Accommodating a Giantess in the Tiny Section
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 6
by
Bobob1
(Originally written by Hectic)
It was quite crowded that day and most of the open space on the beach was already taken by other women. For that reason when you heard a woman’s voice behind you say, “Ugh, finally an open space” you whipped your head around and knew that she was headed straight for you. You watched for a moment as her massive feet kicked sand to and fro, each step getting her closer along her path right towards the tinies only section. Fumbling with your megaphone for a moment you finally raised it to your lips, the woman only a few steps away from steamrolling you under her massive sole and trampling countless guys in front of you as well.
“Excuse me, ma’am! This is not an open space, this is an area dedicated to tiny men only!” You shouted up, your voice amplified through the megaphone being clearly loud enough for the woman to hear. She luckily slowed down her pace and looked downward, finally seeming to recognize the mass of tinies laid out in front of her. She grimaced for a moment before looking specifically at you. You kept talking, “I apologize for the inconvenience, but if you could kindly find somewhere else to set up your things I would really appreciate it. Normal sized women are not supposed to go past the red rope!”
The giant woman tapped her chin for a moment in thought, before her eyes lit up with an idea. You were nervous already, you had hoped that the woman would just comply and leave you be. But deep down you knew that whatever idea of authority that you thought the lifeguard job would give you, ultimately meant jack squat when dealing with a woman who could squish you like chewed gum. She finally spoke down to you, “Ever heard of Baker’s law?!” the woman said haughtily, pointing confidently at her tan swimsuit bottom. Your heart dropped as you knew immediately what she was talking about.
Baker’s law was a Supreme Court decision that had been made nearly 18 months ago at this current point in time. After years of fighting from a student, now graduate, at a college called Middletown University that goes by the name of Amy Baker, a law concerning the usage and rights of tiny men as items had been passed. You heard all about it on the news when it first passed. Amy Baker fought for the idea that men should be able to choose to be used as whatever they wanted, not just forced to live as miniature regular people. They could pursue getting legally licensed for use by a specific woman or in general, as long as all parties involved were willing. The law stated that any licensed man must still be recognized as a human being, no matter what condition they were currently in or what they were being used for. The process in its entirety was quite rare, with a very small percentage of the population actually going through with it, but nonetheless it made nationwide headlines.
It was seen by this Amy Baker herself as a landmark day for tiny men’s rights. She thought that men who were okay with being used should be respected and accepted for doing so. It was a sweet idea, really, but in reality it was easily abused by women who sought far worse fates for the tiny men that surrounded them. A few cases of men who got their Usage License for the right reasons would find their way to news stations every once in a while. A husband signing up for use from his wife and daughter because he didn’t have enough money to buy them Christmas presents would warm the hearts of those who heard of it. But just as often as you heard good stories about Baker’s Law, you also heard the opposite. Men were often threatened into pursuing their Usage License, or outright sold themselves into it in hopes of making a quick buck. You never really understood the point of passing the law in the first place, as you had never once noticed a woman police officer asking to see someone’s Usage License ever. All you knew was that there was no way in hell you would do it yourself.
Snapping back into reality, you knew that when the woman said those words and pointed to her rather small bikini bottom, that it must have been a small guy just like you. You empathized with the man, having been in his situation more than a few times before. The woman then kept talking,
“Well he is a tiny guy just like you and the law says you have to respect his rights even though he is my swimsuit bottom! Since he is wrapped around my ass right now then my ass deserves entry into your stupid tinies only section. Couldn’t you all just scoot over a bit too? It’s not like I’ll take up the entire space!”
You had no idea how to handle the situation. If you still rejected the woman then she may really be able to pursue legal discourse, suing the lifeguard company for not respecting the rights granted to men by Baker’s Law. You cursed this stupid law, what rights did that guy receive? The right to have his entire body wedged between her butt cheeks? In reality it just granted this giantess woman even more privilege to do as she pleased. Briefly considering standing up to the giantess, you eventually decided against it. However, an idea did spark in your mind about a loophole in the system.
“Well, of course we respect his right to be in here, he is a tiny after all. But since he is currently residing around your, erm, backside, then I am afraid your backside is the only part of you that is allowed to be in here with him.” You smirked internally, knowing that at least in some way you had followed the rules and still won.
The woman furrowed her brow in anger for a moment, before lightening up and responding simply, “Okay that works for me!” In an instant she dropped her things just outside of the roped off area, sending a cloud of sand careening over you and countless tiny guys near you. As the cloud of sand cleared you looked up to see the giantess had turned herself around, and had already begun squatting down, right where your lifeguard stand was on the edge.
*crack*
The massive woman’s ass collided with your lifeguard tower and yourself first, absolutely detonating the seat which you were starting to love so much. As it shattered you fell to the sand a few feet, with her planet sized ass following suit. Even in this horrific moment, you couldn’t help but think that this woman’s still sizable ass wasn’t even in the same league as Quinn’s. But you didn’t have time to think as the crushing pressure of the woman rammed you deeper into the sand, displacing the grains around her. When all was said and done the woman’s ass was planted firmly on top of you, with her legs sticking out away from the water and outside of the roped off tiny zone. She had won, you cursed yourself for being so stupid. You could only hope that this woman could show you mercy at this point.
It was quite crowded that day and most of the open space on the beach was already taken by other women. For that reason when you heard a woman’s voice behind you say, “Ugh, finally an open space” you whipped your head around and knew that she was headed straight for you. You watched for a moment as her massive feet kicked sand to and fro, each step getting her closer along her path right towards the tinies only section. Fumbling with your megaphone for a moment you finally raised it to your lips, the woman only a few steps away from steamrolling you under her massive sole and trampling countless guys in front of you as well.
“Excuse me, ma’am! This is not an open space, this is an area dedicated to tiny men only!” You shouted up, your voice amplified through the megaphone being clearly loud enough for the woman to hear. She luckily slowed down her pace and looked downward, finally seeming to recognize the mass of tinies laid out in front of her. She grimaced for a moment before looking specifically at you. You kept talking, “I apologize for the inconvenience, but if you could kindly find somewhere else to set up your things I would really appreciate it. Normal sized women are not supposed to go past the red rope!”
The giant woman tapped her chin for a moment in thought, before her eyes lit up with an idea. You were nervous already, you had hoped that the woman would just comply and leave you be. But deep down you knew that whatever idea of authority that you thought the lifeguard job would give you, ultimately meant jack squat when dealing with a woman who could squish you like chewed gum. She finally spoke down to you, “Ever heard of Baker’s law?!” the woman said haughtily, pointing confidently at her tan swimsuit bottom. Your heart dropped as you knew immediately what she was talking about.
Baker’s law was a Supreme Court decision that had been made nearly 18 months ago at this current point in time. After years of fighting from a student, now graduate, at a college called Middletown University that goes by the name of Amy Baker, a law concerning the usage and rights of tiny men as items had been passed. You heard all about it on the news when it first passed. Amy Baker fought for the idea that men should be able to choose to be used as whatever they wanted, not just forced to live as miniature regular people. They could pursue getting legally licensed for use by a specific woman or in general, as long as all parties involved were willing. The law stated that any licensed man must still be recognized as a human being, no matter what condition they were currently in or what they were being used for. The process in its entirety was quite rare, with a very small percentage of the population actually going through with it, but nonetheless it made nationwide headlines.
It was seen by this Amy Baker herself as a landmark day for tiny men’s rights. She thought that men who were okay with being used should be respected and accepted for doing so. It was a sweet idea, really, but in reality it was easily abused by women who sought far worse fates for the tiny men that surrounded them. A few cases of men who got their Usage License for the right reasons would find their way to news stations every once in a while. A husband signing up for use from his wife and daughter because he didn’t have enough money to buy them Christmas presents would warm the hearts of those who heard of it. But just as often as you heard good stories about Baker’s Law, you also heard the opposite. Men were often threatened into pursuing their Usage License, or outright sold themselves into it in hopes of making a quick buck. You never really understood the point of passing the law in the first place, as you had never once noticed a woman police officer asking to see someone’s Usage License ever. All you knew was that there was no way in hell you would do it yourself.
Snapping back into reality, you knew that when the woman said those words and pointed to her rather small bikini bottom, that it must have been a small guy just like you. You empathized with the man, having been in his situation more than a few times before. The woman then kept talking,
“Well he is a tiny guy just like you and the law says you have to respect his rights even though he is my swimsuit bottom! Since he is wrapped around my ass right now then my ass deserves entry into your stupid tinies only section. Couldn’t you all just scoot over a bit too? It’s not like I’ll take up the entire space!”
You had no idea how to handle the situation. If you still rejected the woman then she may really be able to pursue legal discourse, suing the lifeguard company for not respecting the rights granted to men by Baker’s Law. You cursed this stupid law, what rights did that guy receive? The right to have his entire body wedged between her butt cheeks? In reality it just granted this giantess woman even more privilege to do as she pleased. Briefly considering standing up to the giantess, you eventually decided against it. However, an idea did spark in your mind about a loophole in the system.
“Well, of course we respect his right to be in here, he is a tiny after all. But since he is currently residing around your, erm, backside, then I am afraid your backside is the only part of you that is allowed to be in here with him.” You smirked internally, knowing that at least in some way you had followed the rules and still won.
The woman furrowed her brow in anger for a moment, before lightening up and responding simply, “Okay that works for me!” In an instant she dropped her things just outside of the roped off area, sending a cloud of sand careening over you and countless tiny guys near you. As the cloud of sand cleared you looked up to see the giantess had turned herself around, and had already begun squatting down, right where your lifeguard stand was on the edge.
*crack*
The massive woman’s ass collided with your lifeguard tower and yourself first, absolutely detonating the seat which you were starting to love so much. As it shattered you fell to the sand a few feet, with her planet sized ass following suit. Even in this horrific moment, you couldn’t help but think that this woman’s still sizable ass wasn’t even in the same league as Quinn’s. But you didn’t have time to think as the crushing pressure of the woman rammed you deeper into the sand, displacing the grains around her. When all was said and done the woman’s ass was planted firmly on top of you, with her legs sticking out away from the water and outside of the roped off tiny zone. She had won, you cursed yourself for being so stupid. You could only hope that this woman could show you mercy at this point.
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April 23, 2025
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