Contractual Obligations
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 10
by
Bobob1
You awoke, and after taking a moment to breath deeply and calm yourself down, you could hear the faint sounds of laughter and waves crashing, and realized that you were once more in Quinn’s bag, being carried along to work at Sanderson Beach. Sure enough, after a minute, your pocket was unzipped, and Quinn lifted you out.
Looking down at you, Quinn noted your shaken expression and frowned. “You’re really worried about this, huh?” She asked, a hint of genuine compassion in her voice. “Look, Hunter, I think that License stuff is bullshit and frustrating. I knew a few tinies once who signed up because they were low on cash, and the last I ever saw them, this bratty cheerleader at our high school had them glued to her boobs like pasties for over four months. Of course, according to law, it was all ‘legal’.”
You paled at Quinn’s story, and began quivering in fear. “Y-you don’t think…that…” You began, but Quinn cut you off.
“Hell no, Hunter. You’re under my care while we’re hear at the beach.” Quinn’s expression was blazing with righteous fury. “Until this License mess is sorted, I’m telling Brigitte that you WILL NOT leave my sight each day. I swear.”
Your accelerating panic attack slowed down, and you flashed Quinn a grateful smile. To your surprise, she actually returned it, and it was one of the few times you could recall seeing her actually smile so far.
Quinn began walking, and resumed talking as she did so. “In fact, we’re headed to Brigitte’s office right now. She requested to speak to us, and told me not to change for some reason. Maybe she finally has a replacement for my too-small bikini. Regardless, I’m letting her know that your safety comes first. She’ll be understanding, count on it.”
“Thank you for doing all of this, Quinn. It means a lot.” You said to her, and though she didn’t respond with more than a curt nod, you could’ve sworn the lightest trace of pink flushed her cheeks for a split second before disappearing.
When the two of you reached Brigitte’s office, you found your new boss seated at her desk, and frowning at her computer. As Quinn walked in, Brigitte glanced up, and her frown only deepened. As she locked eyes with you, the light in her eyes dimmed a bit. You weren’t totally sure, but it seemed as if she was displaying signs of…anxiety? Apprehension? Guilt, maybe?
Quinn took a seat in front of Brigitte’s desk, and placed you down on the edge of her boss’s desk. Noting her superior’s apparent unease, Quinn furrowed her brow. “What’s up, Brigitte? You wanted to see us? Truth is, I had something to say to.”
Brigitte’s eyes widened, and she breathed out, seemingly releasing a breath she’d been holding for a while. “O-oh? Is that right? Go ahead, shoot. I’ll…uh…explain myself after you speak.”
Quinn shrugged. “Okay, sure. Basically, I just wanted to request Hunter as my partner for the next few weeks. I wanted him up in the lifeguard stand with me, or by my side during patrols.” Your black-haired roommate glanced at you, then back to Brigitte. “He had a…less than enjoyable first day, and would feel safer as close to me as possible.”
Hearing the phrase ‘close to me as possible’ caused Brigitte to shift uncomfortably in her chair, and the redhead seemed to be at a loss for words for a moment until finally composing herself. Looking at her computer, then at you, and finally at Quinn, she spoke again. “Well, that shouldn’t be too much of a problem…in a way.”
You spoke up. “That’s great, thank you!”
Brigitte bit her lip, and waited an uncomfortably long time before speaking again. “See, thing is…I actually got an email late last night. I checked again to make sure it was real this morning. From what I can see on my end, Hunter has applied for, and been accepted for a General Use License. All the paperwork is here on the screen, and legit.”
You felt your fears rising, and you stammered out a reply. “W-well, th-that’s not actually…”
Quinn, unintentionally, cut off your explanation with her own. “No, ma’am, Hunter was…”
Brigitte silenced both of you by raising your hand. “Look, guys. I’m sorry, but it doesn’t matter. From your expressions, it seems like maybe this was all a big mishap, but the paperwork is genuine. This License has to be treated as real and applicable to any foreseeable situation. Until it can be officially revoked…which I hear is a huge pain.”
Your giantess partner seethed in her chair, angry at the women from yesterday, not Brigitte, who’s hands were tied. “Just because the License is real…for now…doesn’t mean we have to do anything with–”
“Speaking of that…” Brigitte leaned back in her chair, and pulled an envelope out of a drawer. She dropped the envelope onto her desk in front of Quinn, letting the contents spill out. Inside the envelope were about thirty little slips of folded paper. “…I found notes like these in the Sanderson Beach tips and complaints box all this past week. These thirty are from yesterday ALONE.”
Quinn, confused, sifted through the pieces of paper, pausing to read a few. After glancing at them, a full, beet red blush ignited in her cheeks, and her eyes widened. You’d never seen Quinn look so taken aback by anything before. She was utterly speechless.
Brigitte sighed. “Ten of these paper slips are from beach goers complaining about your risqué uniform, Quinn. Mostly families and older people saying that you’re setting a bad example for children. The other twenty slips are, frankly, quite lecherous. Perverts and the like complimenting your…ahem…‘crazy hella fine ass’ and ‘bouncing bubble butt’. It’s pretty gross.”
To your amazement, Quinn actually sank into her seat from embarrassment. “I-I can’t help it. I’m just shaped this way…AND it’s that dumb suit’s fault. It’s too small!” Quinn was a bit frantic now, probably trying too hard to save face. It was almost cute, if you didn’t have a growing sense of dread building inside of you over what was about to happen.
“Exactly my point, Quinn.” Brigitte nodded, and she began to slowly move forward, leaning over her desk. Momentarily distracted by your boss’ huge, firm breasts and lean abdomen, you were caught off guard as the towering redhead scooped you up into her palm and held you tightly. The action also snapped Quinn out of her flustered spiral, and she sat up attentively.
“Wait, Brigitte, what are you…” You tried to say, before being silenced by Brigitte gently but forcibly smushing your head flat.
Brigitte shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know all the details here, but this seems like the win-win situation to me. Hunter as a General Use License now, making it perfectly legal for him to serve his position here at Sanderson Beach by being molded into replacement bikini bottoms for you. Just as long as it takes until we get a new, proper fitting suit for you, Quinn. Besides, the General Use License, when used in a work setting, ups his hourly pay. Again, win-win!”
Quinn was floored. “Wha…Brigitte! He’s a living being like us. He doesn’t want to be my bikini bottoms!” Quinn paused, and began blushing again. “And I don’t want to have to wear Hunter for–”
“Look, his License says what his License says.” Brigitte frowned. “This might be weird for you at first, but you just need to change your thinking. By law, he’s property now, remember?”
Quinn’s eyes nearly bulged from her skull, and she sneered at her boss. “You can’t seriously believe that?”
Brigitte shook her head. “No, I like that little dude, but it’s factual law. Not only do we need to abide by his License, but this will also solve your dress code issue. No more rude comments or worrying complaints from beach goers, and no more discomfort for you. I mean, I’m sure you know how stretchy tinies are. He’ll fit you well.”
“Ma’am…”
“At the end of the day…I’m your boss, Quinn. I’m telling you this is going to happen.” The giantess redhead looked sullen for a moment. “I’m sorry, but all you could do is quit to avoid this. Even still, Hunter would remain employed here, and I’m sure his License would be useful for other purposes.”
Your giantess roommate looked utterly defeated, and she sank back in defeat. Sparing you a heart wrenching look of dismayed acceptance, she nodded at Brigitte’s proposal. A huge smile came back to the normally energetic redhead’s beautiful face.
“Great! Awesome!” Brigitte smiled. “This’ll be over before you know it, Quinn. As soon as we get a replacement suit for you, Hunter is off the hook. And, as soon as his License is revoked, if that’s what the little dude wants, he’s free to go back to normal work.” Brigitte began flattening you by clenching her palm. “Besides, you two get what you wanted, right? He’ll be ‘as close to you as possible’, remember? It’s perfect!”
Crunched up in Brigitte’s hand, you felt your spirits fall to despairing lows. This day had truly become the nightmare those two evil women from yesterday had promised it would be. Your License in full effect, you were nothing but property by law now. Brigitte’s last statement, innocent as it had been, stung particularly harsh. You had wanted to partner with Quinn to avoid THIS exact scenario, but fate had screwed you over in the end.
Looking down at you, Quinn noted your shaken expression and frowned. “You’re really worried about this, huh?” She asked, a hint of genuine compassion in her voice. “Look, Hunter, I think that License stuff is bullshit and frustrating. I knew a few tinies once who signed up because they were low on cash, and the last I ever saw them, this bratty cheerleader at our high school had them glued to her boobs like pasties for over four months. Of course, according to law, it was all ‘legal’.”
You paled at Quinn’s story, and began quivering in fear. “Y-you don’t think…that…” You began, but Quinn cut you off.
“Hell no, Hunter. You’re under my care while we’re hear at the beach.” Quinn’s expression was blazing with righteous fury. “Until this License mess is sorted, I’m telling Brigitte that you WILL NOT leave my sight each day. I swear.”
Your accelerating panic attack slowed down, and you flashed Quinn a grateful smile. To your surprise, she actually returned it, and it was one of the few times you could recall seeing her actually smile so far.
Quinn began walking, and resumed talking as she did so. “In fact, we’re headed to Brigitte’s office right now. She requested to speak to us, and told me not to change for some reason. Maybe she finally has a replacement for my too-small bikini. Regardless, I’m letting her know that your safety comes first. She’ll be understanding, count on it.”
“Thank you for doing all of this, Quinn. It means a lot.” You said to her, and though she didn’t respond with more than a curt nod, you could’ve sworn the lightest trace of pink flushed her cheeks for a split second before disappearing.
When the two of you reached Brigitte’s office, you found your new boss seated at her desk, and frowning at her computer. As Quinn walked in, Brigitte glanced up, and her frown only deepened. As she locked eyes with you, the light in her eyes dimmed a bit. You weren’t totally sure, but it seemed as if she was displaying signs of…anxiety? Apprehension? Guilt, maybe?
Quinn took a seat in front of Brigitte’s desk, and placed you down on the edge of her boss’s desk. Noting her superior’s apparent unease, Quinn furrowed her brow. “What’s up, Brigitte? You wanted to see us? Truth is, I had something to say to.”
Brigitte’s eyes widened, and she breathed out, seemingly releasing a breath she’d been holding for a while. “O-oh? Is that right? Go ahead, shoot. I’ll…uh…explain myself after you speak.”
Quinn shrugged. “Okay, sure. Basically, I just wanted to request Hunter as my partner for the next few weeks. I wanted him up in the lifeguard stand with me, or by my side during patrols.” Your black-haired roommate glanced at you, then back to Brigitte. “He had a…less than enjoyable first day, and would feel safer as close to me as possible.”
Hearing the phrase ‘close to me as possible’ caused Brigitte to shift uncomfortably in her chair, and the redhead seemed to be at a loss for words for a moment until finally composing herself. Looking at her computer, then at you, and finally at Quinn, she spoke again. “Well, that shouldn’t be too much of a problem…in a way.”
You spoke up. “That’s great, thank you!”
Brigitte bit her lip, and waited an uncomfortably long time before speaking again. “See, thing is…I actually got an email late last night. I checked again to make sure it was real this morning. From what I can see on my end, Hunter has applied for, and been accepted for a General Use License. All the paperwork is here on the screen, and legit.”
You felt your fears rising, and you stammered out a reply. “W-well, th-that’s not actually…”
Quinn, unintentionally, cut off your explanation with her own. “No, ma’am, Hunter was…”
Brigitte silenced both of you by raising your hand. “Look, guys. I’m sorry, but it doesn’t matter. From your expressions, it seems like maybe this was all a big mishap, but the paperwork is genuine. This License has to be treated as real and applicable to any foreseeable situation. Until it can be officially revoked…which I hear is a huge pain.”
Your giantess partner seethed in her chair, angry at the women from yesterday, not Brigitte, who’s hands were tied. “Just because the License is real…for now…doesn’t mean we have to do anything with–”
“Speaking of that…” Brigitte leaned back in her chair, and pulled an envelope out of a drawer. She dropped the envelope onto her desk in front of Quinn, letting the contents spill out. Inside the envelope were about thirty little slips of folded paper. “…I found notes like these in the Sanderson Beach tips and complaints box all this past week. These thirty are from yesterday ALONE.”
Quinn, confused, sifted through the pieces of paper, pausing to read a few. After glancing at them, a full, beet red blush ignited in her cheeks, and her eyes widened. You’d never seen Quinn look so taken aback by anything before. She was utterly speechless.
Brigitte sighed. “Ten of these paper slips are from beach goers complaining about your risqué uniform, Quinn. Mostly families and older people saying that you’re setting a bad example for children. The other twenty slips are, frankly, quite lecherous. Perverts and the like complimenting your…ahem…‘crazy hella fine ass’ and ‘bouncing bubble butt’. It’s pretty gross.”
To your amazement, Quinn actually sank into her seat from embarrassment. “I-I can’t help it. I’m just shaped this way…AND it’s that dumb suit’s fault. It’s too small!” Quinn was a bit frantic now, probably trying too hard to save face. It was almost cute, if you didn’t have a growing sense of dread building inside of you over what was about to happen.
“Exactly my point, Quinn.” Brigitte nodded, and she began to slowly move forward, leaning over her desk. Momentarily distracted by your boss’ huge, firm breasts and lean abdomen, you were caught off guard as the towering redhead scooped you up into her palm and held you tightly. The action also snapped Quinn out of her flustered spiral, and she sat up attentively.
“Wait, Brigitte, what are you…” You tried to say, before being silenced by Brigitte gently but forcibly smushing your head flat.
Brigitte shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know all the details here, but this seems like the win-win situation to me. Hunter as a General Use License now, making it perfectly legal for him to serve his position here at Sanderson Beach by being molded into replacement bikini bottoms for you. Just as long as it takes until we get a new, proper fitting suit for you, Quinn. Besides, the General Use License, when used in a work setting, ups his hourly pay. Again, win-win!”
Quinn was floored. “Wha…Brigitte! He’s a living being like us. He doesn’t want to be my bikini bottoms!” Quinn paused, and began blushing again. “And I don’t want to have to wear Hunter for–”
“Look, his License says what his License says.” Brigitte frowned. “This might be weird for you at first, but you just need to change your thinking. By law, he’s property now, remember?”
Quinn’s eyes nearly bulged from her skull, and she sneered at her boss. “You can’t seriously believe that?”
Brigitte shook her head. “No, I like that little dude, but it’s factual law. Not only do we need to abide by his License, but this will also solve your dress code issue. No more rude comments or worrying complaints from beach goers, and no more discomfort for you. I mean, I’m sure you know how stretchy tinies are. He’ll fit you well.”
“Ma’am…”
“At the end of the day…I’m your boss, Quinn. I’m telling you this is going to happen.” The giantess redhead looked sullen for a moment. “I’m sorry, but all you could do is quit to avoid this. Even still, Hunter would remain employed here, and I’m sure his License would be useful for other purposes.”
Your giantess roommate looked utterly defeated, and she sank back in defeat. Sparing you a heart wrenching look of dismayed acceptance, she nodded at Brigitte’s proposal. A huge smile came back to the normally energetic redhead’s beautiful face.
“Great! Awesome!” Brigitte smiled. “This’ll be over before you know it, Quinn. As soon as we get a replacement suit for you, Hunter is off the hook. And, as soon as his License is revoked, if that’s what the little dude wants, he’s free to go back to normal work.” Brigitte began flattening you by clenching her palm. “Besides, you two get what you wanted, right? He’ll be ‘as close to you as possible’, remember? It’s perfect!”
Crunched up in Brigitte’s hand, you felt your spirits fall to despairing lows. This day had truly become the nightmare those two evil women from yesterday had promised it would be. Your License in full effect, you were nothing but property by law now. Brigitte’s last statement, innocent as it had been, stung particularly harsh. You had wanted to partner with Quinn to avoid THIS exact scenario, but fate had screwed you over in the end.
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April 23, 2025
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