This choice: Have a client scheduled! • Go Back...Chapter #3Have a client scheduled! by: Hectic   Today you remembered that you actually have a client scheduled! You were excited but also a bit nervous. After all, from what you've already dealt with as a 1 foot tall squishy guy you assume that you'll be prepared for whatever comes, but every customer is different. After your wake up cuddle with Chelsea's large foot, you hopped down from your bed and began the trek to the kitchen. Everything in the apartment is set up for your roommates 6 foot 2 inch frame, so needless to say things took you a bit more effort to do. You walked past some of Chelsea's clothes strewn about on the floor, a pair of tan leggings, some athletic tops, and some pairs of socks that she had clearly exercised in. But soon you were out of the bedroom and walking down the hallway. At that moment you heard a powerful yawn echo out from the bedroom, knowing that it can't be anyone else but Chelsea you stop and turn around looking for her. In a few seconds her goddess-like figure walks through the doorway towards you. Her legs extended up far above you, ending where her oversized shirt hung over them. Even with her loose fitting clothing you could make out Chelsea's ridiculous hourglass figure, and were stuck staring as she continued walking. By the time your gaze was pulled away from her body to her head, you noticed that she was rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and yawning again! You realized that this meant she clearly couldn't look where she was going, but right as you opened your mouth to yell, the tremendous shadow of her right foot loomed over you. "Wait Che.." was all the noise you made before her enormous sole slammed down onto your minuscule frame. You were immediately squished flat to the sole of her foot, making an audible squishing sound. Immediately Chelsea stopped walking, leaving all of her weight on the foot crushing down on you. A few seconds went by and you started to hear a giggle from far above, which quickly turned into full laughter, and you were freed from the darkness as she lifted her foot up and looked at it.
"Damn John, I've been up for 5 seconds and you've already squished yourself to me? This is gotta be some kind of record for us." Chelsea said down to you, smiling and laughing. "Well, I'm heading to the kitchen anyways so you can come along for the ride!" she added and she quickly dropped her foot back down on the floor. You knew Chelsea loved messing with your tiny stature more than anything, so you cursed yourself for giving her such a prime opportunity. Immediately her foot began slamming you repeatedly into the hardwood. The nonchalant stroll of your giantess housemate was enough to obliterate you underneath her. She reached the kitchen and pulled open the fridge, grabbing the milk and some cereal off the shelf, setting it all down next to her laptop on the table. Quickly she sat down and began eating her breakfast while checking her emails. She crossed right leg over her left and you were brought out of your world of darkness once again, hanging a few feet above the ground. Evidently Chelsea had forgotten about squishing you and was too caught up in her breakfast and emails to remember you, so you decided to relax. After all she would have to take you off eventually. Almost immediately though your relaxation was ruined as Chelsea slammed her foot down in excitement and shouted, "Someone wants to rent you out John!"
She read a bit more and burst out into a wild fit of laughter, saying, "Oh my god John you won't believe this. You remember my old volleyball teammate Aimee? Yeah she wants to rent you out as underwear for her upcoming volleyball tournament!" You began to panic upon hearing the name Aimee, that was a name you could not forget. Out of everyone you had met in your life, nobody's ass had been able to surpass the size of Chelseas... except this girl. It was legendary to say the least. But as much as you loved to look at it, that thing seemed to have a gravitational pull on you. Countless times she had crushed you with underneath or between it, so the thought of voluntarily becoming this voluptuous girl's underwear seemed like a one way ticket to pain. You attempted to wriggle or shout up at Chelsea to turn it down, but in your smushed state you could do nothing. Just then Chelsea said, "John? What do you think?" and waited a moment before remembering where you were. She said, "Oh yeah, duh, sorry bout that pipsqueak. I know my foot is your size but that doesn't mean you have to be married to it." She lifted her foot up and worked with her nail to quickly peel your body off. You came off in one flat, insole-like shape and she flopped you down on the table. Chelsea gave you practically no time to reform as she said, "Well I'm gonna say yes for you because it's been forever since I've seen Aimee!" She sent an email confirming her reservation of you as panties, then closed her laptop, staring directly at you.
"Okay John, ready to engage panty mode?" Chelsea said giggling as she picked up your flattened body and began molding you in her hands. At first it didn't seem to bad, like a gentle massage, but then she seemed a bit annoyed and said, "Ugh it's so hard to flatten you with my hands sometimes, dude" and plopped you down onto the table. She quickly stood up, turned around, and lifted up her shirt, revealing her gargantuan ass to you. Only a small thong ran down her crack between the two masses of ass flesh, but you had only a second to appreciate its beauty before she dropped it suddenly on your tiny form. *whump* Her ass smacked down straight on top of you, crushing you with the second body part of the day, as she began to twist and grind it on top of you. With every twist you felt your body flattening further and spreading out nicely. It was like kneading dough to Chelsea, but instead of dough it was her tiny roommate, and instead of hands she was using her buns. In a minute she lifted her ass off you and turned around. When you saw a big smile on her face you realized she must have accomplished her goal. She said, "There we go, the perfect thinness to make some comfy panties" and grabbed the edges of your body. Very quickly you felt your arms stretched out and tied together, as your torso and legs were squished into two diamond like shapes. Almost immediately Chelsea had turned you into a pair of cute, tan panties! She held up her masterpiece and looked it over for a second before saying, "Oh shit, I think I accidentally put your face in the wrong spot... Yup, uhhhh so John your face is kinda right in the middle of the ass part... and facing in." Chelsea briefly considered reforming you but her laziness kicked in and she said, "Eh, whatever. You can handle it, right?" You were outraged at Chelsea for this entire ordeal, but you had still not regained your ability to speak, so he question was met only with silence. She responded to herself, "Boy you're sure quiet this morning, but I guess you would be complaining if you didn't want me to do this so it must be okay!" and set you back on the table.
Chelsea went back to checking her computer for a few minutes, all the while eyeing your panty-form. After a few minutes she said, "Oh man I can't resist this opportunity John, I gotta try you on!" and snatched your body running to her bedroom. Your world shook as she ran quickly and you flopped around in her hand. But quickly enough she dropped her panties to the floor and you felt one of her legs brushing past you. The other followed suit as you looked far above you. There, Chelsea's shelf-like ass hung over you like two boulders, waiting to crush you between them. You felt yourself rising, only to find yourself quickly tightening around her thick, soft thighs. With a few grunts you were stretched across Chelsea's skin, and in a moment you felt yourself shoot up past her thighs and immediately sink a bit between her cheeks. Above you, Chelsea said startled, "Jeez John, you fit a little bit snug back there! Has my ass gotten bigger or have you gotten even smaller? I thought I was making some normal panties but you ended up as a thong!" Chelsea's really loved poking fun at your minuscule size compared to her as she continued, "I can't believe your entire body isn't even enough to cover my cheeks... if you are this tight on my booty then Aimee might never find you inside of hers!" Chelsea laughed hysterically at her own joke, her beach ball like ass cheeks jiggling and quivering all over your stretched out body with her laughter. She said finally, "Alright well......   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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