Issued a Counterfeit Usage License
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 9
by
Bobob1
(Originally written by Hectic)
You were overwhelmed upon realizing the bluff that you just laid down. But even though it was your first day, it was your duty as a lifeguard to protect the lives of any tiny guys at the beach. It would have weighed heavily on your conscience if you just abandoned him to be imprisoned in this arrogant woman’s ass. Clearly you figured that she, with the help of her friend, had the ability to create counterfeit usage licenses based on the muffled screams of the guy acting as her thong.
But even knowing that fact, you would never be able to forgive yourself if you let this fellow guy Tony suffer in his current predicament. You cursed your stupidly strong sense of empathy, knowing that like always it would only lead you to trouble.
“I’m sorry miss, but I just can’t let this slide. This usage license clearly isn’t official and you know it.” You said up to her, still pretending to find this mysterious panic button that you claimed to have on you. From in between two of her fingers, pinching you like a twig, it was admittedly hard to feign confidence. You saw the malice growing in this giantess’s eyes as you challenged her, strengthening the pit of nerves that you felt in your stomach. You knew firsthand that directly challenging a normal sized girl as a one inch tall guy was consistently the dumbest choice that you could make, but for some reason you just couldn’t let this situation go.
To your absolute surprise Rachel opened up her fist and simply dropped you onto the sand below! You landed with a thud inaudible to any regular sized people, immediately trying to straighten and reform the legs that she squished in her grip. Nevertheless, it seemed like your plan had worked!
“Fine, you little tattletale. Messing with you isn’t worth the risk of you actually calling over someone who has real power.” Rachel said while gathering her things! It seemed like you had actually won your battle! Your confidence soared briefly, thinking on your feet actually got you out of a jam for once. But then Rachel continued, “My friend and I will find somewhere else on this stupid beach to tan, but not before we find another lifeguard and ask allllll about you. I’m sure that my notary friend finding out all of your personal details won’t end up badly for you at all!” Rachel’s indirect threat struck fear further into your heart as she then leaned down, lowered her sunglasses, and looked directly into your eyes. Her enormous breasts threatened to spill out of her bikini top, but you were far too terrified to even pay attention to them at a time like this.
“I know you think you might have won or something, twerp, but you didn’t. Not only am I not giving up my little thong, but let’s just say your life is going to get a lot more difficult in the near future.” Rachel smirked before finishing, “Even though I may not be the one dishing out the punishment to your tiny ass, you better pray that the other women in your life really like you, because if they don’t… well you’ll find out!” As she concluded her speech, Rachel stood up and shot you a final wink before spinning around and walking away. She signaled to her friend Isabella that they would need to find a new spot, prompting a quick look of confusion from the woman before she simply shrugged her shoulders and kept walking. As the two women walked further into the distance you cursed the sad life of that guy, Tony, watching as he was chewed up between the callous woman’s butt cheeks. You took another moment to assess your surroundings and you lamented the state of the men’s beach section. The simple action of that jerk of a woman sitting down in the sand practically wiped out everything that was set up to help you.
Looking back once more to make sure that the two menaces of women were actually leaving, you gulped with fear upon remembering Rachel’s threat. If her friend really was a notary like she said, could she really write a usage license for you without your consent?! As you had that thought your eyes found the two, now a good distance away, and they seemed to be talking to Brigitte. Rachel clearly pointed directly at you and the tiny guy’s section, sharing a few words with your boss of all people. Your eyes opened wide, as you finally saw Brigitte split from the two immediately begin walking towards you. Now panicked, you frantically wondered what that malicious woman may have said to your boss. If she bad mouthed you enough you wouldn’t be surprised if you were fired on the spot!
Brigitte’s long powerful steps covered the vast stretch of beach between you and her in no time. What may have been a multiple day hike for you was only a minute or so for the strong giantess. Your nerves were about to overwhelm you as Brigitte walked straight up to you, surprisingly noticing you next to the remnants of your shattered lifeguard tower.
“Hunter!” She exclaimed, intimidating you once more. But suddenly she broke into a huge smile, “Those two women over there just raved to me about how helpful you were to them! They said they really appreciated your hard work and were asking all about you! They even asked for your home address which I thought was a bit strange at first, but they said they wanted to send you a gift or something. Either way, keep up the good work. You’ve already surpassed my expectations for you, and the busy part of the day should just about be ending so the rest of the day should be a breeze.” Brigitte shot you a big thumbs up before turning and walking away, presumably to check on Quinn and the other lifeguards.
You couldn’t believe your ears. Not only did Rachel and Isabella not try to get you fired, but they actually praised you. On one hand you were happy, but on the other hand you felt incredibly uneasy with how that whole situation went down. What else did that crazy girl and her friend have in store for you?
The rest of your day went miraculously smoothly. True to Brigitte’s claim, the rush slowed down significantly, a welcome change for you. You sadly had to sit in the sand since your lifeguard tower was destroyed, but somehow no other life-threatening events happened at all until the end of your shift. At the end of the day, Quinn picked you up and took you home, carrying you in the pocket of her bag once more. Part of you wanted to talk to her on the trip back but you didn’t want to push the envelope with your new roommate. She seemed a bit standoffish, even though you could tell that there was more to her than that, but either way risking annoying her didn’t seem like the best move.
Your luck continued into the evening, as you and your three roommates ordered chinese food and had a remarkably unremarkable dinner. Nobody slurped you up along with their noodles, or threw you into the trash accidentally, or even squashed you at all! You had a genuinely nice night, each telling one another about their respective jobs. It was fantastic to say the least. Even when the three girls left you downstairs without figuring out your sleeping arrangements just like the night before, you didn’t mind one bit. You had hope that you would figure it out soon enough, but until then the cushioned couch was more than sufficient. Eventually, you drifted off into dreamland, thinking about how your one inch tall life might turn out normal just yet.
You awoke in the morning to Morgan standing over you, holding a letter with your name on it. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and looked closer and saw that it was stamped with the logo of the C.T.C or the Center for Tiny Citizenship!
“This looks serious, Hunter. You want me to open it for you?” Morgan said, with evident concern in her voice. Having just woke up, you simply nodded. Morgan dug her finger into the envelope and gently opened it. When she pulled out the two of you recognized the paper immediately. Tinies and regular sized girls alike knew what it was upon first glance, considering it was likely the single most impactful law that had been passed in the last half century. Both you and Morgan’s eyes went wide, as she read out loud “Usage License for General Use… Hunter Woods” Morgan spun the paper around immediately you saw a clearly forged version of your signature, along with the words General Use instead of a specific woman’s name on the opposite side. Down at the bottom you saw in fine print, “notarized by Isabella Brooks”. Your entire world was shattered in an instant. Those crazy women did it. Not only did you have an official usage license, but a General Use one to boot. This meant that any woman could use you without needing documentation of their own. Effectively, if a cruel enough woman found out about this she could destroy your life as a human being in an instant and subject you to a life of use.
Not being able to handle this atomic bomb of news so early in the morning, you felt yourself get light headed and faint!
When you awoke soon after, what was happening?
(Some/all of the girls all take a sick day and take you straight to the C.T.C. to get to the bottom of your random Usage License)
(You wake up in Quinn’s bag, with her taking you to work just like yesterday since she didn’t want to be late. Little did you know but your employer gets automatically notified if a tiny guy acquires a usage license while currently employed. Brigitte may force Quinn to use you as a swimsuit to replace her too-small uniform)
(You wake up to a knock on the door and it is a cruel relative who you haven’t seen in a while, eager to use you)
You were overwhelmed upon realizing the bluff that you just laid down. But even though it was your first day, it was your duty as a lifeguard to protect the lives of any tiny guys at the beach. It would have weighed heavily on your conscience if you just abandoned him to be imprisoned in this arrogant woman’s ass. Clearly you figured that she, with the help of her friend, had the ability to create counterfeit usage licenses based on the muffled screams of the guy acting as her thong.
But even knowing that fact, you would never be able to forgive yourself if you let this fellow guy Tony suffer in his current predicament. You cursed your stupidly strong sense of empathy, knowing that like always it would only lead you to trouble.
“I’m sorry miss, but I just can’t let this slide. This usage license clearly isn’t official and you know it.” You said up to her, still pretending to find this mysterious panic button that you claimed to have on you. From in between two of her fingers, pinching you like a twig, it was admittedly hard to feign confidence. You saw the malice growing in this giantess’s eyes as you challenged her, strengthening the pit of nerves that you felt in your stomach. You knew firsthand that directly challenging a normal sized girl as a one inch tall guy was consistently the dumbest choice that you could make, but for some reason you just couldn’t let this situation go.
To your absolute surprise Rachel opened up her fist and simply dropped you onto the sand below! You landed with a thud inaudible to any regular sized people, immediately trying to straighten and reform the legs that she squished in her grip. Nevertheless, it seemed like your plan had worked!
“Fine, you little tattletale. Messing with you isn’t worth the risk of you actually calling over someone who has real power.” Rachel said while gathering her things! It seemed like you had actually won your battle! Your confidence soared briefly, thinking on your feet actually got you out of a jam for once. But then Rachel continued, “My friend and I will find somewhere else on this stupid beach to tan, but not before we find another lifeguard and ask allllll about you. I’m sure that my notary friend finding out all of your personal details won’t end up badly for you at all!” Rachel’s indirect threat struck fear further into your heart as she then leaned down, lowered her sunglasses, and looked directly into your eyes. Her enormous breasts threatened to spill out of her bikini top, but you were far too terrified to even pay attention to them at a time like this.
“I know you think you might have won or something, twerp, but you didn’t. Not only am I not giving up my little thong, but let’s just say your life is going to get a lot more difficult in the near future.” Rachel smirked before finishing, “Even though I may not be the one dishing out the punishment to your tiny ass, you better pray that the other women in your life really like you, because if they don’t… well you’ll find out!” As she concluded her speech, Rachel stood up and shot you a final wink before spinning around and walking away. She signaled to her friend Isabella that they would need to find a new spot, prompting a quick look of confusion from the woman before she simply shrugged her shoulders and kept walking. As the two women walked further into the distance you cursed the sad life of that guy, Tony, watching as he was chewed up between the callous woman’s butt cheeks. You took another moment to assess your surroundings and you lamented the state of the men’s beach section. The simple action of that jerk of a woman sitting down in the sand practically wiped out everything that was set up to help you.
Looking back once more to make sure that the two menaces of women were actually leaving, you gulped with fear upon remembering Rachel’s threat. If her friend really was a notary like she said, could she really write a usage license for you without your consent?! As you had that thought your eyes found the two, now a good distance away, and they seemed to be talking to Brigitte. Rachel clearly pointed directly at you and the tiny guy’s section, sharing a few words with your boss of all people. Your eyes opened wide, as you finally saw Brigitte split from the two immediately begin walking towards you. Now panicked, you frantically wondered what that malicious woman may have said to your boss. If she bad mouthed you enough you wouldn’t be surprised if you were fired on the spot!
Brigitte’s long powerful steps covered the vast stretch of beach between you and her in no time. What may have been a multiple day hike for you was only a minute or so for the strong giantess. Your nerves were about to overwhelm you as Brigitte walked straight up to you, surprisingly noticing you next to the remnants of your shattered lifeguard tower.
“Hunter!” She exclaimed, intimidating you once more. But suddenly she broke into a huge smile, “Those two women over there just raved to me about how helpful you were to them! They said they really appreciated your hard work and were asking all about you! They even asked for your home address which I thought was a bit strange at first, but they said they wanted to send you a gift or something. Either way, keep up the good work. You’ve already surpassed my expectations for you, and the busy part of the day should just about be ending so the rest of the day should be a breeze.” Brigitte shot you a big thumbs up before turning and walking away, presumably to check on Quinn and the other lifeguards.
You couldn’t believe your ears. Not only did Rachel and Isabella not try to get you fired, but they actually praised you. On one hand you were happy, but on the other hand you felt incredibly uneasy with how that whole situation went down. What else did that crazy girl and her friend have in store for you?
The rest of your day went miraculously smoothly. True to Brigitte’s claim, the rush slowed down significantly, a welcome change for you. You sadly had to sit in the sand since your lifeguard tower was destroyed, but somehow no other life-threatening events happened at all until the end of your shift. At the end of the day, Quinn picked you up and took you home, carrying you in the pocket of her bag once more. Part of you wanted to talk to her on the trip back but you didn’t want to push the envelope with your new roommate. She seemed a bit standoffish, even though you could tell that there was more to her than that, but either way risking annoying her didn’t seem like the best move.
Your luck continued into the evening, as you and your three roommates ordered chinese food and had a remarkably unremarkable dinner. Nobody slurped you up along with their noodles, or threw you into the trash accidentally, or even squashed you at all! You had a genuinely nice night, each telling one another about their respective jobs. It was fantastic to say the least. Even when the three girls left you downstairs without figuring out your sleeping arrangements just like the night before, you didn’t mind one bit. You had hope that you would figure it out soon enough, but until then the cushioned couch was more than sufficient. Eventually, you drifted off into dreamland, thinking about how your one inch tall life might turn out normal just yet.
You awoke in the morning to Morgan standing over you, holding a letter with your name on it. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and looked closer and saw that it was stamped with the logo of the C.T.C or the Center for Tiny Citizenship!
“This looks serious, Hunter. You want me to open it for you?” Morgan said, with evident concern in her voice. Having just woke up, you simply nodded. Morgan dug her finger into the envelope and gently opened it. When she pulled out the two of you recognized the paper immediately. Tinies and regular sized girls alike knew what it was upon first glance, considering it was likely the single most impactful law that had been passed in the last half century. Both you and Morgan’s eyes went wide, as she read out loud “Usage License for General Use… Hunter Woods” Morgan spun the paper around immediately you saw a clearly forged version of your signature, along with the words General Use instead of a specific woman’s name on the opposite side. Down at the bottom you saw in fine print, “notarized by Isabella Brooks”. Your entire world was shattered in an instant. Those crazy women did it. Not only did you have an official usage license, but a General Use one to boot. This meant that any woman could use you without needing documentation of their own. Effectively, if a cruel enough woman found out about this she could destroy your life as a human being in an instant and subject you to a life of use.
Not being able to handle this atomic bomb of news so early in the morning, you felt yourself get light headed and faint!
When you awoke soon after, what was happening?
(Some/all of the girls all take a sick day and take you straight to the C.T.C. to get to the bottom of your random Usage License)
(You wake up in Quinn’s bag, with her taking you to work just like yesterday since she didn’t want to be late. Little did you know but your employer gets automatically notified if a tiny guy acquires a usage license while currently employed. Brigitte may force Quinn to use you as a swimsuit to replace her too-small uniform)
(You wake up to a knock on the door and it is a cruel relative who you haven’t seen in a while, eager to use you)
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April 23, 2025
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