Angeline’s Discovery and Brigitte's Deception
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 15
by
Bobob1
On the third day of your newest humiliating predicament, Angeline actually showed up to Sanderson Beach earlier than Brigitte. You could hear her from what felt like a mile off, her melodic voice happily humming a cheery tune to match her bubbly attitude. Ironically, her happy-go-lucky humming sent shivers down your spine, as it simply confirmed you were about to experience another full day of torment.
Angeline was, from what muffled bits of conversation you picked up the past three days, a sweetheart and an angel. She was kind and compassionate, always willing to help anybody in need. Her constant upbeat energy could turn any frowns upside-down, and she had the skills as a competent lifeguard to back up her excited disposition. She’d helped countless people the past few days, and saved one little girl who’d waded out too deep to swim back.
Still, from your perspective, it was hard to think about her as anything but the insanely curvy captor crushing you ceaselessly with her monumental booty. Spending eight hours a day with your face rammed into her dank ass crack, your body smushed by her weighty cheeks, and you poor form forced to absorb all of her sweat was taking its toll on you. Worse was how she was blissfully unaware of it all, and simply treated you like any other scrap of fabric.
Angeline stopped right before reaching for you, and glanced at the clock. Realizing she was earlier than intended, the curly-haired blonde blushed. “Oh, oops! Guess I have a bit of time!” Grinning at her innocent mistake, Angeline skipped off to use the bathroom, leaving you to continue to hang out on the line amidst all the other lifeguard uniforms. You mentally breathed a sigh of relief, even though you knew it was only delaying the inevitable by a short while.
A minute later, and Brigitte herself finally arrived. As she did every morning, she walked to the line of freshly dried swimsuits and arranged them so they could easily be picked up by their respective owners. When she got to you, her usual smile faltered a bit, and she absentmindedly traced a finger along your face.
“Ugh…I mean really?” Your boss muttered. “Why you’d get a usage license if you didn’t want this to happen? I really think Quinn is in the wrong about all of this.” Brigitte ran a hand through her fiery red hair. “How could a tiny like you ACCIDENTALLY get a usage license?”
“A tiny?” Said a soft voice from behind Brigitte.
Brigitte let out a startled cry and whipped around to find Angeline standing at the exit of the bathroom, having just finished. Her expression was one of utter confusion.
Angeline’s frown deepened. “Why did you call my bikini bottoms ‘a tiny’? What did that mean, boss?” The perky blonde asked, eyes wide.
Brigitte swore under her breath, mind furiously trying to think of a valid excuse she could use to save face. Finally, the pieces clicked in her mind, and she smiled reassuringly at her newest employee. Quinn would absolutely kill her for what she was about to do, but Brigitte would deal with that later. Besides, she was genuinely beginning to believe her version was the truth anyway.
“Well, it’s a bit complicated.” Brigitte looked around conspiratorially, then winked at Angeline. “Can you keep a secret, Angeline?”
Angeline snapped to attention, and nodded eagerly. “Of course, boss! Anything!”
“Okay. Basically, I hired a new employee a little while ago. His name is…” Brigitte paused, genuinely forgetting your name for a second. It finally came to her. “…Hunter! Cute little thing, you know how they are.”
Angeline grinned from ear-to-ear. “Oh yes, tinies are just so adorable!”
“Uh huh. Anyway, just a bit after he joined, we had a shortage of suitable swimsuit uniforms for our normal sized lifeguards to wear. Wanting to show he was as eager and willing as any other employee, Hunter bravely volunteered to let himself be turned into a replacement bikini bottom until our shipment of new uniforms arrives.” Brigitte explained.
She was, of course, completely fabricating the reasoning behind this whole mess. Brigitte was tactically leaving out any details about your forged usage license, or that fact that you’d essentially been forced into being a bikini bottom replacement against your will. The way she was conveying the story, all of this was on you. Of course, flattened and morphed as you were, you could do nothing to defend yourself, and could merely flutter in the wind while strung up on the clothesline.
Angeline gasped. “So…wait! That means that the bikini bottom I’ve been wearing is–”
“Yep. A tiny.” Brigitte nodded. “Little Hunter himself. And, you gotta admit, he makes a damn good bikini, doesn’t it? You pretty much said so yourself the other day.”
Angeline’s cheeks flushed pink, and she bashfully smiled at the ground. “I-I guess I did s-say that…huh?” Angeline coughed and fought to subdue her rising embarrassment. “B-but why did he agree to this, and how long does he need to stay like this? Also, why am I the one wearing him instead of someone else?”
Brigitte smiled congenially. “All valid questions. See, little Hunter, the brave trooper that he is, volunteered his body’s unique squishy properties to turn into the perfect bikini bottoms that could fit any of our lifeguards as we needed him. He was even selfless enough to tell us, before he was molded into a bikini of course, that he would stay in that shape for as long as we need him to, even if it took a while.”
“That’s so considerate of him! Wow!” Angeline gushed, looking over at you with newfound admiration. Meanwhile, your levels of fear and panic were only rising.
A truly sneaky thought crept into Brigitte’s mind, and she smiled warmly at the younger girl as she leaned in close. “Now, this part is embarrassing for him, and I’m telling you in complete confidence that you won’t spill his big secret to a single person. Okay?”
Angeline nodded and motioned with her hand the act of zipping her lips and throwing away the key. Brigitte laughed at the exuberant girl’s show of trust, and then continued.
“Hunter confided in me that he actually really likes being used as an object. He enjoys being squashed and molded into different things, and he loves it above all when the curviest and most beautiful girls are the ones making use of him. It makes him feel loved and fulfilled. Every single squish is like a loving embrace for his entire being.” Brigitte paused to prepare the metaphorical finishing blow. “He told me what kinds of girls are ‘his type’, and the moment I saw you walk into my office, I knew you were his type. That’s why I chose you to wear him.”
Angeline’s face exploded into emotion as Brigitte finished her extremely fabricated tale. Unfortunately, the blonde girl had no reason to doubt her boss, and bought each word utterly. Angeline’s blush blossomed in her cheeks, her eyes sparkled with joy, and her sensual lips curled into a lovely smile. She was the vision of an angel to all but you, who could only see her now as nightmare incarnate.
You could hardly believe how devious Brigitte had just been in manipulating Angeline to buy into her lies, and there wasn’t a thing you could do now to stop Angeline from believing in Brigitte. You had thought it was bad before when Angeline was unaware of her comfy bikini’s true nature, but now that she both knew you were a molded tiny AND incorrectly believed you to be someone who wanted to be squished and used, there was no telling how she’d act.
Patting Angeline on the shoulder, Brigitte moved to walk away, but paused for a final word. “Take everything I’ve said as you will, Angeline. And remember, it’s all a secret, so don’t speak a word of it to anyone.” Brigitte grinned mischievously. “I only told you because I know that your Hunter’s type. I bet, even though he can’t talk right now, he’s on cloud nine to be worn by you.”
Angeline, without taking her radiant eyes off of you, replied to Brigitte. “Th-thanks, boss.” Angeline then reached out to pluck you from the clothesline and take you back to the locker room. Sensing she’d accomplished what she set out to do, Brigitte left Angeline to it, and walked back to her office, supremely satisfied with herself.
Brigitte was far from a cruel person, but she was an extraordinarily practical one. The simple matter was, your usage license had stripped your human rights away, and it was potentially illegal to NOT treat you like an item.
Brigitte was, frankly, disgusted by the nature of the license and anyone who would sign up for one. From her rather limited knowledge on the subject, she believed it to be an ordeal to even apply for a usage license. Thus, she found it impossible to believe you’d stumbled into possessing one on accident. Therefore, in her mind, the only sensible reasoning was that Quinn was the one wrong about all of this, and you really did want to be used. As far as Brigitte was concerned now, she’d done you a favor by setting you up with Angeline.
Meanwhile, Angeline was riding a different kind of euphoric high. She’d been floored to find out that her perfectly absorbent bikini bottom was an actually tiny, but her heart had skipped a beat hearing that the tiny in question had volunteered for her service willingly. Not only that, but the little cutie actually liked being squished and used by someone beautiful. It filled Angeline’s heart with joy to hear the lengths the tiny cutie had gone to show his true feelings, and she was now doubled excited to put him on again.
You, on the other hand, realized with horror just how much crazier this situation was going to spiral now.
Angeline was, from what muffled bits of conversation you picked up the past three days, a sweetheart and an angel. She was kind and compassionate, always willing to help anybody in need. Her constant upbeat energy could turn any frowns upside-down, and she had the skills as a competent lifeguard to back up her excited disposition. She’d helped countless people the past few days, and saved one little girl who’d waded out too deep to swim back.
Still, from your perspective, it was hard to think about her as anything but the insanely curvy captor crushing you ceaselessly with her monumental booty. Spending eight hours a day with your face rammed into her dank ass crack, your body smushed by her weighty cheeks, and you poor form forced to absorb all of her sweat was taking its toll on you. Worse was how she was blissfully unaware of it all, and simply treated you like any other scrap of fabric.
Angeline stopped right before reaching for you, and glanced at the clock. Realizing she was earlier than intended, the curly-haired blonde blushed. “Oh, oops! Guess I have a bit of time!” Grinning at her innocent mistake, Angeline skipped off to use the bathroom, leaving you to continue to hang out on the line amidst all the other lifeguard uniforms. You mentally breathed a sigh of relief, even though you knew it was only delaying the inevitable by a short while.
A minute later, and Brigitte herself finally arrived. As she did every morning, she walked to the line of freshly dried swimsuits and arranged them so they could easily be picked up by their respective owners. When she got to you, her usual smile faltered a bit, and she absentmindedly traced a finger along your face.
“Ugh…I mean really?” Your boss muttered. “Why you’d get a usage license if you didn’t want this to happen? I really think Quinn is in the wrong about all of this.” Brigitte ran a hand through her fiery red hair. “How could a tiny like you ACCIDENTALLY get a usage license?”
“A tiny?” Said a soft voice from behind Brigitte.
Brigitte let out a startled cry and whipped around to find Angeline standing at the exit of the bathroom, having just finished. Her expression was one of utter confusion.
Angeline’s frown deepened. “Why did you call my bikini bottoms ‘a tiny’? What did that mean, boss?” The perky blonde asked, eyes wide.
Brigitte swore under her breath, mind furiously trying to think of a valid excuse she could use to save face. Finally, the pieces clicked in her mind, and she smiled reassuringly at her newest employee. Quinn would absolutely kill her for what she was about to do, but Brigitte would deal with that later. Besides, she was genuinely beginning to believe her version was the truth anyway.
“Well, it’s a bit complicated.” Brigitte looked around conspiratorially, then winked at Angeline. “Can you keep a secret, Angeline?”
Angeline snapped to attention, and nodded eagerly. “Of course, boss! Anything!”
“Okay. Basically, I hired a new employee a little while ago. His name is…” Brigitte paused, genuinely forgetting your name for a second. It finally came to her. “…Hunter! Cute little thing, you know how they are.”
Angeline grinned from ear-to-ear. “Oh yes, tinies are just so adorable!”
“Uh huh. Anyway, just a bit after he joined, we had a shortage of suitable swimsuit uniforms for our normal sized lifeguards to wear. Wanting to show he was as eager and willing as any other employee, Hunter bravely volunteered to let himself be turned into a replacement bikini bottom until our shipment of new uniforms arrives.” Brigitte explained.
She was, of course, completely fabricating the reasoning behind this whole mess. Brigitte was tactically leaving out any details about your forged usage license, or that fact that you’d essentially been forced into being a bikini bottom replacement against your will. The way she was conveying the story, all of this was on you. Of course, flattened and morphed as you were, you could do nothing to defend yourself, and could merely flutter in the wind while strung up on the clothesline.
Angeline gasped. “So…wait! That means that the bikini bottom I’ve been wearing is–”
“Yep. A tiny.” Brigitte nodded. “Little Hunter himself. And, you gotta admit, he makes a damn good bikini, doesn’t it? You pretty much said so yourself the other day.”
Angeline’s cheeks flushed pink, and she bashfully smiled at the ground. “I-I guess I did s-say that…huh?” Angeline coughed and fought to subdue her rising embarrassment. “B-but why did he agree to this, and how long does he need to stay like this? Also, why am I the one wearing him instead of someone else?”
Brigitte smiled congenially. “All valid questions. See, little Hunter, the brave trooper that he is, volunteered his body’s unique squishy properties to turn into the perfect bikini bottoms that could fit any of our lifeguards as we needed him. He was even selfless enough to tell us, before he was molded into a bikini of course, that he would stay in that shape for as long as we need him to, even if it took a while.”
“That’s so considerate of him! Wow!” Angeline gushed, looking over at you with newfound admiration. Meanwhile, your levels of fear and panic were only rising.
A truly sneaky thought crept into Brigitte’s mind, and she smiled warmly at the younger girl as she leaned in close. “Now, this part is embarrassing for him, and I’m telling you in complete confidence that you won’t spill his big secret to a single person. Okay?”
Angeline nodded and motioned with her hand the act of zipping her lips and throwing away the key. Brigitte laughed at the exuberant girl’s show of trust, and then continued.
“Hunter confided in me that he actually really likes being used as an object. He enjoys being squashed and molded into different things, and he loves it above all when the curviest and most beautiful girls are the ones making use of him. It makes him feel loved and fulfilled. Every single squish is like a loving embrace for his entire being.” Brigitte paused to prepare the metaphorical finishing blow. “He told me what kinds of girls are ‘his type’, and the moment I saw you walk into my office, I knew you were his type. That’s why I chose you to wear him.”
Angeline’s face exploded into emotion as Brigitte finished her extremely fabricated tale. Unfortunately, the blonde girl had no reason to doubt her boss, and bought each word utterly. Angeline’s blush blossomed in her cheeks, her eyes sparkled with joy, and her sensual lips curled into a lovely smile. She was the vision of an angel to all but you, who could only see her now as nightmare incarnate.
You could hardly believe how devious Brigitte had just been in manipulating Angeline to buy into her lies, and there wasn’t a thing you could do now to stop Angeline from believing in Brigitte. You had thought it was bad before when Angeline was unaware of her comfy bikini’s true nature, but now that she both knew you were a molded tiny AND incorrectly believed you to be someone who wanted to be squished and used, there was no telling how she’d act.
Patting Angeline on the shoulder, Brigitte moved to walk away, but paused for a final word. “Take everything I’ve said as you will, Angeline. And remember, it’s all a secret, so don’t speak a word of it to anyone.” Brigitte grinned mischievously. “I only told you because I know that your Hunter’s type. I bet, even though he can’t talk right now, he’s on cloud nine to be worn by you.”
Angeline, without taking her radiant eyes off of you, replied to Brigitte. “Th-thanks, boss.” Angeline then reached out to pluck you from the clothesline and take you back to the locker room. Sensing she’d accomplished what she set out to do, Brigitte left Angeline to it, and walked back to her office, supremely satisfied with herself.
Brigitte was far from a cruel person, but she was an extraordinarily practical one. The simple matter was, your usage license had stripped your human rights away, and it was potentially illegal to NOT treat you like an item.
Brigitte was, frankly, disgusted by the nature of the license and anyone who would sign up for one. From her rather limited knowledge on the subject, she believed it to be an ordeal to even apply for a usage license. Thus, she found it impossible to believe you’d stumbled into possessing one on accident. Therefore, in her mind, the only sensible reasoning was that Quinn was the one wrong about all of this, and you really did want to be used. As far as Brigitte was concerned now, she’d done you a favor by setting you up with Angeline.
Meanwhile, Angeline was riding a different kind of euphoric high. She’d been floored to find out that her perfectly absorbent bikini bottom was an actually tiny, but her heart had skipped a beat hearing that the tiny in question had volunteered for her service willingly. Not only that, but the little cutie actually liked being squished and used by someone beautiful. It filled Angeline’s heart with joy to hear the lengths the tiny cutie had gone to show his true feelings, and she was now doubled excited to put him on again.
You, on the other hand, realized with horror just how much crazier this situation was going to spiral now.
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April 23, 2025
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