Dangerously Helpful Allira
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 16
by
copier
· original author:
azazel8
[This chapter was written in collaboration with kla]
Looking down at your still partially flattened body, Allira’s eyes were kind but sad, and you instantly knew that this was not going to end well for you. You tried to speak up again, to make your case, but it was a struggle just to form words, and even if you could, the redhead’s much louder voice would have drowned you out. “It must be so hard to be confused all the time about what you want to be. Where you belong in the world. I can hardly imagine.” Again, you couldn’t doubt her sincerity even as you wanted to scream that she was wrong, noting the moisture forming in the corner of her eyes. “But, I want you to know that you are doing the right thing by coming to this institution. Someday you’re going to be better because of that choice. Not tomorrow, but that day will come I promise.”
You would have given anything for the chance to truly sit this girl down and explain what had happened to you, feeling that if you could just get her to listen she would help you, but any chance you may have had to speak again was lost as her fingers wrapped around you in a tight squeeze. Lifted from the table you quickly found yourself pressed firmly against the underside of Allira’s chest, the warmth and mass of her bosom bearing down on you as she held you against the massive orbs. From here, you could no longer see her face or physically signal your distress as she pressed you harder and murmured soothing words as she rocked slightly, battering you with the slight bouncing of her chest. “It’s a big change, but you’re going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay.”
Hiding another smirk behind a genuine seeming smile, Miller made sure the redhead perused your altered file before advising her she was free to go, watching her leave with a mild order to make sure you were “settled in” successfully. You were finally given a chance to breath again as Allira entered the hallway, her cupped hands moving away from her chest enough for you to see her face above the imposing mass of her breasts. Pulling in air, you tried to speak, but only got halfway through your first ‘please’ before being shushed gently, chestnut eyes flicking down to you before a thumb curved inwards to stroke your head. Presumably the gesture was intended to be a light touch, but you found your mouth unintentionally smeared shut as the smooth digit ran across your face.
Curling in her fingers to gently touch and support her charge, Allira kept her eyes fixed ahead as she navigated towards her room, petting and stroking the little guy by touch alone. “I know little one. I know you’re confused right now, but it will pass in time. You’re not the first tiny to come in here with such disjointed memories, I can assure you. We’ve dealt with this before. Many times.” Feeling that her poor patient was still struggling somewhat she allowed herself to reminisce for his benefit. “In fact, just a few weeks ago a man named Greg checked in, but then insistent that he had been tricked into signing up by his younger sister, who just wanted to get rid of him over a disagreement.”
The redhead sighed deeply. “It’s so sad that MDPD can make tinies even turn against their own family members. People who have loved and been loved by them their whole lives.” It had been so sad to watch the man weep and beg to be released, while cursing his poor sister the whole time, and Allira had wanted so much to help him, though she had understood that she was not ready for such a task. “Fortunately, Dr Miller saw how much help little Greg needed and assigned him to one of our best nurses, Kayleigh. You probably saw her when you were brought in. The Irish girl using the treadmill. Well, anyway, Greg has been her bra for weeks now, and he’s really making progress.”
Free from Allira’s indoctrination, you could see the story for what it really was, and your heart went out to the man whose sister had doomed him to this life, wondering if you may have suffered a similar fate had Tracy never seen the light. Not that you could do much to help him now. Distracted as she was by her own story, your so-called caregiver’s fingers had started to drum down on you with increasing force, flattening you out slightly with each blow as you were pushed down into the warm flesh below. As the nurse’s mind wandered, fingers began to pinch and pull at your flattened edges, your struggles fading to nothing as you were slowly morphed into a two-dimensional figure.
Oblivious to your torment, Allira continued to speak, her previously forlorn expression taking on a degree of hopefulness as she did so. “Kayleigh was given strict orders to give Greg her all until he remembered that he had signed himself up and that he was here to help himself accept his true calling and the general usage licence he had signed.” Eyes finally flicking back to your squished body, the redhead noted your horrified expression, but misinterpreted it as concern for your fellow tiny’s mental state, smiling gently in response. “Don’t worry. Greg is going to be just fine, just like our other patients. When he first arrived he tried to reform himself whenever Kayleigh wasn’t wearing him, and sometimes even when she was, but after Dr Miller advised Kayleigh to start wearing him to bed he’s improved tremendously. The doctors have him reform sometimes for his therapy sessions, but other than that he’s been a bra pretty much twenty-four seven for the last two weeks.”
Used to seeing tinies in a variety of squished states when they weren’t being twisted into objects, Allira thought nothing of your flattened body. As far as she was concerned it was a perfectly natural, and comfortable, state and her only response was to peel you from her flesh and start to manipulate and stretch you more deliberately, in what she thought was a form of soothing massage. “I promise you little one, I won’t let you get stuck here for years like some of our patients. I’m sure they’re content in their own ways, but I intend to have you better by the end of year so you can get out there and find your true calling. Maybe as a man, if that’s what you really want, but I can’t recall a patient whose made that choice in the end. Really, I hope you’ll be able to find a way in which you can enrich both your life and someone else’s as well. Who could ask for anything more than that?”
It was an argument you had heard before, the type touted by the so-called tiny rights activists who had championed the creation and subsequent propagation of Baker’s Law and usage licences. You had never trusted their words. Had never felt any twinge of desire to consign your life to being used as a licence. Recent events had only strengthened your resolve, and now you wondered if any tiny had ever truly consented to be used. If even Thomas Swift, the first ever recipient of a usage licence and the unacknowledged second-party who had incited the enactment of the Baker’s Law, had truly willingly consigned himself to a lifetime wrapped around the massive derriere of Amy Baker.
While you were lost in thought, your captor entered a room and stopped walking, and you were able to turn far enough to get a basic idea of the layout. The usual vestiges of a small apartment was dominated by two beds placed against opposite walls, and small doors on each side lead to what looked to be a walk-in wardrobe and an en-suite bathroom respectively. Your footing, such as it was, shifted as you were flipped into a single hand and the other gestured to the surrounding room. “This is my dorm room, so I guess it’s your room now as well. It will be you, me, my roommate, and my roommate’s tiny. Don’t worry you’ll meet her later. I’m sure she’ll love having another tiny around.”
The way that she referred to this other tiny as more an object that a person concerned you greatly, like you wouldn’t be interested in meeting him. Like the mere idea was nonsense. Your concern wasn’t lessened at all as you found yourself sailing through the air again before flopping down on an admittedly soft bed, tossed as casually as someone might displace their phone or other accessory. On the bright side, your mangled body was finally given the chance to start pulling itself back together, some minor definition return to your arms as you labouredly rolled yourself over and looked back at the towering Allira, expecting a disinterested gaze or perhaps a dismissive wave.
The sight that greeted you instead nearly derailed your mind entirely, momentarily flashing back to your first sight of the nurses working out in the foyer. Above you, equally alluring all on her own, Allira had begun to pull off her scrubs, endless expanses of flawless skin being revealed with each tug and twist. It was clear that the outfit was designed to fit tightly as the ochre-skinned redhead bounced and shook to free herself, visible vibrations travelling through the revealed flesh as outer layers fell away, revealing undergarments that appeared overstrained and several sizes too small to restrain the monstrous curves beneath. Your mouth instantly went dry as you stared at the revealed skin, almost nothing hidden from your eyes. Sweat gleamed across heated flesh as the nursed sighed in relief, hands running sensually over her own body as she revelled in the cool air striking her skin.
While you remained shell-shocked, Allira returned her gaze to you with a small smile, and you weren’t sure if you were imaging the sultry look in her eyes. She took a step forward and you gulped as her assets bounced invitingly. “Okay little one. I’m sorry I made you wait, but we can get to work now. Dr Miller said to run you through a number of different forms, but why don’t we start with…”
Looking down at your still partially flattened body, Allira’s eyes were kind but sad, and you instantly knew that this was not going to end well for you. You tried to speak up again, to make your case, but it was a struggle just to form words, and even if you could, the redhead’s much louder voice would have drowned you out. “It must be so hard to be confused all the time about what you want to be. Where you belong in the world. I can hardly imagine.” Again, you couldn’t doubt her sincerity even as you wanted to scream that she was wrong, noting the moisture forming in the corner of her eyes. “But, I want you to know that you are doing the right thing by coming to this institution. Someday you’re going to be better because of that choice. Not tomorrow, but that day will come I promise.”
You would have given anything for the chance to truly sit this girl down and explain what had happened to you, feeling that if you could just get her to listen she would help you, but any chance you may have had to speak again was lost as her fingers wrapped around you in a tight squeeze. Lifted from the table you quickly found yourself pressed firmly against the underside of Allira’s chest, the warmth and mass of her bosom bearing down on you as she held you against the massive orbs. From here, you could no longer see her face or physically signal your distress as she pressed you harder and murmured soothing words as she rocked slightly, battering you with the slight bouncing of her chest. “It’s a big change, but you’re going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay.”
Hiding another smirk behind a genuine seeming smile, Miller made sure the redhead perused your altered file before advising her she was free to go, watching her leave with a mild order to make sure you were “settled in” successfully. You were finally given a chance to breath again as Allira entered the hallway, her cupped hands moving away from her chest enough for you to see her face above the imposing mass of her breasts. Pulling in air, you tried to speak, but only got halfway through your first ‘please’ before being shushed gently, chestnut eyes flicking down to you before a thumb curved inwards to stroke your head. Presumably the gesture was intended to be a light touch, but you found your mouth unintentionally smeared shut as the smooth digit ran across your face.
Curling in her fingers to gently touch and support her charge, Allira kept her eyes fixed ahead as she navigated towards her room, petting and stroking the little guy by touch alone. “I know little one. I know you’re confused right now, but it will pass in time. You’re not the first tiny to come in here with such disjointed memories, I can assure you. We’ve dealt with this before. Many times.” Feeling that her poor patient was still struggling somewhat she allowed herself to reminisce for his benefit. “In fact, just a few weeks ago a man named Greg checked in, but then insistent that he had been tricked into signing up by his younger sister, who just wanted to get rid of him over a disagreement.”
The redhead sighed deeply. “It’s so sad that MDPD can make tinies even turn against their own family members. People who have loved and been loved by them their whole lives.” It had been so sad to watch the man weep and beg to be released, while cursing his poor sister the whole time, and Allira had wanted so much to help him, though she had understood that she was not ready for such a task. “Fortunately, Dr Miller saw how much help little Greg needed and assigned him to one of our best nurses, Kayleigh. You probably saw her when you were brought in. The Irish girl using the treadmill. Well, anyway, Greg has been her bra for weeks now, and he’s really making progress.”
Free from Allira’s indoctrination, you could see the story for what it really was, and your heart went out to the man whose sister had doomed him to this life, wondering if you may have suffered a similar fate had Tracy never seen the light. Not that you could do much to help him now. Distracted as she was by her own story, your so-called caregiver’s fingers had started to drum down on you with increasing force, flattening you out slightly with each blow as you were pushed down into the warm flesh below. As the nurse’s mind wandered, fingers began to pinch and pull at your flattened edges, your struggles fading to nothing as you were slowly morphed into a two-dimensional figure.
Oblivious to your torment, Allira continued to speak, her previously forlorn expression taking on a degree of hopefulness as she did so. “Kayleigh was given strict orders to give Greg her all until he remembered that he had signed himself up and that he was here to help himself accept his true calling and the general usage licence he had signed.” Eyes finally flicking back to your squished body, the redhead noted your horrified expression, but misinterpreted it as concern for your fellow tiny’s mental state, smiling gently in response. “Don’t worry. Greg is going to be just fine, just like our other patients. When he first arrived he tried to reform himself whenever Kayleigh wasn’t wearing him, and sometimes even when she was, but after Dr Miller advised Kayleigh to start wearing him to bed he’s improved tremendously. The doctors have him reform sometimes for his therapy sessions, but other than that he’s been a bra pretty much twenty-four seven for the last two weeks.”
Used to seeing tinies in a variety of squished states when they weren’t being twisted into objects, Allira thought nothing of your flattened body. As far as she was concerned it was a perfectly natural, and comfortable, state and her only response was to peel you from her flesh and start to manipulate and stretch you more deliberately, in what she thought was a form of soothing massage. “I promise you little one, I won’t let you get stuck here for years like some of our patients. I’m sure they’re content in their own ways, but I intend to have you better by the end of year so you can get out there and find your true calling. Maybe as a man, if that’s what you really want, but I can’t recall a patient whose made that choice in the end. Really, I hope you’ll be able to find a way in which you can enrich both your life and someone else’s as well. Who could ask for anything more than that?”
It was an argument you had heard before, the type touted by the so-called tiny rights activists who had championed the creation and subsequent propagation of Baker’s Law and usage licences. You had never trusted their words. Had never felt any twinge of desire to consign your life to being used as a licence. Recent events had only strengthened your resolve, and now you wondered if any tiny had ever truly consented to be used. If even Thomas Swift, the first ever recipient of a usage licence and the unacknowledged second-party who had incited the enactment of the Baker’s Law, had truly willingly consigned himself to a lifetime wrapped around the massive derriere of Amy Baker.
While you were lost in thought, your captor entered a room and stopped walking, and you were able to turn far enough to get a basic idea of the layout. The usual vestiges of a small apartment was dominated by two beds placed against opposite walls, and small doors on each side lead to what looked to be a walk-in wardrobe and an en-suite bathroom respectively. Your footing, such as it was, shifted as you were flipped into a single hand and the other gestured to the surrounding room. “This is my dorm room, so I guess it’s your room now as well. It will be you, me, my roommate, and my roommate’s tiny. Don’t worry you’ll meet her later. I’m sure she’ll love having another tiny around.”
The way that she referred to this other tiny as more an object that a person concerned you greatly, like you wouldn’t be interested in meeting him. Like the mere idea was nonsense. Your concern wasn’t lessened at all as you found yourself sailing through the air again before flopping down on an admittedly soft bed, tossed as casually as someone might displace their phone or other accessory. On the bright side, your mangled body was finally given the chance to start pulling itself back together, some minor definition return to your arms as you labouredly rolled yourself over and looked back at the towering Allira, expecting a disinterested gaze or perhaps a dismissive wave.
The sight that greeted you instead nearly derailed your mind entirely, momentarily flashing back to your first sight of the nurses working out in the foyer. Above you, equally alluring all on her own, Allira had begun to pull off her scrubs, endless expanses of flawless skin being revealed with each tug and twist. It was clear that the outfit was designed to fit tightly as the ochre-skinned redhead bounced and shook to free herself, visible vibrations travelling through the revealed flesh as outer layers fell away, revealing undergarments that appeared overstrained and several sizes too small to restrain the monstrous curves beneath. Your mouth instantly went dry as you stared at the revealed skin, almost nothing hidden from your eyes. Sweat gleamed across heated flesh as the nursed sighed in relief, hands running sensually over her own body as she revelled in the cool air striking her skin.
While you remained shell-shocked, Allira returned her gaze to you with a small smile, and you weren’t sure if you were imaging the sultry look in her eyes. She took a step forward and you gulped as her assets bounced invitingly. “Okay little one. I’m sorry I made you wait, but we can get to work now. Dr Miller said to run you through a number of different forms, but why don’t we start with…”
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