Shipping Delayed, Isabella Makes Things Difficult
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 16
by
Bobob1
(Originally written by Alistair)
You were right, it was a long month.
Quinn wore these flip flops much, much more than you had initially thought that she did, which explained their level of wear and tear. You were worn most of the day while Quinn was at home, as well as when she was working at your old place of work.
Quinn had thought it safer for you if she simply told Bridgitte that you wanted to quit your job at Sanderson Beach, which the fit redhead had been disappointed by, but understood. She had said that you would have been even more useful with a usage license, which made you slightly glad that Quinn had made that decision for you, as well as neglecting to tell Bridgitte that she was wearing you.
You watched the two women talk in the same way you ended up watching everything in your new form, through the gap between Quinn’s toes.
You were forced to watch the world pass by without you through Quinn’s smelly, wiggling digits. In some ways you sort of wished you couldn’t see at all, because where you were you could only view the world around you, and never interact with anything.
You spent most of your time looking up at Quinn, although you very rarely saw her face since it was obscured by her massive breasts. Your tongue was continually ground between her massive toes, soaking up all of the sweat and grime that accumulated between them. You were forced to become very well acquainted with the taste of the recess between Quinn’s big and second toe, and it seemed like a taste you would never truly get used to. The smell was another thing that continually bothered you, as it lingered even when Quinn wasn’t wearing you, and made it difficult to sleep at night.
As the days wore on, Quinn’s constant pounding under her foot was starting to make your body conform to the contours of her foot, just like the part of the flip flop you had replaced. Unlike the part you had replaced however, you didn’t have the luxury of breaking.
*****
On your fourth day of being worn by Quinn, Isabella arrived for her inspection.
Your roommates had been relaxing in the living room, you couldn’t see any of the other girls because Quinn had her foot propped up on the coffee table, so you could only see her. You saw her glance at you occasionally with a slightly guilty look on her face, but otherwise she was engrossed in something on her phone. You could hear Morgan and Avery chatting as Quinn’s toes idly squeezed and toyed with your tongue and face.
The quiet atmosphere was broken by a knock at the door. Quinn made no move to go answer it, but you heard one of the twins footsteps as they went to answer it.
A few moments later you heard the clack of heels on the wooden floor of the hallway. Quinn looked up at the new arrival and you could tell it was Isabella based of the scowl that crossed Quinn’s face the instant she saw her.
“Morning everyone!” You heard Isabella say pleasantly to everyone. Quinn rolled her eyes at the cruel woman trying to act nice. Isabella continued. “So, I’ll just get down to business and then I can be out of your hair, have you all settled on a place for Hunter? Or do I have to take him with me?”
Quinn wordlessly kicked your flipflop off of her foot and onto the coffee table. You looked up towards Isabella as she leaned over to pick the flip flop up to inspect it. Her nose crinkled slightly at the strong smell coming off of them, and she looked confused briefly, before her eyes widened and she began to grin as she spotted your eyes looking up at her.
“Well, this use was... unexpected,” she looked like she was struggling to contain her laughter and stay professional. “But it certainly fits well with the guidelines Hunter and I straightened out when he applied for the license. Thank you all for finally seeing sense and giving little Hunter exactly what he deserved.”
You heard Quinn and Morgan grumble something inaudibly and you imagined Avery would be nodding in agreement.
Turning her head back you you, Isabella smiled warmly, although you could see the malice in her eyes.
“Got some good news for you as well Hunter! I put your reasoning for your application on record, as well as some of your caregivers misgivings about your intentions. I also added the transcript of our little group chat the other day on record, highlighting both mine and Avery’s statements about your desire to be used, so it’s all extra evidence in our favour. So now your license is all the more protected against removal, isn’t that great!”
You were crestfallen, but couldn’t do anything to vocalise it. Isabella had used your visit to her office to build her case! She seemed to be trying to discredit Quinn and Morgan, so they’d be less able to argue on your behalf! If she wasn’t actively trying to ensure that you would spend the rest of your life as an object, you would have to admire her intelligence.
As she smiled and set you gently back on the table, you looked to Quinn and Morgan, both distraught over the news Isabella had just delivered.
Satisfied that she had ruined everyone’s morning, Isabella smiled and said goodbye before leaving.
Everyone simply sat in silence for a few moments, before looking to you apologetically. All except Avery, who looked at you with happiness at seeing your rights protected.
*****
Back to the present, you were currently laying on the floor of the living room, next to the couch, your partner flip flop laying next to you. Quinn had taken just you off after finally giving in to Avery’s constant pestering that she wanted to paint her roommates toenails because she was bored, having already painted her own.
“Ugh, fine, if it’ll stop you badgering me about it,” Quinn groaned, not taking her eyes away from her phone. Quinn and Morgan had been trying to find a way to counter Isabella’s efforts, despite that disastrous visit from her three weeks ago. She had simply kicked you off without even looking at you. You had noticed her treatment of you was becoming much more distant and callous, but you figured it was from guilt at having to wear you as long, as well as becoming increasingly distracted by the efforts to free you.
“Yay! Oh you won’t regret this Quinn, I’ll have your toes looking fantabulous in no time! I think I’ll paint them an uber pretty pink to match your favourite flip flops,” Avery had seemingly completely forgotten you existed, since she hadn’t acknowledged you in almost a week. You could only look up to the pink haired giantess as she excitedly rushed over to the coffee table and sat down, grabbing one of Quinn’s feet and beginning to concentrate on painting her nails, cutely sticking her tongue out in concentration while she did it.
“Does it have to be pink though, I’d prefer black,” Quinn complained, but made no move to stop Avery, her apathetic nature showing itself.
“Quinn, you should know by now that I don’t do dark colours,” Avery giggled, and simply trailed off into an unending stream of chatter about how pretty Quinn’s feet would look by the time she was finished with them, among other topics.
You zoned out of the conversation, simply taking the rare chance to look around a room without your view being obstructed by Quinn’s pounding toes.
After around ten minutes, Quinn huffed in annoyance.
“Again! Really! My new flip flops got delayed again!” Quinn fumed. Her anger stemmed more from frustration of the shipping company than concern for you, you had momentarily slipped her mind while Avery was painting her toenails.
“Wait, why do you need new flip flops when you’ve got a set of perfectly good ones...” Avery trailed off as her eyes drifted to you. “Oh yeah, Hunter, duh! Hey cutie, how you doing down there? Ready to be my thong yet?”
Avery’s unending positivity was a novelty that had worn off entirely over your month long stint as Quinn’s footwear, so you could only roll your eyes in annoyance.
“No Avery. Hunter signed up to be my flip flop and I still need him since my damn delivery has been delayed again,” Quinn caught herself as she suddenly sounded incredibly selfish in regards to wearing you. Blushing, she simply went quiet.
Avery finished up on Quinn’s toenails, before your ridiculously curvy roommate turned owner slid her foot back into her flip flops and walked up to her room.
Sitting on the edge of her bed, she looked down at you with a pitying expression on her face.
“Sorry about that earlier, Hunter. I was frustrated about my order getting delayed again, along with this whole legal battle we’ve got going with that evil notary,” Quinn sighed. “Looks like I’ll need to use you for another while though, since my replacement flip flops keep getting delayed and it doesn’t look like we’ll be getting rid of your license for a while either. To be in with the best chance, we need to try and find proof that Isabella forged your signature, because she’s got us cornered otherwise. Anyway, I’ve got work in the morning, so good night.”
Quinn got ready for bed and you were soon left in darkness as she switched the lights off.
Left to your thoughts you could only fear how casual everyone was becoming with you in this form. If you weren’t freed soon you feared that the way your roommates treated you could irreversibly changed, you wanted them to view you as an equal, not the footwear of one of their real roommates.
In the end you couldn’t do anything to change it, you would just have to hope that Quinn and Morgan would come through for you.
1) Quinn is approached by a member of the public who witnessed your confrontation with Rachel and Isabella at the beach, wondering if you were ok since they hadn’t seen you working as a lifeguard since then. Possibly a lead to freeing you?
2) After three months, Quinn’s flip flops arrive. What happens to you?
3) You are stolen while Quinn is saving someone at Sanderson Beach and isn’t wearing you.
You were right, it was a long month.
Quinn wore these flip flops much, much more than you had initially thought that she did, which explained their level of wear and tear. You were worn most of the day while Quinn was at home, as well as when she was working at your old place of work.
Quinn had thought it safer for you if she simply told Bridgitte that you wanted to quit your job at Sanderson Beach, which the fit redhead had been disappointed by, but understood. She had said that you would have been even more useful with a usage license, which made you slightly glad that Quinn had made that decision for you, as well as neglecting to tell Bridgitte that she was wearing you.
You watched the two women talk in the same way you ended up watching everything in your new form, through the gap between Quinn’s toes.
You were forced to watch the world pass by without you through Quinn’s smelly, wiggling digits. In some ways you sort of wished you couldn’t see at all, because where you were you could only view the world around you, and never interact with anything.
You spent most of your time looking up at Quinn, although you very rarely saw her face since it was obscured by her massive breasts. Your tongue was continually ground between her massive toes, soaking up all of the sweat and grime that accumulated between them. You were forced to become very well acquainted with the taste of the recess between Quinn’s big and second toe, and it seemed like a taste you would never truly get used to. The smell was another thing that continually bothered you, as it lingered even when Quinn wasn’t wearing you, and made it difficult to sleep at night.
As the days wore on, Quinn’s constant pounding under her foot was starting to make your body conform to the contours of her foot, just like the part of the flip flop you had replaced. Unlike the part you had replaced however, you didn’t have the luxury of breaking.
*****
On your fourth day of being worn by Quinn, Isabella arrived for her inspection.
Your roommates had been relaxing in the living room, you couldn’t see any of the other girls because Quinn had her foot propped up on the coffee table, so you could only see her. You saw her glance at you occasionally with a slightly guilty look on her face, but otherwise she was engrossed in something on her phone. You could hear Morgan and Avery chatting as Quinn’s toes idly squeezed and toyed with your tongue and face.
The quiet atmosphere was broken by a knock at the door. Quinn made no move to go answer it, but you heard one of the twins footsteps as they went to answer it.
A few moments later you heard the clack of heels on the wooden floor of the hallway. Quinn looked up at the new arrival and you could tell it was Isabella based of the scowl that crossed Quinn’s face the instant she saw her.
“Morning everyone!” You heard Isabella say pleasantly to everyone. Quinn rolled her eyes at the cruel woman trying to act nice. Isabella continued. “So, I’ll just get down to business and then I can be out of your hair, have you all settled on a place for Hunter? Or do I have to take him with me?”
Quinn wordlessly kicked your flipflop off of her foot and onto the coffee table. You looked up towards Isabella as she leaned over to pick the flip flop up to inspect it. Her nose crinkled slightly at the strong smell coming off of them, and she looked confused briefly, before her eyes widened and she began to grin as she spotted your eyes looking up at her.
“Well, this use was... unexpected,” she looked like she was struggling to contain her laughter and stay professional. “But it certainly fits well with the guidelines Hunter and I straightened out when he applied for the license. Thank you all for finally seeing sense and giving little Hunter exactly what he deserved.”
You heard Quinn and Morgan grumble something inaudibly and you imagined Avery would be nodding in agreement.
Turning her head back you you, Isabella smiled warmly, although you could see the malice in her eyes.
“Got some good news for you as well Hunter! I put your reasoning for your application on record, as well as some of your caregivers misgivings about your intentions. I also added the transcript of our little group chat the other day on record, highlighting both mine and Avery’s statements about your desire to be used, so it’s all extra evidence in our favour. So now your license is all the more protected against removal, isn’t that great!”
You were crestfallen, but couldn’t do anything to vocalise it. Isabella had used your visit to her office to build her case! She seemed to be trying to discredit Quinn and Morgan, so they’d be less able to argue on your behalf! If she wasn’t actively trying to ensure that you would spend the rest of your life as an object, you would have to admire her intelligence.
As she smiled and set you gently back on the table, you looked to Quinn and Morgan, both distraught over the news Isabella had just delivered.
Satisfied that she had ruined everyone’s morning, Isabella smiled and said goodbye before leaving.
Everyone simply sat in silence for a few moments, before looking to you apologetically. All except Avery, who looked at you with happiness at seeing your rights protected.
*****
Back to the present, you were currently laying on the floor of the living room, next to the couch, your partner flip flop laying next to you. Quinn had taken just you off after finally giving in to Avery’s constant pestering that she wanted to paint her roommates toenails because she was bored, having already painted her own.
“Ugh, fine, if it’ll stop you badgering me about it,” Quinn groaned, not taking her eyes away from her phone. Quinn and Morgan had been trying to find a way to counter Isabella’s efforts, despite that disastrous visit from her three weeks ago. She had simply kicked you off without even looking at you. You had noticed her treatment of you was becoming much more distant and callous, but you figured it was from guilt at having to wear you as long, as well as becoming increasingly distracted by the efforts to free you.
“Yay! Oh you won’t regret this Quinn, I’ll have your toes looking fantabulous in no time! I think I’ll paint them an uber pretty pink to match your favourite flip flops,” Avery had seemingly completely forgotten you existed, since she hadn’t acknowledged you in almost a week. You could only look up to the pink haired giantess as she excitedly rushed over to the coffee table and sat down, grabbing one of Quinn’s feet and beginning to concentrate on painting her nails, cutely sticking her tongue out in concentration while she did it.
“Does it have to be pink though, I’d prefer black,” Quinn complained, but made no move to stop Avery, her apathetic nature showing itself.
“Quinn, you should know by now that I don’t do dark colours,” Avery giggled, and simply trailed off into an unending stream of chatter about how pretty Quinn’s feet would look by the time she was finished with them, among other topics.
You zoned out of the conversation, simply taking the rare chance to look around a room without your view being obstructed by Quinn’s pounding toes.
After around ten minutes, Quinn huffed in annoyance.
“Again! Really! My new flip flops got delayed again!” Quinn fumed. Her anger stemmed more from frustration of the shipping company than concern for you, you had momentarily slipped her mind while Avery was painting her toenails.
“Wait, why do you need new flip flops when you’ve got a set of perfectly good ones...” Avery trailed off as her eyes drifted to you. “Oh yeah, Hunter, duh! Hey cutie, how you doing down there? Ready to be my thong yet?”
Avery’s unending positivity was a novelty that had worn off entirely over your month long stint as Quinn’s footwear, so you could only roll your eyes in annoyance.
“No Avery. Hunter signed up to be my flip flop and I still need him since my damn delivery has been delayed again,” Quinn caught herself as she suddenly sounded incredibly selfish in regards to wearing you. Blushing, she simply went quiet.
Avery finished up on Quinn’s toenails, before your ridiculously curvy roommate turned owner slid her foot back into her flip flops and walked up to her room.
Sitting on the edge of her bed, she looked down at you with a pitying expression on her face.
“Sorry about that earlier, Hunter. I was frustrated about my order getting delayed again, along with this whole legal battle we’ve got going with that evil notary,” Quinn sighed. “Looks like I’ll need to use you for another while though, since my replacement flip flops keep getting delayed and it doesn’t look like we’ll be getting rid of your license for a while either. To be in with the best chance, we need to try and find proof that Isabella forged your signature, because she’s got us cornered otherwise. Anyway, I’ve got work in the morning, so good night.”
Quinn got ready for bed and you were soon left in darkness as she switched the lights off.
Left to your thoughts you could only fear how casual everyone was becoming with you in this form. If you weren’t freed soon you feared that the way your roommates treated you could irreversibly changed, you wanted them to view you as an equal, not the footwear of one of their real roommates.
In the end you couldn’t do anything to change it, you would just have to hope that Quinn and Morgan would come through for you.
1) Quinn is approached by a member of the public who witnessed your confrontation with Rachel and Isabella at the beach, wondering if you were ok since they hadn’t seen you working as a lifeguard since then. Possibly a lead to freeing you?
2) After three months, Quinn’s flip flops arrive. What happens to you?
3) You are stolen while Quinn is saving someone at Sanderson Beach and isn’t wearing you.
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April 23, 2025
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