Melanie Molds You
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 17
by
Bobob1
(Chapter originally written by Alistair)
[Written with collaboration from kla]
Utterly stunned by the revelation of who exactly it was that had you in her clutches, you knew you had to speak up now. If you didn’t this woman would likely have you shaped into a bikini and would use you to advance her political aspirations before the day was over.
“U-um M-Melanie...” you stammered in fear, knowing that one wrong word could spell disaster.
“Yeah hon,” she glanced down at you lovingly. Her expression told you she genuinely believed every word she had just said, and that you would have to be crazy to not want to be worn by her.
“I think there m-might have been a mistake here, see the arrangement was supposed to be that you would hold on to me until Morgan and Quinn could remove my license.”
“Aw hon, there’s no need to play pretend with me. Avery told me that deep down, ya really wanted to be used. I know those wonderful folks at the C.T.C wouldn’t give ya a license if ya hadn’t signed them papers. I know yer roommates were pressuring you to live “normally”, but ya don’t need ta pretend around me Hunter, I know exactly what you want, Avery told me how much you wanted to be her thong,” she winked down at you in a sultry manner that only elicited fear from you, before her expression changed to a determined frown. “And I know there must be tonnes of lil’ guys like you, who just wanna be worn as clothes but feel embarrassed about it. That darlin’ Amy Baker did some good work for people like you, a real patriot that girl is. But I think she didn’t go far enough, I think fer all tiny guys ta feel safe and in their proper place, Bakers Law needs to become the default. Lil’ men should need to apply for a license NOT to be used, but ah think that once they get a taste of how fulfillin’ it is to support your loved ones as the comfiest clothin’ they’ve ever worn, no man in their right mind would apply to not be able to do it anymore.”
You badly wanted to try and explain to this insane woman that if wearing tinies became the default, they wouldn’t get the chance to opt out of it since they’d be stuck as clothing, but you figured it would be a futile effort to try to reason with her, she was clearly dead set in her beliefs, logical or not. Instead you tried to struggle, to escape her grasp. You had no idea how you would get out of her car but weren’t thinking that far ahead, you just had to get out of her grasp before she could use your “real story” to strip the rights of all tiny men in the country away.
Noticing your struggles, but not the intent behind them, she smiled.
“Calm down there lil’ guy, ah know yer excited ta get ta work. Ah reckon to make that kinda change though we’ll need to at least run for state governor, although maybe it would just be best to go for the big position straight away. Imagine that, President Melanie Johnson,” in her eyes, you could see she was eager to get started. “Yeah that’s a cool thought. Before we can get ta that though, we gotta get our message out there, which means you and me have a lotta work ahead of us. Although I suppose I’ll be doin’ most of the work, but you’ll be supportin’ me the whole way!”
With that she looked down at you flirtatiously, before her finger descended from above and pushed you all the way into her cleavage. You were unable to argue against her as your entire world became dominated by this massive, misguided woman’s breasts.
*****
You finally felt Melanie’s wobbling breasts stop as the vibration caused by the car’s engine cut out. She was home.
As you felt her breasts shift and shake with every step, battering your tiny body, you felt a sense of dread, what was going to happen to you when she got home?
You heard the muffled sound of a door slamming closed as she entered her home, and you were shaken and battered by her cleavage bouncing as she walked.
She didn’t take you out from between her mammoth mounds of breast flesh for what felt like around twenty minutes, but when she did you found yourself in a place that drove fear into you.
Melanie deposited you onto what appeared to be a very expensive looking worktop, covered in various paints and spray bottles, including a large can of Full Length complete with a picture of Melanie in an matching tan two piece bikini on it.
This was clearly her desk for turning tiny guys into clothing.
Turning to face her, you could see her gorgeous face almost bursting with excitement.
“Oooh I can’t wait ta add ya to my wardrobe hon! You’ll have great company,” as she said this she leaned over and slipped off her flip flops.
Placing them on the table, you immediately noticed the slightly stale smell coming from them, she obviously wore these a lot.
“Meet mah two darlin’ boys, Jason and Kayden,” as she spoke you noticed that the flip flops had a slightly different tone of white where the sole of her foot rests. Almost like it was a piece of fabric on top of each flip flop. You realised with horror that this “fabric” was her two sons. “They’ve been fillin’ in as mah foot cushions ever since they finished high school, and that was... uh, seven years ago?”
You almost couldn’t believe your ears, this woman had kept her own children as glorified insoles for the past seven years! You had to get away from her before you became an addition to her wardrobe, but you feared it was already too late.
“Yeah I’ve got a lotta lil’ guys like yerself in mah wardrobe, lost track of exactly how many there are or what exactly I turned them into. I only keep track of mah favourites, but don’t worry hon, I reckon you’ll be my favourite one yet!” She leaned in close, eying her flip flops jokingly before whispering. “Don’t tell the twins. Anyway hon, we’ve got a real busy day ahead of us, so I might as well get ya lookin’ the part.”
Before you could even scream her hand came down hard onto you, flattening you out onto the work surface. Melanie wasted no time in stretching your malleable body out , focusing mainly on your arms and legs. As you silently suffered, you could only watch as this incredibly misinformed woman began to flatten your torso out as stretch it into a long shape, before pulling your arms and legs into loops to go around her ludicrous hips.
As she held you up to examine you, a satisfied smile plastered over her face, you gazed over her shoulder into a nearby mirror and saw that she had formed you into a perfect, tan bikini bottom! She was clearly incredibly well practiced at this, because you looked like a flawless bikini bottom, not so much like a tiny shaped into one, there were very little imperfections. You also noticed with a sigh that your face, which would only be visible to the closest inspection, was positioned right in the centre of the backside, facing inwards.
“Oooh ya look great Hunter!” She beamed, setting you down before grabbing the can of Full Length spray. “Let’s make sure you get ta stay like that why don’t we.”
As you looked down the barrel of this spray can, the face of your tormentor painted on the side of it, you couldn’t even scream. Melanie gleefully pressed down on the nozzle, spraying you with the clear aerosol. You had never had Full Length used on you before, and you expected to at least feel something, but in reality the most you felt was a minor tingle as the spray soaked into your form. You knew that now, unless Melanie was gracious enough to wash you with a detergent containing the Full Length solvent, you would be stuck in the form of a bikini bottom, and you highly doubted that Melanie even owned any of the solvent anyway.
“There ya go, now ya won’t have ta go through the trouble of forcin’ yerself ta stay in that shape,” she smiled warmly at you. “Now fer the finishin’ touches.”
She began to gather together various fabric paints from the clutter of her work table. You couldn’t see the exact colours she was gathering, since you couldn’t move to look in that direction, you could only stare up at the gorgeous face of this woman who wanted to strip away not only your rights, but the rights of every tiny guy in the country.
“Ah, there they are. I think for a lil’ patriot like yerself I’ll paint ya in the three greatest colours around, red, white and blue!”
Without another word she went to work. Within a very short space of time she held you back up to examine you and you could see in the mirror that what had once been a uniformly tan bikini bottom, was now painted in the colours and patterning of an flag of the USA! You couldn’t even make out your own face anymore because the colours obscured it!
“You turned out great lil’ feller! My best work yet!” She beamed with happiness. “Ain’t no one undoing this while I’m around ‘cause that would be desecratin’ the flag!”
Your heart dropped as she said that, realising that if this misguided bimbo got her way then you would be stuck as her bikini bottom forever!
“Well then, I should probably put ya on now, I gotta look the part and keep ya close ta me...”
1) “... until I can make sure no one can take ya away from me!” She’s planning on going to the C.T.C to arrange a permanent usage license, which would give her sole ownership of you. Isabella already has your signature, so she could easily do that.
2) “... ta show ya off at my rally today.” She’s leading a political rally, and intends to share your “story” with all of her followers, Avery may also be there, since Melanie invited her.
3) “... since you’ll be in yer first Full Length commercial today!” She’s got to shoot and ad, and you’ll be what she’s wearing while she does it.
[Written with collaboration from kla]
Utterly stunned by the revelation of who exactly it was that had you in her clutches, you knew you had to speak up now. If you didn’t this woman would likely have you shaped into a bikini and would use you to advance her political aspirations before the day was over.
“U-um M-Melanie...” you stammered in fear, knowing that one wrong word could spell disaster.
“Yeah hon,” she glanced down at you lovingly. Her expression told you she genuinely believed every word she had just said, and that you would have to be crazy to not want to be worn by her.
“I think there m-might have been a mistake here, see the arrangement was supposed to be that you would hold on to me until Morgan and Quinn could remove my license.”
“Aw hon, there’s no need to play pretend with me. Avery told me that deep down, ya really wanted to be used. I know those wonderful folks at the C.T.C wouldn’t give ya a license if ya hadn’t signed them papers. I know yer roommates were pressuring you to live “normally”, but ya don’t need ta pretend around me Hunter, I know exactly what you want, Avery told me how much you wanted to be her thong,” she winked down at you in a sultry manner that only elicited fear from you, before her expression changed to a determined frown. “And I know there must be tonnes of lil’ guys like you, who just wanna be worn as clothes but feel embarrassed about it. That darlin’ Amy Baker did some good work for people like you, a real patriot that girl is. But I think she didn’t go far enough, I think fer all tiny guys ta feel safe and in their proper place, Bakers Law needs to become the default. Lil’ men should need to apply for a license NOT to be used, but ah think that once they get a taste of how fulfillin’ it is to support your loved ones as the comfiest clothin’ they’ve ever worn, no man in their right mind would apply to not be able to do it anymore.”
You badly wanted to try and explain to this insane woman that if wearing tinies became the default, they wouldn’t get the chance to opt out of it since they’d be stuck as clothing, but you figured it would be a futile effort to try to reason with her, she was clearly dead set in her beliefs, logical or not. Instead you tried to struggle, to escape her grasp. You had no idea how you would get out of her car but weren’t thinking that far ahead, you just had to get out of her grasp before she could use your “real story” to strip the rights of all tiny men in the country away.
Noticing your struggles, but not the intent behind them, she smiled.
“Calm down there lil’ guy, ah know yer excited ta get ta work. Ah reckon to make that kinda change though we’ll need to at least run for state governor, although maybe it would just be best to go for the big position straight away. Imagine that, President Melanie Johnson,” in her eyes, you could see she was eager to get started. “Yeah that’s a cool thought. Before we can get ta that though, we gotta get our message out there, which means you and me have a lotta work ahead of us. Although I suppose I’ll be doin’ most of the work, but you’ll be supportin’ me the whole way!”
With that she looked down at you flirtatiously, before her finger descended from above and pushed you all the way into her cleavage. You were unable to argue against her as your entire world became dominated by this massive, misguided woman’s breasts.
*****
You finally felt Melanie’s wobbling breasts stop as the vibration caused by the car’s engine cut out. She was home.
As you felt her breasts shift and shake with every step, battering your tiny body, you felt a sense of dread, what was going to happen to you when she got home?
You heard the muffled sound of a door slamming closed as she entered her home, and you were shaken and battered by her cleavage bouncing as she walked.
She didn’t take you out from between her mammoth mounds of breast flesh for what felt like around twenty minutes, but when she did you found yourself in a place that drove fear into you.
Melanie deposited you onto what appeared to be a very expensive looking worktop, covered in various paints and spray bottles, including a large can of Full Length complete with a picture of Melanie in an matching tan two piece bikini on it.
This was clearly her desk for turning tiny guys into clothing.
Turning to face her, you could see her gorgeous face almost bursting with excitement.
“Oooh I can’t wait ta add ya to my wardrobe hon! You’ll have great company,” as she said this she leaned over and slipped off her flip flops.
Placing them on the table, you immediately noticed the slightly stale smell coming from them, she obviously wore these a lot.
“Meet mah two darlin’ boys, Jason and Kayden,” as she spoke you noticed that the flip flops had a slightly different tone of white where the sole of her foot rests. Almost like it was a piece of fabric on top of each flip flop. You realised with horror that this “fabric” was her two sons. “They’ve been fillin’ in as mah foot cushions ever since they finished high school, and that was... uh, seven years ago?”
You almost couldn’t believe your ears, this woman had kept her own children as glorified insoles for the past seven years! You had to get away from her before you became an addition to her wardrobe, but you feared it was already too late.
“Yeah I’ve got a lotta lil’ guys like yerself in mah wardrobe, lost track of exactly how many there are or what exactly I turned them into. I only keep track of mah favourites, but don’t worry hon, I reckon you’ll be my favourite one yet!” She leaned in close, eying her flip flops jokingly before whispering. “Don’t tell the twins. Anyway hon, we’ve got a real busy day ahead of us, so I might as well get ya lookin’ the part.”
Before you could even scream her hand came down hard onto you, flattening you out onto the work surface. Melanie wasted no time in stretching your malleable body out , focusing mainly on your arms and legs. As you silently suffered, you could only watch as this incredibly misinformed woman began to flatten your torso out as stretch it into a long shape, before pulling your arms and legs into loops to go around her ludicrous hips.
As she held you up to examine you, a satisfied smile plastered over her face, you gazed over her shoulder into a nearby mirror and saw that she had formed you into a perfect, tan bikini bottom! She was clearly incredibly well practiced at this, because you looked like a flawless bikini bottom, not so much like a tiny shaped into one, there were very little imperfections. You also noticed with a sigh that your face, which would only be visible to the closest inspection, was positioned right in the centre of the backside, facing inwards.
“Oooh ya look great Hunter!” She beamed, setting you down before grabbing the can of Full Length spray. “Let’s make sure you get ta stay like that why don’t we.”
As you looked down the barrel of this spray can, the face of your tormentor painted on the side of it, you couldn’t even scream. Melanie gleefully pressed down on the nozzle, spraying you with the clear aerosol. You had never had Full Length used on you before, and you expected to at least feel something, but in reality the most you felt was a minor tingle as the spray soaked into your form. You knew that now, unless Melanie was gracious enough to wash you with a detergent containing the Full Length solvent, you would be stuck in the form of a bikini bottom, and you highly doubted that Melanie even owned any of the solvent anyway.
“There ya go, now ya won’t have ta go through the trouble of forcin’ yerself ta stay in that shape,” she smiled warmly at you. “Now fer the finishin’ touches.”
She began to gather together various fabric paints from the clutter of her work table. You couldn’t see the exact colours she was gathering, since you couldn’t move to look in that direction, you could only stare up at the gorgeous face of this woman who wanted to strip away not only your rights, but the rights of every tiny guy in the country.
“Ah, there they are. I think for a lil’ patriot like yerself I’ll paint ya in the three greatest colours around, red, white and blue!”
Without another word she went to work. Within a very short space of time she held you back up to examine you and you could see in the mirror that what had once been a uniformly tan bikini bottom, was now painted in the colours and patterning of an flag of the USA! You couldn’t even make out your own face anymore because the colours obscured it!
“You turned out great lil’ feller! My best work yet!” She beamed with happiness. “Ain’t no one undoing this while I’m around ‘cause that would be desecratin’ the flag!”
Your heart dropped as she said that, realising that if this misguided bimbo got her way then you would be stuck as her bikini bottom forever!
“Well then, I should probably put ya on now, I gotta look the part and keep ya close ta me...”
1) “... until I can make sure no one can take ya away from me!” She’s planning on going to the C.T.C to arrange a permanent usage license, which would give her sole ownership of you. Isabella already has your signature, so she could easily do that.
2) “... ta show ya off at my rally today.” She’s leading a political rally, and intends to share your “story” with all of her followers, Avery may also be there, since Melanie invited her.
3) “... since you’ll be in yer first Full Length commercial today!” She’s got to shoot and ad, and you’ll be what she’s wearing while she does it.
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April 23, 2025
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