Not the Change You Were Hoping For
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 19
by
copier
· original author:
azazel8
For the next several weeks your life slowly settled into a new painful routine. Being used by Norah had been a relentless torture, but at least she had acknowledged your existence. And as big as your aunt’s rear was it couldn’t compare to Quinn’s. Each time your curvaceous roommate pulled you on you felt like you were going to break, every fibre of your being straining to contain her thick assets. It didn’t help that her use of you only became more frequent as the raven-haired girl did her best to put her lingering doubts about the identity of her new thong out of her mind. Your comfortable fit and absorbent qualities were put to full use as Quinn continued her exercise routine, massive cheeks endlessly grinding you between their gelatinous masses with each mighty step, stretch and shake.
At first you would at least get a break whenever the lifeguard had to attend work, as despite Quinn’s attempt to negotiate Brigitte insisted that she had to wear her bikini bottoms at work, comfortable or not. Initially you spent those hours resting in one of the lockers at the beach, until your roommate decided to make use of this time to toss you in the wash before she left for work. The fourth time this happened there was a mix-up in the laundry and you ended up spending three days as Morgan’s workout thong, the gallons of sweat pouring from the brunette’s rear soaking into you for hours on end. It was only when your temporary owner finally went to wash you that Quinn found you again, immediately taking you back and reacquainting you with her rear for yet another intense workout. She even took to sleeping with you on, allowing you to soak up her every emission all night long.
Accidental though it had been, Morgan had enjoyed using you so much that she was reluctant to just let you go, and the next time you were left alone you didn’t even have the energy to be surprised when you were snatched up by a tanned hand and thoroughly put to use. This would happen several more times before Quinn caught her friend red-handed, the ensuing argument scaring you for more than one reason as you found yourself stretched in a violent tug-of-war. Just when you thought your body was going to be torn in two your roommate’s finally calmed down enough to negotiate a truce. You belonged to Quinn, but since she couldn’t wear you when she had shifts at Sanderson Beach, Morgan could make use of you during those periods, relying on your self-cleaning properties rather than the wash. Of course Avery complained when she heard, demanding her own turn, though her disappointment was nothing compared to your own as your one period of relief evaporated entirely.
Your mind and body had been thoroughly abused, the rears of your roommates blending into an endless stream of grinding cheeks, pouring sweat, pounding weight and a cavalcade of smells and tastes you couldn’t begin to describe. At this point you were half convinced that the full-length spray was the only thing keeping your body together, simply refusing to let you be torn apart. You sanity, on the other hand, was being held together by sheer determination and the desperate belief that you would one day be saved when Quinn reconsidered her opinion of her new thong and convinced Morgan that they should test you. Perhaps now even helped along by the brunette’s own use of you. It was a belief that kept you going, along with those few precious moments you weren’t being worn.
The searching for you had continued at first, but as the days ticked by the attentiveness and focus of your roommates had begun to drift. Their work and other responsibilities provided an ever-present distraction, and the lack of any tangible results left them disheartened and unmotivated. Avery was the first to give up entirely, declaring that she was sure you were fine and would turn up eventually if you wanted to, half convinced that you’d decided to just skip out on them. Morgan would be next, more reluctant to give up on you but eventually accepting that you were no longer in the apartment. The sisters began to wonder if Norah may have just kept you after all, but had no way to contact her. Even a visit from Tracy wasn’t enough, as your little sister didn’t have any knowledge to help and the four managed not to exchange any information which would potentially clue them in to the truth.
Your one light of hope in this relentless darkness was Quinn’s seeming devotion to your cause, her own search lasting longer than anyone else. As much as she pretended it didn’t bother her, having lost so many friends in the past made her hate the idea of losing another, even if she didn’t know you that well. Especially when she knew this whole mess had started because she tried to get you a job. Since there was no sign of you in the apartment, she started asking around with neighbours, trying not to be too embarrassed when she inquired as to a missing thong that may have drifted in. Of course she never quite realised how close you were, carried with her through every search, only catching the occasional look when you were removed, now just the faintest hints of contemplation.
You were touched by how much she seemed to care for you, even if you couldn’t express it while you continued to suffer within the mass of her posterior. With how quickly things had gone south, the two of you hadn’t really gotten the chance to know one another and from first impressions you’d found her a bit distant, so it was nice to know that there was someone you could have relied on had your luck been just a bit less atrocious. Even though Quinn was the one making you suffer right now you couldn’t bring yourself to blame her, or Morgan for that matter. No, the ones that you blamed were Rachel and Isabella. They were responsible for this. And even if it didn’t compare to how much you hated those who had done this to you, you were annoyed with your aunt as well, who hadn’t even given you a chance to explain before condemning you to months as her thong.
Inevitably though, even Quinn realised that her search was a hopeless endeavour, and that she was just wearing herself out and getting embarrassed for nothing. You were gone, and just like she had for so many friends in the past she had to move on and try to live her life like it hadn’t happened. As if you’d never existed at all. The expression she wore when she’d glance at you began to shift over time, the concern fading to apathy, and then a gradual annoyance. Try as she might, your roommate couldn’t quite shake her misgivings about the origins of her new thong, but now that she was trying to move on the lingering thoughts were more of an annoyance than anything else. Your tan colour looked too much like human skin for the idea to be wholly supressed, nagging at her conscience.
Without your knowledge, Quinn seriously contemplated just giving you to Morgan to keep, or maybe letting Avery have you. She knew either of them would appreciate the gift, and she would at least be able to stop thinking about it then. Though of course that wouldn’t remove the issue entirely from her sight, since she’d inevitably come across you from time to time. There was also the possibility of sending you further afield. A gift to her mother or another relative. Or maybe just a perfect stranger. But… no. As much as your colouring was annoying her, you were just too good of a thong to let go. Besides, if it was your appearance that was the problem, then there were easier ways to fix that.
One day, without warning, you were woken from a fitful sleep to the sensation of Quinn sliding you down her long legs. Used to the sensation by now, you looked up, expecting to see your roommate changing into her bikini, but were surprised when you instead witnessed her pulling on more casual clothing. Usually you would be included in such an assemble, yet it was another long neglected pair of panties that took that role. You wondered if perhaps this meant you were getting a wash, or if some new agreement had been worked out and either Morgan or Avery was about to prance in to claim you. Instead, you were surprised again when you were picked up and dropped into a paper bag, the world moving around you unseen as you were carried from the apartment and into a car.
You could feel the vibrations of a moving vehicle as you travelled, though after months of being smothered within bouncing rears the movement was so subtle as to be almost imperceptible to you. When the vibrations stopped you were lifted once more, and with the sound of a car door opening and closing you could now hear many other voices filtering in from all angles. Confused, you tried to think what situation could have led Quinn to put you in a bag and carry you to a public location. Was it possible that she’d finally discovered who you were and was taking you somewhere to be fixed? Or had she found a way to get you tested without using the solvent? It was likely that the smell and taste of the curvaceous girl was now so heavily ingrained into your being that you’d never really be free of it, but you’d forgive everything if she saved you now, and you’d do anything to repay her.
Your thoughts were interrupted as your bag was suddenly upended and you found yourself laying flat on a countertop, looking up at a woman you didn’t recognise. Nimble fingers reached down to spread you out and pull experimentally at your edges. “Stretchy. You want it dyed yeah?” Your blood ran cold. No. No this couldn’t be happening. Realising where you were you looked around fearfully at the various garments hanging behind the counter, ready for collection. You could no more scream now then you could run but if you could, you would have screamed out for Quinn not to do this. It didn’t help of course, and you were powerless as your roommate smiled. “Yeah, I’d like you to…”
At first you would at least get a break whenever the lifeguard had to attend work, as despite Quinn’s attempt to negotiate Brigitte insisted that she had to wear her bikini bottoms at work, comfortable or not. Initially you spent those hours resting in one of the lockers at the beach, until your roommate decided to make use of this time to toss you in the wash before she left for work. The fourth time this happened there was a mix-up in the laundry and you ended up spending three days as Morgan’s workout thong, the gallons of sweat pouring from the brunette’s rear soaking into you for hours on end. It was only when your temporary owner finally went to wash you that Quinn found you again, immediately taking you back and reacquainting you with her rear for yet another intense workout. She even took to sleeping with you on, allowing you to soak up her every emission all night long.
Accidental though it had been, Morgan had enjoyed using you so much that she was reluctant to just let you go, and the next time you were left alone you didn’t even have the energy to be surprised when you were snatched up by a tanned hand and thoroughly put to use. This would happen several more times before Quinn caught her friend red-handed, the ensuing argument scaring you for more than one reason as you found yourself stretched in a violent tug-of-war. Just when you thought your body was going to be torn in two your roommate’s finally calmed down enough to negotiate a truce. You belonged to Quinn, but since she couldn’t wear you when she had shifts at Sanderson Beach, Morgan could make use of you during those periods, relying on your self-cleaning properties rather than the wash. Of course Avery complained when she heard, demanding her own turn, though her disappointment was nothing compared to your own as your one period of relief evaporated entirely.
Your mind and body had been thoroughly abused, the rears of your roommates blending into an endless stream of grinding cheeks, pouring sweat, pounding weight and a cavalcade of smells and tastes you couldn’t begin to describe. At this point you were half convinced that the full-length spray was the only thing keeping your body together, simply refusing to let you be torn apart. You sanity, on the other hand, was being held together by sheer determination and the desperate belief that you would one day be saved when Quinn reconsidered her opinion of her new thong and convinced Morgan that they should test you. Perhaps now even helped along by the brunette’s own use of you. It was a belief that kept you going, along with those few precious moments you weren’t being worn.
The searching for you had continued at first, but as the days ticked by the attentiveness and focus of your roommates had begun to drift. Their work and other responsibilities provided an ever-present distraction, and the lack of any tangible results left them disheartened and unmotivated. Avery was the first to give up entirely, declaring that she was sure you were fine and would turn up eventually if you wanted to, half convinced that you’d decided to just skip out on them. Morgan would be next, more reluctant to give up on you but eventually accepting that you were no longer in the apartment. The sisters began to wonder if Norah may have just kept you after all, but had no way to contact her. Even a visit from Tracy wasn’t enough, as your little sister didn’t have any knowledge to help and the four managed not to exchange any information which would potentially clue them in to the truth.
Your one light of hope in this relentless darkness was Quinn’s seeming devotion to your cause, her own search lasting longer than anyone else. As much as she pretended it didn’t bother her, having lost so many friends in the past made her hate the idea of losing another, even if she didn’t know you that well. Especially when she knew this whole mess had started because she tried to get you a job. Since there was no sign of you in the apartment, she started asking around with neighbours, trying not to be too embarrassed when she inquired as to a missing thong that may have drifted in. Of course she never quite realised how close you were, carried with her through every search, only catching the occasional look when you were removed, now just the faintest hints of contemplation.
You were touched by how much she seemed to care for you, even if you couldn’t express it while you continued to suffer within the mass of her posterior. With how quickly things had gone south, the two of you hadn’t really gotten the chance to know one another and from first impressions you’d found her a bit distant, so it was nice to know that there was someone you could have relied on had your luck been just a bit less atrocious. Even though Quinn was the one making you suffer right now you couldn’t bring yourself to blame her, or Morgan for that matter. No, the ones that you blamed were Rachel and Isabella. They were responsible for this. And even if it didn’t compare to how much you hated those who had done this to you, you were annoyed with your aunt as well, who hadn’t even given you a chance to explain before condemning you to months as her thong.
Inevitably though, even Quinn realised that her search was a hopeless endeavour, and that she was just wearing herself out and getting embarrassed for nothing. You were gone, and just like she had for so many friends in the past she had to move on and try to live her life like it hadn’t happened. As if you’d never existed at all. The expression she wore when she’d glance at you began to shift over time, the concern fading to apathy, and then a gradual annoyance. Try as she might, your roommate couldn’t quite shake her misgivings about the origins of her new thong, but now that she was trying to move on the lingering thoughts were more of an annoyance than anything else. Your tan colour looked too much like human skin for the idea to be wholly supressed, nagging at her conscience.
Without your knowledge, Quinn seriously contemplated just giving you to Morgan to keep, or maybe letting Avery have you. She knew either of them would appreciate the gift, and she would at least be able to stop thinking about it then. Though of course that wouldn’t remove the issue entirely from her sight, since she’d inevitably come across you from time to time. There was also the possibility of sending you further afield. A gift to her mother or another relative. Or maybe just a perfect stranger. But… no. As much as your colouring was annoying her, you were just too good of a thong to let go. Besides, if it was your appearance that was the problem, then there were easier ways to fix that.
One day, without warning, you were woken from a fitful sleep to the sensation of Quinn sliding you down her long legs. Used to the sensation by now, you looked up, expecting to see your roommate changing into her bikini, but were surprised when you instead witnessed her pulling on more casual clothing. Usually you would be included in such an assemble, yet it was another long neglected pair of panties that took that role. You wondered if perhaps this meant you were getting a wash, or if some new agreement had been worked out and either Morgan or Avery was about to prance in to claim you. Instead, you were surprised again when you were picked up and dropped into a paper bag, the world moving around you unseen as you were carried from the apartment and into a car.
You could feel the vibrations of a moving vehicle as you travelled, though after months of being smothered within bouncing rears the movement was so subtle as to be almost imperceptible to you. When the vibrations stopped you were lifted once more, and with the sound of a car door opening and closing you could now hear many other voices filtering in from all angles. Confused, you tried to think what situation could have led Quinn to put you in a bag and carry you to a public location. Was it possible that she’d finally discovered who you were and was taking you somewhere to be fixed? Or had she found a way to get you tested without using the solvent? It was likely that the smell and taste of the curvaceous girl was now so heavily ingrained into your being that you’d never really be free of it, but you’d forgive everything if she saved you now, and you’d do anything to repay her.
Your thoughts were interrupted as your bag was suddenly upended and you found yourself laying flat on a countertop, looking up at a woman you didn’t recognise. Nimble fingers reached down to spread you out and pull experimentally at your edges. “Stretchy. You want it dyed yeah?” Your blood ran cold. No. No this couldn’t be happening. Realising where you were you looked around fearfully at the various garments hanging behind the counter, ready for collection. You could no more scream now then you could run but if you could, you would have screamed out for Quinn not to do this. It didn’t help of course, and you were powerless as your roommate smiled. “Yeah, I’d like you to…”
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