Listening in On Prospects of Doom
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 20
by
copier
· original author:
azazel8
[This chapter was written in collaboration with kla]
“Let’s go to the lounge. Maybe the others can give us some pointers on caring for my little one, and you can get some advice on Felix.” Allira seemed pleased with her idea, bouncing in place as her rear jiggled around behind her. While you suffered, Svetlana laughed softly, allowing herself to be pulled to her feet by her happy roommate. “You’re right. Even if it’s embarrassing, what matters right now is getting Felix the help he needs, and hopefully avoiding the immersion therapy.” You still didn’t know what that was, though you weren’t going to get any more information right now as the cheeks around you moved back into motion, rhythmically pressing you into one cheek and then the other as your host began to move, each powerful step chewing up and grinding you against her massive rear.
As the nurses moved towards the lounge, the tall blond turned her gaze to her younger colleague, suddenly remembering a point from earlier. “So… how has your first time caring for a tiny been?” Battered and crushed you didn’t hear the question, but you felt the response as Allira instinctively clenched her cheeks around you, giving a happy little bounce as she responded. “It’s great! I’m so glad to get the chance to help my little one!” She blushed a little then, leaning closer as if sharing some deep secret. “Actually, he’s serving as my thong right. It feels even better than I’d imagined.” A little shudder of pleasure was followed by another clench as she happily hugged her tiny patient.
Svetlana chuckled again, amused at the redhead’s actions. Reaching the longue, the two broke their discussion to grab some coffee and join two of their friends at a nearby table. Allira dropped into her chair hard enough to push it back several inches, pounding you once more and beaming happily as the other two looked up at the intrusion. “Hey Suree! Hey Darya!” Had you been in a position to see them, you may have recognised these two as the sweat-soaked nurses you had seen when you first entered this hell sharing a thoroughly abused washcloth. Both sported the same heavily endowed figures as their colleague, as well as the seemingly universal flawless skin and attractive features of the clinic nurses. One had a skin tone suggesting Southeast Asian origin, with warm brown eyes and long ebony hair pulled over one shoulder as she met the new arrivals with a small smile. The other was of Middle Eastern descent, her silky chestnut hair pulled back into an intricate braid and her own smile not quite reaching her deep hazel eyes as they narrowed in question towards their guests.
Easy smile slipping slightly as she noticed the tribulations in Svetlana’s eyes, Suree’s nimble fingers ceased momentarily in the game of cat’s cradle she had been playing with the excessively stretched out body of her own tiny. “What’s wrong Set?” She maintained her interest as the senior nurse set out a summary of recent events, eyes fixed on her colleague as hands unconsciously started to twist and mould her unfortunate charge into a new shape. When the recap was done she smiled softly, hands now busy rolling her tiny into a ball. “You know as well as I do that that happens to everyone sometimes. The doctors just want what’s best for your little Squishy. Don’t take it as a reflection of your work.” Beside her, Darya rolled her eyes, though doubled-over shortly after with a grunt as the Asian nurse landing a sharp elbow to her ribs. “Don’t forget that me and Dar had a fair bit of trouble with her last tiny as well, but now he’s out there living the happy life of a squishy sponge like he was always meant to. Just have confidence in the system and learn from your mistakes when you can.”
Sweltering within the confines of Allira’s booty, you picked up enough of the discussion to wonder just where Miller and her cronies had found so many seemingly well-meaning and curvaceous nurses who were willing to subject tinies to endless torture in the name of curing them from make-believe conditions. You didn’t have much time to dwell on such things though as your caretaker drifted out of the conversation between the senior nurses and returned her focus to caring for the tiny currently entombed within her rear. All at once the flesh around you began to shift as the redhead twisted in her seat, a small smile growing on her face as she felt your tortured body move against her, wholly convinced that you were doing your best to hug her back as she gave you the treatment you needed.
The constant motions excited a fresh wave of sweat to pour into you, seeming to emerge from every inch of her posterior as Allira squeezed you like her own personal sweat absorber. The young nurse distinctly recalled the pleased look that would sometimes come over her mother’s face when the older woman was seemingly just sitting still and wondered now if that was just her mother sharing her love with her own willing thong. The redhead reminded herself that you were her patient, not her lover, but since she was doing all of this for you, she hoped you’d forgive her harmless fantasy.
The clenching and uncleaning cheeks continued to batter you in a rhythmic fashion, heating and stretching your body and mashing you into increasingly twisted knots as your futile screams echoed uselessly in your own ears. Much to your horror you found your face increasingly smeared across the darkest depths of Allira’s rear, her deepest scents assaulting your nose as her taste imprinted itself on your tongue. Just when you thought this torture would never end the cheeks suddenly clamped down hard and remained clenched, nearly crushing all the air from your thoroughly flattened lungs.
Unseen to you, Darya had lent over and flicked your ochre-skinned captor’s forehead, looking at her with knowing eyes while the other two nurses continued their discussions. “You spacing out on us newbie? Isn’t it about time you showed us the new tiny? I know you have it.” Caught off-guard, Allira blushed scarlet, aware of her cheeks clenching around you as she did so. “But… I… I’m wearing my little one as a thong right now. I can’t just pull him out.” Suree and Svetlana had stopped talking to pay attention now, though neither interjected as Darya rolled her eyes and pouted full lips. “Don’t be stupid. Just untie whatever knots you made in its limbs. It should be easy to remove after that.”
You didn’t like the way she phrased that but the prospect of being released was enough to give you some small hope, even as clumsy fingers began to play with your stretched limbs. At first you were just pulled tighter against the redhead’s overwhelming rear, but eventually the first knot gave way, and soon after you felt some small relief as your limbs unravelled. Tragically, your relief was short-lived as the oblivious Allira proceeded to grab a handful of what had once been your lower torso and pull, not even thinking to lift herself from her seat as she did so. This resulted in your tortured body being squeezed through the tight embrace of her huge buttocks as your face was forcibly scrapped across the length of her luscious rear, forced to experience every inch before emerging into the light.
Dumped onto the table as a twisted mass of twitching and groaning flesh, your addled mind briefly wondered if you had gone to heaven as you looked up at four goddess-like visages looming above. A moment later, however, you remembered where you were, and that these women were as terrifying as they were beautiful, even as their massive chests bumped softly against each other as they lent in towards you. This was your first time meeting Svetlana face-to-face, though you weren’t surprised in the least by her supermodel-like looks as she gazed at you with slightly sad eyes. Suree and Darya you dimly recognised from earlier, the almost envious look in the former’s eyes confusing you, even as the playful and longing look of the latter filled you with a fresh wave of dread. It didn’t help that you could clearly see the tanned ball now being squeezed relentlessly in the Asian nurse’s hand.
There was so much that you wanted to say. To clarify. But you were far too squished to even try to speak, helpless as Allira took the role onto herself. “Isn’t my little one so cute? He’s just the best thong ever. Once he’s finished his treatment he’s going to make some lucky girl so very happy.” You tried to shout in protest, but all you managed was a twitch so small that the nurses didn’t even see it as Svetlana reached over to set a restraining hand on her roommate’s shoulder. “Don’t jump the gun there. You have to run him through the proper tests first. You may be right, but you may also find that he’s better suited as an insole and cushion like my Felix, or a general purpose towel and stress toy like Omar here.” Perking up a bit at the mention of her tiny, Suree nodded along, looking a little excited as she took over. “That right. I’m sure my Squishy would make a good thong too, but he’s much happier like this.” As if to emphasise her point, she relaxed her grip a little and grabbed her poor tiny with both hands, quickly stretching him out into a broader sheet before smashing him into a flat disc that she then proceeding to begin rolling back into a ball, blushing a little as she did so.
While you twitched some more in terror at what you had just heard and witnessed, Allira bowed her head and looked at you with a soft smile. “I’m sorry, I got too excited. I’ll proceed with tests soon, so we can find his true calling. I also want to do some intake tests and interviews to find him a potential owner as soon as possible. General use tinies are great, but I want my little one to find a nice girl he can devote himself to.” Secretly she wanted to be that girl, but she chose to keep that bit to herself for now. Meanwhile, you did your best to meet her eyes and try to communicate your discontent.
“Let’s go to the lounge. Maybe the others can give us some pointers on caring for my little one, and you can get some advice on Felix.” Allira seemed pleased with her idea, bouncing in place as her rear jiggled around behind her. While you suffered, Svetlana laughed softly, allowing herself to be pulled to her feet by her happy roommate. “You’re right. Even if it’s embarrassing, what matters right now is getting Felix the help he needs, and hopefully avoiding the immersion therapy.” You still didn’t know what that was, though you weren’t going to get any more information right now as the cheeks around you moved back into motion, rhythmically pressing you into one cheek and then the other as your host began to move, each powerful step chewing up and grinding you against her massive rear.
As the nurses moved towards the lounge, the tall blond turned her gaze to her younger colleague, suddenly remembering a point from earlier. “So… how has your first time caring for a tiny been?” Battered and crushed you didn’t hear the question, but you felt the response as Allira instinctively clenched her cheeks around you, giving a happy little bounce as she responded. “It’s great! I’m so glad to get the chance to help my little one!” She blushed a little then, leaning closer as if sharing some deep secret. “Actually, he’s serving as my thong right. It feels even better than I’d imagined.” A little shudder of pleasure was followed by another clench as she happily hugged her tiny patient.
Svetlana chuckled again, amused at the redhead’s actions. Reaching the longue, the two broke their discussion to grab some coffee and join two of their friends at a nearby table. Allira dropped into her chair hard enough to push it back several inches, pounding you once more and beaming happily as the other two looked up at the intrusion. “Hey Suree! Hey Darya!” Had you been in a position to see them, you may have recognised these two as the sweat-soaked nurses you had seen when you first entered this hell sharing a thoroughly abused washcloth. Both sported the same heavily endowed figures as their colleague, as well as the seemingly universal flawless skin and attractive features of the clinic nurses. One had a skin tone suggesting Southeast Asian origin, with warm brown eyes and long ebony hair pulled over one shoulder as she met the new arrivals with a small smile. The other was of Middle Eastern descent, her silky chestnut hair pulled back into an intricate braid and her own smile not quite reaching her deep hazel eyes as they narrowed in question towards their guests.
Easy smile slipping slightly as she noticed the tribulations in Svetlana’s eyes, Suree’s nimble fingers ceased momentarily in the game of cat’s cradle she had been playing with the excessively stretched out body of her own tiny. “What’s wrong Set?” She maintained her interest as the senior nurse set out a summary of recent events, eyes fixed on her colleague as hands unconsciously started to twist and mould her unfortunate charge into a new shape. When the recap was done she smiled softly, hands now busy rolling her tiny into a ball. “You know as well as I do that that happens to everyone sometimes. The doctors just want what’s best for your little Squishy. Don’t take it as a reflection of your work.” Beside her, Darya rolled her eyes, though doubled-over shortly after with a grunt as the Asian nurse landing a sharp elbow to her ribs. “Don’t forget that me and Dar had a fair bit of trouble with her last tiny as well, but now he’s out there living the happy life of a squishy sponge like he was always meant to. Just have confidence in the system and learn from your mistakes when you can.”
Sweltering within the confines of Allira’s booty, you picked up enough of the discussion to wonder just where Miller and her cronies had found so many seemingly well-meaning and curvaceous nurses who were willing to subject tinies to endless torture in the name of curing them from make-believe conditions. You didn’t have much time to dwell on such things though as your caretaker drifted out of the conversation between the senior nurses and returned her focus to caring for the tiny currently entombed within her rear. All at once the flesh around you began to shift as the redhead twisted in her seat, a small smile growing on her face as she felt your tortured body move against her, wholly convinced that you were doing your best to hug her back as she gave you the treatment you needed.
The constant motions excited a fresh wave of sweat to pour into you, seeming to emerge from every inch of her posterior as Allira squeezed you like her own personal sweat absorber. The young nurse distinctly recalled the pleased look that would sometimes come over her mother’s face when the older woman was seemingly just sitting still and wondered now if that was just her mother sharing her love with her own willing thong. The redhead reminded herself that you were her patient, not her lover, but since she was doing all of this for you, she hoped you’d forgive her harmless fantasy.
The clenching and uncleaning cheeks continued to batter you in a rhythmic fashion, heating and stretching your body and mashing you into increasingly twisted knots as your futile screams echoed uselessly in your own ears. Much to your horror you found your face increasingly smeared across the darkest depths of Allira’s rear, her deepest scents assaulting your nose as her taste imprinted itself on your tongue. Just when you thought this torture would never end the cheeks suddenly clamped down hard and remained clenched, nearly crushing all the air from your thoroughly flattened lungs.
Unseen to you, Darya had lent over and flicked your ochre-skinned captor’s forehead, looking at her with knowing eyes while the other two nurses continued their discussions. “You spacing out on us newbie? Isn’t it about time you showed us the new tiny? I know you have it.” Caught off-guard, Allira blushed scarlet, aware of her cheeks clenching around you as she did so. “But… I… I’m wearing my little one as a thong right now. I can’t just pull him out.” Suree and Svetlana had stopped talking to pay attention now, though neither interjected as Darya rolled her eyes and pouted full lips. “Don’t be stupid. Just untie whatever knots you made in its limbs. It should be easy to remove after that.”
You didn’t like the way she phrased that but the prospect of being released was enough to give you some small hope, even as clumsy fingers began to play with your stretched limbs. At first you were just pulled tighter against the redhead’s overwhelming rear, but eventually the first knot gave way, and soon after you felt some small relief as your limbs unravelled. Tragically, your relief was short-lived as the oblivious Allira proceeded to grab a handful of what had once been your lower torso and pull, not even thinking to lift herself from her seat as she did so. This resulted in your tortured body being squeezed through the tight embrace of her huge buttocks as your face was forcibly scrapped across the length of her luscious rear, forced to experience every inch before emerging into the light.
Dumped onto the table as a twisted mass of twitching and groaning flesh, your addled mind briefly wondered if you had gone to heaven as you looked up at four goddess-like visages looming above. A moment later, however, you remembered where you were, and that these women were as terrifying as they were beautiful, even as their massive chests bumped softly against each other as they lent in towards you. This was your first time meeting Svetlana face-to-face, though you weren’t surprised in the least by her supermodel-like looks as she gazed at you with slightly sad eyes. Suree and Darya you dimly recognised from earlier, the almost envious look in the former’s eyes confusing you, even as the playful and longing look of the latter filled you with a fresh wave of dread. It didn’t help that you could clearly see the tanned ball now being squeezed relentlessly in the Asian nurse’s hand.
There was so much that you wanted to say. To clarify. But you were far too squished to even try to speak, helpless as Allira took the role onto herself. “Isn’t my little one so cute? He’s just the best thong ever. Once he’s finished his treatment he’s going to make some lucky girl so very happy.” You tried to shout in protest, but all you managed was a twitch so small that the nurses didn’t even see it as Svetlana reached over to set a restraining hand on her roommate’s shoulder. “Don’t jump the gun there. You have to run him through the proper tests first. You may be right, but you may also find that he’s better suited as an insole and cushion like my Felix, or a general purpose towel and stress toy like Omar here.” Perking up a bit at the mention of her tiny, Suree nodded along, looking a little excited as she took over. “That right. I’m sure my Squishy would make a good thong too, but he’s much happier like this.” As if to emphasise her point, she relaxed her grip a little and grabbed her poor tiny with both hands, quickly stretching him out into a broader sheet before smashing him into a flat disc that she then proceeding to begin rolling back into a ball, blushing a little as she did so.
While you twitched some more in terror at what you had just heard and witnessed, Allira bowed her head and looked at you with a soft smile. “I’m sorry, I got too excited. I’ll proceed with tests soon, so we can find his true calling. I also want to do some intake tests and interviews to find him a potential owner as soon as possible. General use tinies are great, but I want my little one to find a nice girl he can devote himself to.” Secretly she wanted to be that girl, but she chose to keep that bit to herself for now. Meanwhile, you did your best to meet her eyes and try to communicate your discontent.
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