Sentenced to the Psychiatric Ward
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
azazel8
[This chapter was written in collaboration with kla]
“Hunter agreed to sign a general usage licence so that he could undergo special treatment at a psychiatric ward for MCPD sufferers. They use cutting edge treatments to help disassociated tinies find their true personality, whether that be as a human…” She paused, smiling gently. “…or as an object serving the important purpose of assisting others in their day-to-day lives.” Quinn appeared shocked by this information, and Rachel continued on before she could voice another objection. “You need a licence to attend, so that they can carry out the necessary treatments in full compliance with the law. Honestly, I was worried Hunter was taking too big a step too soon, but now that I’ve seen him like this I’m glad he signed all the necessary paperwork while he was still thinking straight.”
Having tuned back in when Rachel started talking, both Avery and Morgan were saddened by what they heard, the shorter twin’s grip thankfully loosening enough for you to finally shout out another protest. “I told you she’s lying! I’ve never even heard of MCP-whatever. The first time I met this crazy bitch was at the beach yesterday!” You were aware that you were loosing your cool, but you could already see the future this horrible woman had planned for you unfolding before your eyes, and you would be damned if you allowed her to send you off to some institution who knows where.
True to form, Rachel feigned ignorance, appearing taken aback by your harsh words but not responding in kind. “There’s no need for aggression Hunter.” She frowned, as if something had just occurred to her. “Oh dear. Before it was just memory loss, but if you’re saying you saw me at the beach then I’m afraid that your condition is deteriorating even more rapidly than we had feared. The creation of artificial memories is rare even in MDPD sufferers. You’re quite convinced it was me?”
“Stop lying!” You could see Quinn looking at you in concern now but you blocked it out, focusing on the threat in front of you. “I recall exactly what happened. You came to the beach without any care for the tinies, except maybe for that poor guy Tony who’d you unlawfully trapped as your thong! When I called you on your fake licence you and your friend Isabella threatened me with a fake licence of my own!” Your eyes darkened as you thought of the next part, the existential threat still hanging over you. “And you followed through didn’t you!? I have a goddamn licence now!!”
Ignoring the rest of your rant like a trained professional, Rachel zeroed in on a single key piece of information. “Tony? Hunter, I would never trap anyone as my thong against their will, least of all Tony.” You scoffed, and opened your mouth to protest, but were interrupted by her next words and actions. “Here, you can ask him yourself.” Caught off guard by the suggestion, you could only stare as the psychiatrist undid the first few buttons of her blouse and nonchalantly plunged a hand into her own cleavage. Seconds later she pulled out a disoriented looking tiny, who you didn’t recognise but could only presume to be Tony, last seen in the form of a thong. Rachel shot the little guy a smile with far too pronounced teeth. “Everyone, this is my handsome little husband. Dear, Hunter seems to think I took you to the beach as my thong. Do you have any idea what he’s talking about?”
You could see Tony shiver as his owner ran a finger down his spine, and instantly knew this would end badly for you. The others didn’t seem to notice however, as the clearly intimated tiny spoke up in a timid voice. “Of course not d-dear. You’ve never done something like t-that to me.” There was a twitch in the hand that held the little man and he hurried on. Dull eyes flashed to you with a spark of apology, and you smiled grimly in response. “Of course, we’ve met a couple of times when he’s received treatment from you dear, but certainly never as a t-thong.” You hated the idea of a fellow tiny selling you out, though if you were honest you could somewhat understand. In all likelihood he’d been Rachel’s possession for some time, and a chance at salvation was worth almost anything.
To your horror, the others were looking increasingly uncertain in their convictions now. Morgan was now looking at you with concern while Quinn had an unreadable look. Avery just cuddled you all the harder as she sniffed sadly, pressing you against her breasts and ignoring your attempts to struggle free. Before any of you could speak Rachel casually dropped Tony back into her cleavage, pushing him down between the massive orbs again before reaching over to grab some files from the front desk. “If you still aren’t convinced then here. Documented attendance by Mr Hunter Woods at my clinic for the last few years, as well as further documentation around his licensing application.”
Seeming more hesitant now, Quinn reached out and took the fabricated papers, eyes widening slightly as she flipped them open and started to read their contents. Beside her, Morgan crowded close so she could get a look as well, while Avery looked back to Rebecca, only to see the older woman holding out her hand with an expectant look. The young model looked hesitant, and you sent her a pleading look, but it was enough to stop her from wordlessly handing you over, wholly convinced that she was doing the right thing. Your other roommates looked up at the motion and eyes narrowed, but there was little they could do to slow things down now without causing a scene.
You wanted to shout out again in protest, but Rachel had more experience then you could know, and even as she smiled down at you with apparent warmth, the fingers that seemed to cradle your body pressed down with expertly precise force on your diaphragm, robbing you of breath. “Don’t worry Hunter. I know you must be really confused and scared right now, but I promise we’re going to get you the help that you need.” At those words Quinn finally seemed to regain some of her earlier determination and looked ready to intervene, but she was interrupted as the psychiatrist made a beckoning motion towards a group of women standing at the opposite end of the foyer.
Confused, your roommates turn to see who Rachel was motioning to, your own eyes following their shifted gazes and nearly bugging out when you saw who was approaching. Two woman, looking to be of similar age to yourself and your roommates, were heading across the room in your direction. Each was dressed in purple nursing scrubs, which clung tightly enough to their bodies to leave little to the imagination. To put it simply, each of them was stunningly beautiful. One a pale blond with hair down to the middle of her back, and the other a tanned woman with a long brunette braid. More importantly, each of them sported outrageous curves that could compete even with Quinn’s, while still appearing to maintain a level of tone that kept their prodigious assets firm and perky.
You were momentarily distracted from your dire predicament as you watched the two nurses bounce over, their massive chests actually bouncing off one another at one point as they hurried over to greet Rachel. Words failed you as their massive forms came to a stop just a few feet away, the brilliant smiles on their faces seeming to hold no ill-intent as they each looked down at you for a moment before focusing back on the woman who was intent to make your life a living hell. To her credit, the psychiatrist’s smile never slipped, even as she continued to weave her malicious web. “Hello girls. Thank you for coming on such short notice, but I’m afraid this is a rather serious case, and Hunter here needs all the care that he can get.” She raised you slightly so you could better look the two in the eye. “He will be staying in the ward until his condition improves. I hope you will be able to accommodate his particular needs, as you have so many others in the past.”
In the instant, the attention of both nurses shifted entirely to yourself, and for a moment everyone else seemed to fade away as you looked upon such radiant and benevolent expressions. It was the brunette that spoke up, though the blonde nodded along as she did so. “Hey there little guy. I’m Talia, and this is Emily.” The blonde gave you a little wave. “We’re going to take you somewhere where you can be safe and cared for okay. You’ll love the ward I promise. Us to, and all of the other girls as well. We’ll do everything we can to make sure you find your true calling.” Though the content of her words still chilled you, you couldn’t find it in yourself to doubt their sincerity, not with the way the two continued to beam at you. Like you were something precious to defend at all costs.
Mesmerised, you couldn’t even find the will to protest as Rachel finally loosened her grip. “You’ll find that his licencing arrangements are all in order. General use licence as per your usual clause. Indefinite term, though with the option to switch to a specific licence if required.” Her lips twisted into a small concerned frown. “Just be aware that he’s having a dissociative episode at the moment, so he may not be fully compliant. Hopefully he’ll calm down soon. If not, you may need to take more extreme measures to help him.” With that ominous threat hanging over you, you suddenly found yourself tossed casually into the air, sailing across the distance between Rachel and the nurses.
But do you reach the nurses unimpeded, and if so are you even caught smoothly?
“Hunter agreed to sign a general usage licence so that he could undergo special treatment at a psychiatric ward for MCPD sufferers. They use cutting edge treatments to help disassociated tinies find their true personality, whether that be as a human…” She paused, smiling gently. “…or as an object serving the important purpose of assisting others in their day-to-day lives.” Quinn appeared shocked by this information, and Rachel continued on before she could voice another objection. “You need a licence to attend, so that they can carry out the necessary treatments in full compliance with the law. Honestly, I was worried Hunter was taking too big a step too soon, but now that I’ve seen him like this I’m glad he signed all the necessary paperwork while he was still thinking straight.”
Having tuned back in when Rachel started talking, both Avery and Morgan were saddened by what they heard, the shorter twin’s grip thankfully loosening enough for you to finally shout out another protest. “I told you she’s lying! I’ve never even heard of MCP-whatever. The first time I met this crazy bitch was at the beach yesterday!” You were aware that you were loosing your cool, but you could already see the future this horrible woman had planned for you unfolding before your eyes, and you would be damned if you allowed her to send you off to some institution who knows where.
True to form, Rachel feigned ignorance, appearing taken aback by your harsh words but not responding in kind. “There’s no need for aggression Hunter.” She frowned, as if something had just occurred to her. “Oh dear. Before it was just memory loss, but if you’re saying you saw me at the beach then I’m afraid that your condition is deteriorating even more rapidly than we had feared. The creation of artificial memories is rare even in MDPD sufferers. You’re quite convinced it was me?”
“Stop lying!” You could see Quinn looking at you in concern now but you blocked it out, focusing on the threat in front of you. “I recall exactly what happened. You came to the beach without any care for the tinies, except maybe for that poor guy Tony who’d you unlawfully trapped as your thong! When I called you on your fake licence you and your friend Isabella threatened me with a fake licence of my own!” Your eyes darkened as you thought of the next part, the existential threat still hanging over you. “And you followed through didn’t you!? I have a goddamn licence now!!”
Ignoring the rest of your rant like a trained professional, Rachel zeroed in on a single key piece of information. “Tony? Hunter, I would never trap anyone as my thong against their will, least of all Tony.” You scoffed, and opened your mouth to protest, but were interrupted by her next words and actions. “Here, you can ask him yourself.” Caught off guard by the suggestion, you could only stare as the psychiatrist undid the first few buttons of her blouse and nonchalantly plunged a hand into her own cleavage. Seconds later she pulled out a disoriented looking tiny, who you didn’t recognise but could only presume to be Tony, last seen in the form of a thong. Rachel shot the little guy a smile with far too pronounced teeth. “Everyone, this is my handsome little husband. Dear, Hunter seems to think I took you to the beach as my thong. Do you have any idea what he’s talking about?”
You could see Tony shiver as his owner ran a finger down his spine, and instantly knew this would end badly for you. The others didn’t seem to notice however, as the clearly intimated tiny spoke up in a timid voice. “Of course not d-dear. You’ve never done something like t-that to me.” There was a twitch in the hand that held the little man and he hurried on. Dull eyes flashed to you with a spark of apology, and you smiled grimly in response. “Of course, we’ve met a couple of times when he’s received treatment from you dear, but certainly never as a t-thong.” You hated the idea of a fellow tiny selling you out, though if you were honest you could somewhat understand. In all likelihood he’d been Rachel’s possession for some time, and a chance at salvation was worth almost anything.
To your horror, the others were looking increasingly uncertain in their convictions now. Morgan was now looking at you with concern while Quinn had an unreadable look. Avery just cuddled you all the harder as she sniffed sadly, pressing you against her breasts and ignoring your attempts to struggle free. Before any of you could speak Rachel casually dropped Tony back into her cleavage, pushing him down between the massive orbs again before reaching over to grab some files from the front desk. “If you still aren’t convinced then here. Documented attendance by Mr Hunter Woods at my clinic for the last few years, as well as further documentation around his licensing application.”
Seeming more hesitant now, Quinn reached out and took the fabricated papers, eyes widening slightly as she flipped them open and started to read their contents. Beside her, Morgan crowded close so she could get a look as well, while Avery looked back to Rebecca, only to see the older woman holding out her hand with an expectant look. The young model looked hesitant, and you sent her a pleading look, but it was enough to stop her from wordlessly handing you over, wholly convinced that she was doing the right thing. Your other roommates looked up at the motion and eyes narrowed, but there was little they could do to slow things down now without causing a scene.
You wanted to shout out again in protest, but Rachel had more experience then you could know, and even as she smiled down at you with apparent warmth, the fingers that seemed to cradle your body pressed down with expertly precise force on your diaphragm, robbing you of breath. “Don’t worry Hunter. I know you must be really confused and scared right now, but I promise we’re going to get you the help that you need.” At those words Quinn finally seemed to regain some of her earlier determination and looked ready to intervene, but she was interrupted as the psychiatrist made a beckoning motion towards a group of women standing at the opposite end of the foyer.
Confused, your roommates turn to see who Rachel was motioning to, your own eyes following their shifted gazes and nearly bugging out when you saw who was approaching. Two woman, looking to be of similar age to yourself and your roommates, were heading across the room in your direction. Each was dressed in purple nursing scrubs, which clung tightly enough to their bodies to leave little to the imagination. To put it simply, each of them was stunningly beautiful. One a pale blond with hair down to the middle of her back, and the other a tanned woman with a long brunette braid. More importantly, each of them sported outrageous curves that could compete even with Quinn’s, while still appearing to maintain a level of tone that kept their prodigious assets firm and perky.
You were momentarily distracted from your dire predicament as you watched the two nurses bounce over, their massive chests actually bouncing off one another at one point as they hurried over to greet Rachel. Words failed you as their massive forms came to a stop just a few feet away, the brilliant smiles on their faces seeming to hold no ill-intent as they each looked down at you for a moment before focusing back on the woman who was intent to make your life a living hell. To her credit, the psychiatrist’s smile never slipped, even as she continued to weave her malicious web. “Hello girls. Thank you for coming on such short notice, but I’m afraid this is a rather serious case, and Hunter here needs all the care that he can get.” She raised you slightly so you could better look the two in the eye. “He will be staying in the ward until his condition improves. I hope you will be able to accommodate his particular needs, as you have so many others in the past.”
In the instant, the attention of both nurses shifted entirely to yourself, and for a moment everyone else seemed to fade away as you looked upon such radiant and benevolent expressions. It was the brunette that spoke up, though the blonde nodded along as she did so. “Hey there little guy. I’m Talia, and this is Emily.” The blonde gave you a little wave. “We’re going to take you somewhere where you can be safe and cared for okay. You’ll love the ward I promise. Us to, and all of the other girls as well. We’ll do everything we can to make sure you find your true calling.” Though the content of her words still chilled you, you couldn’t find it in yourself to doubt their sincerity, not with the way the two continued to beam at you. Like you were something precious to defend at all costs.
Mesmerised, you couldn’t even find the will to protest as Rachel finally loosened her grip. “You’ll find that his licencing arrangements are all in order. General use licence as per your usual clause. Indefinite term, though with the option to switch to a specific licence if required.” Her lips twisted into a small concerned frown. “Just be aware that he’s having a dissociative episode at the moment, so he may not be fully compliant. Hopefully he’ll calm down soon. If not, you may need to take more extreme measures to help him.” With that ominous threat hanging over you, you suddenly found yourself tossed casually into the air, sailing across the distance between Rachel and the nurses.
But do you reach the nurses unimpeded, and if so are you even caught smoothly?
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