Sinking Deeper into Despair
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 18
by
copier
· original author:
azazel8
[This chapter was written in collaboration with kla]
Trapped deep within Allira’s rear, you were left alone with your thoughts as the nurse cleaned up and got ready to leave, focusing through the pain to reflect on how this cruel situation was both frustratingly familiar and chillingly unique. It certainly was not the first time you’d been used as a thong, though you weren’t sure if you’d ever experienced a posterior quite so large yet firm as the oblivious nurse’s. The pressure and residual heat of her booty’s embrace was intense even for you, and you dreaded what it would be like once the redhead really started to move. Especially if this girl decided that wearing you wasn’t enough for your ‘treatment’ and that further tests were required.
While you’d experienced being used as a thong or similar in the past, back then your use had always either been accidental or deliberately malicious. If accidental, you had always been able to hold onto the hope that you would eventually be found, either when you were eventually removed or when your wearer finally felt your feeble struggles. Even Norah, oblivious as she was, couldn’t realistically keep you trapped unaware forever. And when malicious, there had always at least been a clear end time to your torment. Punishments from your mother never lasted more than a few days, and even at her worst Tracy had never really wanted you to disappear forever, even retrieving you a few times when you were carried away by some other girl or woman rather than loose her brother and toy.
This time though, you were trapped with someone who knew exactly where you were and had no intention whatsoever of going easy on you. Not out of maliciousness, but because she genuinely seemed to believe that she was helping you. That you were a vulnerable patient in need of a caring and nurturing nurse. You’d witnessed your fair share of naivety towards your kind, and been on the receiving end of it more than once, but this was on a whole different level. Between the lies that you were sure had been told by Allira’s mother to justify her own kidnapping of an innocent man, and the insidious manipulations of Dr Miller and her cohorts, the buxom redhead had been turned into a near-perfect prison for containing troublesome tinies. Worse, here she was only one among many.
Through long experience you were able to filter out the otherwise deafening sounds of Allira’s body and focus on listening to the outside world, hoping against hope to identify some potential source of salvation. Right now though all you could hear was some light humming from your host, which soon morphed into a little moan as she reached back to massage her cheeks one last time before leaving. The small sound of pleasure was quickly swallowed as the nurse reminded herself to focus on the needs of her patient, rather than her own pleasure, though all that meant for you was a firm ‘hug’ as her butt clamped down harder, and the grinding of a fresh wave of sweat into your sodden form.
Attention still torn between her job and the delightful feeling of having a tiny man wrapped around her hips, Allira turned to leave the room at last, only to rebound soon after with a cute “eep” as she softly collided with another nurse just stepping inside. Several inches taller than the redhead, with snow white skin, piercing blue eyes and pale blond hair that reached her knees, the new arrival sported the same ridiculous curves as the other ward staff, with their respective chests providing enough of an airbag to prevent the two nurses from bumping heads. Even still, your caretaker stumbled back a step, her buttocks clenching hard around you in anticipation for a fall, only to relax again a moment later as the newcomer reached out and caught her arm, keeping her upright.
Breathing out a sigh of relief as her body unclenched, Allira fixed the new arrival with the same sincere gaze she had once directed towards yourself. “Thanks Svetlana. Sorry, I had my head in the clouds and wasn’t paying attention.” Though you couldn’t see her to appreciate the view, your wearer’s roommate was the kind of woman who would have turned your head if you had one right now, sporting delicate features and the sort of fine bone structure suitable for a high-class model. If not for her massive curves she could easily have been one, and though a few years older than Allira, the blonde was yet to show it, waving a slender hand easily as she accepted the apology. “It’s fine. I was also distracted, so we were equally at fault. It’s just that I…” There was a hint of an accent to her words, though more importantly, buried in booty though you were, even you could hear the hitch in her voice as she trailed off from that last sentence. Unseen by you, she also bit her lip and averted her gaze, unable to meet her companion’s eyes as she forced herself not to start crying again.
Despite her complete inability to properly interpret the needs and desires of tinies, Allira was, in general, an empathetic woman, and she immediately knew that something was wrong as Svetlana struggled not to break down. “What is it?” Rather than respond immediately, the other nurse moved past to sit heavily on one of the beds, the redhead jumping to join her a moment later, momentarily forgetting her charge as she dropped heavily onto the mattress with a solid thump, subjecting you to a fresh wave of crushing as the world pressed in on you from all sides. You groaned wordlessly as the pressure and heat kicked up a notch, taking only some small comfort in that the grinding had ceased.
Oblivious to your situation, Svetlana ran a hand through her long hair as she gathered her thoughts, glancing at the earnest face of her younger co-worker and wondering just how to express her own failings. She knew that Allira truly looked up to her, and didn’t want to disappoint her friend, but also knew it was important to be honest. After all, it would benefit them both to learn from her mistakes. “I just got back from Dr Miller’s office. She… she had me hand over my Squi- I mean, Felix, to her. Temporarily she said, because he had a… a relapse.” She sighed deeply, hand going to her eyes as she gathered her thoughts. “They’re going to call in Ms Rachel for another therapy session, since she’s the referring therapist, and discuss whether… whether they need to reassess his treatment.”
Resisting, for now, the urge to hug her friend, Allira instead opted to place her own hand on the other nurse’s knee, giving it a soft squeeze. “You’ve mentioned before that Felix has issues with false memories. Did… did he start expressing them again? My little guy, Dr Miller says he has the same problem.” Remembering your location, she clenched her cheeks again to make sure you knew she was still thinking of you, shifting back and forth a little to emphasise how important you were to her. Meanwhile, you could do nothing but suffer this unintended torment, as you listened to the story of yet another tiny doomed to the ministrations of these naïve women by Rachel’s cruel machinations.
For her part, Svetlana was momentarily surprised to learn that Allira had been assigned a tiny, but filed that information away for the moment. “He… When I first got him, Felix was insistent that Ms Rachel had stolen him from his wife after his wife had challenged her about the rights of tinies and the efficacy of the C.T.C.” She shook her head in sadness, still unable to believe that anyone would even think about challenging such important work. “Of course, Dr Miller confirmed that he was never married. The whole story was just a false memory spawned from his own internal conflicts over his desire to be used by women. A memetic construct of a wife who treated him as if he was just a normal everyday man, rather than a man who could be anything he wanted to be if he just believed in himself.” A sigh, and another soft squeeze of affection from the waiting Allira. “I… I thought things were going well. It seemed like he was responding so well to the treatment, but…”
With tears now starting to form at the corners of Svetlana’s eyes, Allira shifted so she was pressed firmly up against the other nurse’s side, their colossal rears competing for space as they were crushed together, pulverising you once more within the redhead’s booty while one of your ‘straps’ was crushed into the blonde’s side. The heat rose as the pale woman’s warmth leeched into your carer’s skin, soaking you in yet more sweat as the conversation continued above. Taking some comfort from her friend, Svetlana continued, knowing she’d feel better once it was all off of her chest. “I gave him all of the usual projective tests during his first couple of weeks of acclimatisation. Interpretive, thematic, metaphorical, associative, even graphological. Our analysts all agreed he indicated a clear preference towards being used as a cushion for women’s feet and rears alike. I thought that was great. That he was so clearly committed to supporting woman, even if he was too shy, or confused, to admit it outright.” That was, after all, what the projective tests were for, to reveal the hidden desires and thoughts of their patients, by-passing their unfortunate delusions.
“I thought.” Svetlana paused to take a deep breath, centering herself before continuing. “I thought that he would go just as well as my last few tinies. That in just a few more months I’d be happily watching him being sent out for joyous use by some lucky woman. But then… but then…”
Trapped deep within Allira’s rear, you were left alone with your thoughts as the nurse cleaned up and got ready to leave, focusing through the pain to reflect on how this cruel situation was both frustratingly familiar and chillingly unique. It certainly was not the first time you’d been used as a thong, though you weren’t sure if you’d ever experienced a posterior quite so large yet firm as the oblivious nurse’s. The pressure and residual heat of her booty’s embrace was intense even for you, and you dreaded what it would be like once the redhead really started to move. Especially if this girl decided that wearing you wasn’t enough for your ‘treatment’ and that further tests were required.
While you’d experienced being used as a thong or similar in the past, back then your use had always either been accidental or deliberately malicious. If accidental, you had always been able to hold onto the hope that you would eventually be found, either when you were eventually removed or when your wearer finally felt your feeble struggles. Even Norah, oblivious as she was, couldn’t realistically keep you trapped unaware forever. And when malicious, there had always at least been a clear end time to your torment. Punishments from your mother never lasted more than a few days, and even at her worst Tracy had never really wanted you to disappear forever, even retrieving you a few times when you were carried away by some other girl or woman rather than loose her brother and toy.
This time though, you were trapped with someone who knew exactly where you were and had no intention whatsoever of going easy on you. Not out of maliciousness, but because she genuinely seemed to believe that she was helping you. That you were a vulnerable patient in need of a caring and nurturing nurse. You’d witnessed your fair share of naivety towards your kind, and been on the receiving end of it more than once, but this was on a whole different level. Between the lies that you were sure had been told by Allira’s mother to justify her own kidnapping of an innocent man, and the insidious manipulations of Dr Miller and her cohorts, the buxom redhead had been turned into a near-perfect prison for containing troublesome tinies. Worse, here she was only one among many.
Through long experience you were able to filter out the otherwise deafening sounds of Allira’s body and focus on listening to the outside world, hoping against hope to identify some potential source of salvation. Right now though all you could hear was some light humming from your host, which soon morphed into a little moan as she reached back to massage her cheeks one last time before leaving. The small sound of pleasure was quickly swallowed as the nurse reminded herself to focus on the needs of her patient, rather than her own pleasure, though all that meant for you was a firm ‘hug’ as her butt clamped down harder, and the grinding of a fresh wave of sweat into your sodden form.
Attention still torn between her job and the delightful feeling of having a tiny man wrapped around her hips, Allira turned to leave the room at last, only to rebound soon after with a cute “eep” as she softly collided with another nurse just stepping inside. Several inches taller than the redhead, with snow white skin, piercing blue eyes and pale blond hair that reached her knees, the new arrival sported the same ridiculous curves as the other ward staff, with their respective chests providing enough of an airbag to prevent the two nurses from bumping heads. Even still, your caretaker stumbled back a step, her buttocks clenching hard around you in anticipation for a fall, only to relax again a moment later as the newcomer reached out and caught her arm, keeping her upright.
Breathing out a sigh of relief as her body unclenched, Allira fixed the new arrival with the same sincere gaze she had once directed towards yourself. “Thanks Svetlana. Sorry, I had my head in the clouds and wasn’t paying attention.” Though you couldn’t see her to appreciate the view, your wearer’s roommate was the kind of woman who would have turned your head if you had one right now, sporting delicate features and the sort of fine bone structure suitable for a high-class model. If not for her massive curves she could easily have been one, and though a few years older than Allira, the blonde was yet to show it, waving a slender hand easily as she accepted the apology. “It’s fine. I was also distracted, so we were equally at fault. It’s just that I…” There was a hint of an accent to her words, though more importantly, buried in booty though you were, even you could hear the hitch in her voice as she trailed off from that last sentence. Unseen by you, she also bit her lip and averted her gaze, unable to meet her companion’s eyes as she forced herself not to start crying again.
Despite her complete inability to properly interpret the needs and desires of tinies, Allira was, in general, an empathetic woman, and she immediately knew that something was wrong as Svetlana struggled not to break down. “What is it?” Rather than respond immediately, the other nurse moved past to sit heavily on one of the beds, the redhead jumping to join her a moment later, momentarily forgetting her charge as she dropped heavily onto the mattress with a solid thump, subjecting you to a fresh wave of crushing as the world pressed in on you from all sides. You groaned wordlessly as the pressure and heat kicked up a notch, taking only some small comfort in that the grinding had ceased.
Oblivious to your situation, Svetlana ran a hand through her long hair as she gathered her thoughts, glancing at the earnest face of her younger co-worker and wondering just how to express her own failings. She knew that Allira truly looked up to her, and didn’t want to disappoint her friend, but also knew it was important to be honest. After all, it would benefit them both to learn from her mistakes. “I just got back from Dr Miller’s office. She… she had me hand over my Squi- I mean, Felix, to her. Temporarily she said, because he had a… a relapse.” She sighed deeply, hand going to her eyes as she gathered her thoughts. “They’re going to call in Ms Rachel for another therapy session, since she’s the referring therapist, and discuss whether… whether they need to reassess his treatment.”
Resisting, for now, the urge to hug her friend, Allira instead opted to place her own hand on the other nurse’s knee, giving it a soft squeeze. “You’ve mentioned before that Felix has issues with false memories. Did… did he start expressing them again? My little guy, Dr Miller says he has the same problem.” Remembering your location, she clenched her cheeks again to make sure you knew she was still thinking of you, shifting back and forth a little to emphasise how important you were to her. Meanwhile, you could do nothing but suffer this unintended torment, as you listened to the story of yet another tiny doomed to the ministrations of these naïve women by Rachel’s cruel machinations.
For her part, Svetlana was momentarily surprised to learn that Allira had been assigned a tiny, but filed that information away for the moment. “He… When I first got him, Felix was insistent that Ms Rachel had stolen him from his wife after his wife had challenged her about the rights of tinies and the efficacy of the C.T.C.” She shook her head in sadness, still unable to believe that anyone would even think about challenging such important work. “Of course, Dr Miller confirmed that he was never married. The whole story was just a false memory spawned from his own internal conflicts over his desire to be used by women. A memetic construct of a wife who treated him as if he was just a normal everyday man, rather than a man who could be anything he wanted to be if he just believed in himself.” A sigh, and another soft squeeze of affection from the waiting Allira. “I… I thought things were going well. It seemed like he was responding so well to the treatment, but…”
With tears now starting to form at the corners of Svetlana’s eyes, Allira shifted so she was pressed firmly up against the other nurse’s side, their colossal rears competing for space as they were crushed together, pulverising you once more within the redhead’s booty while one of your ‘straps’ was crushed into the blonde’s side. The heat rose as the pale woman’s warmth leeched into your carer’s skin, soaking you in yet more sweat as the conversation continued above. Taking some comfort from her friend, Svetlana continued, knowing she’d feel better once it was all off of her chest. “I gave him all of the usual projective tests during his first couple of weeks of acclimatisation. Interpretive, thematic, metaphorical, associative, even graphological. Our analysts all agreed he indicated a clear preference towards being used as a cushion for women’s feet and rears alike. I thought that was great. That he was so clearly committed to supporting woman, even if he was too shy, or confused, to admit it outright.” That was, after all, what the projective tests were for, to reveal the hidden desires and thoughts of their patients, by-passing their unfortunate delusions.
“I thought.” Svetlana paused to take a deep breath, centering herself before continuing. “I thought that he would go just as well as my last few tinies. That in just a few more months I’d be happily watching him being sent out for joyous use by some lucky woman. But then… but then…”
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