The Finest Tech in the Hand's of a Complete Ditz
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 22
by
copier
· original author:
lilmoniq
That evening Isabella merely had to slap a shipping label onto your package and drop you off into a mail chute to set you on your path to becoming 'enhanced'. You cursed her as you heard her distant chuckling as you landed in a heap atop a pile of similar envelopes and the like. All of this misfortune, just for trying to do your job as a tiny lifeguard!
You waited in long silence, with plenty of time to dread what your new life would be like once you got this experimental new chip lodged in you, until morning must have come as you were dumped onto a truck. A long ride through a sorting facility and that evening you had already ended up at the lab where you'd be treated. You felt yourself retrieved and dumped onto some metallic surface as you awaited to see what this whole process would entail.
Ripping your package open, you saw a young brunette woman in gloves politely wave at you before pinching you in her thumb and forefinger. She had squashed your head in the process as she dumped you onto a petri dish with walls just high enough you couldn't bolt. In your attempt to morph your head back into a three-dimensional shape, the lab tech merely giggled at your squirms before sticking you with some sharp object.
The last thing you managed to see was her same wave as she smiled at you blissfully unaware she was your last hope to stop this process. You blacked out, clearly injected with some harsh sedative, with which the woman covered and marked your dish. "Awww, he was kind of cute. It's too bad some other lucky woman gets him...at least she must make him happy enough to go through with something as huge of a commitment as this!" Her ironic mutterings about how pleased she was to be part of making the world a more accepting place for tinies, as well as how trustworthy the 'lucky woman' must be, totally lost on you.
You awoke in blackness, only hearing the murmurs of some engine roaring around you when you realized you had been knocked out through the whole process. And that could only mean one thing, you were already headed back to Norah. Sharp images of her iconic excited smile, not to mention her equally well-known sweaty rear, flashed in your mind running a harsh chill down your spine. You blew a long sigh, you had hoped you'd get at least one last shot at talking to someone before whatever this procedure was was done.
The following day you felt your package tumbling once more, you could almost even feel the sun through your package prison. Suddenly you were squeezed in some kind of grip as the mail-woman must have arrived at your destination. "Damn, almost fits..." You managed to decipher before you were squeezed from both sides as she tried to smoosh you through the mail slot. You now felt flat as a pancake as your envelope slid through with a light thud against Norah's interior doormat, a fashion magazine and a few other slices of paperwork landing atop you.
'Oh geez, I guess it's the middle of the day, she must be out...' You thought to yourself. Honestly if you knew the time you could probably take a good guess exactly where she was, becoming so intimately familiar with the ins and outs of her rigorous exercise routine as well as exactly when and what she needed to assist her with it. Your interpretation about her whereabouts actually turned out to be correct, as you heard the squeak of her front door opening from behind you. You braced to be picked up only to feel the force of a thousand tons splat on you.
Peering under her foot, Norah sheepishly realized her error and muttered quietly to herself, "Oh, oops. Mail's here...". Finally you felt her actually pick you up, lazily checking each item before her eyes grazed across your package, a twinkle forming as she recognized the red text marking 'Live Tiny'. Taking a seat at her dining table, Norah eagerly ripped open your cardboard housing, not even waiting to see you to start exclaiming, "Oh Hunter! You're back already! God, I've missed you!"
Ripping away the top of her package, Norah took on a puzzled expression as instead of seeing her favoritest tiny in the universe she instead was met with a thick packet of papers and pamphlets. "Huh?? What's all this junk?" You heard her speak as she lifted the heavy weight from your chest. Dozens of pages, loaded with disclaimers, detailed instructions, and even warnings were all cast aside by the ravenous redhead as she hungrily dug for her dearest nephew, or as she'd been instructed by Isabella to call you, her toy.
Taking the extra second to toss the annoying papers in the garbage, Norah returned to reuniting the two of you. "What, they think I can't figure out this 'techy' stuff on my own? Ha, I'll show them! I'm not just a pretty face and I'm not some kind of airhead, now am I, Hunter?" Getting you back in her excited hands, you couldn't even confirm her dumb statement as you had been so thoroughly flattened in transit, and if not for that, then when she had so crudely stepped right on you moments ago.
"Oh, forget them! I'm just so happy to see you, sweetie!" You couldn't budge besides tensing up for impact as Norah's lips flew towards you with remarkable speed, closing the distance in a fraction of a second and smothering you in their wet and warm embrace. Norah launched her now familiar barrage of slurping and sucking, clearly not caring at all what the inch tall boy in her palm was going through so long as she could get a taste of you once again. As far as she was concerned though, you were kissing her back with even more passion than she was putting out. You were just that sweet of a guy.
With a final loud smack, Norah managed to pry herself from you, a dense red cloud of blush adorning her cheeks as she tried to compose her overly active self. Retrieving her smart phone so conveniently tucked into her gray sports bra, Norah laid you on the table as she turned her attention to the screen before her. "Eh-hem. Now lets see here...it says just scan to register..." Popping a quizzical eyebrow, Norah peered down at you, your flattened form just laying there obediently before her, cast in the shadow of her monstrous tits hanging above. "Well geez! I don't see anything to scan! Do you Hunter?"
Too eager to wait for a response, Norah began pushing you over with her finger, causing you to face-plant on her table as you landed on your stomach. "Ah here we go! Norah Woods! That's me! And what a pretty font, heehee~!" You wished you could squeeze a tear as your first change became clear, they had branded you with some kind of tattoo of Norah's name right across your back. You couldn't stand the sheer humiliation as you could only mentally picture it, the name of your curvy ditz of an aunt now permanently part of your very being. Her tauntingly playful giggles above added the icing on the hellish cake.
"Oh, and right below it! There's a little square barcode!" You didn't even have the mental capacity left to realize she meant a QR code as she hovered her phone camera over your back, allowing her to give the app all the access it needed. You heard a sharp ding ring out from Norah's phone as it played a light welcome jingle to which Norah cooed out her fascinated approval.
"Goodness! You sure are fancy now, Hunter!" Norah sang out, not even laying her gaze on you as she was enraptured by the many shiny bells and whistles the app was flashing out at her. You felt your body beginning to regain a bit of it's shape when a loud "Hmmm..." rang through the air as Norah allowed herself to lean forward to continue her investigating of the app. As Norah hummed, she allowed her hefty breasts to lean forward, plopping down in a jiggly mass on her table as she paid no attention to what was below them.
You thought sports bras were supposed to conceal breasts but Norah seemed to just beat them out easily as her massive tits smothered you under their heavy weight. Obviously the first thing you felt was the powerful crushing and the awful texture but only a second later did you get a taste of salty residue. 'Oh god, I can...taste her somehow...what the fuck did this chip do to me?' you questioned while Norah peacefully hummed above, clueless she had even touched you. It became clear at this point Norah had just come back from a run, making it about noon. You groaned as this meant you had a full day ahead of you, part of you had hoped it would be late when Norah got her hands on you.
Norah's eyes were sparkling as they gazed across the many buttons on the app home page, truly a kid in a candy shop. "Let's try something...simple," Norah muttered before placing an index finger decisively upon her selection. "Woah!" Norah yelped shocked by the squirming under her breasts as your body took a mind of it's own. You felt totally bewitched as your limbs seemed to move on their own, even molding together until you had formed properly.
Norah was enthralled as she watched you squirm, her mouth hanging agape as she saw you finish. "No way! Hunter...that's really you?!" Norah shouted, picking you up instantly and rubbing you under her thumbs. "You're a perfect towel! You even have the little fluffy parts! This is incredible!" Somehow you could still see, despite your features being expertly hidden by the tech laden in your chip. Not that there was much to see, besides the totally enthralled and manic face of your redheaded owner.
You waited in long silence, with plenty of time to dread what your new life would be like once you got this experimental new chip lodged in you, until morning must have come as you were dumped onto a truck. A long ride through a sorting facility and that evening you had already ended up at the lab where you'd be treated. You felt yourself retrieved and dumped onto some metallic surface as you awaited to see what this whole process would entail.
Ripping your package open, you saw a young brunette woman in gloves politely wave at you before pinching you in her thumb and forefinger. She had squashed your head in the process as she dumped you onto a petri dish with walls just high enough you couldn't bolt. In your attempt to morph your head back into a three-dimensional shape, the lab tech merely giggled at your squirms before sticking you with some sharp object.
The last thing you managed to see was her same wave as she smiled at you blissfully unaware she was your last hope to stop this process. You blacked out, clearly injected with some harsh sedative, with which the woman covered and marked your dish. "Awww, he was kind of cute. It's too bad some other lucky woman gets him...at least she must make him happy enough to go through with something as huge of a commitment as this!" Her ironic mutterings about how pleased she was to be part of making the world a more accepting place for tinies, as well as how trustworthy the 'lucky woman' must be, totally lost on you.
You awoke in blackness, only hearing the murmurs of some engine roaring around you when you realized you had been knocked out through the whole process. And that could only mean one thing, you were already headed back to Norah. Sharp images of her iconic excited smile, not to mention her equally well-known sweaty rear, flashed in your mind running a harsh chill down your spine. You blew a long sigh, you had hoped you'd get at least one last shot at talking to someone before whatever this procedure was was done.
The following day you felt your package tumbling once more, you could almost even feel the sun through your package prison. Suddenly you were squeezed in some kind of grip as the mail-woman must have arrived at your destination. "Damn, almost fits..." You managed to decipher before you were squeezed from both sides as she tried to smoosh you through the mail slot. You now felt flat as a pancake as your envelope slid through with a light thud against Norah's interior doormat, a fashion magazine and a few other slices of paperwork landing atop you.
'Oh geez, I guess it's the middle of the day, she must be out...' You thought to yourself. Honestly if you knew the time you could probably take a good guess exactly where she was, becoming so intimately familiar with the ins and outs of her rigorous exercise routine as well as exactly when and what she needed to assist her with it. Your interpretation about her whereabouts actually turned out to be correct, as you heard the squeak of her front door opening from behind you. You braced to be picked up only to feel the force of a thousand tons splat on you.
Peering under her foot, Norah sheepishly realized her error and muttered quietly to herself, "Oh, oops. Mail's here...". Finally you felt her actually pick you up, lazily checking each item before her eyes grazed across your package, a twinkle forming as she recognized the red text marking 'Live Tiny'. Taking a seat at her dining table, Norah eagerly ripped open your cardboard housing, not even waiting to see you to start exclaiming, "Oh Hunter! You're back already! God, I've missed you!"
Ripping away the top of her package, Norah took on a puzzled expression as instead of seeing her favoritest tiny in the universe she instead was met with a thick packet of papers and pamphlets. "Huh?? What's all this junk?" You heard her speak as she lifted the heavy weight from your chest. Dozens of pages, loaded with disclaimers, detailed instructions, and even warnings were all cast aside by the ravenous redhead as she hungrily dug for her dearest nephew, or as she'd been instructed by Isabella to call you, her toy.
Taking the extra second to toss the annoying papers in the garbage, Norah returned to reuniting the two of you. "What, they think I can't figure out this 'techy' stuff on my own? Ha, I'll show them! I'm not just a pretty face and I'm not some kind of airhead, now am I, Hunter?" Getting you back in her excited hands, you couldn't even confirm her dumb statement as you had been so thoroughly flattened in transit, and if not for that, then when she had so crudely stepped right on you moments ago.
"Oh, forget them! I'm just so happy to see you, sweetie!" You couldn't budge besides tensing up for impact as Norah's lips flew towards you with remarkable speed, closing the distance in a fraction of a second and smothering you in their wet and warm embrace. Norah launched her now familiar barrage of slurping and sucking, clearly not caring at all what the inch tall boy in her palm was going through so long as she could get a taste of you once again. As far as she was concerned though, you were kissing her back with even more passion than she was putting out. You were just that sweet of a guy.
With a final loud smack, Norah managed to pry herself from you, a dense red cloud of blush adorning her cheeks as she tried to compose her overly active self. Retrieving her smart phone so conveniently tucked into her gray sports bra, Norah laid you on the table as she turned her attention to the screen before her. "Eh-hem. Now lets see here...it says just scan to register..." Popping a quizzical eyebrow, Norah peered down at you, your flattened form just laying there obediently before her, cast in the shadow of her monstrous tits hanging above. "Well geez! I don't see anything to scan! Do you Hunter?"
Too eager to wait for a response, Norah began pushing you over with her finger, causing you to face-plant on her table as you landed on your stomach. "Ah here we go! Norah Woods! That's me! And what a pretty font, heehee~!" You wished you could squeeze a tear as your first change became clear, they had branded you with some kind of tattoo of Norah's name right across your back. You couldn't stand the sheer humiliation as you could only mentally picture it, the name of your curvy ditz of an aunt now permanently part of your very being. Her tauntingly playful giggles above added the icing on the hellish cake.
"Oh, and right below it! There's a little square barcode!" You didn't even have the mental capacity left to realize she meant a QR code as she hovered her phone camera over your back, allowing her to give the app all the access it needed. You heard a sharp ding ring out from Norah's phone as it played a light welcome jingle to which Norah cooed out her fascinated approval.
"Goodness! You sure are fancy now, Hunter!" Norah sang out, not even laying her gaze on you as she was enraptured by the many shiny bells and whistles the app was flashing out at her. You felt your body beginning to regain a bit of it's shape when a loud "Hmmm..." rang through the air as Norah allowed herself to lean forward to continue her investigating of the app. As Norah hummed, she allowed her hefty breasts to lean forward, plopping down in a jiggly mass on her table as she paid no attention to what was below them.
You thought sports bras were supposed to conceal breasts but Norah seemed to just beat them out easily as her massive tits smothered you under their heavy weight. Obviously the first thing you felt was the powerful crushing and the awful texture but only a second later did you get a taste of salty residue. 'Oh god, I can...taste her somehow...what the fuck did this chip do to me?' you questioned while Norah peacefully hummed above, clueless she had even touched you. It became clear at this point Norah had just come back from a run, making it about noon. You groaned as this meant you had a full day ahead of you, part of you had hoped it would be late when Norah got her hands on you.
Norah's eyes were sparkling as they gazed across the many buttons on the app home page, truly a kid in a candy shop. "Let's try something...simple," Norah muttered before placing an index finger decisively upon her selection. "Woah!" Norah yelped shocked by the squirming under her breasts as your body took a mind of it's own. You felt totally bewitched as your limbs seemed to move on their own, even molding together until you had formed properly.
Norah was enthralled as she watched you squirm, her mouth hanging agape as she saw you finish. "No way! Hunter...that's really you?!" Norah shouted, picking you up instantly and rubbing you under her thumbs. "You're a perfect towel! You even have the little fluffy parts! This is incredible!" Somehow you could still see, despite your features being expertly hidden by the tech laden in your chip. Not that there was much to see, besides the totally enthralled and manic face of your redheaded owner.
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