Choosing an Owner
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 14
by
Bobob1
For the next two days, being around your roommates was awkward. You could see the pity in their eyes when they talked to you, though it was clear they didn't all have the same reasons for it.
Unsurprisingly, Quinn and Morgan were upset that sooner or later, they'd have to use you as an object. Unless they wanted you to be taken away from them, there was simply no other way. Avery on the other hand, was upset that her roommates hadn't let her use you yet. Isabella had seemingly convinced her that you really did want to be an object, but were being held back from telling the truth by embarrassment. Avery did her best to help assuage that embarrassment in her own ditzy, not too subtle way. You'd be sitting on the couch watching TV together and Avery would start shifting around, making a big show of getting comfortable, and say "Gosh Hunter, my thong keeps riding up and making me uncomfortable. I sure wish I had a comfier one." Then the next day she'd been getting ready to go exercise with Morgan and had walked into room in pair of skin tight spandex shorts before loudly announcing: "Ugh, I hate panty lines. If only I had a thong that fit me perfectly." Morgan had rolled her eyes at her sister's obvious motives, but you could see the concern on her face. She'd clearly considered whether you being a thong for Avery would be safer than being open to attack by Isabella.
After two days, the girls finally broached the topic at breakfast. Morgan began: "Alright Hunter. So I know you're not happy about this, but we've been talking and until we have a solution to get your license revoked, it seems like we are going to have to start using you."
You sighed, unhappy but unsurprised. You could see the same resigned look on Quinn and Morgan's faces, but Avery had a barely concealed smile. You couldn't really fault her for it, she did think she was helping after all. You just wished she could see how ridiculous Isabella's claims were. "I don't like it. But I understand, and I'd rather be with you girls than have Isabella take me away."
Morgan nodded before continuing. "We figured that's how you'd see it. We do want you to have some input on this though. We figured we'd let you decide who you'd be used by. We've each done some thinking about what we'd turn you into."
At this point, Avery couldn't contain herself anymore. "I didn't have to think at all Hunter. I've known you'd make a great thong for me for days. Just imagine, spending your days snuggled up between my big sexy butt cheeks. Maybe you'd even get to be in photoshoots with me! No need to be embarrassed though, no one would be able to tell you weren't just a normal thong."
You wanted to yell at Avery and tell her that no one acknowledging you as human was a bad thing, not a pro. But you knew it wasn't worth it, and so just nodded and turned to Morgan and Quinn, hoping their options involved less giant asses. To their credit, both of them also seemed to think Avery was being ridiculous. Also ignoring her, they pressed on.
"So I actually need your help working out." Morgan said sheepishly. "My sports bras keep ripping on me, and it's getting expensive to keep replacing them. I was hoping you'd be a bit more reliable."
Hunter was surprised by this one. He had hoped Morgan's plan for him would be less painful, but trying to contain her breasts while she worked out sounded more extreme than being Avery's thong. "Is there any reason I have to be clothing? Couldn't I be something that lets me get squished less?"
"We looked into that too Hunter. Unfortunately Isabella sent us over a packet of 'minimum usage rules'. Apparently based on preferences you set out when you applied for the license, you specifically requested being molded into something unrecognizable so that you wouldn't have to face embarrassment of being recognized." Quinn explained. "I know it's ridiculous, and we are working on it, but there's a lot of paperwork to get through to get anywhere with this."
"Quinn, don't say he is being ridiculous, you'll hurt his feelings." Avery cut in.
You decided to give one last shot at convincing Avery. "Avery, she isn't hurting my feelings. Everything Isabella is saying is a lie, I have no interest in being squished into clothing for any of you."
"Oh of course I believe you Hunter, don't worry." Avery said, ending her sentence with an exaggerated wink. You sighed and turned back to Quinn. Avery was hopeless.
"So what's my third choice then?" You asked.
Now it was Quinn's turn to turn red as she made her request. "Well, one of my flip flops broke, and the new ones I bought online are seriously backordered. I was thinking maybe you could fill in as a flip flop until I got another."
Yiu shuddered as you thought of what it would be like under Quinn's feet. She always wore those flip flops to her life guarding job. Even at home, she'd often wear them around the house to avoid stepping on the cold kitchen tiles. They were uniformly tan initially, but you could see the outline of Quinn's foot permanently worn into them now.
"I don't even get what there is to think about Hunter." Avery said. "You could be wrapped around the butt of a literal model, or you could be smashed under Quinn's sweaty feet or stuck holding up Morgan's sweaty tits. Seems like a no-brainer."
"Don't pressure him! Let him pick on his own." Morgan chided.
Your eyes drifted back and forth along the line of girls, trying to choose. In some sense, Avery did have a point. While flossing her ass as a thong sounded pretty unpleasant, he wouldn't have to endure the sweaty pounding he'd experience in the other two roles. Avery's modeling job seemed much less active than Quinn and Morgan's work.
On the other hand, Morgan and Quinn were the only ones who believed you didn't want to be an object, so you figured they'd probably at least try to go easy on you. If you picked Morgan, you'd get a break whenever she wasn't exercising. Based on Avery's enthusiam, you doubted she'd ever wear a regular thong again if she had you. As a flip flop, you'd get breaks during the night at least, plus when Quinn was sitting up in her lifeguard tower. And she had a replacement on the way, so Quinn's option was the only one that seemed to have a natural expiration date.
What do you decide?
Unsurprisingly, Quinn and Morgan were upset that sooner or later, they'd have to use you as an object. Unless they wanted you to be taken away from them, there was simply no other way. Avery on the other hand, was upset that her roommates hadn't let her use you yet. Isabella had seemingly convinced her that you really did want to be an object, but were being held back from telling the truth by embarrassment. Avery did her best to help assuage that embarrassment in her own ditzy, not too subtle way. You'd be sitting on the couch watching TV together and Avery would start shifting around, making a big show of getting comfortable, and say "Gosh Hunter, my thong keeps riding up and making me uncomfortable. I sure wish I had a comfier one." Then the next day she'd been getting ready to go exercise with Morgan and had walked into room in pair of skin tight spandex shorts before loudly announcing: "Ugh, I hate panty lines. If only I had a thong that fit me perfectly." Morgan had rolled her eyes at her sister's obvious motives, but you could see the concern on her face. She'd clearly considered whether you being a thong for Avery would be safer than being open to attack by Isabella.
After two days, the girls finally broached the topic at breakfast. Morgan began: "Alright Hunter. So I know you're not happy about this, but we've been talking and until we have a solution to get your license revoked, it seems like we are going to have to start using you."
You sighed, unhappy but unsurprised. You could see the same resigned look on Quinn and Morgan's faces, but Avery had a barely concealed smile. You couldn't really fault her for it, she did think she was helping after all. You just wished she could see how ridiculous Isabella's claims were. "I don't like it. But I understand, and I'd rather be with you girls than have Isabella take me away."
Morgan nodded before continuing. "We figured that's how you'd see it. We do want you to have some input on this though. We figured we'd let you decide who you'd be used by. We've each done some thinking about what we'd turn you into."
At this point, Avery couldn't contain herself anymore. "I didn't have to think at all Hunter. I've known you'd make a great thong for me for days. Just imagine, spending your days snuggled up between my big sexy butt cheeks. Maybe you'd even get to be in photoshoots with me! No need to be embarrassed though, no one would be able to tell you weren't just a normal thong."
You wanted to yell at Avery and tell her that no one acknowledging you as human was a bad thing, not a pro. But you knew it wasn't worth it, and so just nodded and turned to Morgan and Quinn, hoping their options involved less giant asses. To their credit, both of them also seemed to think Avery was being ridiculous. Also ignoring her, they pressed on.
"So I actually need your help working out." Morgan said sheepishly. "My sports bras keep ripping on me, and it's getting expensive to keep replacing them. I was hoping you'd be a bit more reliable."
Hunter was surprised by this one. He had hoped Morgan's plan for him would be less painful, but trying to contain her breasts while she worked out sounded more extreme than being Avery's thong. "Is there any reason I have to be clothing? Couldn't I be something that lets me get squished less?"
"We looked into that too Hunter. Unfortunately Isabella sent us over a packet of 'minimum usage rules'. Apparently based on preferences you set out when you applied for the license, you specifically requested being molded into something unrecognizable so that you wouldn't have to face embarrassment of being recognized." Quinn explained. "I know it's ridiculous, and we are working on it, but there's a lot of paperwork to get through to get anywhere with this."
"Quinn, don't say he is being ridiculous, you'll hurt his feelings." Avery cut in.
You decided to give one last shot at convincing Avery. "Avery, she isn't hurting my feelings. Everything Isabella is saying is a lie, I have no interest in being squished into clothing for any of you."
"Oh of course I believe you Hunter, don't worry." Avery said, ending her sentence with an exaggerated wink. You sighed and turned back to Quinn. Avery was hopeless.
"So what's my third choice then?" You asked.
Now it was Quinn's turn to turn red as she made her request. "Well, one of my flip flops broke, and the new ones I bought online are seriously backordered. I was thinking maybe you could fill in as a flip flop until I got another."
Yiu shuddered as you thought of what it would be like under Quinn's feet. She always wore those flip flops to her life guarding job. Even at home, she'd often wear them around the house to avoid stepping on the cold kitchen tiles. They were uniformly tan initially, but you could see the outline of Quinn's foot permanently worn into them now.
"I don't even get what there is to think about Hunter." Avery said. "You could be wrapped around the butt of a literal model, or you could be smashed under Quinn's sweaty feet or stuck holding up Morgan's sweaty tits. Seems like a no-brainer."
"Don't pressure him! Let him pick on his own." Morgan chided.
Your eyes drifted back and forth along the line of girls, trying to choose. In some sense, Avery did have a point. While flossing her ass as a thong sounded pretty unpleasant, he wouldn't have to endure the sweaty pounding he'd experience in the other two roles. Avery's modeling job seemed much less active than Quinn and Morgan's work.
On the other hand, Morgan and Quinn were the only ones who believed you didn't want to be an object, so you figured they'd probably at least try to go easy on you. If you picked Morgan, you'd get a break whenever she wasn't exercising. Based on Avery's enthusiam, you doubted she'd ever wear a regular thong again if she had you. As a flip flop, you'd get breaks during the night at least, plus when Quinn was sitting up in her lifeguard tower. And she had a replacement on the way, so Quinn's option was the only one that seemed to have a natural expiration date.
What do you decide?
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April 23, 2025
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