A Thong No Longer
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 18
by
Bobob1
(Originally written by Odysseus)
"I don't understand, we know he was a green thong, but it wasn't any of the ones we have." Morgan said, looking at the ball of shredded fabric. Suddenly, Morgan's eyes widened. "Wait, are any of us wearing a green thong now?"
Morgan and Avery quickly pulled open their pants and peeked at their underwear. Morgan sighed with relief to see her panties were gray, while Avery was disappointed to see she was wearing a pink thong. Quinn didn't have to check though. She knew her thong was the miraculous tan thong she'd been wearing for a week. Now that she thought about it though, that's just about the time Hunter was returned to Morgan... And when Avery supposedly washed him....
"Oh my God..." Quinn said, dropping her pants instantly.
"What's the problem Quinn? Your thong isn't green." Avery said, looking quizzically at the tan thong that was tightly wrapped around her roommates ass.
"But you washed it Avery! Which means..." Quinn began, working the thong down her legs.
"The green dye might have washed off!" Morgan finished, realizing where Quinn was going. She opened the washing machine and held out her other hand to take the thong from Quinn. Despite the long run they'd just gone on, the thong didn't seem sweaty at all. She dropped it into the washing machine, crossed her fingers, and hit start. The view of the inside of the washing machine was obscured by a wall of suds for 2 full minutes. When Morgan finally drained and opened the washer, she found uou, tiny, panting and wearing only your underwear. You rubbed your head, dizzy from the spin cycle, as you saw your three giant roommates staring at your through the circular opening to the washer. It was strange having arms you could control again.
"Hunter I'm so sorry! I really thought Morgan had you in her drawer, and you were supposed to be green! I had no idea I was wearing you!" Quinn said, her voice almost quivering. She was clearly very upset about what she'd put you through. She gingerly lifted you out of the washer and placed you on a table,
"Don't worry Quinn. It was no big deal." You said, trying your best to make it believable. You didn't want Quinn to be upset about something that was really out of her control. "It's like you said when we met. Tinies have to learn how to be strong on their own. I think I've definitely gotten pretty strong now."
"You must be pretty strong to spend a week in Quinn's thicc ass." Avery teased, though she was quickly elbowed into silence by Morgan.
"Really?" Quinn asked, ignoring Avery's comment, shocked at how mild your reaction was. "I thought it must have been horrible! Between all the pressure and the sweating and not being acknowledged, I thought you'd hate me. I wore you practically every day for a week! And I've been running with Morgan!"
"Really Quinn, it was fine. Not bad at all." You insisted. "Though we should still figure out this usage license situation. I don't want my aunt to be able to take me again."
Quinn smiled, relieved that you seemed unharmed by her bodacious booty. "Of course, we can get back to work on that right away."
"We still have all the paperwork." Morgan chimed in.
"Yeah! And we definitely don't want anyone else taking you away from us!" Avery finished.
You smiled at the giant women, relieved to see how much they cared for you. And of course, it was nice to be able to smile again, instead of just being a thong. "Thanks girls, you're the best. Now if you don't mind, I'd really like to go lay down for a bit."
"Of course." Quinn said, lifting you up off the table. This was unlike her, usually she was all about you doing things for yourself. Clearly she still felt bad about what you'd endured. She carried you up to her bedroom, where you foud that your tiny bed was set up on top of her dresser, tucked in the corner against the wall. "I set it all up while we were waiting for you to come back. Took longer than we thought, but still..." Quinn smiled sheepishly as she dropped you on top of her dresser.
"Thanks Quinn, I really appreciate it." You said, hopping up onto your bed. It wasn't lost on you that just a day ago, you were sleeping under this bed, trapped as a thong in Quinn's panty drawer. You ignored that thought for now though, and climbed into bed, relieved that your experience as a thong was finally over.
Or was it?
As you drifted off to sleep, Quinn was back downstairs, chatting with Morgan and Avery.
"How did you realize that your thong was him Quinn? It was smart to realize the dye might have washed off, but you seemed sure it was the one you were wearing." Morgan asked.
"Well I had been wondering where I bought that thong, and had trouble remembering. Plus, it was like nothing I'd ever worn before." Quinn said, keeping her voice low. She definitely didn't want Hunter to hear this conversation.
"What do you mean? Like, extra comfy?" Avery asked, bouncing on her toes with a mix of excitement and jealousy. It seemed unfair that Hunter had been worn by two women so far and neither of them were her.
"Definitely the most comfortable thong I'd ever worn." Quinn agreed. "Plus he stretched to fit perfectly. But most of all, he absorbed all the sweat from my exercise." As soon as Quinn finished, her face flushed red, realizing she has been gushing about how much she enjoyed wearing their roommate as a pair of panties.
"That sounds totes incredible. I HAVE to try it! And Ooooo! It looks like his aunt sent us some more of that binding spray she used to keep him thong shaped!" Avery said, holding up a bottle.
Morgan snatched it out of her hand. "No one is turning Hunter back into a thong!" Morgan chided, inspecting the bottle. She saw the back had a picture of an athletic girl mid squat, with magnifying glass over her compression shorts showing the tiny turned thong underneath them. The caption said "the best workout you'll ever have, guaranteed". She felt herself wondering what it would be like to wear him during an exercise routine, then said: "Unless he agrees to it, anyway." and put the bottle back in the box.
"I'll have to sweet talk him into it then." Avery said. "If he can handle Quinn's butt, mine will be like a vacation for him." This time both girls elbowed her, then burst out laughing. The situation was almost too absurd not to laugh. Most of all, they were just glad they got their roommate back, even if it would be hard to look at him the same way after knowing just how good of a pair of panties he would be.
What happens?
1. You find that during your time as a thong you've developed a crush on Quinn, and decide to ask her on a date. (RESERVED FOR ALISTAIR)
2. Morgan asks for a favor, and you agree before asking what it is. She has a marathon race in the next day or two, and it turns out her athletic thongs were all green. Since you said being Quinn's thong was no big deal, she knows you wouldn't mind filling in.
3. Avery spends the next week trying to persuade you to let her wear you as a thong. After constant refusals, an accident lands you in the washing machine, and she finds you when unloading it. Assuming you let one of the other girls wear you, she gets angry at you.
"I don't understand, we know he was a green thong, but it wasn't any of the ones we have." Morgan said, looking at the ball of shredded fabric. Suddenly, Morgan's eyes widened. "Wait, are any of us wearing a green thong now?"
Morgan and Avery quickly pulled open their pants and peeked at their underwear. Morgan sighed with relief to see her panties were gray, while Avery was disappointed to see she was wearing a pink thong. Quinn didn't have to check though. She knew her thong was the miraculous tan thong she'd been wearing for a week. Now that she thought about it though, that's just about the time Hunter was returned to Morgan... And when Avery supposedly washed him....
"Oh my God..." Quinn said, dropping her pants instantly.
"What's the problem Quinn? Your thong isn't green." Avery said, looking quizzically at the tan thong that was tightly wrapped around her roommates ass.
"But you washed it Avery! Which means..." Quinn began, working the thong down her legs.
"The green dye might have washed off!" Morgan finished, realizing where Quinn was going. She opened the washing machine and held out her other hand to take the thong from Quinn. Despite the long run they'd just gone on, the thong didn't seem sweaty at all. She dropped it into the washing machine, crossed her fingers, and hit start. The view of the inside of the washing machine was obscured by a wall of suds for 2 full minutes. When Morgan finally drained and opened the washer, she found uou, tiny, panting and wearing only your underwear. You rubbed your head, dizzy from the spin cycle, as you saw your three giant roommates staring at your through the circular opening to the washer. It was strange having arms you could control again.
"Hunter I'm so sorry! I really thought Morgan had you in her drawer, and you were supposed to be green! I had no idea I was wearing you!" Quinn said, her voice almost quivering. She was clearly very upset about what she'd put you through. She gingerly lifted you out of the washer and placed you on a table,
"Don't worry Quinn. It was no big deal." You said, trying your best to make it believable. You didn't want Quinn to be upset about something that was really out of her control. "It's like you said when we met. Tinies have to learn how to be strong on their own. I think I've definitely gotten pretty strong now."
"You must be pretty strong to spend a week in Quinn's thicc ass." Avery teased, though she was quickly elbowed into silence by Morgan.
"Really?" Quinn asked, ignoring Avery's comment, shocked at how mild your reaction was. "I thought it must have been horrible! Between all the pressure and the sweating and not being acknowledged, I thought you'd hate me. I wore you practically every day for a week! And I've been running with Morgan!"
"Really Quinn, it was fine. Not bad at all." You insisted. "Though we should still figure out this usage license situation. I don't want my aunt to be able to take me again."
Quinn smiled, relieved that you seemed unharmed by her bodacious booty. "Of course, we can get back to work on that right away."
"We still have all the paperwork." Morgan chimed in.
"Yeah! And we definitely don't want anyone else taking you away from us!" Avery finished.
You smiled at the giant women, relieved to see how much they cared for you. And of course, it was nice to be able to smile again, instead of just being a thong. "Thanks girls, you're the best. Now if you don't mind, I'd really like to go lay down for a bit."
"Of course." Quinn said, lifting you up off the table. This was unlike her, usually she was all about you doing things for yourself. Clearly she still felt bad about what you'd endured. She carried you up to her bedroom, where you foud that your tiny bed was set up on top of her dresser, tucked in the corner against the wall. "I set it all up while we were waiting for you to come back. Took longer than we thought, but still..." Quinn smiled sheepishly as she dropped you on top of her dresser.
"Thanks Quinn, I really appreciate it." You said, hopping up onto your bed. It wasn't lost on you that just a day ago, you were sleeping under this bed, trapped as a thong in Quinn's panty drawer. You ignored that thought for now though, and climbed into bed, relieved that your experience as a thong was finally over.
Or was it?
As you drifted off to sleep, Quinn was back downstairs, chatting with Morgan and Avery.
"How did you realize that your thong was him Quinn? It was smart to realize the dye might have washed off, but you seemed sure it was the one you were wearing." Morgan asked.
"Well I had been wondering where I bought that thong, and had trouble remembering. Plus, it was like nothing I'd ever worn before." Quinn said, keeping her voice low. She definitely didn't want Hunter to hear this conversation.
"What do you mean? Like, extra comfy?" Avery asked, bouncing on her toes with a mix of excitement and jealousy. It seemed unfair that Hunter had been worn by two women so far and neither of them were her.
"Definitely the most comfortable thong I'd ever worn." Quinn agreed. "Plus he stretched to fit perfectly. But most of all, he absorbed all the sweat from my exercise." As soon as Quinn finished, her face flushed red, realizing she has been gushing about how much she enjoyed wearing their roommate as a pair of panties.
"That sounds totes incredible. I HAVE to try it! And Ooooo! It looks like his aunt sent us some more of that binding spray she used to keep him thong shaped!" Avery said, holding up a bottle.
Morgan snatched it out of her hand. "No one is turning Hunter back into a thong!" Morgan chided, inspecting the bottle. She saw the back had a picture of an athletic girl mid squat, with magnifying glass over her compression shorts showing the tiny turned thong underneath them. The caption said "the best workout you'll ever have, guaranteed". She felt herself wondering what it would be like to wear him during an exercise routine, then said: "Unless he agrees to it, anyway." and put the bottle back in the box.
"I'll have to sweet talk him into it then." Avery said. "If he can handle Quinn's butt, mine will be like a vacation for him." This time both girls elbowed her, then burst out laughing. The situation was almost too absurd not to laugh. Most of all, they were just glad they got their roommate back, even if it would be hard to look at him the same way after knowing just how good of a pair of panties he would be.
What happens?
1. You find that during your time as a thong you've developed a crush on Quinn, and decide to ask her on a date. (RESERVED FOR ALISTAIR)
2. Morgan asks for a favor, and you agree before asking what it is. She has a marathon race in the next day or two, and it turns out her athletic thongs were all green. Since you said being Quinn's thong was no big deal, she knows you wouldn't mind filling in.
3. Avery spends the next week trying to persuade you to let her wear you as a thong. After constant refusals, an accident lands you in the washing machine, and she finds you when unloading it. Assuming you let one of the other girls wear you, she gets angry at you.
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April 23, 2025
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