that to have some fun with you.
“Weeellll... I suppose I could, but it would mean that one of the nice workers here would have to go allllll the way back to my room and retrieve it, and I’d have to wait soooo long for it,” the bratty woman grinned at your mother, really emphasising how much taking you off would inconvenience her, when in reality it would be one of the hotel staff that it would really inconvenience. “But, since I like ya so much, I’ll make you a deal Helen. I’ll get another swimsuit and give you back your son, if you do me one teensy favour.”
“Ok... what’s the favour Mrs Abernant?” Your mother had a growing feeling of dread, knowing that the heiresses request would probably involve you in some way.
“Wellll... I do need some tiny guys to feature on my show...” she flashed your mom a sly grin. “Your son sounds like just the kind of guy I’m looking for. So here’s the deal, I’ll give you him back and we can continue our sponsorship deal if you enter your son on my show, otherwise I’ll be wearing him the rest of the day and the deals off.”
Your mom couldn’t believe how the younger woman seemed to just change business deals on a whim, clearly being used to doing so in all other aspects of her life. Torn between wanting to save you in this moment and also not wanting to disappoint her bosses by allowing this deal to fall through, your mother grimaced at what she was about to agree to.
“...O-Ok, you can have Hunter on your show, now please just give him back to me,” Helen knew you wouldn’t be happy about this, but she hoped she’d be able to buy you a present or something and you’d forgive her.
“Yaayyy!” The beautiful blonde bounced in excitement, clapping her hands together. She unintentionally smeared you further between her expansive cheeks as she did so, and you groaned internally. You had no idea what had just transpired, but you would definitely find out soon.
Danielle snapped her fingers at one of the tired looking waitresses, who put on her best happy face and rushed over to their highest profile guest.
“Go up to my room and find me a replacement tan bikini bottom, and be quick about it,” as soon as the words left her mouth she was no longer looking at the waitress and her attention was focused back on your mother.
“I’m soooo excited to do this show, it’ll be so fun having ten little guys all to myself,” she smiled playfully, glancing at your poor, stretched out form around her hips. “I can’t wait to see what sort of fun I can have with all of them!”
While the waitress was gone, Helen and Danielle worked out the details of their sponsorship contract, and before long their business was concluded.
The waitress returned with a tan bikini very similar in appearance to you. Danielle quickly took you off and handed you back to your mother.
“See you in a few months little guy! I can’t wait!”
You were confused, since you hadn’t heard any of the conversation when you were being smothered by the spoiled woman’s ass cheeks. Glancing to your mother, she looked down at you with a guilty expression which worried you greatly. You were deposited back in Helen’s bag, before the two women said goodbye and Helen went off to finalise the contracts that Danielle had just signed.
(FLASHBACK END)
“...So yeah, that’s how I ended up on a reality TV show with one of the richest women in the country,” you laughed to yourself, still not quite believing the ridiculousness of that situation yourself. “It didn’t actually start till the next summer, so I was a year older when I was on the show.”
“That’s insane!” Quinn looked genuinely shocked, her expression a far cry from the normally neutral one she wore. “I cannot believe you actually know Danielle Abernant.”
Taking a moment to verify you were telling the truth, Quinn pulled out her phone and, after a quick search on the internet, confirmed that you were indeed on a reality TV show with Danielle Abernant.
“Yeah I can barely believe it myself, even now. That’s not to say that the show itself wasn’t embarrassing and sometimes awful to be on.”
“Oh really? Why, what was it like?” Quinn was enraptured by this story, and clearly wanted to hear more.
“Well, the show was called “House Share With An Heiress”, imaginative isn’t it,” you rolled your eyes, which got a small smirk from Quinn. “It was pretty simple really, we were locked in a nice house with Danielle, and after the month, whoever she liked best won a free two week vacation with her to a five star hotel.”
“I can imagine a whole month with that brat wasn’t exactly a fun time, I can’t stand her when I see her on TV,” Quinn stated matter of factly.
“Yeah there were some unpleasant times in there, and not all of them were caused by her, a lot of the other tiny guys were desperate to win that vacation with her, and they were pretty cutthroat about getting it,” you grimaced at the memories. “Stuff like shoving each other into Danielle’s path so they’d get squished by her, since she couldn’t get to know you if you were smeared to the bottom of her foot or stuck to her ass or something like that.”
“Man that sounds rough,” Quinn shot you a look of sympathy.
“So what do you want to hear about? I’ve got a lot of stories from the month I spent in that house.”
1) Quinn wants to hear about an experience with Danielle, and how you got along with her.
2) Quinn is curious about these cutthroat tinies that you talked about, and wants to hear about an incident involving one of them.
3) Something interrupts you, you have to cut the storytelling short.
Realising exactly what she had just done, your mother looked to the spoiled brat laying out on the sun lounger next to her, causally sipping on a tropical cocktail acting as if she wasn’t currently wearing a human being around her waist. Her motherly instincts had kicked in the instant Danielle had slipped you on and were now telling her that she needed to save her child from this arrogant woman.
“Uh... Mrs Abernant,” your mother stammered, unsure how exactly to let her know that the person she was wearing was actually her sixteen year old son.
“Hmmm?” The twenty one year old heiress glanced to your mother curiously, not removing her lips from the straw in her mouth.
“Could... could you please give me him back. He’s not an intern... he’s my son...”
A long silence dropped over the two women, before it was suddenly broken as Danielle burst out laughing.
“Oh. My. God. Why is your son shaped into a pair of panties and why was he in your bag?” Danielle was instantly hanging on your mother’s every word, all the while wiggling her hips back and forth, grinding you further into her ass.
Grimacing at the girls obviously intentional rough treatment of you, your mother explained the whole situation, from Tracy’s mean spirited prank, to her discovering you and finally her decision to keep you close by. The whole time she was telling the story Danielle was snickering at the prospect of you being forced to be worn as underwear because of your sisters prank, finding the whole situation incredibly funny.
“So could you please get another swimsuit and let Hunter go please?” Your mom half asked politely, and half begged the young woman. Danielle knew that Helen wouldn’t want to risk their sponsorship deal, and intended to use that to have some fun with you.
“Weeellll... I suppose I could, but it would mean that one of the nice workers here would have to go allllll the way back to my room and retrieve it, and I’d have to wait soooo long for it,” the bratty woman grinned at your mother, really emphasising how much taking you off would inconvenience her, when in reality it would be one of the hotel staff that it would really inconvenience. “But, since I like ya so much, I’ll make you a deal Helen. I’ll get another swimsuit and give you back your son, if you do me one teensy favour.”
“Ok... what’s the favour Mrs Abernant?” Your mother had a growing feeling of dread, knowing that the heiresses request would probably involve you in some way.
“Wellll... I do need some tiny guys to feature on my show...” she flashed your mom a sly grin. “Your son sounds like just the kind of guy I’m looking for. So here’s the deal, I’ll give you him back and we can continue our sponsorship deal if you enter your son on my show, otherwise I’ll be wearing him the rest of the day and the deals off.”
Your mom couldn’t believe how the younger woman seemed to just change business deals on a whim, clearly being used to doing so in all other aspects of her life. Torn between wanting to save you in this moment and also not wanting to disappoint her bosses by allowing this deal to fall through, your mother grimaced at what she was about to agree to.
“...O-Ok, you can have Hunter on your show, now please just give him back to me,” Helen knew you wouldn’t be happy about this, but she hoped she’d be able to buy you a present or something and you’d forgive her.
“Yaayyy!” The beautiful blonde bounced in excitement, clapping her hands together. She unintentionally smeared you further between her expansive cheeks as she did so, and you groaned internally. You had no idea what had just transpired, but you would definitely find out soon.
Danielle snapped her fingers at one of the tired looking waitresses, who put on her best happy face and rushed over to their highest profile guest.
“Go up to my room and find me a replacement tan bikini bottom, and be quick about it,” as soon as the words left her mouth she was no longer looking at the waitress and her attention was focused back on your mother.
“I’m soooo excited to do this show, it’ll be so fun having ten little guys all to myself,” she smiled playfully, glancing at your poor, stretched out form around her hips. “I can’t wait to see what sort of fun I can have with all of them!”
While the waitress was gone, Helen and Danielle worked out the details of their sponsorship contract, and before long their business was concluded.
The waitress returned with a tan bikini very similar in appearance to you. Danielle quickly took you off and handed you back to your mother.
“See you in a few months little guy! I can’t wait!”
You were confused, since you hadn’t heard any of the conversation when you were being smothered by the spoiled woman’s ass cheeks. Glancing to your mother, she looked down at you with a guilty expression which worried you greatly. You were deposited back in Helen’s bag, before the two women said goodbye and Helen went off to finalise the contracts that Danielle had just signed.
(FLASHBACK END)
“...So yeah, that’s how I ended up on a reality TV show with one of the richest women in the country,” you laughed to yourself, still not quite believing the ridiculousness of that situation yourself. “It didn’t actually start till the next summer, so I was a year older when I was on the show.”
“That’s insane!” Quinn looked genuinely shocked, her expression a far cry from the normally neutral one she wore. “I cannot believe you actually know Danielle Abernant.”
Taking a moment to verify you were telling the truth, Quinn pulled out her phone and, after a quick search on the internet, confirmed that you were indeed on a reality TV show with Danielle Abernant.
“Yeah I can barely believe it myself, even now. That’s not to say that the show itself wasn’t embarrassing and sometimes awful to be on.”
“Oh really? Why, what was it like?” Quinn was enraptured by this story, and clearly wanted to hear more.
“Well, the show was called “House Share With An Heiress”, imaginative isn’t it,” you rolled your eyes, which got a small smirk from Quinn. “It was pretty simple really, we were locked in a nice house with Danielle, and after the month, whoever she liked best won a free two week vacation with her to a five star hotel.”
“I can imagine a whole month with that brat wasn’t exactly a fun time, I can’t stand her when I see her on TV,” Quinn stated matter of factly.
“Yeah there were some unpleasant times in there, and not all of them were caused by her, a lot of the other tiny guys were desperate to win that vacation with her, and they were pretty cutthroat about getting it,” you grimaced at the memories. “Stuff like shoving each other into Danielle’s path so they’d get squished by her, since she couldn’t get to know you if you were smeared to the bottom of her foot or stuck to her ass or something like that.”
“Man that sounds rough,” Quinn shot you a look of sympathy.
“So what do you want to hear about? I’ve got a lot of stories from the month I spent in that house.”
1) Quinn wants to hear about an experience with Danielle, and how you got along with her.
2) Quinn is curious about these cutthroat tinies that you talked about, and wants to hear about an incident involving one of them.
3) Something interrupts you, you have to cut the storytelling short.
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