Worn by Angeline
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 14
by
Bobob1
(Originally written by Alistair)
Brigitte sighed, but didn’t seem very remorseful. She was simply frustrated that she’d need to wait on yet another large uniform being delivered. You were beginning to worry how casually she was treating you now that you had a usage license. Your main fear at the moment was that even now that Quinn’s replacement uniform was here, that Brigitte would find another use for you and you’d end up in an even worse situation until your license could be revoked, and you had no idea when that would happen.
She glanced down at you and grimaced, before looking back to the box containing the replacement uniform that had signalled your freedom before Angeline hand came in. You got a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, already knowing that you wouldn’t be getting out of this mess for a while, you just hoped that she’d give you back to Quinn so you could at least be acknowledged as a person before she put you on.
“I’m going to have to order in a custom uniform for you, I don’t think a normal one would fit around your... assets,” Brigitte once more looked up and down Angeline’s curvy frame, before chastising herself quietly and flushing a slight pink in her cheeks.
“Ok boss, so what do I do in the meantime?” Angeline smiled at Brigitte, eager to get started.
Brigitte looked at both you and the replacement uniform once again, before muttering to herself “Quinn’s not going to be happy about this,” she whispered quietly enough that Angeline didn’t hear it but you definitely did, and you started to panic, knowing what was coming next. Brigitte looked back to Angeline and smiled.
“You can use this in the meantime,” before picking you up and tossing you to her. “Wear that along with one of your own bikini tops, and put a Sanderson Beach T-shirt over the top of it. I’ll order you an actual uniform today, but I’m not sure when it will arrive.”
“No problem, boss,” Angeline gave a small salute before giggling and getting up to go get changed.
Her hands closed around you, bunching you up into a ball in her hand. With that she walked out of Brigitte’s office, her hand holding you swinging from side to side, giving you a small amount of motion sickness. You started to panic, this new girl had no idea that you were a person and not just some random bikini bottom, anything could go wrong if she wasn’t made aware of your sentience, and even if she was made aware you have no idea how she could react to the knowledge that you were a tiny guy with a usage license. She could decide to just steal you and keep you as her own bikini forever!
As you were caught up in a panic, Angeline began to walk towards the changing room. Exiting Brigitte’s office, she actually passed by Quinn, who had been called to Brigitte’s office as well. The bubbly new girl smiled at Quinn, who awkwardly whispered hello to her. Quinn rushed past the bubbly new girl, not comfortable with how energetic she was, but in doing so, completely missed that she was carrying you. You were completely unaware of this, balled up in her hand you couldn’t see anything and Quinn’s faint reply was too quiet for you to hear.
Angeline walked into the changing room before tossing you unceremoniously onto one of the available benches, after all, to her you were just a piece of fabric. You lay on the bench, unable to look away as Angeline began to strip, not that you would necessarily have done so even if you could look away.
Angeline’s already impressive curves almost seemed to expand slightly as they were released from the confines of her clothing.
Angeline was, you would guess, around the same height as Quinn, and was no less genetically blessed than your roommate. If anything her curves were slightly more impressive, looking slightly less soft than Quinn. Her years of working as a lifeguard have clearly sculpted her curves slightly while somehow not reducing their size, there was clearly muscle under her curves. This was most prominent on the backside that she presented to you when she turned around to grab her bikini top from her bag. Her rear seemed perfectly sculpted, not a single blemish across is smooth, tanned surface.
While you were distracted by Angeline’s heavenly rear end, you failed to notice that she was now fully dressed apart from her bottoms, and her hand was now reaching for you. As you were brought to the floor and her legs were pushed through the holes of your swimsuit shaped body, a sensation you had grown sadly familiar with throughout the week with Quinn.
As you skyrocketed up towards the twin globes hanging above you, you saw Quinn storm into the room with determination written all over her face towards Angeline, followed quickly by a distressed and irritated looking Brigitte. Obviously Bridgette had told Quinn where you were. As Angeline struggled to get you up past her thick thighs and ginormous ass, you saw Brigitte catch Quinn by the arm and the two women began a heated hushed exchange, before Angeline managed to pull you up over her ass with one final tug.
You didn’t get to see how this new development played out, as you were tightly compressed into the quivering flesh of your new coworker. You couldn’t even really hear anything, between the sound of Angeline’s cheeks shifting with her slightest movements and the fact that your squashed ears must also be facing inwards towards her butt. The pressure was familiar, similar to every time Quinn wore you, and you knew that comfort would disappear as soon as Angeline started walking or even worse, sat down.
After a few moments there was no change to your situation, and you felt Angeline begin to walk, so you guess that Brigitte had managed to stop Quinn from confronting Angeline. You internally sigh, resigning yourself to spending yet another day as a swimsuit.
The rest of the day passed by as any other day had done since your new job had started. The only difference was that the slight hint of care Quinn took with you was completely absent. You were subjected to crushing pressure every time your unaware tormentor sat down, which happened regularly. You guessed it was a quiet shift.
After Angeline’s shift ended, you felt the familiar relief from cool air of the changing room as she finally peeled you off herself. After adjusting to the light, you got to look around, noticing that the changing room was full of female lifeguards in various states of undress. Tearing your eyes away from them you noticed the familiar clothing bin that you would inevitably be deposited in when Angeline packed up her things and left. Standing next to the bin was Brigitte, who was saying goodbye to the lifeguards as they left. It was strange that Brigitte seemed to be overseeing the bin, almost as if she was trying to stop anyone from taking their swimsuits home with them.
Eventually Angeline packed up her things and got ready to leave. Passing by Brigitte as she dumps you in the clothing bin.
“Wow, gotta say, boss, that has got to be the comfiest bikini bottom I’ve ever worn! It’s so absorbent as well, even after a few dips in the water I was bone dry,” Angeline’s compliments made you feel good, but you checked yourself. You were a person, not a bikini! Angeline’s face flushed a beer red for a moment. “Actually the last bottom I had that was that absorbent actually ended up being a tiny guy who ended up as my underwear by accident. I felt sooo bad when I found him but I gotta admit, he was the best underwear I ever had.”
Brigitte’s eyes went wide at Angeline almost catching on to your true nature. You were shocked as well. Angeline didn’t seem to notice Brigitte’s reaction and gave her a happy smile before saying goodbye. You didn’t see her leave, but you did see Brigitte’s face soften and her sigh with relief that Angeline hadn’t worked out your true nature.
After another few lifeguards left and dumped their swimsuits in the bin with you, you were partially buried in damp swimsuits, although thankfully your face was uncovered so you could still see. You saw Quinn approach and glance down into the bin. She could easily make you out, since all of the other swimsuits were one piece suits and you were only morphed into a pair of bottoms. She looked remorseful and angry that she couldn’t help you without putting her job on the line.
“Don’t even think about it Quinn, after our conversation this morning I thought you would have finally understood the consequences of theft of company property. I’m sorry that your friend’s position right now upsets you but that’s what he is right now, company property. So just put your swimsuit in with the others and go home, I’ve ordered a replacement for Angeline’s uniform and once it arrives we can turn your friend back, but not a minute sooner,” Brigitte’s voice was hushed, to avoid letting the other women in the room hear them. Brigitte’s annoyance at Quinn’s concern for you seemed to be overtaking her hesitation at using you as an object in a way that really concerned you. You started to fear that she would continue to view you as “company property” for a long while after Angeline’s replacement swimsuit came in. Quinn gave you one last solemn glance before sighing and tossing her new swimsuit in with you, unintentionally burying you.
You laid there in the darkness, getting progressively more buried as more women left. After a long time you were once again put through the wash cycle you had grown accustomed to without so much as a glance from Brigitte, and you were once again hanged up to dry overnight. You spent the rest of your time awake contemplating how hopeless your situation was before finally passing out.
As the week passes by while you wait for Angeline’s replacement uniform, what happens?
1) Angeline somehow figures out your true nature, but how will she react?
2) Angeline’s uniform comes in, but does Bridgette find another use for you?
3) Quinn, frustrated by the hopelessness of her legal battle with Isabella, attempts to rescue you.
Brigitte sighed, but didn’t seem very remorseful. She was simply frustrated that she’d need to wait on yet another large uniform being delivered. You were beginning to worry how casually she was treating you now that you had a usage license. Your main fear at the moment was that even now that Quinn’s replacement uniform was here, that Brigitte would find another use for you and you’d end up in an even worse situation until your license could be revoked, and you had no idea when that would happen.
She glanced down at you and grimaced, before looking back to the box containing the replacement uniform that had signalled your freedom before Angeline hand came in. You got a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, already knowing that you wouldn’t be getting out of this mess for a while, you just hoped that she’d give you back to Quinn so you could at least be acknowledged as a person before she put you on.
“I’m going to have to order in a custom uniform for you, I don’t think a normal one would fit around your... assets,” Brigitte once more looked up and down Angeline’s curvy frame, before chastising herself quietly and flushing a slight pink in her cheeks.
“Ok boss, so what do I do in the meantime?” Angeline smiled at Brigitte, eager to get started.
Brigitte looked at both you and the replacement uniform once again, before muttering to herself “Quinn’s not going to be happy about this,” she whispered quietly enough that Angeline didn’t hear it but you definitely did, and you started to panic, knowing what was coming next. Brigitte looked back to Angeline and smiled.
“You can use this in the meantime,” before picking you up and tossing you to her. “Wear that along with one of your own bikini tops, and put a Sanderson Beach T-shirt over the top of it. I’ll order you an actual uniform today, but I’m not sure when it will arrive.”
“No problem, boss,” Angeline gave a small salute before giggling and getting up to go get changed.
Her hands closed around you, bunching you up into a ball in her hand. With that she walked out of Brigitte’s office, her hand holding you swinging from side to side, giving you a small amount of motion sickness. You started to panic, this new girl had no idea that you were a person and not just some random bikini bottom, anything could go wrong if she wasn’t made aware of your sentience, and even if she was made aware you have no idea how she could react to the knowledge that you were a tiny guy with a usage license. She could decide to just steal you and keep you as her own bikini forever!
As you were caught up in a panic, Angeline began to walk towards the changing room. Exiting Brigitte’s office, she actually passed by Quinn, who had been called to Brigitte’s office as well. The bubbly new girl smiled at Quinn, who awkwardly whispered hello to her. Quinn rushed past the bubbly new girl, not comfortable with how energetic she was, but in doing so, completely missed that she was carrying you. You were completely unaware of this, balled up in her hand you couldn’t see anything and Quinn’s faint reply was too quiet for you to hear.
Angeline walked into the changing room before tossing you unceremoniously onto one of the available benches, after all, to her you were just a piece of fabric. You lay on the bench, unable to look away as Angeline began to strip, not that you would necessarily have done so even if you could look away.
Angeline’s already impressive curves almost seemed to expand slightly as they were released from the confines of her clothing.
Angeline was, you would guess, around the same height as Quinn, and was no less genetically blessed than your roommate. If anything her curves were slightly more impressive, looking slightly less soft than Quinn. Her years of working as a lifeguard have clearly sculpted her curves slightly while somehow not reducing their size, there was clearly muscle under her curves. This was most prominent on the backside that she presented to you when she turned around to grab her bikini top from her bag. Her rear seemed perfectly sculpted, not a single blemish across is smooth, tanned surface.
While you were distracted by Angeline’s heavenly rear end, you failed to notice that she was now fully dressed apart from her bottoms, and her hand was now reaching for you. As you were brought to the floor and her legs were pushed through the holes of your swimsuit shaped body, a sensation you had grown sadly familiar with throughout the week with Quinn.
As you skyrocketed up towards the twin globes hanging above you, you saw Quinn storm into the room with determination written all over her face towards Angeline, followed quickly by a distressed and irritated looking Brigitte. Obviously Bridgette had told Quinn where you were. As Angeline struggled to get you up past her thick thighs and ginormous ass, you saw Brigitte catch Quinn by the arm and the two women began a heated hushed exchange, before Angeline managed to pull you up over her ass with one final tug.
You didn’t get to see how this new development played out, as you were tightly compressed into the quivering flesh of your new coworker. You couldn’t even really hear anything, between the sound of Angeline’s cheeks shifting with her slightest movements and the fact that your squashed ears must also be facing inwards towards her butt. The pressure was familiar, similar to every time Quinn wore you, and you knew that comfort would disappear as soon as Angeline started walking or even worse, sat down.
After a few moments there was no change to your situation, and you felt Angeline begin to walk, so you guess that Brigitte had managed to stop Quinn from confronting Angeline. You internally sigh, resigning yourself to spending yet another day as a swimsuit.
The rest of the day passed by as any other day had done since your new job had started. The only difference was that the slight hint of care Quinn took with you was completely absent. You were subjected to crushing pressure every time your unaware tormentor sat down, which happened regularly. You guessed it was a quiet shift.
After Angeline’s shift ended, you felt the familiar relief from cool air of the changing room as she finally peeled you off herself. After adjusting to the light, you got to look around, noticing that the changing room was full of female lifeguards in various states of undress. Tearing your eyes away from them you noticed the familiar clothing bin that you would inevitably be deposited in when Angeline packed up her things and left. Standing next to the bin was Brigitte, who was saying goodbye to the lifeguards as they left. It was strange that Brigitte seemed to be overseeing the bin, almost as if she was trying to stop anyone from taking their swimsuits home with them.
Eventually Angeline packed up her things and got ready to leave. Passing by Brigitte as she dumps you in the clothing bin.
“Wow, gotta say, boss, that has got to be the comfiest bikini bottom I’ve ever worn! It’s so absorbent as well, even after a few dips in the water I was bone dry,” Angeline’s compliments made you feel good, but you checked yourself. You were a person, not a bikini! Angeline’s face flushed a beer red for a moment. “Actually the last bottom I had that was that absorbent actually ended up being a tiny guy who ended up as my underwear by accident. I felt sooo bad when I found him but I gotta admit, he was the best underwear I ever had.”
Brigitte’s eyes went wide at Angeline almost catching on to your true nature. You were shocked as well. Angeline didn’t seem to notice Brigitte’s reaction and gave her a happy smile before saying goodbye. You didn’t see her leave, but you did see Brigitte’s face soften and her sigh with relief that Angeline hadn’t worked out your true nature.
After another few lifeguards left and dumped their swimsuits in the bin with you, you were partially buried in damp swimsuits, although thankfully your face was uncovered so you could still see. You saw Quinn approach and glance down into the bin. She could easily make you out, since all of the other swimsuits were one piece suits and you were only morphed into a pair of bottoms. She looked remorseful and angry that she couldn’t help you without putting her job on the line.
“Don’t even think about it Quinn, after our conversation this morning I thought you would have finally understood the consequences of theft of company property. I’m sorry that your friend’s position right now upsets you but that’s what he is right now, company property. So just put your swimsuit in with the others and go home, I’ve ordered a replacement for Angeline’s uniform and once it arrives we can turn your friend back, but not a minute sooner,” Brigitte’s voice was hushed, to avoid letting the other women in the room hear them. Brigitte’s annoyance at Quinn’s concern for you seemed to be overtaking her hesitation at using you as an object in a way that really concerned you. You started to fear that she would continue to view you as “company property” for a long while after Angeline’s replacement swimsuit came in. Quinn gave you one last solemn glance before sighing and tossing her new swimsuit in with you, unintentionally burying you.
You laid there in the darkness, getting progressively more buried as more women left. After a long time you were once again put through the wash cycle you had grown accustomed to without so much as a glance from Brigitte, and you were once again hanged up to dry overnight. You spent the rest of your time awake contemplating how hopeless your situation was before finally passing out.
As the week passes by while you wait for Angeline’s replacement uniform, what happens?
1) Angeline somehow figures out your true nature, but how will she react?
2) Angeline’s uniform comes in, but does Bridgette find another use for you?
3) Quinn, frustrated by the hopelessness of her legal battle with Isabella, attempts to rescue you.
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April 23, 2025
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