As Michelle sits peacefully, you continue to mentally curse yourself. Not only had you walked right up to the woman who had intentionally shrunk you, but you had willingly stepped onto her palm! You may as well have signed up for her to torture you! The small areas of your brain that weren't occupied by self degradation were filed with thoughts of Michelle's soft flesh. Just as her flesh was filling any and all open space around your small, compacted body.
Michelle was peaceful and relaxed as she read through her book, but that doesn't mean she was still. You could feel every movement she made as it created small ripples down her ass. Every few minutes, she would clench her cheeks, tightening up the firm muscles behind her soft supple skin. You didn't know if she was doing this consciously or not, but noticed it all the same. When she crossed her legs, it added more weight onto your body, or gave you a small reprieve depending upon which leg was on top.
You could hear muffled sounds from the commons that reached your ears through the layer of skin that kept you trapped and flattened. Groups of friends walking and talking amongst themselves. A group of girls, maybe the ones with the frisbee you saw earlier, giggling amongst themselves as they walked close and then further away from Michelle. As the clock moved past the hour, you heard the bells from the large tower not far from the commons. You tried to focus on these sounds to take your mind away from your mistakes and from the pain you were in, but it didn't help much.
As the minutes turned into an hour, you could tell Michelle was getting more and more uncomfortable as her movements picked up in frequency. She added a small shifting of her hips every so often in an apparent attempt to find a better spot on the hard ground she was sitting on. Finally, you heard a muffled sigh and Michelle's voice broke the relative silence as she addressed you for the first time since sitting on you.
"There, finally done." she said triumphantly. "I'm sure you're happy that your time as a cushion is done. At least for now." she laughed, shifting her weight and plucking your flattened form from the hard turf.
She smiled at seeing your beaten body shift as you tried to realign your extremities and seeing your chest move up and down rapidly to fill up your flattened lungs with air. She didn't give you much of a break though, as she pulled aside the fabric of her halter top and tucked you securely between her breasts.
"There. Nice and secure for the walk back to my apartment." she said, not even bothering to ask for your input.
You went from one crushing situation to another, although the walk back to Michelle's apartment was much gentler than her time reading was. While her breasts were large and dealt plenty of punishment on their own, her bra supported most of their weight. While she was sitting on you, the job of support fell to...well, you and the ground you were pinned to. The gentle swaying of her breasts side to side as she walked along with the up and down motions they made in time with her breathing was actually rather relaxing. You almost didn't mind the collisions that took place every couple of steps, smothering you between her two massive mammaries. Your physical and mental state had almost completely returned to normal by the time she arrived to her apartment and retrieved you.
Pulling you out from between her breasts, Michelle placed you on a coffee table and plopped down into a sofa directly in front of you. You cringed at the sound of her ass making impact with the cushion, but pushed the thought aside. She smiled down at you.
"You must have so many questions Tony. And I'm sure you'll ask the right ones. Let me answer the most pressing ones. First, why you? That's easy. You're obviously a freshman, your first full day on campus, and you're clearly not local. So you don't have any friends in the area who will be missing you yet. People back home won't be shocked to not hear from you immediately, and any absences from class can easily be written off to paperwork errors."
She paused, letting her logic flow over you. As her reasons sunk in, she explained further. These next few words dripped from her full lips slowly. "No one will miss you when you disappear." she said with a twisted smile. "No investigation, no need to worry about covering up a trail. You made an easy target sitting against that tree napping."
You felt your heart drop with those words, but Michelle continued. "Now for the second question. The one you should have asked immediately. Will I restore your normal size? Well, that depends. It's completely up to you. If you follow the rules, I will restore you. Eventually. If you don't, I have no problem keeping you 3 inches tall as long as I need to. Remember, no investigation." she says, the smile on her face growing broader.
"Now the rules are pretty simple. Remember, I'm a scientist, so I need to conduct some tests with you at your current size. But I'm also a woman who knows a good opportunity when she has it, and I've been known to be a little playful too. So this won't be all work and no fun. At least not for me. I also need to be absolutely certain that you won't go running your mouth about this to someone when you're back at your normal height. No cops, no teachers, no administrators, not even friends or family."
She continues. "So here are the terms. You complete my tests. You play my games. And you convince me that this remains our little secret and you will be back to normal before you know it. If you fight against my tests, if you don't indulge my games, or if I even have an inkling that you'll spill the story to someone, I'll make sure that you wish you never even heard of college. Understand?" With the last line, that threat, her smile disappears. If nothing else, the look on her face let you know she was completely serious.
You nod nervously. She sees your apprehension.
"Don't worry about the tests Tony. They'll be easy. You've already completed three of them! You shrank when you were supposed to...Pass! You came to me when you had other options....Pass! And you didn't die when I sat on you with my beautiful ass....Pass! You're doing great!"
...didn't die? You didn't like the sound of that. How safe were you really with Michelle? Was the knowledge that she could restore you worth staying with her if she sat on you without being sure that you could survive it?
You need to decide quickly. Do you go along with Michelle's terms or do you try to set a different course?
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