Supportive Servitude to Quinn
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 15
by
Bobob1
“Huh. This thong looks kind of small.” The voice said, and as your eyes finished adjusting, you could see Quinn staring down at you with a small frown on her gorgeous face. “Maybe it’s Avery’s? Or is it mine?” Panic overtook you as you recalled just how unbelievably thick Quinn was, and it became clear just how much of a nightmare scenario this was shaping up to be.
Quinn’s smooth hands dancing across your body as she inquisitively examined you only heightened your rising fear. You’d thought that maybe, just maybe, she would’ve spotted your trace human features, but they truly were blurred beyond recognition. You looked just like a normal tan thong, albeit a slightly stretchy one, a fact Quinn discovered a second later as she pulled your malleable body a bit.
“Oh wait. It stretches. Nice! Guess it is mine.” Quinn shrugged and smiled, content with the answer her research had produced. Putting any additional thoughts out of her mind, Quinn stood up and walked over to her closet, dropping you onto the corner of her bed as she did so. It was only then that you noticed she was stark naked, having clearly just finished showering. Even then, all her nude glory couldn’t shake you out of your futile silent screams, desperately begging her to notice you, even as she dug around in her closet for an outfit for the day.
A minute passed, and it was clear your fate was sealed. Quinn set aside a pair of black jeans and a metal band t-shirt, along with a gargantuan black bra. She then reached for you, and as her hand clasped you and began lowering you to the ground, you felt a chilling depression as the three past months of suffering from Norah all rushed back to you. Were you really about to be sentenced to even more booty servitude solely due to Norah’s negligence and Avery’s airheadedness?
While consumed with your thoughts, Quinn was consuming you in an entirely different sense. Though it took her a bit of effort, she managed to wrangle your squishy form up her thick thighs and settle into place around her gigantic derriere. Pulled to your absolute limits, your limbs ached and cried for release that wouldn’t come as your looped arms and legs clung to Quinn’s hips, and your torso rocketed straight between your curvy roommate’s globular cheeks.
Like Norah but even worse (as Quinn truly had no idea what she was doing, and so had no inclination to spare you or save you) you found yourself buried deep in mounds of sweaty and slightly smelly ass flesh. Everything was darkness, and all sounds were muffled and inaudible. Quinn’s slightest movements shifted her hefty cheeks up and down, grinding them along your battered body, smudging you even more. Still, the chemical Norah had used on you preserved your accursed thong shape despite the beating.
Examining herself in the mirror, Quinn blushed lightly at the severely scandalous appearance of the thong on her heavenly developed body. The tan strips of fabric were like floss around her hips, and the majority of the thong had completely vanished inside of her crack. Still, the black-haired girl couldn’t deny the comfort of the thong, nor the soft, squishy support it provided. Immodest attire aside, it was really nice, perhaps the best she’d worn in years.
Pleasantly surprised by the capabilities of the normal-seeming thong, Quinn finally stopped admiring herself and finished getting dressed. Wrangling her prodigious chest into her bra, she then slid on the t-shirt (who’s logo was comically warped by the titanic tits trapped underneath), and then shimmied the jeans on. They weren’t meant to be skintight jeans, but on Quinn, they essentially were.
As soon as she snapped the waistband of the jeans into place, your torment only doubled in excruciating humiliation. Quinn’s doughy cheeks were constricted tightly, compressing around you and clenching your body painfully, while simultaneously dousing you in sweat and stench. It felt like an inescapable sauna of a million degrees inside of Quinn’s ass, and as your unaware roommate began walking out of her room, and her butt bounced and ground your stringy body mercilessly, you mentally cried out a broken plea for help.
Reaching the living room, Quinn sat down in the recliner and began glancing at her phone. Avery, who had been sitting watching TV, felt her jaw drop open as she stared at Quinn. Somehow, in just casual t-shirt and jeans, Quinn still managed to be distractingly sexy, and Avery found it so hard to look away she was compelled to comment.
“Totes killin’ it, girl!” Avery giggled. “You are super-duper pretty!”
Quinn waved off her compliment with a small smile. “Thanks…it’s whatever. I don’t try to dress myself up.”
Avery gushed. “But that just makes you even more of a hottie! You don’t even have to try with your looks!”
THAT brought a blush to Quinn’s face, as well as an awkward shuffle in her seat. Her little wiggle was only further endearing her to Avery, but it was hellish for you. Just by simply shifting her booty, Quinn dragged you even deeper into her ass crack, her alluring curves devouring you as her meaty cheeks chewed you up. You were so mangled and crushed by her butt cheeks that it was only Norah’s chemical keeping you from snapping around Quinn’s hips and falling apart. Sadly, you were still a perfect little thong.
In fact, following a horrifyingly similar train of thought as Norah, Quinn began to realize that she couldn’t feel a single drop of sweat in her normally kind of swampy ass. With how big her butt was, keeping it contained in jeans all day normally generated no small amount of moisture. However, she felt as clean as a whistle down there, and couldn’t help but wonder if her new thong was some sort of miracle fabric. Comfy and practical? She was very impressed.
Of course, just like with Norah, it was your body’s own squishy and absorbent properties that were of benefit to Quinn. You yourself were forced to absorb all of her sweat and stench into your own body, keeping her flawless and gorgeous while dirtying yourself to disgusting degrees. As squashed as you were, you couldn’t do a thing to protest either. All you could do was serve your enforced purpose, as Quinn moved terrifyingly closer to adopting you as her new go-to underwear.
Just entering the room, Morgan flicked Avery on the noggin as she sat down. “Stop teasing the poor girl, Avery.”
Avery pouted melodramatically. “It’s been three months, Morgan. I’m entitled to some flirting, right? She’s totes the most gorgeously gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen. I find thicc chicks adorbs!”
Morgan sighed, and Quinn blushed again, averting her gaze from Avery’s relaxed, lop-sided grin. The more sensible Sinclair sister then cleared her throat. “Anyway, since you two are both here, I just wanted to let you know of a big development that happened a little while ago.”
Snapping back to business, Quinn returned to her normal demeanor. “Oh? What’s up?”
Morgan winced. “Basically, Hunter’s back. He was sent through the mail by his aunt.”
Quinn sat up straight (ironically forcing even more of her weight to crush you from all sides). “He is? That’s awesome. How is the little dude? Did his aunt treat him fairly?”
Avery tittered like a schoolgirl. “Someone seems pretty invested in the guy, huh? Are ya in loooove?” She giggled again, and Quinn looked at her in exasperation (but didn’t deny her taunt).
Morgan shushed her rambunctious twin, and continued. “Um…he was probably NOT treated well. He was sent back as a thong, and it was implied he’s been a thong for the whole three months. In fact, we can’t even free him until we get some solvent from his aunt next week.”
Quinn growled. “That woman. Her and that damn notary! Forcing Hunter through torment just for kicks! It’s sick!” She fumed, and it was clear that three months hadn’t doused her sense of fighting for tiny rights (even if her rousing speech had been lost on your muffled, crushed ears down below).
“So he’s a thong now? That’s fun!” Avery clapped her hands together. “First dibs on wearing him!”
Quinn was about to rebuke the playful girl’s tasteless suggestion, when she suddenly paled. She began to think about the mystery thong in her basket of clothes, and how stretchy and absorbent it was. Fearing the worst, she looked over to Morgan. “And…what did you do with him? O-Once you found him?”
Morgan smiled easily. “Oh, he’s resting in a drawer in my cabinet. A LOCKED drawer.” She added, eyeing Avery, who slumped in disappointment. “He’ll rest there safely until the solvent comes. Also, he’s a super bright green color, so he’s very easy to spot, and even harder to misplace.” She gave Quinn a thumbs-up. “You can trust me to keep him safe.”
Quinn let out a long, satisfied breath. Her new thong really was just a standard thong after all, normal stretchy fabric and everything. It was one incredibly comfy and useful thong, that was for certain, but it wasn’t a misplaced tiny guy. Quinn fully trusted and believed Morgan, so she put any further doubts out of her mind.
Meanwhile, trapped in the abyss of Quinn’s ass, you had heard exactly none of the conversation your three roommates were holding, and failed to realize just how thoroughly they’d screwed you over. Maybe some miracle would save you, but the chances were slim. For at least one full week, it was looking like you’d be nothing but Quinn’s thong, and if fate screwed you over even harder, perhaps more than week.
What had you done to deserve this?
Quinn’s smooth hands dancing across your body as she inquisitively examined you only heightened your rising fear. You’d thought that maybe, just maybe, she would’ve spotted your trace human features, but they truly were blurred beyond recognition. You looked just like a normal tan thong, albeit a slightly stretchy one, a fact Quinn discovered a second later as she pulled your malleable body a bit.
“Oh wait. It stretches. Nice! Guess it is mine.” Quinn shrugged and smiled, content with the answer her research had produced. Putting any additional thoughts out of her mind, Quinn stood up and walked over to her closet, dropping you onto the corner of her bed as she did so. It was only then that you noticed she was stark naked, having clearly just finished showering. Even then, all her nude glory couldn’t shake you out of your futile silent screams, desperately begging her to notice you, even as she dug around in her closet for an outfit for the day.
A minute passed, and it was clear your fate was sealed. Quinn set aside a pair of black jeans and a metal band t-shirt, along with a gargantuan black bra. She then reached for you, and as her hand clasped you and began lowering you to the ground, you felt a chilling depression as the three past months of suffering from Norah all rushed back to you. Were you really about to be sentenced to even more booty servitude solely due to Norah’s negligence and Avery’s airheadedness?
While consumed with your thoughts, Quinn was consuming you in an entirely different sense. Though it took her a bit of effort, she managed to wrangle your squishy form up her thick thighs and settle into place around her gigantic derriere. Pulled to your absolute limits, your limbs ached and cried for release that wouldn’t come as your looped arms and legs clung to Quinn’s hips, and your torso rocketed straight between your curvy roommate’s globular cheeks.
Like Norah but even worse (as Quinn truly had no idea what she was doing, and so had no inclination to spare you or save you) you found yourself buried deep in mounds of sweaty and slightly smelly ass flesh. Everything was darkness, and all sounds were muffled and inaudible. Quinn’s slightest movements shifted her hefty cheeks up and down, grinding them along your battered body, smudging you even more. Still, the chemical Norah had used on you preserved your accursed thong shape despite the beating.
Examining herself in the mirror, Quinn blushed lightly at the severely scandalous appearance of the thong on her heavenly developed body. The tan strips of fabric were like floss around her hips, and the majority of the thong had completely vanished inside of her crack. Still, the black-haired girl couldn’t deny the comfort of the thong, nor the soft, squishy support it provided. Immodest attire aside, it was really nice, perhaps the best she’d worn in years.
Pleasantly surprised by the capabilities of the normal-seeming thong, Quinn finally stopped admiring herself and finished getting dressed. Wrangling her prodigious chest into her bra, she then slid on the t-shirt (who’s logo was comically warped by the titanic tits trapped underneath), and then shimmied the jeans on. They weren’t meant to be skintight jeans, but on Quinn, they essentially were.
As soon as she snapped the waistband of the jeans into place, your torment only doubled in excruciating humiliation. Quinn’s doughy cheeks were constricted tightly, compressing around you and clenching your body painfully, while simultaneously dousing you in sweat and stench. It felt like an inescapable sauna of a million degrees inside of Quinn’s ass, and as your unaware roommate began walking out of her room, and her butt bounced and ground your stringy body mercilessly, you mentally cried out a broken plea for help.
Reaching the living room, Quinn sat down in the recliner and began glancing at her phone. Avery, who had been sitting watching TV, felt her jaw drop open as she stared at Quinn. Somehow, in just casual t-shirt and jeans, Quinn still managed to be distractingly sexy, and Avery found it so hard to look away she was compelled to comment.
“Totes killin’ it, girl!” Avery giggled. “You are super-duper pretty!”
Quinn waved off her compliment with a small smile. “Thanks…it’s whatever. I don’t try to dress myself up.”
Avery gushed. “But that just makes you even more of a hottie! You don’t even have to try with your looks!”
THAT brought a blush to Quinn’s face, as well as an awkward shuffle in her seat. Her little wiggle was only further endearing her to Avery, but it was hellish for you. Just by simply shifting her booty, Quinn dragged you even deeper into her ass crack, her alluring curves devouring you as her meaty cheeks chewed you up. You were so mangled and crushed by her butt cheeks that it was only Norah’s chemical keeping you from snapping around Quinn’s hips and falling apart. Sadly, you were still a perfect little thong.
In fact, following a horrifyingly similar train of thought as Norah, Quinn began to realize that she couldn’t feel a single drop of sweat in her normally kind of swampy ass. With how big her butt was, keeping it contained in jeans all day normally generated no small amount of moisture. However, she felt as clean as a whistle down there, and couldn’t help but wonder if her new thong was some sort of miracle fabric. Comfy and practical? She was very impressed.
Of course, just like with Norah, it was your body’s own squishy and absorbent properties that were of benefit to Quinn. You yourself were forced to absorb all of her sweat and stench into your own body, keeping her flawless and gorgeous while dirtying yourself to disgusting degrees. As squashed as you were, you couldn’t do a thing to protest either. All you could do was serve your enforced purpose, as Quinn moved terrifyingly closer to adopting you as her new go-to underwear.
Just entering the room, Morgan flicked Avery on the noggin as she sat down. “Stop teasing the poor girl, Avery.”
Avery pouted melodramatically. “It’s been three months, Morgan. I’m entitled to some flirting, right? She’s totes the most gorgeously gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen. I find thicc chicks adorbs!”
Morgan sighed, and Quinn blushed again, averting her gaze from Avery’s relaxed, lop-sided grin. The more sensible Sinclair sister then cleared her throat. “Anyway, since you two are both here, I just wanted to let you know of a big development that happened a little while ago.”
Snapping back to business, Quinn returned to her normal demeanor. “Oh? What’s up?”
Morgan winced. “Basically, Hunter’s back. He was sent through the mail by his aunt.”
Quinn sat up straight (ironically forcing even more of her weight to crush you from all sides). “He is? That’s awesome. How is the little dude? Did his aunt treat him fairly?”
Avery tittered like a schoolgirl. “Someone seems pretty invested in the guy, huh? Are ya in loooove?” She giggled again, and Quinn looked at her in exasperation (but didn’t deny her taunt).
Morgan shushed her rambunctious twin, and continued. “Um…he was probably NOT treated well. He was sent back as a thong, and it was implied he’s been a thong for the whole three months. In fact, we can’t even free him until we get some solvent from his aunt next week.”
Quinn growled. “That woman. Her and that damn notary! Forcing Hunter through torment just for kicks! It’s sick!” She fumed, and it was clear that three months hadn’t doused her sense of fighting for tiny rights (even if her rousing speech had been lost on your muffled, crushed ears down below).
“So he’s a thong now? That’s fun!” Avery clapped her hands together. “First dibs on wearing him!”
Quinn was about to rebuke the playful girl’s tasteless suggestion, when she suddenly paled. She began to think about the mystery thong in her basket of clothes, and how stretchy and absorbent it was. Fearing the worst, she looked over to Morgan. “And…what did you do with him? O-Once you found him?”
Morgan smiled easily. “Oh, he’s resting in a drawer in my cabinet. A LOCKED drawer.” She added, eyeing Avery, who slumped in disappointment. “He’ll rest there safely until the solvent comes. Also, he’s a super bright green color, so he’s very easy to spot, and even harder to misplace.” She gave Quinn a thumbs-up. “You can trust me to keep him safe.”
Quinn let out a long, satisfied breath. Her new thong really was just a standard thong after all, normal stretchy fabric and everything. It was one incredibly comfy and useful thong, that was for certain, but it wasn’t a misplaced tiny guy. Quinn fully trusted and believed Morgan, so she put any further doubts out of her mind.
Meanwhile, trapped in the abyss of Quinn’s ass, you had heard exactly none of the conversation your three roommates were holding, and failed to realize just how thoroughly they’d screwed you over. Maybe some miracle would save you, but the chances were slim. For at least one full week, it was looking like you’d be nothing but Quinn’s thong, and if fate screwed you over even harder, perhaps more than week.
What had you done to deserve this?
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April 23, 2025
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