Bridgitte finds another use for you
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 17
by
Bobob1
(Originally written by Alistair)
You spent another three days serving as Angeline’s bikini bottom. Her “teasing” of you seemed to become more intense with each passing day, along with her infatuation with you. Angeline seemed to be painting a picture of you in her head without having ever actually met you, one which would likely cause problems for you in the future.
Brigitte hadn’t spoken to you since her slip up with Angeline, but the routine stayed the same. She would throw you in the washer with the other uniforms every night and pluck you off of the clothing line every morning. Despite her not speaking to you she never failed to give you a condescending look. Unbeknownst to you her disgust at the idea of the usage license and her assumptions about your ownership of one was warping her perception of you to the point where she was beginning to dislike you.
You saw Quinn once, when she had arrived before Angeline and was picking up her uniform. She looked at you remorsefully, before her conversations with Brigitte suppressed her concern for you, and she left you hanging on the line, mouthing “sorry” as she turned to walk away.
*****
On the fourth day since her last acknowledgement of you, Brigitte grabbed you from the clothes line and brought you to her office, where you saw a familiar looking box which, you knew based on past experiences, would contain Angeline’s replacement uniform. Relief swelled throughout you as you realised your tenure as a bikini bottom would be coming to an end!
Dropping you nonchalantly on her desk, Brigitte circled around the desk before plopping down on her chair with a thud. She glanced at you, looking at you more like a piece of property than a person.
“Sooo....,” she paused for a moment. “Wait, shit what was your name again? Eh, guess it doesn’t really matter that much.”
As she shrugged her shoulders at herself forgetting your name, you were shocked. It seemed during your two week stint as underwear, Brigitte’s nonchalance about using you had changed to complete apathy and disregard for you. You couldn’t voice these concerns however, so Brigitte continued.
“I know that I told Quinn I’d let you turn back into a tiny guy after you weren’t needed to replace any uniforms, but you’re more useful in this form than you would be as a lifeguard. Plus I couldn’t find any solvent for the dye that Natasha put on you and I’ve not gotten around to ordering any in yet...” Brigitte trailed off before shrugging her shoulders again. “So I guess the best use for you in bikini form right now is just to go in the lost and found as a spare bikini. Lotta girls come to this beach and break or lose their swimsuits, so you can fill in as a spare when that happens, win-win right? You keep being useful to Sanderson Beach, and you get to keep fulfilling whatever perverted desire drove you to get that usage license in the first place.”
The condescending tone Brigitte was speaking to you with was driving you deeper into a hopelessness that had been steadily growing since you had gotten this license forced on you. If your boss was treating you like this, how would your family start to view you? You felt that even if you did get rid of your usage license, which seemed like a long shot when you weren’t even in a position to argue your case and were relying on your roommates to do it for you, the damage to you image in the eyes of everyone around you would last even longer than that. That notary and her friend had successfully ruined your life.
Brigitte looked up through her open door to see Angeline walking towards her office, Brigitte had sent her a text about picking up her new uniform. Seeing her newest employee coming, and without sparing another glance at you, Brigitte slid you off her desk and into one of its open drawers, before sliding it closed and encasing you in darkness.
Back up in the world of real people, Angeline had just happily strolled into Brigitte’s office, excited to spend another day with her new little boytoy. The door was only half open, so the bubbly girl happily bumped it open with her wide hips, giggling as she did it.
“Hey boss, you wanted to see me?” Angeline plopped down on one of the seats in front of Brigitte’s desk, noting how much she was starting to miss the feeling of her cute little man cushioning her buttocks. Shaking that feeling by acknowledging that you would be back hugging her hips soon enough, she focused on her boss.
“Um, yeah, hey Angeline,” Brigitte was still flustered by how exuberant, cute and, quite frankly, attractive Angeline was. She was in a committed relationship but she was only human, and Angeline’s curves were just too prominent to ignore. “Your new uniform arrived this morning, so now you can match the rest of our staff. Your previous uniform worked really well, but now you can look like a real Sanderson Beach lifeguard.”
Angeline’s good mood was dampened slightly upon hearing that she wouldn’t be able to enjoy wearing you, but she brightened up when she realised that if you weren’t serving as underwear then she’d actually be able to meet you! She began to blush when she thought about all the stuff she’d be able to do with you once you officially became her tiny little boyfriend.
“S-so does that mean cute little Hunter won’t need to be a bikini bottom anymore?” Angeline looked to Brigitte expectantly. Brigitte raised her eyebrow in confusion for a moment.
“Who?... Oh, yeah, Hunter...” Brigitte trailed off, trying to come up with an excuse for Angeline to explain your new position. “He... uh, decided that he wanted to stay as a bikini bottom for a while. Obviously I explained to him that you had a uniform now, so he wouldn’t be needed to fill that role, and well the little guy just looked so sad that he wouldn’t be able to help out anymore.”
Brigitte faked feeling sorry for you, convincingly enough that Angeline felt incredibly sorry for you.
Clearly Angeline wasn’t very smart, since she fell for this obvious lie. For one thing you wouldn’t be able to talk to Brigitte to convey this intention to her considering you were still stuck as a bikini bottom!
“Aw the poor little thing! Where is he? I just know I can make him feel better,” Angeline, ever one to help out people in need, was desperate to comfort you.
“Well, since he was so eager to keep helping, I suggested that he act as a spare bikini bottom for anyone who has lost theirs. The little dude was ecstatic. So for the foreseeable future that’s where he’ll be,” Brigitte finished her speech with a reassuring smile towards Angeline, but she could see that the bubbly, excitable girl deflate slightly upon hearing your new job.
“Oh... that’s great I guess, I’m glad the little cutie will be able to keep helping out,” Angeline was crestfallen, she was hoping once her uniform had arrived she would be able to actually get to know the cute little man who had started consuming her thoughts at night as well as supporting her during the day. The news that Brigitte had delivered gave Angeline a feeling similar to being rejected by a crush. However, Angeline was not one to give up easily, and if she wasn’t going to be able to woo you the traditional way, she’d have to improvise.
“If you want, I can look after the lost and found stuff. It would give you time to focus on more important things,” if Angeline wasn’t getting to wear you, she sure as hell wanted to be around you as much as she could.
Brigitte was slightly taken aback by Angeline’s offer, but smiled.
“Sure, sounds good to me. Here, make sure this gets to its proper place,” Brigitte reached into her drawer and tossed you at Angeline, who fumbled slightly to catch you. “And make sure it stays in lost and found, it’s still company property, so if it goes missing it wouldn’t reflect great on you.”
*****
Angeline deposited you in the small cardboard box labelled “lost and found” that was located in the large storage shed outside of the staff building. She looked down at you with a dejected, jealous look on her face.
“Listen Hunter, I know you like to help people out, but I thought we had something going here! Did I do something wrong? Was I not giving you enough smothering as you would have liked?” Angeline looked genuinely upset at your “rejection” of her, but that look was swiftly replaced with a determined smile in your direction. “Don’t worry though, a few days of being worn by other women will hopefully make you realise what you’re missing out on and you’ll come back to me when you’re ready.”
As she finished talking to you, she was getting ready to put the box away when a woman’s voice called out.
“Excuse me. Is this where I can borrow a replacement bikini bottom? Mines sorta snapped.”
Angeline turned and greeted the new woman, you got a good look at her as she walked into your field of view. She was incredibly tanned, with auburn hair and a beautiful face. However, your eyes were drawn to her waist, which was barely covered by a small beach towel.
Seeing her wide hips, along with how quickly you were going to be used again after being forced into this new job by Brigitte, gave you a bad feeling for how the next few weeks would go.
Angeline handed you to the new girl while suppressing a jealous glare. Seeing this immensely attractive girl carry you off made her fear you would forget about her rather quickly, and she began brainstorming ways to win you back.
1) You spend a considerable amount of time in lost and found, but your roommates manage to make some headway with removing your license. You get some freedom, but Isabella starts work on screwing you over in another way.
2) After a few weeks, Brigitte’s uniform gets damaged, so she has Natasha remodel you to fit her as a bikini bottom.
3) One of the beachgoers takes you home with them (either accidentally or on purpose)
You spent another three days serving as Angeline’s bikini bottom. Her “teasing” of you seemed to become more intense with each passing day, along with her infatuation with you. Angeline seemed to be painting a picture of you in her head without having ever actually met you, one which would likely cause problems for you in the future.
Brigitte hadn’t spoken to you since her slip up with Angeline, but the routine stayed the same. She would throw you in the washer with the other uniforms every night and pluck you off of the clothing line every morning. Despite her not speaking to you she never failed to give you a condescending look. Unbeknownst to you her disgust at the idea of the usage license and her assumptions about your ownership of one was warping her perception of you to the point where she was beginning to dislike you.
You saw Quinn once, when she had arrived before Angeline and was picking up her uniform. She looked at you remorsefully, before her conversations with Brigitte suppressed her concern for you, and she left you hanging on the line, mouthing “sorry” as she turned to walk away.
*****
On the fourth day since her last acknowledgement of you, Brigitte grabbed you from the clothes line and brought you to her office, where you saw a familiar looking box which, you knew based on past experiences, would contain Angeline’s replacement uniform. Relief swelled throughout you as you realised your tenure as a bikini bottom would be coming to an end!
Dropping you nonchalantly on her desk, Brigitte circled around the desk before plopping down on her chair with a thud. She glanced at you, looking at you more like a piece of property than a person.
“Sooo....,” she paused for a moment. “Wait, shit what was your name again? Eh, guess it doesn’t really matter that much.”
As she shrugged her shoulders at herself forgetting your name, you were shocked. It seemed during your two week stint as underwear, Brigitte’s nonchalance about using you had changed to complete apathy and disregard for you. You couldn’t voice these concerns however, so Brigitte continued.
“I know that I told Quinn I’d let you turn back into a tiny guy after you weren’t needed to replace any uniforms, but you’re more useful in this form than you would be as a lifeguard. Plus I couldn’t find any solvent for the dye that Natasha put on you and I’ve not gotten around to ordering any in yet...” Brigitte trailed off before shrugging her shoulders again. “So I guess the best use for you in bikini form right now is just to go in the lost and found as a spare bikini. Lotta girls come to this beach and break or lose their swimsuits, so you can fill in as a spare when that happens, win-win right? You keep being useful to Sanderson Beach, and you get to keep fulfilling whatever perverted desire drove you to get that usage license in the first place.”
The condescending tone Brigitte was speaking to you with was driving you deeper into a hopelessness that had been steadily growing since you had gotten this license forced on you. If your boss was treating you like this, how would your family start to view you? You felt that even if you did get rid of your usage license, which seemed like a long shot when you weren’t even in a position to argue your case and were relying on your roommates to do it for you, the damage to you image in the eyes of everyone around you would last even longer than that. That notary and her friend had successfully ruined your life.
Brigitte looked up through her open door to see Angeline walking towards her office, Brigitte had sent her a text about picking up her new uniform. Seeing her newest employee coming, and without sparing another glance at you, Brigitte slid you off her desk and into one of its open drawers, before sliding it closed and encasing you in darkness.
Back up in the world of real people, Angeline had just happily strolled into Brigitte’s office, excited to spend another day with her new little boytoy. The door was only half open, so the bubbly girl happily bumped it open with her wide hips, giggling as she did it.
“Hey boss, you wanted to see me?” Angeline plopped down on one of the seats in front of Brigitte’s desk, noting how much she was starting to miss the feeling of her cute little man cushioning her buttocks. Shaking that feeling by acknowledging that you would be back hugging her hips soon enough, she focused on her boss.
“Um, yeah, hey Angeline,” Brigitte was still flustered by how exuberant, cute and, quite frankly, attractive Angeline was. She was in a committed relationship but she was only human, and Angeline’s curves were just too prominent to ignore. “Your new uniform arrived this morning, so now you can match the rest of our staff. Your previous uniform worked really well, but now you can look like a real Sanderson Beach lifeguard.”
Angeline’s good mood was dampened slightly upon hearing that she wouldn’t be able to enjoy wearing you, but she brightened up when she realised that if you weren’t serving as underwear then she’d actually be able to meet you! She began to blush when she thought about all the stuff she’d be able to do with you once you officially became her tiny little boyfriend.
“S-so does that mean cute little Hunter won’t need to be a bikini bottom anymore?” Angeline looked to Brigitte expectantly. Brigitte raised her eyebrow in confusion for a moment.
“Who?... Oh, yeah, Hunter...” Brigitte trailed off, trying to come up with an excuse for Angeline to explain your new position. “He... uh, decided that he wanted to stay as a bikini bottom for a while. Obviously I explained to him that you had a uniform now, so he wouldn’t be needed to fill that role, and well the little guy just looked so sad that he wouldn’t be able to help out anymore.”
Brigitte faked feeling sorry for you, convincingly enough that Angeline felt incredibly sorry for you.
Clearly Angeline wasn’t very smart, since she fell for this obvious lie. For one thing you wouldn’t be able to talk to Brigitte to convey this intention to her considering you were still stuck as a bikini bottom!
“Aw the poor little thing! Where is he? I just know I can make him feel better,” Angeline, ever one to help out people in need, was desperate to comfort you.
“Well, since he was so eager to keep helping, I suggested that he act as a spare bikini bottom for anyone who has lost theirs. The little dude was ecstatic. So for the foreseeable future that’s where he’ll be,” Brigitte finished her speech with a reassuring smile towards Angeline, but she could see that the bubbly, excitable girl deflate slightly upon hearing your new job.
“Oh... that’s great I guess, I’m glad the little cutie will be able to keep helping out,” Angeline was crestfallen, she was hoping once her uniform had arrived she would be able to actually get to know the cute little man who had started consuming her thoughts at night as well as supporting her during the day. The news that Brigitte had delivered gave Angeline a feeling similar to being rejected by a crush. However, Angeline was not one to give up easily, and if she wasn’t going to be able to woo you the traditional way, she’d have to improvise.
“If you want, I can look after the lost and found stuff. It would give you time to focus on more important things,” if Angeline wasn’t getting to wear you, she sure as hell wanted to be around you as much as she could.
Brigitte was slightly taken aback by Angeline’s offer, but smiled.
“Sure, sounds good to me. Here, make sure this gets to its proper place,” Brigitte reached into her drawer and tossed you at Angeline, who fumbled slightly to catch you. “And make sure it stays in lost and found, it’s still company property, so if it goes missing it wouldn’t reflect great on you.”
*****
Angeline deposited you in the small cardboard box labelled “lost and found” that was located in the large storage shed outside of the staff building. She looked down at you with a dejected, jealous look on her face.
“Listen Hunter, I know you like to help people out, but I thought we had something going here! Did I do something wrong? Was I not giving you enough smothering as you would have liked?” Angeline looked genuinely upset at your “rejection” of her, but that look was swiftly replaced with a determined smile in your direction. “Don’t worry though, a few days of being worn by other women will hopefully make you realise what you’re missing out on and you’ll come back to me when you’re ready.”
As she finished talking to you, she was getting ready to put the box away when a woman’s voice called out.
“Excuse me. Is this where I can borrow a replacement bikini bottom? Mines sorta snapped.”
Angeline turned and greeted the new woman, you got a good look at her as she walked into your field of view. She was incredibly tanned, with auburn hair and a beautiful face. However, your eyes were drawn to her waist, which was barely covered by a small beach towel.
Seeing her wide hips, along with how quickly you were going to be used again after being forced into this new job by Brigitte, gave you a bad feeling for how the next few weeks would go.
Angeline handed you to the new girl while suppressing a jealous glare. Seeing this immensely attractive girl carry you off made her fear you would forget about her rather quickly, and she began brainstorming ways to win you back.
1) You spend a considerable amount of time in lost and found, but your roommates manage to make some headway with removing your license. You get some freedom, but Isabella starts work on screwing you over in another way.
2) After a few weeks, Brigitte’s uniform gets damaged, so she has Natasha remodel you to fit her as a bikini bottom.
3) One of the beachgoers takes you home with them (either accidentally or on purpose)
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April 23, 2025
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