Melanie wants to get “your” message across
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 18
by
Bobob1
(Chapter originally written by Alistair)
[Written with collaboration from kla]
“I gotta look the part and keep ya close ta me ta show ya off at my rally today!” She exclaimed, clearly excited at the prospect of using you to kickstart her political career right away.
She looked directly at your obscured face, clearly knowing that she had put it on the backside of the bikini she had formed you into, but likely didn’t care. As far as she was concerned you were her property at this point and it didn’t really matter what way she treated you since as far as she knew, you wanted this.
You tried to struggle, wiggle, anything to get across to this misguided woman that you didn’t want this, but it was no use. The Full Length spray held you tightly in this form, unable to move at all. Between the spray immobilising you and the way she had painted you, you were nothing more than this overly patriotic woman’s bikini bottom, and no one else would be able to tell the difference.
Although from how Melanie spoke about this rally she was going to wear you to, she intended to tell everyone exactly what you were. You shuddered at the thought of this woman broadcasting the lies that she had been told about what you wanted to her supporters... what if this reached your family? Would they believe her? You hoped that they would know you better than that.
If everyone was only getting Melanie’s narrative on what you wanted, then people would likely start to believe it. This would possibly make Morgan and Quinn’s efforts to free you all the more difficult.
Before your negative spiral of thoughts could continue further, your vision shifted with lightning speed as Melanie moved her hand to her side and walked to her bedroom to get ready for the rally she was leading.
Melanie carried you into her very large bedroom, which her little tiny molding workshop seemed to be adjacent to. The size of this bedroom, as well of how lavishly decorated it was, told you that Melanie was a very wealthy woman, unsurprising since she was the spokeswoman of an incredibly large company and had the physique of a goddess given human form.
Gently setting you down on the bed, Melanie kicked off her flip flops, sending her two sons hurtling across the room and into a large walk in wardrobe that was on the other side of the room. Evidently this woman treated all tinies, even her own children, as nothing more than objects. Even you were likely only getting special attention because you were useful to her.
Melanie quickly peeled off her shorts and plucked her thong from deep between her jiggling buns, letting them drop to the floor at her feet in a pile. Unable to look away, you noted that the thong was tan, most likely another poor tiny she had decided would make suitable underwear.
Her blue crop top soon followed, as well as shockingly, a tan bra, which you could make out a face inside the right cup of. Just how many tiny guys were in this insane woman’s wardrobe?
Now fully nude, Melanie strolled into her walk in wardrobe, leaving you alone on her bed.
You waited for around ten minutes before she re-emerged, holding a new change of clothes. She laid them out on the bed beside you, and you could see she planned to wear a matching Stars and Stripes bikini top. She looked like she was planning to cover up with a relatively plain pair of black shorts and black top, likely planning on covering you up so she could unveil you later at the rally.
Looking down at you with a smile, Melanie picked you up before lowering you to the ground. Stepping through the holes in your new thong form, she wiggled her toes in anticipation of wearing her new favourite bikini bottom. You were pulled up her long legs, all the way up past her knees before you met resistance. Melanie pulling you up past her thighs stretched your body painfully, but that was nothing compared to her pulling you over her enormous bubble butt.
You silently screamed out as your limbs were pulled to their limits to accommodate her wide hips, and your face was almost completely dragged between her buns. Your vision was now completely filled with nothing but darkness and the tanned flesh of Melanie’s ass.
Once you were settled in place, Melanie turned to look at you in the mirror. She squealed in excitement when she saw how well her new bikini bottom fit her. The backside was tight and rode up between her cheeks just enough to show the shape of her ass beautifully, while also not being completely consumed by them, still showing off the design that she had painstakingly painted on them. They also covered enough of her cheeks so that it wasn’t completely scandalous but still showed off a considerable amount of flesh.
“Mah stars you look great Hunter!” She slapped her ass lightly, stinging your back slightly and causing her massive ass to wobble slightly, making you dizzy. “You might just be the best bottoms ah’ve ever had! I reckon ah’ll maybe wear you as underwear as well as a bikini bottom, ‘cause yer just so darn comfy!”
She quickly pulled on the rest of her clothing, the only part of which you noticed was the shorts, which pushed your face further into the embrace of her doughy cheeks.
As she walked off, presumably making her way to the rally, your face was relentlessly ground and smeared up and down by her shifting cheeks, every pump of her legs causing your limbs to be painfully stretched and pulled by her wide hips. You hoped that your roommates would find some way of saving you soon, because if they didn’t it was likely that this would be the rest of your life, stuck as an article of clothing for this unbelievably curvy woman.
*****
Melanie exited her car, parked a few blocks away from city hall, where the rally was set to take place in front of. She smiled, excited to help spread “your” message and hopefully move her country one step closer to giving tinies the rights they deserved.
You meanwhile had spent the last half our painfully compressed under Melanie’s weighty rear. It was a hot day, and her ass was beginning to grow increasingly sweaty, both the sweat and the earthy scent of her inner ass crack seeping into your crushed face. You hadn’t ridden up her crack enough to be absorbing the sweat from deep in her crack, but the comparably small taste of it you were getting from your position only wedged in slightly made you glad you hadn’t ridden that far up yet.
As Melanie made the short walk to city hall, the movement of her ass cheeks smeared you up and down. It almost felt like you were being chewed by her glutes as she excitedly walked towards her destination.
Melanie rounded the corner and smiled as she saw a fairly large crowd had gathered. The size of the crowd showed her that her message of treating tinies how they were supposed to be treated was becoming more widespread.
What made her frown was the counter protest she saw across the street, it was much smaller than the crowd that had come to her rally, but it’s presence was a reminder of how misguided people in this city were in her eyes. Most heartbreaking to her was the amount of misguided tinies in the crowd that she could make out. Soon they’d realise that the most fulfilling their lives could be would be serving the women around them as clothing.
Melanie was welcomed into the crowd, every woman there smiling and waving to her, happy to see that their most prominent member had arrived. She made her way up to the podium that had been set up at the top of the stairs, where she would give her speech.
As she walked behind the podium, she smiled in anticipation of revealing you. She quickly, pulled down her shorts and removed her top, putting her new Stars and Stripes bikini on full display. It was met with many oohs and aahs from the crowd, who knew that one, if not both parts of it would be a tiny man.
Looking over the crowd, pleased with their reaction to you, Melanie surveyed the crowd, but what does she see?
1) There is a news team present, Melanie’s message gets to a larger audience than she expected.
2) Avery is standing in the crowd, she decided to take Melanie up on her invitation to come to the rally. Will Melanie’s speech further persuade Avery of your “true” desires, and perhaps even convince Avery to take up political activism?
3) Morgan and Quinn, who did some research into Melanie and, after getting all of the information they could from Avery, have come to try and rescue you.
[Written with collaboration from kla]
“I gotta look the part and keep ya close ta me ta show ya off at my rally today!” She exclaimed, clearly excited at the prospect of using you to kickstart her political career right away.
She looked directly at your obscured face, clearly knowing that she had put it on the backside of the bikini she had formed you into, but likely didn’t care. As far as she was concerned you were her property at this point and it didn’t really matter what way she treated you since as far as she knew, you wanted this.
You tried to struggle, wiggle, anything to get across to this misguided woman that you didn’t want this, but it was no use. The Full Length spray held you tightly in this form, unable to move at all. Between the spray immobilising you and the way she had painted you, you were nothing more than this overly patriotic woman’s bikini bottom, and no one else would be able to tell the difference.
Although from how Melanie spoke about this rally she was going to wear you to, she intended to tell everyone exactly what you were. You shuddered at the thought of this woman broadcasting the lies that she had been told about what you wanted to her supporters... what if this reached your family? Would they believe her? You hoped that they would know you better than that.
If everyone was only getting Melanie’s narrative on what you wanted, then people would likely start to believe it. This would possibly make Morgan and Quinn’s efforts to free you all the more difficult.
Before your negative spiral of thoughts could continue further, your vision shifted with lightning speed as Melanie moved her hand to her side and walked to her bedroom to get ready for the rally she was leading.
Melanie carried you into her very large bedroom, which her little tiny molding workshop seemed to be adjacent to. The size of this bedroom, as well of how lavishly decorated it was, told you that Melanie was a very wealthy woman, unsurprising since she was the spokeswoman of an incredibly large company and had the physique of a goddess given human form.
Gently setting you down on the bed, Melanie kicked off her flip flops, sending her two sons hurtling across the room and into a large walk in wardrobe that was on the other side of the room. Evidently this woman treated all tinies, even her own children, as nothing more than objects. Even you were likely only getting special attention because you were useful to her.
Melanie quickly peeled off her shorts and plucked her thong from deep between her jiggling buns, letting them drop to the floor at her feet in a pile. Unable to look away, you noted that the thong was tan, most likely another poor tiny she had decided would make suitable underwear.
Her blue crop top soon followed, as well as shockingly, a tan bra, which you could make out a face inside the right cup of. Just how many tiny guys were in this insane woman’s wardrobe?
Now fully nude, Melanie strolled into her walk in wardrobe, leaving you alone on her bed.
You waited for around ten minutes before she re-emerged, holding a new change of clothes. She laid them out on the bed beside you, and you could see she planned to wear a matching Stars and Stripes bikini top. She looked like she was planning to cover up with a relatively plain pair of black shorts and black top, likely planning on covering you up so she could unveil you later at the rally.
Looking down at you with a smile, Melanie picked you up before lowering you to the ground. Stepping through the holes in your new thong form, she wiggled her toes in anticipation of wearing her new favourite bikini bottom. You were pulled up her long legs, all the way up past her knees before you met resistance. Melanie pulling you up past her thighs stretched your body painfully, but that was nothing compared to her pulling you over her enormous bubble butt.
You silently screamed out as your limbs were pulled to their limits to accommodate her wide hips, and your face was almost completely dragged between her buns. Your vision was now completely filled with nothing but darkness and the tanned flesh of Melanie’s ass.
Once you were settled in place, Melanie turned to look at you in the mirror. She squealed in excitement when she saw how well her new bikini bottom fit her. The backside was tight and rode up between her cheeks just enough to show the shape of her ass beautifully, while also not being completely consumed by them, still showing off the design that she had painstakingly painted on them. They also covered enough of her cheeks so that it wasn’t completely scandalous but still showed off a considerable amount of flesh.
“Mah stars you look great Hunter!” She slapped her ass lightly, stinging your back slightly and causing her massive ass to wobble slightly, making you dizzy. “You might just be the best bottoms ah’ve ever had! I reckon ah’ll maybe wear you as underwear as well as a bikini bottom, ‘cause yer just so darn comfy!”
She quickly pulled on the rest of her clothing, the only part of which you noticed was the shorts, which pushed your face further into the embrace of her doughy cheeks.
As she walked off, presumably making her way to the rally, your face was relentlessly ground and smeared up and down by her shifting cheeks, every pump of her legs causing your limbs to be painfully stretched and pulled by her wide hips. You hoped that your roommates would find some way of saving you soon, because if they didn’t it was likely that this would be the rest of your life, stuck as an article of clothing for this unbelievably curvy woman.
*****
Melanie exited her car, parked a few blocks away from city hall, where the rally was set to take place in front of. She smiled, excited to help spread “your” message and hopefully move her country one step closer to giving tinies the rights they deserved.
You meanwhile had spent the last half our painfully compressed under Melanie’s weighty rear. It was a hot day, and her ass was beginning to grow increasingly sweaty, both the sweat and the earthy scent of her inner ass crack seeping into your crushed face. You hadn’t ridden up her crack enough to be absorbing the sweat from deep in her crack, but the comparably small taste of it you were getting from your position only wedged in slightly made you glad you hadn’t ridden that far up yet.
As Melanie made the short walk to city hall, the movement of her ass cheeks smeared you up and down. It almost felt like you were being chewed by her glutes as she excitedly walked towards her destination.
Melanie rounded the corner and smiled as she saw a fairly large crowd had gathered. The size of the crowd showed her that her message of treating tinies how they were supposed to be treated was becoming more widespread.
What made her frown was the counter protest she saw across the street, it was much smaller than the crowd that had come to her rally, but it’s presence was a reminder of how misguided people in this city were in her eyes. Most heartbreaking to her was the amount of misguided tinies in the crowd that she could make out. Soon they’d realise that the most fulfilling their lives could be would be serving the women around them as clothing.
Melanie was welcomed into the crowd, every woman there smiling and waving to her, happy to see that their most prominent member had arrived. She made her way up to the podium that had been set up at the top of the stairs, where she would give her speech.
As she walked behind the podium, she smiled in anticipation of revealing you. She quickly, pulled down her shorts and removed her top, putting her new Stars and Stripes bikini on full display. It was met with many oohs and aahs from the crowd, who knew that one, if not both parts of it would be a tiny man.
Looking over the crowd, pleased with their reaction to you, Melanie surveyed the crowd, but what does she see?
1) There is a news team present, Melanie’s message gets to a larger audience than she expected.
2) Avery is standing in the crowd, she decided to take Melanie up on her invitation to come to the rally. Will Melanie’s speech further persuade Avery of your “true” desires, and perhaps even convince Avery to take up political activism?
3) Morgan and Quinn, who did some research into Melanie and, after getting all of the information they could from Avery, have come to try and rescue you.
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April 23, 2025
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