On the Road to Purgatory
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 13
by
copier
· original author:
azazel8
[This chapter was written in collaboration with kla]
Your airborne journey was short-lived as Emily’s soft hands quickly closed around you. Before you could even speak, she cradled you to her chest much as Avery had done, though with her more prodigious assets in play you found yourself quickly sinking into the warm embrace. A pale hand pressed flat against your back and held you in place, and for a moment you recalled some distant memory from your infancy when you had been held against your mother’s breast just like this. You weren’t a baby anymore though, and you could feel more than one part of yourself stiffen as your face turned violently red, though if the blonde noticed she made no attempt to loosen her hold.
Although the sound of Emily’s heartbeat now resonated in your eyes, you could hear the beginnings of a protest from Quinn, only for the raven-haired girl to be cut off as Talia interjected, expertly placing herself between her colleague and your roommates. “Fiends of Mr Woods?” She didn’t wait for a response, apparently having drawn her own conclusion. “Don’t worry, he’s going to get all the help he needs. We need to take him now but if you want to see him visiting hours are Wednesdays from 2pm to 4pm. However, we do asked that you not visit him for the first two weeks of his treatment, in order to not disturb the necessary adjustment period.”
The discussion continued, but faded out of your hearing as Emily started to move away, the breast in-front of you starting to bounce against your held form, rubbing you up and down as you fought to regain your bearings. The blonde was half-way across the lobby before you managed to call out. “Wait! There’s been a mistake! I’m not supposed to go to the wa-mph!” You were cut off as the hand against your back pushed harder, your mouth suddenly too full to function.
Above you, Emily cooed gently, fingers stroking your back in an attempt to impart comfort. “Shh… I know you’re confused right now, but you don’t have to worry okay. I’ve got all of your paperwork on my phone already. Mr Hunter Woods, age 21. High priority. Committed for treatment of long-term MDPD.” She smiled sadly, hating to see little guys like you in such distress due to conditions beyond your control. “We’re going to do all that we can to help, no matter how long it takes. Our ward has a great success rate in helping tinies like you find their true calling, no matter what it may be.”
You wanted to tell her that your ‘true calling’ was being a man, but your mouth remained full as she continued on, oblivious to your discomfort. “Some tinies remain in our care for years, but if you work hard I’m sure you can be out in a few short months.” Your blood ran cold at the idea of being confined to some institution for months, especially if that was the best case scenario. You had no idea what to expect, but you struggled and squirmed to make your displeasure known, only to be pressed yet harder into the yielding flesh before you as Emily cooed above. “Save your strength little guy. You should get some rest for now. The doctors will explain once we get to the ward.”
The sound of a car-door opening preceded a moment of vertigo as Emily dropped into the passenger seat and closed the door behind her. For a moment all you could hear was the steady beat of the blonde’s heart before the click of another door and a soft whump as Talia climbed in to the driver’s side. The car’s ignition roared to life and mild vibrations began to run through you as the vehicle pulled out into traffic and quickly carried you away from any hope of salvation. Beside you, the brunette spared a brief glance and smile for the little guy pressed against her partner’s chest before focusing back on the road. “It so sad that so many tinies loose their way like this. His friends really seemed to care for him too.” She sighed, but smiled a moment later as her fingers tapped at the wheel. “Still, it feels really good to be part of the solution you know?”
Emily smiled and laughed, finally releasing some of the pressure on you and allowing you to take deep breaths of air. “I know. I know. I hate that they have to deal with stuff like this, but it’s great that Dr Miller’s treatments have been so successful.” Cradling you in her palm, she reached down with her free hand to peel off her left flat and run a finger along the insole within, her smile soft as she did so. “I’m hoping that Dr Miller is going to approve Sammy for release soon. We’ve been working so hard these last few months and I just know we’ve made some real breakthroughs.” With a happy sound she slipped the shoe back on and gave it a few good stomps for emphasis.
Talia nodded knowingly. “Yeah. It’s taken him longer than some, but I think we’ve finally gotten there.” She shot another smile at her friend. “Thanks in no small part to you of course.” Emily blushed but nodded appreciatively as the brunette continued. “I’m also hoping that they’ll give Ben a clean bill of health soon as well.” Keeping both hands on the wheel, the prodigious girl twisted slightly in her seat, her mammoth rear shifting from side-to-side as it started to chew up the back of her pants. “I’ll be sad to see him go since we’ve been together for over a year now, but I just want what’s best for him, you know. And I’m sure all of the other girls who’ve cared for him would agree.” She laughed lightly, eyes flicking to you briefly as they pulled up to a red light. “I guess that means both of us may be available for a new charge in the near-future. Maybe even little Hunter here.”
Listening in, you had no idea what the two nurses were talking about, but suspected it was nothing good, especially as both women favoured you with inviting smiles. “Excuse me.” You nearly sighed in relief as your words didn’t prompt Emily to crush you to her chest once more. “Please tell me what you are talking about. Who is Dr Miller? What charges? Who are Sammy and Ben?” You had a million other questions as well but you felt those would do for now. You didn’t like the sound of any of this and just wished desperately that you could go back and undo your challenge to Rachel.
Giggling slightly, Emily unexpectedly lowered you away from her chest and instead placed you on the seat between her legs, the shelf of her breasts blocking your view of her face. Talia’s voice filtered down from above as the car rumbled back into motion. “You’ll have to wait for your evaluation. But we’ll happily show you the ropes after that.” You wanted to ask what an evaluation was, but were cut off as the car suddenly turned sharply and came to a stop once more. “We’re here.” This time it was the brunette who scooped you up, and you found yourself once more pressed into the inviting warmth of a woman’s chest as the two climbed out of the car and headed inside.
You heard the faint whir of automatic doors and the sound of a cherry greeting from a woman you couldn’t see, your vision dominated by Talia’s chest. It was Emily who responded. “Hey Grace. We brought the new guy, Hunter. Say hello little guy.” You were allowed to breath as your handler pulled you away from her chest enough to let you see the bespectacled brunette sitting behind what appeared to be a small reception desk, her smile kind and wave friendly as she met your gaze. “Welcome little guy. I’m so glad to have you here.” You couldn’t see all of her from her seated position, but from what you could see she was as curvy and beautiful as her colleagues.
No longer knowing what to even say you just waved back but remained quiet as you were carried past the reception, thinking perhaps it might be better to just wait and talk to this Dr Miller, hoping that they at least would be more reasonable. Such thoughts, however, were stricken from your mind as Emily and Talia stepped into the next room and your jaw dropped at the sight that awaited you.
More than a dozen beautiful women occupied the expansive space. All looking to be in their 20s, and with a wide range of ethnicities, yet all matching in regard to their massive curves and universally beautiful complexions. On one side of the room several donned the same purple scrubs as Emily and Talia and either sat at a table playing cards or milled around a coffee machine, seemingly waiting for something. On the other side a smaller group were engaging in what appeared to be a full-powered workout. A freckled redhead, fiery hair flowing out behind her, was running full-tilt on a treadmill, her beautiful form clad only in a tan thong and bra that appeared several sizes too small, while her feet lacked shoes, covered only in what appeared to be tan socks of some kind. Nearby, two other nurses, one who appeared of Southeast Asian descent, and the other Middle Eastern seemed to be cooling down after their own intense workouts, their bodies slick with sweat as they shared a tan washcloth that already looked to be filled to bursting to wipe away the excess perspiration.
Mesmerised, and more than a little aroused, you were momentarily too caught up in day dreams to realise the truth. It was only when a younger nurse whose look you could best describe as ‘perky goth’ missed her mark during an enthusiastic one-woman game of handball against the nearest wall that you realised the cruel reality. Off-balance, the raven-haired girl’s foot slammed down on the tan ball she had been using to play, a squeak of surprise emitting from her throat followed by an earnest “Sorry!” and the look of someone who had just accidentally kicked a puppy. A tan object addressed as a living thing. Something you recognised all too well. Realising exactly what kind of fate awaited you here, you began to struggle desperately, pushing at the fingers that surrounded you as you tried to pull free. Caught off guard, Talia grip loosened slightly as she looked down at you in concern.
But do you manage to escape, or do you remain at the mercy of the oblivious nurses?
Your airborne journey was short-lived as Emily’s soft hands quickly closed around you. Before you could even speak, she cradled you to her chest much as Avery had done, though with her more prodigious assets in play you found yourself quickly sinking into the warm embrace. A pale hand pressed flat against your back and held you in place, and for a moment you recalled some distant memory from your infancy when you had been held against your mother’s breast just like this. You weren’t a baby anymore though, and you could feel more than one part of yourself stiffen as your face turned violently red, though if the blonde noticed she made no attempt to loosen her hold.
Although the sound of Emily’s heartbeat now resonated in your eyes, you could hear the beginnings of a protest from Quinn, only for the raven-haired girl to be cut off as Talia interjected, expertly placing herself between her colleague and your roommates. “Fiends of Mr Woods?” She didn’t wait for a response, apparently having drawn her own conclusion. “Don’t worry, he’s going to get all the help he needs. We need to take him now but if you want to see him visiting hours are Wednesdays from 2pm to 4pm. However, we do asked that you not visit him for the first two weeks of his treatment, in order to not disturb the necessary adjustment period.”
The discussion continued, but faded out of your hearing as Emily started to move away, the breast in-front of you starting to bounce against your held form, rubbing you up and down as you fought to regain your bearings. The blonde was half-way across the lobby before you managed to call out. “Wait! There’s been a mistake! I’m not supposed to go to the wa-mph!” You were cut off as the hand against your back pushed harder, your mouth suddenly too full to function.
Above you, Emily cooed gently, fingers stroking your back in an attempt to impart comfort. “Shh… I know you’re confused right now, but you don’t have to worry okay. I’ve got all of your paperwork on my phone already. Mr Hunter Woods, age 21. High priority. Committed for treatment of long-term MDPD.” She smiled sadly, hating to see little guys like you in such distress due to conditions beyond your control. “We’re going to do all that we can to help, no matter how long it takes. Our ward has a great success rate in helping tinies like you find their true calling, no matter what it may be.”
You wanted to tell her that your ‘true calling’ was being a man, but your mouth remained full as she continued on, oblivious to your discomfort. “Some tinies remain in our care for years, but if you work hard I’m sure you can be out in a few short months.” Your blood ran cold at the idea of being confined to some institution for months, especially if that was the best case scenario. You had no idea what to expect, but you struggled and squirmed to make your displeasure known, only to be pressed yet harder into the yielding flesh before you as Emily cooed above. “Save your strength little guy. You should get some rest for now. The doctors will explain once we get to the ward.”
The sound of a car-door opening preceded a moment of vertigo as Emily dropped into the passenger seat and closed the door behind her. For a moment all you could hear was the steady beat of the blonde’s heart before the click of another door and a soft whump as Talia climbed in to the driver’s side. The car’s ignition roared to life and mild vibrations began to run through you as the vehicle pulled out into traffic and quickly carried you away from any hope of salvation. Beside you, the brunette spared a brief glance and smile for the little guy pressed against her partner’s chest before focusing back on the road. “It so sad that so many tinies loose their way like this. His friends really seemed to care for him too.” She sighed, but smiled a moment later as her fingers tapped at the wheel. “Still, it feels really good to be part of the solution you know?”
Emily smiled and laughed, finally releasing some of the pressure on you and allowing you to take deep breaths of air. “I know. I know. I hate that they have to deal with stuff like this, but it’s great that Dr Miller’s treatments have been so successful.” Cradling you in her palm, she reached down with her free hand to peel off her left flat and run a finger along the insole within, her smile soft as she did so. “I’m hoping that Dr Miller is going to approve Sammy for release soon. We’ve been working so hard these last few months and I just know we’ve made some real breakthroughs.” With a happy sound she slipped the shoe back on and gave it a few good stomps for emphasis.
Talia nodded knowingly. “Yeah. It’s taken him longer than some, but I think we’ve finally gotten there.” She shot another smile at her friend. “Thanks in no small part to you of course.” Emily blushed but nodded appreciatively as the brunette continued. “I’m also hoping that they’ll give Ben a clean bill of health soon as well.” Keeping both hands on the wheel, the prodigious girl twisted slightly in her seat, her mammoth rear shifting from side-to-side as it started to chew up the back of her pants. “I’ll be sad to see him go since we’ve been together for over a year now, but I just want what’s best for him, you know. And I’m sure all of the other girls who’ve cared for him would agree.” She laughed lightly, eyes flicking to you briefly as they pulled up to a red light. “I guess that means both of us may be available for a new charge in the near-future. Maybe even little Hunter here.”
Listening in, you had no idea what the two nurses were talking about, but suspected it was nothing good, especially as both women favoured you with inviting smiles. “Excuse me.” You nearly sighed in relief as your words didn’t prompt Emily to crush you to her chest once more. “Please tell me what you are talking about. Who is Dr Miller? What charges? Who are Sammy and Ben?” You had a million other questions as well but you felt those would do for now. You didn’t like the sound of any of this and just wished desperately that you could go back and undo your challenge to Rachel.
Giggling slightly, Emily unexpectedly lowered you away from her chest and instead placed you on the seat between her legs, the shelf of her breasts blocking your view of her face. Talia’s voice filtered down from above as the car rumbled back into motion. “You’ll have to wait for your evaluation. But we’ll happily show you the ropes after that.” You wanted to ask what an evaluation was, but were cut off as the car suddenly turned sharply and came to a stop once more. “We’re here.” This time it was the brunette who scooped you up, and you found yourself once more pressed into the inviting warmth of a woman’s chest as the two climbed out of the car and headed inside.
You heard the faint whir of automatic doors and the sound of a cherry greeting from a woman you couldn’t see, your vision dominated by Talia’s chest. It was Emily who responded. “Hey Grace. We brought the new guy, Hunter. Say hello little guy.” You were allowed to breath as your handler pulled you away from her chest enough to let you see the bespectacled brunette sitting behind what appeared to be a small reception desk, her smile kind and wave friendly as she met your gaze. “Welcome little guy. I’m so glad to have you here.” You couldn’t see all of her from her seated position, but from what you could see she was as curvy and beautiful as her colleagues.
No longer knowing what to even say you just waved back but remained quiet as you were carried past the reception, thinking perhaps it might be better to just wait and talk to this Dr Miller, hoping that they at least would be more reasonable. Such thoughts, however, were stricken from your mind as Emily and Talia stepped into the next room and your jaw dropped at the sight that awaited you.
More than a dozen beautiful women occupied the expansive space. All looking to be in their 20s, and with a wide range of ethnicities, yet all matching in regard to their massive curves and universally beautiful complexions. On one side of the room several donned the same purple scrubs as Emily and Talia and either sat at a table playing cards or milled around a coffee machine, seemingly waiting for something. On the other side a smaller group were engaging in what appeared to be a full-powered workout. A freckled redhead, fiery hair flowing out behind her, was running full-tilt on a treadmill, her beautiful form clad only in a tan thong and bra that appeared several sizes too small, while her feet lacked shoes, covered only in what appeared to be tan socks of some kind. Nearby, two other nurses, one who appeared of Southeast Asian descent, and the other Middle Eastern seemed to be cooling down after their own intense workouts, their bodies slick with sweat as they shared a tan washcloth that already looked to be filled to bursting to wipe away the excess perspiration.
Mesmerised, and more than a little aroused, you were momentarily too caught up in day dreams to realise the truth. It was only when a younger nurse whose look you could best describe as ‘perky goth’ missed her mark during an enthusiastic one-woman game of handball against the nearest wall that you realised the cruel reality. Off-balance, the raven-haired girl’s foot slammed down on the tan ball she had been using to play, a squeak of surprise emitting from her throat followed by an earnest “Sorry!” and the look of someone who had just accidentally kicked a puppy. A tan object addressed as a living thing. Something you recognised all too well. Realising exactly what kind of fate awaited you here, you began to struggle desperately, pushing at the fingers that surrounded you as you tried to pull free. Caught off guard, Talia grip loosened slightly as she looked down at you in concern.
But do you manage to escape, or do you remain at the mercy of the oblivious nurses?
92 views
·
April 23, 2025
Log in to comment