Her Sole Ain't Your Only Goal
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 20
by
copier
· original author:
vayewe
You give her the code-word, which is actually you shaking a bit, to get her to free you from her foot. Giggling, she seems to take a second, before slowly detaching your body from her whole foot. It's a reverse feeling, and it's oddly so intimate. Usually people that abuse tinies and misuse their malleable capabilities yank you around, toss you around the foot, and then expect you to just mold to their flesh. This is different. Maybe not romantic, maybe it is, but it's very erotic for the both of you. Still holding her foot-shape as she pulls you off, Becky can't help but smile, a quick flash following her giggle.
"Sorry~. Just, well, you're not the first tiny who's ASKED me to be something, but..." She rubs your body to help you reform quicker. "You asking to be wrapped around my foot makes me feel all sorts of warm!"
Once your mouth can speak once again, you ask the question perhaps both of you considered. "Who was the first."
Clouds seem to form around Becky's brain, her eyes turning stormy, her composure now off. She seems to ignore your question, standing up, and taking her phone with her. "Oh, one second Hunter, business calls."
You decide not to press the issue. Instead, you reform to your regular self, and then crawl down the bed, inspecting the stack of clothes. Like a detective, you consider the case in front of you. Becky's former hatred of tinies, the odd comments Quinn made after you saved her life, the odd behavior just now of the woman. It was starting to make sense, if you considered it from the angle that perhaps a past-lover was a tiny. Maybe even Quinn's father? That was far-fetched.
What wasn't far-fetched was the scene in front of you. You could, upon close inspection, see where the tinies were placed. Some were stitched into the fabric of a sock. Some were contorted to be a bra. That, or this was Tinex, the material some loved to utilize in its place. You assumed it to be the latter.
Quinn enters her mother's room, calling out your name. You screech loudly, hoping she hears you, and she does.
"What's with the pile of clothes?" She asks.
You explain (leaving out any sexual details) the conversation you had with her mother. Quinn nods, taking it all in. It doesn't seem like you've told her any revelations, truth be told; all she does is pick up the clothes in one hand, and put you on her shoulder. You get free glances at her cleavage.
"Did my mother treat you well?" She asks. You leave out the explicit details and tell her yes.
You both go downstairs, where Becky has seemingly actually gotten roped into some work. She looks up from her laptop to see the both of you, smiling. Then she frowns. "You two aren't going to spend the night? Oh..."
Quinn seems to play damage control. "Mom, Hunter has work in the morning, and so do I. Quicker commute for both of us from the apartment." She nods.
"Quinnie, can you give Mr Woods and I a moment alone?" She asks. It wasn't really a question. Quinn leaves you with her mother, placing you on her laptop. She lets you have a second, then starts a barrage of kisses all over you. You're legitimately soaking wet by the time it's over.
"I hope you enjoyed yourself. You aren't." She pauses. "You'll be back, won't you?" She asks you, this time it being a real question.
Having a beautiful woman like herself practically begging you to return makes the answer easy. "Of course!"
Becky radiantly smiles, the lovely mother lighting up the room. She seems to misunderstand you. "Well, same time tomorrow then. Here's my email, and message me if you need anything, and text me if you want cookies or food ever, or if you..." She gives you a big smooch while she rambles, clearly wanting to keep talking to you. "And I'll be picking you up from Quinnie's house, so we can be nice and alone."
She doesn't say that last line until you're in the car, though. Only she hears it.
***
You're in bed, lying down, utilizing one of your favorite Tiny-focused inventions. A tiny laptop. Expensive, hard to repair, but worth every penny, it allows you to watch shows. That's what you're doing, trying to contemplate if the last few hours of your life were real. Until a ding hits your computer, breaking you out of your contemplation. A message from Becky.
Becky Wallace: Make it home safe? Quinn always forgets to reply to me.
That's cute. She's worried about you. You reply right away, and send a webcam photo of yourself.
Becky Wallace: Good ;) Thinking of you (1 Attachment)
What a damn smokeshow! Sitting at home, all by herself, sending you lewd photos. You must just have died and gone to heaven. Becky is nude in the photo, having taken it with her feet, and showing off every single part of herself. You can't help but stare at it and pass out to it. If it wasn't so lewd, it'd be your wallpaper.
"Sorry~. Just, well, you're not the first tiny who's ASKED me to be something, but..." She rubs your body to help you reform quicker. "You asking to be wrapped around my foot makes me feel all sorts of warm!"
Once your mouth can speak once again, you ask the question perhaps both of you considered. "Who was the first."
Clouds seem to form around Becky's brain, her eyes turning stormy, her composure now off. She seems to ignore your question, standing up, and taking her phone with her. "Oh, one second Hunter, business calls."
You decide not to press the issue. Instead, you reform to your regular self, and then crawl down the bed, inspecting the stack of clothes. Like a detective, you consider the case in front of you. Becky's former hatred of tinies, the odd comments Quinn made after you saved her life, the odd behavior just now of the woman. It was starting to make sense, if you considered it from the angle that perhaps a past-lover was a tiny. Maybe even Quinn's father? That was far-fetched.
What wasn't far-fetched was the scene in front of you. You could, upon close inspection, see where the tinies were placed. Some were stitched into the fabric of a sock. Some were contorted to be a bra. That, or this was Tinex, the material some loved to utilize in its place. You assumed it to be the latter.
Quinn enters her mother's room, calling out your name. You screech loudly, hoping she hears you, and she does.
"What's with the pile of clothes?" She asks.
You explain (leaving out any sexual details) the conversation you had with her mother. Quinn nods, taking it all in. It doesn't seem like you've told her any revelations, truth be told; all she does is pick up the clothes in one hand, and put you on her shoulder. You get free glances at her cleavage.
"Did my mother treat you well?" She asks. You leave out the explicit details and tell her yes.
You both go downstairs, where Becky has seemingly actually gotten roped into some work. She looks up from her laptop to see the both of you, smiling. Then she frowns. "You two aren't going to spend the night? Oh..."
Quinn seems to play damage control. "Mom, Hunter has work in the morning, and so do I. Quicker commute for both of us from the apartment." She nods.
"Quinnie, can you give Mr Woods and I a moment alone?" She asks. It wasn't really a question. Quinn leaves you with her mother, placing you on her laptop. She lets you have a second, then starts a barrage of kisses all over you. You're legitimately soaking wet by the time it's over.
"I hope you enjoyed yourself. You aren't." She pauses. "You'll be back, won't you?" She asks you, this time it being a real question.
Having a beautiful woman like herself practically begging you to return makes the answer easy. "Of course!"
Becky radiantly smiles, the lovely mother lighting up the room. She seems to misunderstand you. "Well, same time tomorrow then. Here's my email, and message me if you need anything, and text me if you want cookies or food ever, or if you..." She gives you a big smooch while she rambles, clearly wanting to keep talking to you. "And I'll be picking you up from Quinnie's house, so we can be nice and alone."
She doesn't say that last line until you're in the car, though. Only she hears it.
***
You're in bed, lying down, utilizing one of your favorite Tiny-focused inventions. A tiny laptop. Expensive, hard to repair, but worth every penny, it allows you to watch shows. That's what you're doing, trying to contemplate if the last few hours of your life were real. Until a ding hits your computer, breaking you out of your contemplation. A message from Becky.
Becky Wallace: Make it home safe? Quinn always forgets to reply to me.
That's cute. She's worried about you. You reply right away, and send a webcam photo of yourself.
Becky Wallace: Good ;) Thinking of you (1 Attachment)
What a damn smokeshow! Sitting at home, all by herself, sending you lewd photos. You must just have died and gone to heaven. Becky is nude in the photo, having taken it with her feet, and showing off every single part of herself. You can't help but stare at it and pass out to it. If it wasn't so lewd, it'd be your wallpaper.
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April 23, 2025
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