Melanie Johnson
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 16
by
Bobob1
(Chapter originally written by Alistair)
[Written with collaboration from kla]
Quinn and Morgan wracked their brains for anyone else they could give you to that they trusted, but none came to mind. You couldn’t think of any either, but just as you were about to resign yourself to one of the choices you were presented, you heard Avery’s voice from behind you.
“If you’re like, dead set on being a little meanie and not helping out any of us, I have an idea that might work,” the irritated pink haired girl shot you daggers with her eyes, but you could feel a genuine care in her words. She clearly wanted what was best for you, but she was just hurt by the way you spoke to her. “We got a new client at work, she’s a spokesperson for some big tiny related company, can’t remember what it is. What I do know is that she’s like, an uber massive tiny rights activist, so I doubt she’d take advantage of you. See, I do want what’s best for you, cutie, even if you were a bit of a jerk.”
“Yeah, uh sorry about that Avery,” you sheepishly smiled up at her. “I just got a bit stressed and I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that.”
Avery continued to pout but you could see a slight smile begin to creep in at the corners of her mouth.
“All right I’ll go call her, she had invited me to some tiny rights march or something like that and gave me her phone number in case I decided to go.”
*****
You sat in Avery’s palm as she walked towards the door, which had been knocked just moments ago. Avery had called this person, who you found out was called Melanie Johnson, who agreed to come and collect you in a few hours, since you didn’t know when exactly Isabella was going to show up. You didn’t hear Avery’s conversation with Melanie, so you were slightly worried about how she could have explained your situation, since Avery was under the impression that you wanted to be used. You pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind, Avery had described Melanie as a tiny rights activist, she’d know exactly what you were going through surely.
Ever since you heard this woman’s name, there had been a nagging sensation in the back of your mind, she sounded familiar to you, but you weren’t exactly sure where you had heard her name.
Your train of thought was interrupted as Avery reached the door and opened it, revealing one of the most beautiful and ridiculously curvy women you had ever seen.
She was incredibly tall, towering over Avery without even wearing heels, you’d guess she was around 6’3”. She seemed more mature looking than your roommates, but she looked so youthful that accurately guessing her age was probably a futile effort. Her flawless, pale skinned face was framed by long, platinum blonde hair that went all the way down to her waist. As she opened her mouth to greet Avery, her big blue eyes were drawn to you, sitting on your roommate’s palm. As you almost felt yourself almost getting lost in her eyes, her plump lips parted into a radiant smile, exposing her pearly white teeth.
Glancing down from her face, your jaw dropped as you took in Melanie’s unbelievable curves. She was wearing a pair of tight, red short shorts that barely covered the bottom of her ass cheeks, and were clearly losing the fight to not be devoured by them. Her gargantuan breasts were barely contained in a blue crop top that left her lean midriff exposed. Her curves were, frankly, outrageous. She had assets that rivalled Quinn’s in sheer size, but her slimmer waist gave her an hourglass figure that your roommate just couldn’t compete with.
Glancing further down you saw her toes wiggling idly in a pair of white flip flops.
The sense that you knew who this woman was growing even stronger now that you were able to see her, but you still couldn’t quite place who she was.
“Why hi there lil’ man,” her husky voice and southern accent drew you out of your stupor. “Nice ta meet ya, I’m Melanie.”
“H-hi, I-I’m Hunter,” you felt yourself become a bubbling mess just by looking at this woman.
“Well lil’ Hunter, Avery was kind enough to fill me in on the situation,” she smiled warmly at you in an almost motherly way which comforted you immensely. “And I’d be more than willin’ ta help ya out. I won’t let those awful women strip away yer god given rights, don’t worry ‘bout that.”
Every word this woman said eased your fears, you glanced back at Avery.
“Thanks so much for arranging this Avery, I don’t know what I would have done without you,” you smiled up at her.
“No problem cutie, I know that with Melanie you’ll be in great hands,” as she smiled you also heard her mutter under her breath. “You would have also have had a totes amazing time with me but whatever.”
Sighing once again at your pink haired roommate, you looked past her to Morgan and Quinn.
“Don’t worry Hunter, we’ll get to work right away at getting rid of that license,” Morgan looked at you sympathetically.
“Yeah dude, you can count on us,” Quinn cracked a small smile.
You could swear you heard a small scoff come from Melanie when Morgan mentioned getting rid of your license, but none of your roommates seemed to pick up on it so you must have been hearing things.
Avery gently lowered you into your new caretaker’s hand, and with that Melanie walked back to her car. You looked longingly back at your three roommates, hoping that the license removal would go well and you would be back with them soon. In the meantime, you knew you were in good hands.
Melanie got into her car and gently slipped you into the gargantuan valley of her cleavage. Only your head was left sticking out and you couldn’t move, but it was warm and comforting so you didn’t mind. You could feel a softness to her boobs, but there was also a slight firmness that held you in place tightly. Clearly Melanie kept fit as well as being unbelievably well endowed, either that or it was just her tight top restricting them.
As she pulled away in the car, she began speaking to you again.
“So hon, seems like you’ve got yerself into a bit of a pickle,” she smiled, not taking her eyes off the road.
“Yeah you could say that again,” you sadly looked up at her radiant face.
“Well no need ta worry now, yer in safe hands with me. No woman’ll be takin’ away yer God-given rights while I’m around. Yer an American dammit, that means somethin’!” She was getting impassioned in her speech, this was clearly something that meant a lot to her, and you couldn’t help but admire her conviction. “I mean, who do those two girls think they are, tryin’ ta dictate how a little guy like yerself can and can’t live his life. Oooh it makes mah blood boil!”
“Yeah Isabella and Rachel sure are pieces of work,” you agreed.
“... Sorry hon, but who are Isabella and Rachel?” She looked down at you, confused.
“...The women who forced... the usage license on me,” you stared back up at her, confused. Had Avery not filled her in on the whole situation.
As you explained who Isabella and Rachel were, Melanie glanced down at you with a pitying smile.
“Now hon, you know that ain’t true. Those two girls sound like real patriots, liberating a lil’ tiny like yerself and lettin’ him live his life the way he wants to, as an object,” you were too stunned to say anything, you thought this woman cared about tiny rights! Before you could interrupt she continued. “Nah, I was referrin’ tah yer other two roommates, what’s their names, Martha and Queenie? They seem like the kinda deluded college kids that think tinies and women like me are the same, when we ain’t, and that’s fine. Now that Avery though, she knows what’s up, she seems like a real American and knows that tinies can only lead fulfillin’ lives wrapped around the bodies of women like me. Back home in Texas all the lil’ guys know the real order of things, mah two darlin’ boys have been worn by me ever since they left school and they’re more content than any tiny I’ve ever seen.”
You couldn’t believe the nonsense this woman was spouting, but before you could interject she turned on the radio, it was a political debate involving a politician called Miles Jacob, a tiny guy running for state governor on a platform of securing rights for tinies by rooting out supposed corruption in the C.T.C and with a pipe dream of removing Baker’s law altogether, you actually kind of saw him as something of a role model.
“Ya see, this is why I came out here, I saw the insanity in states like this where tinies run for government! That ain’t a fulfillin’ life for a tiny! Tinies can’t do a woman’s job and we need to stop pretendin’ that they can, that little politician Miles Jacob belongs wrapped around some woman’s hips, not in public office,” She fumed, before softening , looking back down to you before continuing. “But you hon, seem to know yer place in the world, you don’t want the confusion of living a “normal” life, when ya could be livin’ the comfy life, worn by a woman like me! Yer story was so tragic when Avery told me I just had ta intervene. I think usin’ yer story I can get my message to a much wider audience, maybe even run for governor mahself! Ooh maybe one day you could cushion mah ass in the Oval Office, would ya like that hon?”
As she concluded your speech and you were about to tell her that you wanted none of this, something about the way she smiled made something in your brain click. You knew exactly who this was, and it terrified you.
You were currently in that hands, or rather the breasts of, Melanie Johnson, the spokeswoman of the “Full Length” spray, and very outspoken activist for a tinies “right” to be worn!
[Written with collaboration from kla]
Quinn and Morgan wracked their brains for anyone else they could give you to that they trusted, but none came to mind. You couldn’t think of any either, but just as you were about to resign yourself to one of the choices you were presented, you heard Avery’s voice from behind you.
“If you’re like, dead set on being a little meanie and not helping out any of us, I have an idea that might work,” the irritated pink haired girl shot you daggers with her eyes, but you could feel a genuine care in her words. She clearly wanted what was best for you, but she was just hurt by the way you spoke to her. “We got a new client at work, she’s a spokesperson for some big tiny related company, can’t remember what it is. What I do know is that she’s like, an uber massive tiny rights activist, so I doubt she’d take advantage of you. See, I do want what’s best for you, cutie, even if you were a bit of a jerk.”
“Yeah, uh sorry about that Avery,” you sheepishly smiled up at her. “I just got a bit stressed and I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that.”
Avery continued to pout but you could see a slight smile begin to creep in at the corners of her mouth.
“All right I’ll go call her, she had invited me to some tiny rights march or something like that and gave me her phone number in case I decided to go.”
*****
You sat in Avery’s palm as she walked towards the door, which had been knocked just moments ago. Avery had called this person, who you found out was called Melanie Johnson, who agreed to come and collect you in a few hours, since you didn’t know when exactly Isabella was going to show up. You didn’t hear Avery’s conversation with Melanie, so you were slightly worried about how she could have explained your situation, since Avery was under the impression that you wanted to be used. You pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind, Avery had described Melanie as a tiny rights activist, she’d know exactly what you were going through surely.
Ever since you heard this woman’s name, there had been a nagging sensation in the back of your mind, she sounded familiar to you, but you weren’t exactly sure where you had heard her name.
Your train of thought was interrupted as Avery reached the door and opened it, revealing one of the most beautiful and ridiculously curvy women you had ever seen.
She was incredibly tall, towering over Avery without even wearing heels, you’d guess she was around 6’3”. She seemed more mature looking than your roommates, but she looked so youthful that accurately guessing her age was probably a futile effort. Her flawless, pale skinned face was framed by long, platinum blonde hair that went all the way down to her waist. As she opened her mouth to greet Avery, her big blue eyes were drawn to you, sitting on your roommate’s palm. As you almost felt yourself almost getting lost in her eyes, her plump lips parted into a radiant smile, exposing her pearly white teeth.
Glancing down from her face, your jaw dropped as you took in Melanie’s unbelievable curves. She was wearing a pair of tight, red short shorts that barely covered the bottom of her ass cheeks, and were clearly losing the fight to not be devoured by them. Her gargantuan breasts were barely contained in a blue crop top that left her lean midriff exposed. Her curves were, frankly, outrageous. She had assets that rivalled Quinn’s in sheer size, but her slimmer waist gave her an hourglass figure that your roommate just couldn’t compete with.
Glancing further down you saw her toes wiggling idly in a pair of white flip flops.
The sense that you knew who this woman was growing even stronger now that you were able to see her, but you still couldn’t quite place who she was.
“Why hi there lil’ man,” her husky voice and southern accent drew you out of your stupor. “Nice ta meet ya, I’m Melanie.”
“H-hi, I-I’m Hunter,” you felt yourself become a bubbling mess just by looking at this woman.
“Well lil’ Hunter, Avery was kind enough to fill me in on the situation,” she smiled warmly at you in an almost motherly way which comforted you immensely. “And I’d be more than willin’ ta help ya out. I won’t let those awful women strip away yer god given rights, don’t worry ‘bout that.”
Every word this woman said eased your fears, you glanced back at Avery.
“Thanks so much for arranging this Avery, I don’t know what I would have done without you,” you smiled up at her.
“No problem cutie, I know that with Melanie you’ll be in great hands,” as she smiled you also heard her mutter under her breath. “You would have also have had a totes amazing time with me but whatever.”
Sighing once again at your pink haired roommate, you looked past her to Morgan and Quinn.
“Don’t worry Hunter, we’ll get to work right away at getting rid of that license,” Morgan looked at you sympathetically.
“Yeah dude, you can count on us,” Quinn cracked a small smile.
You could swear you heard a small scoff come from Melanie when Morgan mentioned getting rid of your license, but none of your roommates seemed to pick up on it so you must have been hearing things.
Avery gently lowered you into your new caretaker’s hand, and with that Melanie walked back to her car. You looked longingly back at your three roommates, hoping that the license removal would go well and you would be back with them soon. In the meantime, you knew you were in good hands.
Melanie got into her car and gently slipped you into the gargantuan valley of her cleavage. Only your head was left sticking out and you couldn’t move, but it was warm and comforting so you didn’t mind. You could feel a softness to her boobs, but there was also a slight firmness that held you in place tightly. Clearly Melanie kept fit as well as being unbelievably well endowed, either that or it was just her tight top restricting them.
As she pulled away in the car, she began speaking to you again.
“So hon, seems like you’ve got yerself into a bit of a pickle,” she smiled, not taking her eyes off the road.
“Yeah you could say that again,” you sadly looked up at her radiant face.
“Well no need ta worry now, yer in safe hands with me. No woman’ll be takin’ away yer God-given rights while I’m around. Yer an American dammit, that means somethin’!” She was getting impassioned in her speech, this was clearly something that meant a lot to her, and you couldn’t help but admire her conviction. “I mean, who do those two girls think they are, tryin’ ta dictate how a little guy like yerself can and can’t live his life. Oooh it makes mah blood boil!”
“Yeah Isabella and Rachel sure are pieces of work,” you agreed.
“... Sorry hon, but who are Isabella and Rachel?” She looked down at you, confused.
“...The women who forced... the usage license on me,” you stared back up at her, confused. Had Avery not filled her in on the whole situation.
As you explained who Isabella and Rachel were, Melanie glanced down at you with a pitying smile.
“Now hon, you know that ain’t true. Those two girls sound like real patriots, liberating a lil’ tiny like yerself and lettin’ him live his life the way he wants to, as an object,” you were too stunned to say anything, you thought this woman cared about tiny rights! Before you could interrupt she continued. “Nah, I was referrin’ tah yer other two roommates, what’s their names, Martha and Queenie? They seem like the kinda deluded college kids that think tinies and women like me are the same, when we ain’t, and that’s fine. Now that Avery though, she knows what’s up, she seems like a real American and knows that tinies can only lead fulfillin’ lives wrapped around the bodies of women like me. Back home in Texas all the lil’ guys know the real order of things, mah two darlin’ boys have been worn by me ever since they left school and they’re more content than any tiny I’ve ever seen.”
You couldn’t believe the nonsense this woman was spouting, but before you could interject she turned on the radio, it was a political debate involving a politician called Miles Jacob, a tiny guy running for state governor on a platform of securing rights for tinies by rooting out supposed corruption in the C.T.C and with a pipe dream of removing Baker’s law altogether, you actually kind of saw him as something of a role model.
“Ya see, this is why I came out here, I saw the insanity in states like this where tinies run for government! That ain’t a fulfillin’ life for a tiny! Tinies can’t do a woman’s job and we need to stop pretendin’ that they can, that little politician Miles Jacob belongs wrapped around some woman’s hips, not in public office,” She fumed, before softening , looking back down to you before continuing. “But you hon, seem to know yer place in the world, you don’t want the confusion of living a “normal” life, when ya could be livin’ the comfy life, worn by a woman like me! Yer story was so tragic when Avery told me I just had ta intervene. I think usin’ yer story I can get my message to a much wider audience, maybe even run for governor mahself! Ooh maybe one day you could cushion mah ass in the Oval Office, would ya like that hon?”
As she concluded your speech and you were about to tell her that you wanted none of this, something about the way she smiled made something in your brain click. You knew exactly who this was, and it terrified you.
You were currently in that hands, or rather the breasts of, Melanie Johnson, the spokeswoman of the “Full Length” spray, and very outspoken activist for a tinies “right” to be worn!
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April 23, 2025
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