Bed Talk
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 17
by
copier
· original author:
gtstamer
You held on firmly to Becky's thumb as she carried you to her room. Not that you were scared. No. The subtle nervousness you felt when her hand shook simply made you want to hold her hand to comfort her. To let her know everything was going to be okay. You knew this was new territory for you both to explore. Especially with Becky's new perspective on the equality of tinies like yourself. When you looked up towards her to see her smiling back down at you you knew then that your gesture didn't go unnoticed or unappreciated.
Once she carried you past the threshold of her bedroom Becky swiftly closed the door behind her with her foot. Lifting you up slightly higher to about breast level you watched in bewilderment as she locked the latch. Did she make it a point to have you see this you wonder?
"Okay handsome," Becky seductively teased kissing you ever so softly, "now that we're alone... I... I mean where nobody will, or can if they were able too for that matter, disturb us. Anyway my sweet heroic mighty little man what would you like to do?"
Still reeling from the sensual peck Becky placed on your face you let yourself melt further into her grip while she went to lay down on the bed. It was only when she carefully laid down on her right side without squeezing you to moosh in her left hand that you took notice of what she just said. Not alone yet won't be bothered by anyone who could if they were able? You snapped back to your senses realizing nobody else was in the room with you and Becky. At least nobody visible. That could could only mean... Oh no.
"Becky... Wha... What do you mean by that?" you ask shakingly.
She bit her lip letting her eyes dart away from you in shame. "I... might just still have a few... um... items of clothing of mine that I haven't gotten around to letting go just yet."
"Clothing? You mean....? Right now you're wearing...?" you lead, squirming in her grip.
"Oh! No no no no no no no!" Becky quickly responded dropping you to the bed. "I haven't worn anyone since before the accident. I swear! I..."
You could feel the honest panic set in Quinn's mother. Glancing up to witness the worried and guilt ridden expression plastered on her face as she sat up on her elbows you couldn't help but feel guilty yourself. You didn't intend to make Becky change her feelings towards little people like yourself when you saved her life. Seeing a strong, powerful, beautiful, and confident woman quivering in fear of offending you didn't seem right to you at all. You needed to get her back to the domineering woman you admired when you first met her.
Taking her perfectly manicured finger into your hands, "Why not?"
Becky blinked. Obvious confusion shown from her eyes. Did she hear what she thought she did?
"I... I... What?" She gasped at a loss for words.
"Why don't you wear those clothes anymore?" you reiterated patting her finger, "It's not like they're not comfortable to wear right?"
Becky blushed, "No. They are. So comfortable. In fact, I prefer wearing them more than actual fabric. They form fit so perfectly. I can't tell you how many times a couple of tinies like you have saved me on having to get sock replacements. But that was before. It's just... I wouldn't feel right wearing them now that I got you. I mean how would that make me look having a tiny as my man when I wear people like you as my clothes?"
"I can see how that may seem odd to anyone if we told them where your clothes came from." you answered kissing the back of her hand.
Becky leaned down placing her head level with your body, "Wait... are you saying you're okay with me using littles like you?"
"I don't want you to change who you are or how you treat people my size just because I just happen to be small too." you state caressing her cheeks.
"So when you wanted me to take charge..."Becky paused to think for a minute before her lips curled up to form a devious smirk, "You actually wanted me to treat you like I did when we first met?"
This time you're blushing, "Ye... Yeah. *COUGH* Yes."
"Really?" Becky skeptically queries raising an eyebrow. "Why would you want that?"
"Because you were honest. You treated me as how you saw me. As beneath you. And when you decided my fate to live the rest of my life in your wondrous um... ass... it just felt right. I'm sorry I got scared and ran from you. It was a mistake I know that now. When I saw you get hurt trying to put me back in my place I knew then I had to try to make things right. Please, could you forgive me?"
Becky was indeed shocked to hear your heartfelt confession to say the least. Here standing before her face was a sweet, honest, caring little man who loved her for being her. Not only that but he had been an absolute gentleman to her daughter. Then to top off matters he saved her life instead of turning her in for kidnapping him. He has put her needs above and beyond his own time and time again. A true knight if there ever was one Becky thought.
"Alright. If that is what you want. Don't expect me to go easy on you." Becky warned.
"I wouldn't have it any other way Becky." you bowed.
Giggling, Becky playfully bopped you on the head. "That's Goddess to you."
"Of course Goddess." you corrected.
Becky sat up grabbing you in the process. "So you're really okay with me treating you like I did before? No different from how I treat others of your pathetic size?"
"It would be an honor my Goddess. In fact, if you have anyone you use as clothing now would it be okay for me to watch you put them on?"
"Oh you're a naughty little pet aren't you?" Becky jested, "Sure, let me see who I still have."
Reaching over to her nightstand you watched as Becky opened the top drawer to pull out a pair of multicolored socks. "These were a couple of kids my daughter had invited over from school once. They seemed decent enough I suppose but I couldn't let my little angle be seen befriending little bugs like them. So when I sent her out of the room on an errand I turned the duo into a comfy pair of gym socks. They've been my running buddies ever since."
"Wow! How do you keep them from turning back Goddess?" you implored seeing their smashed faces inside pleading to be set free.
"Oh it took years of ironing and starching to render them permanently into their intended form." Becky nonchalantly acknowledged. "But I think it was well worth it don't you pipsqueak?"
"I do Goddess. I do." you rebutted without hesitation.
Becky beamed from ear to ear. Placing you down between her breasts she went about putting on her socks. You could've sworn you heard whining coming from inside the human socks. All the better you thought. You observed like a hawk how they precisely conformed to the shape of Becky's feet. Every curve. Every crevasse. Every miniscule movement her feet made they followed suit. As she wiggled her toes on the floor you again heard the almost indistinct moaning and groaning sounds of their torture coming from beneath her feet.
"They look perfect on you Goddess." you praise.
"Don't they though?" Becky confirms.
Curiosity then got the better of you so you solicited Becky, "How many more people have you turned into your clothes Goddess?"
"Pfft!" Becky scoffed, "I've lost count. I actually have a clothing company with a couple of old friends of mine who work now with the C.T.C., anyway we take tinies like you and shape into whatever the customer wants, spray them with a solvent, then ship them off to live the rest of their lives as the customers property. It's really a win win for us all."
"That's amazing Goddess Becky! Brilliant even. I'm impressed!" you commend her.
"Aw, thank you squirt." Becky coo'd. "But now that you know you better be a good boy or else I'd be shipping you off too."
You gulped.
Once she carried you past the threshold of her bedroom Becky swiftly closed the door behind her with her foot. Lifting you up slightly higher to about breast level you watched in bewilderment as she locked the latch. Did she make it a point to have you see this you wonder?
"Okay handsome," Becky seductively teased kissing you ever so softly, "now that we're alone... I... I mean where nobody will, or can if they were able too for that matter, disturb us. Anyway my sweet heroic mighty little man what would you like to do?"
Still reeling from the sensual peck Becky placed on your face you let yourself melt further into her grip while she went to lay down on the bed. It was only when she carefully laid down on her right side without squeezing you to moosh in her left hand that you took notice of what she just said. Not alone yet won't be bothered by anyone who could if they were able? You snapped back to your senses realizing nobody else was in the room with you and Becky. At least nobody visible. That could could only mean... Oh no.
"Becky... Wha... What do you mean by that?" you ask shakingly.
She bit her lip letting her eyes dart away from you in shame. "I... might just still have a few... um... items of clothing of mine that I haven't gotten around to letting go just yet."
"Clothing? You mean....? Right now you're wearing...?" you lead, squirming in her grip.
"Oh! No no no no no no no!" Becky quickly responded dropping you to the bed. "I haven't worn anyone since before the accident. I swear! I..."
You could feel the honest panic set in Quinn's mother. Glancing up to witness the worried and guilt ridden expression plastered on her face as she sat up on her elbows you couldn't help but feel guilty yourself. You didn't intend to make Becky change her feelings towards little people like yourself when you saved her life. Seeing a strong, powerful, beautiful, and confident woman quivering in fear of offending you didn't seem right to you at all. You needed to get her back to the domineering woman you admired when you first met her.
Taking her perfectly manicured finger into your hands, "Why not?"
Becky blinked. Obvious confusion shown from her eyes. Did she hear what she thought she did?
"I... I... What?" She gasped at a loss for words.
"Why don't you wear those clothes anymore?" you reiterated patting her finger, "It's not like they're not comfortable to wear right?"
Becky blushed, "No. They are. So comfortable. In fact, I prefer wearing them more than actual fabric. They form fit so perfectly. I can't tell you how many times a couple of tinies like you have saved me on having to get sock replacements. But that was before. It's just... I wouldn't feel right wearing them now that I got you. I mean how would that make me look having a tiny as my man when I wear people like you as my clothes?"
"I can see how that may seem odd to anyone if we told them where your clothes came from." you answered kissing the back of her hand.
Becky leaned down placing her head level with your body, "Wait... are you saying you're okay with me using littles like you?"
"I don't want you to change who you are or how you treat people my size just because I just happen to be small too." you state caressing her cheeks.
"So when you wanted me to take charge..."Becky paused to think for a minute before her lips curled up to form a devious smirk, "You actually wanted me to treat you like I did when we first met?"
This time you're blushing, "Ye... Yeah. *COUGH* Yes."
"Really?" Becky skeptically queries raising an eyebrow. "Why would you want that?"
"Because you were honest. You treated me as how you saw me. As beneath you. And when you decided my fate to live the rest of my life in your wondrous um... ass... it just felt right. I'm sorry I got scared and ran from you. It was a mistake I know that now. When I saw you get hurt trying to put me back in my place I knew then I had to try to make things right. Please, could you forgive me?"
Becky was indeed shocked to hear your heartfelt confession to say the least. Here standing before her face was a sweet, honest, caring little man who loved her for being her. Not only that but he had been an absolute gentleman to her daughter. Then to top off matters he saved her life instead of turning her in for kidnapping him. He has put her needs above and beyond his own time and time again. A true knight if there ever was one Becky thought.
"Alright. If that is what you want. Don't expect me to go easy on you." Becky warned.
"I wouldn't have it any other way Becky." you bowed.
Giggling, Becky playfully bopped you on the head. "That's Goddess to you."
"Of course Goddess." you corrected.
Becky sat up grabbing you in the process. "So you're really okay with me treating you like I did before? No different from how I treat others of your pathetic size?"
"It would be an honor my Goddess. In fact, if you have anyone you use as clothing now would it be okay for me to watch you put them on?"
"Oh you're a naughty little pet aren't you?" Becky jested, "Sure, let me see who I still have."
Reaching over to her nightstand you watched as Becky opened the top drawer to pull out a pair of multicolored socks. "These were a couple of kids my daughter had invited over from school once. They seemed decent enough I suppose but I couldn't let my little angle be seen befriending little bugs like them. So when I sent her out of the room on an errand I turned the duo into a comfy pair of gym socks. They've been my running buddies ever since."
"Wow! How do you keep them from turning back Goddess?" you implored seeing their smashed faces inside pleading to be set free.
"Oh it took years of ironing and starching to render them permanently into their intended form." Becky nonchalantly acknowledged. "But I think it was well worth it don't you pipsqueak?"
"I do Goddess. I do." you rebutted without hesitation.
Becky beamed from ear to ear. Placing you down between her breasts she went about putting on her socks. You could've sworn you heard whining coming from inside the human socks. All the better you thought. You observed like a hawk how they precisely conformed to the shape of Becky's feet. Every curve. Every crevasse. Every miniscule movement her feet made they followed suit. As she wiggled her toes on the floor you again heard the almost indistinct moaning and groaning sounds of their torture coming from beneath her feet.
"They look perfect on you Goddess." you praise.
"Don't they though?" Becky confirms.
Curiosity then got the better of you so you solicited Becky, "How many more people have you turned into your clothes Goddess?"
"Pfft!" Becky scoffed, "I've lost count. I actually have a clothing company with a couple of old friends of mine who work now with the C.T.C., anyway we take tinies like you and shape into whatever the customer wants, spray them with a solvent, then ship them off to live the rest of their lives as the customers property. It's really a win win for us all."
"That's amazing Goddess Becky! Brilliant even. I'm impressed!" you commend her.
"Aw, thank you squirt." Becky coo'd. "But now that you know you better be a good boy or else I'd be shipping you off too."
You gulped.
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