Your Situation Gets Worse
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 14
by
Bobob1
(Originally written by Alistair)
The car journey was unpleasant, to say the least. You spent the whole half hour of the journey smeared over the car seat underneath your cruel new owner. Her massive bubble butt covered every square inch of the seat, and subsequently you, and the rough fibres of her jeans ground against you every time she shifted to get comfortable, or went over a bump in the road, or even when she pressed down particularly hard on a peddle. Any time her glutes tensed, you were pressed hard into the fabric of her seat, which would normally have been a soft cushion that would have made the journey a bit more bearable, but it had been worn down over years of use by Becky and any cushion it had left was compressed down under the weight of the immensely curvy woman on top of it, so it offered you no respite from the crushing weight on top of you.
After what felt like hours of crushing, you felt the car come to a stop. The crushing weight of Becky’s rear was removed as she stood up and, without even sparing you a glance, began to peel you off the seat. She hadn’t been sat on you long, but her monumental behind had done a lot of damage to your flattened form. It took her several good tugs to free you. After which she finally looked down at you, her plump, full lips curled in a look of mild irritation that made you slightly scared, this was the first time her smile had broken since you had first seen her. The look barely lasted a second before she looked ahead and her beaming smile returned. You tried to turn your attention to what she was looking at, but before you could she stuffed you back into the cramped confines of her cleavage. You were once again immersed in her slightly sweaty cleavage. As she began to walk towards wherever it was she was going, her breasts, seemingly unrestricted by her bra, began to bounce and jiggle, pummelling your flattened form and making you feel almost like you were seasick. You were buried deep down in her cleavage that no part of you was visible to the outside world.
After a short walk the jiggling masses seemed to slow their intensity as she appeared to stop moving. You heard her greet someone before a female voice answered her, familiar but you couldn’t place where you knew it from. You were suddenly compressed as the breasts surrounding you met another, smaller than hers but still immense to you, pair of breasts as the two women hugged each other.
You heard a door close as Becky followed the mystery woman into what you assume was her home.
After a few more moments of walking you felt a sense of weightlessness as your captor dropped down onto a couch, before the breasts surrounding you slapped together as she landed, smashing you even flatter.
“Did you get him,” you heard the mystery woman ask. Who was this woman, and why was she so interested in you?
“Yes, I retrieved my property. Quinnie was very reluctant to give it over but I managed to convince her and her little friends by giving a story about me keeping it close and using it being the best way to bring that ‘evil notary’ to justice,” she said with a laugh. You didn’t like how she was referring to you as an ‘it’, you realise she still hadn’t referred to you as a person.
As the two women laughed you heard the muffled sounds of a third person entering the room.
“Ah you’re here,” the third woman spoke up as she saw Becky. “Can we see him? I’d love to rub this in.”
As she said that you felt the fingers of your captor wrap around your flattened form before fishing you out of her cleavage. You were unceremoniously dumped onto the coffee table of the living room that you could now see you were in, and sitting on the couch with Becky, grinning evilly down at you, were the last two people you wanted to see, Isabella and Rachel, the two women who had put you in this situation in the first place!
“Surprised? I’d be surprised if you weren’t,” Rachel smiled down at you with a look of smug satisfaction.
“Let us clue you in,” Isabella had a similar expression to Rachel, but hers was also partially an expression that showed happiness at a job well done. “You see, after you disrespected Rachel like you did at the beach we were both pissed. So for our little payback to go off without any blowback on us I had to do my diligence. I saw that with just giving you the general usage license you wouldn’t get the full punishment you deserved, since your roommates seem so sympathetic to you little bugs, they don’t see things the way we do.”
As she said the last part she smiled at the two women beside her.
“So I looked into who was connected to you in one way or the other to come up with some cruel ways to punish you with the people you know. Your mom and aunt were the front runners until we had a chance reunion with Becky at a local burger joint, Sinclair Sandwiches. We both owe Becky here quite a lot, she gave us jobs in her warehouse that helped put us both through college. So when she said that she was missing her little girl, who hadn’t even told her where she lived yet, we thought we’d have been cruel not to help her out,” Isabella looked to Becky with a friendly smile, which Becky returned. “So I added her as a third choice for you, knowing you’d jump at any choice that wasn’t your ditsy, tiny recruiter aunt or your disciplinarian mother. That way Becky gets more time with her daughter and you get to spend your life as property.”
“And you fell right into our trap,” Rachel beamed. “We know your friends are probably thinking of a strategy to get this license revoked but I think you’ll find that Isabella covers her tracks well, little Tony here has been serving as my thong for around a year now and no one has come looking for him yet.” She emphasised this point by tugging the waistband of her underwear out from her hip from under her jeans and letting it snap back into place.
“We’ve been doing this for years, even before Baker’s law came into place we could make tiny guys disappear but thanks to that beautiful airhead Amy Baker we now have the law on our side when we do it,” Isabella laughed. “Hell, the amount of tiny guys Becky here made disappear through her shipping company as well, I lost count!”
As she said this Becky finally spoke up.
“Yes I made quite a few of my Quinnie’s little bug friends disappear by shipping them to my customers. It was all quite simple really, if a woman wanted a piece of clothing I’d sometimes just take one of them, mould them into the clothing in question, dye them and spray them with something that stops them turning back to their original shape. Then they’d go all the way across the country, far away from my sweet little girl. It was a win-win for me really, I keep those tiny little creatures away from my daughter and also save on buying in products on occasion to boot. Actually when I heard your name I looked through my records and I’m sure that your mother and sister received a few of them,” Becky’s warm smile contrasted so harshly from the words leaving her mouth it made your head spin. You couldn’t believe your ears, this cruel woman had sentenced countless tiny guys to serve as clothing to unaware women, and apparently some of them were even in your mom’s house without anyone’s knowledge!
By this point in the conversation you had managed to reform yourself. You shakily stood to your feet and looked up at your three giantess tormentors.
“Why are you telling me this? And for that matter why are you doing this to me, all I did was inconvenience you slightly at the beach!” As you shouted up at them Isabella and Rachel’s smirks grew larger, however Becky’s smile faded to a cold look. Before you could utter another word Becky’s hand slapped down on you, flattening you again.
“As my property you would do well to remember to not speak unless asked to do so. We don’t want your opinion on anything in the same way I wouldn’t ask my bra it’s opinion on our current situation,” this was the first time you had seen Becky’s warm, motherly personality shift to match the words coming from her mouth and it terrified you. She continued. “Anyway as to why they are telling you this, it’s to torture you with the information. Personally if it wasn’t for these two I probably wouldn’t have said another word to you. Since all you are is my property, an object for me to use as I see fit, after all. You’re no more a person than this couch cushion, and now the law finally sees you the way you should be seen. And if you speak a word of this to my Quinnie, I’ll have you shipped to Europe as a thong before anyone can figure out what happened to you!”
After that they stopped acknowledging you and began to talk strategy on how to prevent your roommates from exposing Isabella and undoing all her work. Becky would continue to feign that she was helping with the investigation, while feeding information to Isabella so she could counter them. Meanwhile you were sinking deeper into despair, was this your life now? To be used as nothing more than an object by this cruel person?
After a long series of discussions surrounding covering Isabella’s illegal activities Becky scooped your flattened form up off of the table before depositing you back into her cleavage, returning you to the crushing, slightly sweaty prison between her breasts.
After a long drive home she took you out and without a word and, after removing her shirt and bra, freeing her monumental breasts, began stretching you out smearing your top half and bottom half while stretching out your limbs. She then wrapped you around her torso, the two “disks” she had shaped your body into serving as the cups of the bra she had turned you into. With that she slipped a nightshirt over you and went to bed. This was going to be a long week.
By the time the next weekend rolls around, what has happened?
1) Isabella has made it difficult for the girls to figure out how to free you.
2) The girls have made some progress but not a lot.
3) Isabella is struggling to keep the girls at bay, freedom may be within sight.
The car journey was unpleasant, to say the least. You spent the whole half hour of the journey smeared over the car seat underneath your cruel new owner. Her massive bubble butt covered every square inch of the seat, and subsequently you, and the rough fibres of her jeans ground against you every time she shifted to get comfortable, or went over a bump in the road, or even when she pressed down particularly hard on a peddle. Any time her glutes tensed, you were pressed hard into the fabric of her seat, which would normally have been a soft cushion that would have made the journey a bit more bearable, but it had been worn down over years of use by Becky and any cushion it had left was compressed down under the weight of the immensely curvy woman on top of it, so it offered you no respite from the crushing weight on top of you.
After what felt like hours of crushing, you felt the car come to a stop. The crushing weight of Becky’s rear was removed as she stood up and, without even sparing you a glance, began to peel you off the seat. She hadn’t been sat on you long, but her monumental behind had done a lot of damage to your flattened form. It took her several good tugs to free you. After which she finally looked down at you, her plump, full lips curled in a look of mild irritation that made you slightly scared, this was the first time her smile had broken since you had first seen her. The look barely lasted a second before she looked ahead and her beaming smile returned. You tried to turn your attention to what she was looking at, but before you could she stuffed you back into the cramped confines of her cleavage. You were once again immersed in her slightly sweaty cleavage. As she began to walk towards wherever it was she was going, her breasts, seemingly unrestricted by her bra, began to bounce and jiggle, pummelling your flattened form and making you feel almost like you were seasick. You were buried deep down in her cleavage that no part of you was visible to the outside world.
After a short walk the jiggling masses seemed to slow their intensity as she appeared to stop moving. You heard her greet someone before a female voice answered her, familiar but you couldn’t place where you knew it from. You were suddenly compressed as the breasts surrounding you met another, smaller than hers but still immense to you, pair of breasts as the two women hugged each other.
You heard a door close as Becky followed the mystery woman into what you assume was her home.
After a few more moments of walking you felt a sense of weightlessness as your captor dropped down onto a couch, before the breasts surrounding you slapped together as she landed, smashing you even flatter.
“Did you get him,” you heard the mystery woman ask. Who was this woman, and why was she so interested in you?
“Yes, I retrieved my property. Quinnie was very reluctant to give it over but I managed to convince her and her little friends by giving a story about me keeping it close and using it being the best way to bring that ‘evil notary’ to justice,” she said with a laugh. You didn’t like how she was referring to you as an ‘it’, you realise she still hadn’t referred to you as a person.
As the two women laughed you heard the muffled sounds of a third person entering the room.
“Ah you’re here,” the third woman spoke up as she saw Becky. “Can we see him? I’d love to rub this in.”
As she said that you felt the fingers of your captor wrap around your flattened form before fishing you out of her cleavage. You were unceremoniously dumped onto the coffee table of the living room that you could now see you were in, and sitting on the couch with Becky, grinning evilly down at you, were the last two people you wanted to see, Isabella and Rachel, the two women who had put you in this situation in the first place!
“Surprised? I’d be surprised if you weren’t,” Rachel smiled down at you with a look of smug satisfaction.
“Let us clue you in,” Isabella had a similar expression to Rachel, but hers was also partially an expression that showed happiness at a job well done. “You see, after you disrespected Rachel like you did at the beach we were both pissed. So for our little payback to go off without any blowback on us I had to do my diligence. I saw that with just giving you the general usage license you wouldn’t get the full punishment you deserved, since your roommates seem so sympathetic to you little bugs, they don’t see things the way we do.”
As she said the last part she smiled at the two women beside her.
“So I looked into who was connected to you in one way or the other to come up with some cruel ways to punish you with the people you know. Your mom and aunt were the front runners until we had a chance reunion with Becky at a local burger joint, Sinclair Sandwiches. We both owe Becky here quite a lot, she gave us jobs in her warehouse that helped put us both through college. So when she said that she was missing her little girl, who hadn’t even told her where she lived yet, we thought we’d have been cruel not to help her out,” Isabella looked to Becky with a friendly smile, which Becky returned. “So I added her as a third choice for you, knowing you’d jump at any choice that wasn’t your ditsy, tiny recruiter aunt or your disciplinarian mother. That way Becky gets more time with her daughter and you get to spend your life as property.”
“And you fell right into our trap,” Rachel beamed. “We know your friends are probably thinking of a strategy to get this license revoked but I think you’ll find that Isabella covers her tracks well, little Tony here has been serving as my thong for around a year now and no one has come looking for him yet.” She emphasised this point by tugging the waistband of her underwear out from her hip from under her jeans and letting it snap back into place.
“We’ve been doing this for years, even before Baker’s law came into place we could make tiny guys disappear but thanks to that beautiful airhead Amy Baker we now have the law on our side when we do it,” Isabella laughed. “Hell, the amount of tiny guys Becky here made disappear through her shipping company as well, I lost count!”
As she said this Becky finally spoke up.
“Yes I made quite a few of my Quinnie’s little bug friends disappear by shipping them to my customers. It was all quite simple really, if a woman wanted a piece of clothing I’d sometimes just take one of them, mould them into the clothing in question, dye them and spray them with something that stops them turning back to their original shape. Then they’d go all the way across the country, far away from my sweet little girl. It was a win-win for me really, I keep those tiny little creatures away from my daughter and also save on buying in products on occasion to boot. Actually when I heard your name I looked through my records and I’m sure that your mother and sister received a few of them,” Becky’s warm smile contrasted so harshly from the words leaving her mouth it made your head spin. You couldn’t believe your ears, this cruel woman had sentenced countless tiny guys to serve as clothing to unaware women, and apparently some of them were even in your mom’s house without anyone’s knowledge!
By this point in the conversation you had managed to reform yourself. You shakily stood to your feet and looked up at your three giantess tormentors.
“Why are you telling me this? And for that matter why are you doing this to me, all I did was inconvenience you slightly at the beach!” As you shouted up at them Isabella and Rachel’s smirks grew larger, however Becky’s smile faded to a cold look. Before you could utter another word Becky’s hand slapped down on you, flattening you again.
“As my property you would do well to remember to not speak unless asked to do so. We don’t want your opinion on anything in the same way I wouldn’t ask my bra it’s opinion on our current situation,” this was the first time you had seen Becky’s warm, motherly personality shift to match the words coming from her mouth and it terrified you. She continued. “Anyway as to why they are telling you this, it’s to torture you with the information. Personally if it wasn’t for these two I probably wouldn’t have said another word to you. Since all you are is my property, an object for me to use as I see fit, after all. You’re no more a person than this couch cushion, and now the law finally sees you the way you should be seen. And if you speak a word of this to my Quinnie, I’ll have you shipped to Europe as a thong before anyone can figure out what happened to you!”
After that they stopped acknowledging you and began to talk strategy on how to prevent your roommates from exposing Isabella and undoing all her work. Becky would continue to feign that she was helping with the investigation, while feeding information to Isabella so she could counter them. Meanwhile you were sinking deeper into despair, was this your life now? To be used as nothing more than an object by this cruel person?
After a long series of discussions surrounding covering Isabella’s illegal activities Becky scooped your flattened form up off of the table before depositing you back into her cleavage, returning you to the crushing, slightly sweaty prison between her breasts.
After a long drive home she took you out and without a word and, after removing her shirt and bra, freeing her monumental breasts, began stretching you out smearing your top half and bottom half while stretching out your limbs. She then wrapped you around her torso, the two “disks” she had shaped your body into serving as the cups of the bra she had turned you into. With that she slipped a nightshirt over you and went to bed. This was going to be a long week.
By the time the next weekend rolls around, what has happened?
1) Isabella has made it difficult for the girls to figure out how to free you.
2) The girls have made some progress but not a lot.
3) Isabella is struggling to keep the girls at bay, freedom may be within sight.
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April 23, 2025
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