Property of Helen Woods
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 12
by
Bobob1
(Originally written by Alistair)
As Isabella slid the documents towards you with her well manicured hand, she grinned at you, chewing on the gum in her mouth. She blew a bubble at you teasingly and you swear you could see the faint outline of a face before it burst and she drew it back into her mouth. Her full, plump lips closing and blocking the poor unfortunate man she was tormenting from your view.
“Don’t worry though Hunter, if any of these ones don’t suit you I’m sure I’d be able to find another girl who would suit your needs here,” she said this with a smile to Norah, who smiled back. What you noticed that Norah didn’t was the amused smirk as she looked back to you and continued. “I’ve got some good friends who love tiny guys like yourself and would treat you exactly how you deserve.”
With her thinly veiled threat in mind, you looked over the three documents that Isabella had laid out in front of you and none of them looked very appealing.
Aunt Norah was a bad choice, her forgetfulness and seeming eagerness to use you now that you had the general usage license made you reluctant to sign a license that gives her sole rights to use you. She would be very likely to mould you into something and then forget about it, and you really didn’t want to spend weeks at a time as her insole or underwear. That’s not even including the potential for using this newfound power over you to send you out on tiny guy jobs she’s struggling to fill at her job. The fact that this was also a permanent license, that could only be cancelled if both you and Norah agreed to it, was very off putting.
The second one you looked at was also a permanent license, not a good start. However, the name was not one you recognised, Becky Wallace. Maybe she was related to Quinn, her last name was Wallace. Maybe this Becky person would be as caring as Quinn seemed to be under her harsh exterior. But that wasn’t something you wanted to risk. You couldn’t sign your life away to a woman you didn’t even know.
That left the last license. Looking at it, it was only a year, which was better than the other two, although it couldn’t be cancelled even if both parties consented. Speaking of the other party, you began to question how Isabella had managed to make the license with the shortest time so unappealing when you read the name of your mother, Helen Woods. Helen, to put it lightly, would not be pleased to find out you had signed one of these contracts. You couldn’t be sure how she’d react exactly, but you could guess some form of punishment would be involved. She may decide to “give you exactly what you asked for” for the years duration of your license to teach you a lesson.
In the end you found it very difficult to choose anyone but your mother, her license was only a year and you were sure you’d be able to get Helen to see the truth of your situation eventually. You hoped.
Isabella raised an eyebrow in surprise when she saw you signing your mother’s license. She had expected you to refuse to sign any of them, you knew that much. She probably had contracts prepared for herself and her friend from the beach stashed somewhere that she’d probably have forced you to sign if you had refused. You were glad to have robbed her of that at least. Although you still felt, and could tell from how she was smirking at you she felt that, she had won.
Norah beamed behind you, “Aw Hunter, that’s so sweet of you to want to help out your mom like that.”
You turned to correct her and hopefully explain the situation as it really was, but before you could Isabella stealthily knocked over her pencil holder, which squished you, leaving you unable to talk.
“Sorry about that Hunter,” she smirked. “Anyway while you’re reforming I’ll explain how this works. Your usage license with your mother will last a year after which it will expire. Your mother will be notified a month before this happens and will have the option to come in and have me extend it. If she chooses not to your general usage license will kick back in and you’ll be available for other women to use to their heart’s content. So I’ll get this registered and send word to your mother via email.”
After laminating a card for both you and your mother, Isabella started helping Norah with her paperwork, a temporary usage license for one of the tiny guys she recruited for a job. You couldn’t get a word in over them talking about it to explain to Norah what was really going on and before long she was carrying you out of Isabella’s office, Isabella waving goodbye to you with a sadistic smile on her face.
Norah wrapped you around her wrist again and jogged back to your apartment.
Once there you could see two figures looking out the window. You could see Morgan, obviously the first home from work. The second one made your blood go cold, it was your mother, Helen Woods, and she looked angry, very angry.
Morgan looked incredibly nervous as your Aunt approached the apartment with you in her hand, having taken you off her wrist and given you some time to start reforming in her hand. You hadn’t fully reformed as Norah approached the front door and dropped you into Helen’s waiting hand alongside your laminated usage license cards. As Norah said her goodbyes, Helen replied with a goodbye without her eyes leaving your slowly reforming form. She looked deep in thought, her scowl changing to an expression that made it impossible for you to tell what she was thinking.
Helen followed Morgan back into the living room before speaking up,
“Morgan dear, could you give me and my son a moment alone? I need to discuss this with him in private.”
“Yeah sure, no problem Mrs Woods,” she gave you one last concerned glance before leaving the room. Leaving you, just finished reforming on your mother’s palm as she stared down at you in judgement.
“Hunter... would you care to explain to me how you could be so stupid to get yourself into this situation?” You felt like you would crumble under her angry gaze as she spoke to you. You had never seen her this angry before.
“W-well, It all started at my new job...” you started to explain.
“ I mean I thought I raised you better than this Hunter!” She shouted, interrupting you. “What, was life in the real world too difficult for you? You want to take the easy way out be becoming a thing instead of a person, is that it?”
“No that’s not...” you tried to defend yourself, explain what actually happened before you were interrupted again.
“I think I know what we’ll do here, I think I’ll give you exactly what you want. Show you what it’s really like to be someone’s property. After a year of being given exactly what you’ve asked for here maybe you’ll see what a mistake you’ve made here!” Her voice had calmed, changing from high volume shouting into that of a disappointed parent. As she finished speaking her hand closed around you, compacting you into a little ball before you could explain yourself.
“I know you’d come up with some sort of half-assed excuse so I don’t even want to hear it,” Helen said coldly.
Without another word to you she flattened you out while she took off her right shoe and dropped you in. You were facing upwards and were able to see her enormous socked foot, slightly damp with sweat descending and eventually blocking out the light as it entered the shoe and started to compact you even more as it took up all available space within the shoe. You were mostly underneath the heel of her foot, since she had just dropped you in , and you braced yourself as best you could in your flattened form.
You heard the muffled sound of your mother informing Morgan that she was going to take you home to decide what to do with you and then she took her first step towards the door.
Her first step, and the next few steps afterwards, compacted you further underneath her damp, musty sock. You were steadily spread out under her foot until you started to take a shape similar to her insole. The pressure on your body being exerted by every footfall, along with the constant movement, disorientated you and made you feel slightly nauseous.
Once your mother had left the apartment, she began walking towards her car. She seemed to be purposefully putting extra pressure on you now that she was outside, letting out some of her anger at, as she viewed it, your stupidity. She got in the car and started to drive off home. The car journey wasn’t as bad as her walking, but the increased heat in the car caused Helen to sweat a fair bit. This increased the humidity in her shoe and made the sock resting on top of you grow damper and some of that sweat began to soak through it and drip onto you. Your body greedily absorbed all the sweat that dripped onto you, and even started to leach the sweat from the sock resting on top of you. Helen noted that her right foot felt slightly drier than her left, and smiled faintly.
“Maybe this next year won’t be so bad for me after all. Although Hunter is going to hate it,” she chuckled to herself.
After an excruciating car journey you finally felt your mother take a step out of the car, crushing you under her foot once again. After around 10 minutes of her walking to, and then around the house gathering various things to deal with you, you finally saw light as the foot that had been grinding you down into it’s smelly embrace for the last forty minutes was slid out of the shoe, revealing Helen’s slightly frowning face, framed by her long, sandy brown hair.
“So, how did it feel to be my insole? Enjoying yourself yet?” The sarcasm in her voice told you she did not expect an answer. “So I think I might as well turn you into something now. You signed up to be my property for a year so I might as well get the use out of you.”
As her hand came down, peeled you off her insole and pulled you out of her shoe you were greeted with the sight of the kitchen table. Arrayed on top of it were various tools to turn you into something she could use.
What was she going to turn you into?
As Isabella slid the documents towards you with her well manicured hand, she grinned at you, chewing on the gum in her mouth. She blew a bubble at you teasingly and you swear you could see the faint outline of a face before it burst and she drew it back into her mouth. Her full, plump lips closing and blocking the poor unfortunate man she was tormenting from your view.
“Don’t worry though Hunter, if any of these ones don’t suit you I’m sure I’d be able to find another girl who would suit your needs here,” she said this with a smile to Norah, who smiled back. What you noticed that Norah didn’t was the amused smirk as she looked back to you and continued. “I’ve got some good friends who love tiny guys like yourself and would treat you exactly how you deserve.”
With her thinly veiled threat in mind, you looked over the three documents that Isabella had laid out in front of you and none of them looked very appealing.
Aunt Norah was a bad choice, her forgetfulness and seeming eagerness to use you now that you had the general usage license made you reluctant to sign a license that gives her sole rights to use you. She would be very likely to mould you into something and then forget about it, and you really didn’t want to spend weeks at a time as her insole or underwear. That’s not even including the potential for using this newfound power over you to send you out on tiny guy jobs she’s struggling to fill at her job. The fact that this was also a permanent license, that could only be cancelled if both you and Norah agreed to it, was very off putting.
The second one you looked at was also a permanent license, not a good start. However, the name was not one you recognised, Becky Wallace. Maybe she was related to Quinn, her last name was Wallace. Maybe this Becky person would be as caring as Quinn seemed to be under her harsh exterior. But that wasn’t something you wanted to risk. You couldn’t sign your life away to a woman you didn’t even know.
That left the last license. Looking at it, it was only a year, which was better than the other two, although it couldn’t be cancelled even if both parties consented. Speaking of the other party, you began to question how Isabella had managed to make the license with the shortest time so unappealing when you read the name of your mother, Helen Woods. Helen, to put it lightly, would not be pleased to find out you had signed one of these contracts. You couldn’t be sure how she’d react exactly, but you could guess some form of punishment would be involved. She may decide to “give you exactly what you asked for” for the years duration of your license to teach you a lesson.
In the end you found it very difficult to choose anyone but your mother, her license was only a year and you were sure you’d be able to get Helen to see the truth of your situation eventually. You hoped.
Isabella raised an eyebrow in surprise when she saw you signing your mother’s license. She had expected you to refuse to sign any of them, you knew that much. She probably had contracts prepared for herself and her friend from the beach stashed somewhere that she’d probably have forced you to sign if you had refused. You were glad to have robbed her of that at least. Although you still felt, and could tell from how she was smirking at you she felt that, she had won.
Norah beamed behind you, “Aw Hunter, that’s so sweet of you to want to help out your mom like that.”
You turned to correct her and hopefully explain the situation as it really was, but before you could Isabella stealthily knocked over her pencil holder, which squished you, leaving you unable to talk.
“Sorry about that Hunter,” she smirked. “Anyway while you’re reforming I’ll explain how this works. Your usage license with your mother will last a year after which it will expire. Your mother will be notified a month before this happens and will have the option to come in and have me extend it. If she chooses not to your general usage license will kick back in and you’ll be available for other women to use to their heart’s content. So I’ll get this registered and send word to your mother via email.”
After laminating a card for both you and your mother, Isabella started helping Norah with her paperwork, a temporary usage license for one of the tiny guys she recruited for a job. You couldn’t get a word in over them talking about it to explain to Norah what was really going on and before long she was carrying you out of Isabella’s office, Isabella waving goodbye to you with a sadistic smile on her face.
Norah wrapped you around her wrist again and jogged back to your apartment.
Once there you could see two figures looking out the window. You could see Morgan, obviously the first home from work. The second one made your blood go cold, it was your mother, Helen Woods, and she looked angry, very angry.
Morgan looked incredibly nervous as your Aunt approached the apartment with you in her hand, having taken you off her wrist and given you some time to start reforming in her hand. You hadn’t fully reformed as Norah approached the front door and dropped you into Helen’s waiting hand alongside your laminated usage license cards. As Norah said her goodbyes, Helen replied with a goodbye without her eyes leaving your slowly reforming form. She looked deep in thought, her scowl changing to an expression that made it impossible for you to tell what she was thinking.
Helen followed Morgan back into the living room before speaking up,
“Morgan dear, could you give me and my son a moment alone? I need to discuss this with him in private.”
“Yeah sure, no problem Mrs Woods,” she gave you one last concerned glance before leaving the room. Leaving you, just finished reforming on your mother’s palm as she stared down at you in judgement.
“Hunter... would you care to explain to me how you could be so stupid to get yourself into this situation?” You felt like you would crumble under her angry gaze as she spoke to you. You had never seen her this angry before.
“W-well, It all started at my new job...” you started to explain.
“ I mean I thought I raised you better than this Hunter!” She shouted, interrupting you. “What, was life in the real world too difficult for you? You want to take the easy way out be becoming a thing instead of a person, is that it?”
“No that’s not...” you tried to defend yourself, explain what actually happened before you were interrupted again.
“I think I know what we’ll do here, I think I’ll give you exactly what you want. Show you what it’s really like to be someone’s property. After a year of being given exactly what you’ve asked for here maybe you’ll see what a mistake you’ve made here!” Her voice had calmed, changing from high volume shouting into that of a disappointed parent. As she finished speaking her hand closed around you, compacting you into a little ball before you could explain yourself.
“I know you’d come up with some sort of half-assed excuse so I don’t even want to hear it,” Helen said coldly.
Without another word to you she flattened you out while she took off her right shoe and dropped you in. You were facing upwards and were able to see her enormous socked foot, slightly damp with sweat descending and eventually blocking out the light as it entered the shoe and started to compact you even more as it took up all available space within the shoe. You were mostly underneath the heel of her foot, since she had just dropped you in , and you braced yourself as best you could in your flattened form.
You heard the muffled sound of your mother informing Morgan that she was going to take you home to decide what to do with you and then she took her first step towards the door.
Her first step, and the next few steps afterwards, compacted you further underneath her damp, musty sock. You were steadily spread out under her foot until you started to take a shape similar to her insole. The pressure on your body being exerted by every footfall, along with the constant movement, disorientated you and made you feel slightly nauseous.
Once your mother had left the apartment, she began walking towards her car. She seemed to be purposefully putting extra pressure on you now that she was outside, letting out some of her anger at, as she viewed it, your stupidity. She got in the car and started to drive off home. The car journey wasn’t as bad as her walking, but the increased heat in the car caused Helen to sweat a fair bit. This increased the humidity in her shoe and made the sock resting on top of you grow damper and some of that sweat began to soak through it and drip onto you. Your body greedily absorbed all the sweat that dripped onto you, and even started to leach the sweat from the sock resting on top of you. Helen noted that her right foot felt slightly drier than her left, and smiled faintly.
“Maybe this next year won’t be so bad for me after all. Although Hunter is going to hate it,” she chuckled to herself.
After an excruciating car journey you finally felt your mother take a step out of the car, crushing you under her foot once again. After around 10 minutes of her walking to, and then around the house gathering various things to deal with you, you finally saw light as the foot that had been grinding you down into it’s smelly embrace for the last forty minutes was slid out of the shoe, revealing Helen’s slightly frowning face, framed by her long, sandy brown hair.
“So, how did it feel to be my insole? Enjoying yourself yet?” The sarcasm in her voice told you she did not expect an answer. “So I think I might as well turn you into something now. You signed up to be my property for a year so I might as well get the use out of you.”
As her hand came down, peeled you off her insole and pulled you out of her shoe you were greeted with the sight of the kitchen table. Arrayed on top of it were various tools to turn you into something she could use.
What was she going to turn you into?
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April 23, 2025
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