Your bubbly new roommate grinned, her angelic expression morphing into one of a bit of playful slyness. “Say…Hunter. You wouldn’t mind doing a favor for me, wouldya cutie?” Avery asked with a lilt.
Still hanging in the air between her fingers, you kind of felt like you didn’t have much of a choice, but you still asked anyway. “Um…well it depends on what kind of favor, Avery.”
Avery, still radiating mischief, but her lip cutely. Apparently even she was a tiny bit apprehensive of what she wanted to ask you. “W-well…basically I was thinking…ya know?” Avery hesitated, and sort of wiggled a little while seated, the dictionary definition of adorable anxiety. Though you were apprehensive of what this flirty, ditzy girl had planned, she was incredibly cute…even if you could still picture yourself lying on the corner of her mattress, stuck under her while she was doing all this squirming.
You sighed. “Listen, Avery. No need to be scared. I am willing to help if you’ll just explain.”
The pink-haired giantess’ cheeks actually flushed red. “O-oh, I’m not scared…just…” She put her finger to her chin. “You tiny cuties are all squishy and stretchy, right?”
“Yeah, you saw that earlier today. When Quinn sat on me.” You explained.
“But I mean…like…SUPER squishy and stretchy. Like, you can be molded and stuff?”
A small feeling of dread welled up inside of you, but you pushed on regardless. “Sure, yeah. It’s kind of like our defensive mechanism. A tradeoff for being born like this.” You admitted, even if you felt that being squishy and stretchy was often directly the cause of so much trauma and torment throughout your life. You refrained from telling this to Avery, however.
Avery perked up. “Ah! That’s totes what I thought! So you’d be willing to help me out with my favor then, right cutie?” She leaned a little closer to you, winked flirtatiously, then exhaled. A cool, minty breath brushed past her luscious lips and over your tiny body, lightly blowing you in the wind. You momentarily lost all sense of self, the cool caress of Avery’s breath tickling your body, her minty fresh scent overwhelmingly satisfying.
In a brief moment of lost composure, you nodded without even thinking. “Uh…yeah, of course. I’ll help you out, Avery.”
Avery lit up like the night sky twinkling with stars, grinning widely and blissfully. “Aw! Thank you so much! You’re a lifesaver, Hunter!” Without warning, she puckered her lips and leaned just an inch closer, but it was enough. No time to brace yourself, Avery’s plush lips made contact with your body, your miniscule frame utterly dwarfed by their magnitude. Though the kiss only lasted a second, it enveloped your entire being in a warm and stimulating embrace.
Your affectionate new roommate pulled back with a satisfied smile on her face. You had to take a deep breath after the kiss, both to get your lungs refilled and to calm yourself down. You really didn’t want Avery to take note of what was going on in your pants right now, lest her endless teasing and flirting never cease. You also wiped away a trail of moist saliva left behind on your chest.
Quirking her mouth to the side, Avery’s blush lit up again. “Ya know, I might be falling in love, Hunter. You’re totes my new bestie, that’s for sure!” The giantess giggled, and her harmonious voice filled you with an overwhelming sensation of happiness. It was like her own love and joy was washing over into you. It became harder and harder to want to resist her.
Of course, you were snapped back to reality a second later, as Avery squeezed her palm tightly around your body, mashing you into a flat blob. It happened so quickly you didn’t even process what had happened to you until the deed was done. One moment you were being held, teased, and kissed by your new gorgeous (if not airheaded) roommate, the next you were putty in her palm.
Looking up at Avery in terror, your blood ran cold at the almost casual expression on her face, as if she didn’t care what she had done to you. For a horrible moment, you thought Avery’s nice and cute attitude was all an act, and her true colors were shining forth, but then you remembered that you’d agreed to help with her favor. The favor she’d requested right after asking you about your squish and stretchy nature.
You began to mentally scream.
Blissfully unaware to your mute pleas, Avery began to methodically mold and squish your body, kneading you with her fingers. “So, basically, I gotta use your squishy and stretchiness, lil’ guy! Ya know how I talked about my missing clothes? Some of those are super-duper important over the next few days, like, uber important. I totes can’t buy new clothes this suddenly…but I can absolutely ask my adorable new roommate to replace them! How awesome is that?” Avery giggled.
The full weight of her favor dawned on you, and you fought with every fiber of your being to break free from Avery’s grip, or at least get your frustration with her across. She was planning on molding you into clothing, and then wear you! She hadn’t even hinted at this being her end goal from the start, and you felt lied to and cheated. You never would’ve agreed to this otherwise. Sadly, Avery was much to thorough with squashing your malleable body, and your attempts to squirm were useless.
You had been molded into clothing only twice before in your life, and both times had been incredibly humiliating and painful experiences. Your younger sister, Tracy, had once gotten angry at you as a kid, and had squished you into a hairband. This was before she’d matured in her attitude, and became the loving sister you cherished so dearly. She was a little demon for a few years in elementary school, and this was during that time. She wore you to keep her hair in a ponytail for a week before your mother caught wind and freed you.
The second time was at the hands of your mother, and was three times as bad. After being laid off from her job, she’d come home at midnight from a night of drinking, and stumbled into your room mumbling about needing a new skirt. Drunk out of her mind, and giggling incessantly, your mother had grabbed you and stretched you to your limits, molding you into a simple but cute skirt, despite your protesting screams. Worse still, after collapsing into bed, your mom awoke the next morning with a raging hangover and no memories of the previous night. She’d merely spotted her "new skirt", slipped it on, and went about her day. She wore you five times over a two-week period before finally realizing what she had done.
You were in no hurry to repeat these past traumas, but Avery was obviously oblivious to that as she kept working your body. Eventually, she hooked her perfectly manicured fingernails into your chest, and with a small flick of her wrist, tore your clothes right off. You were now fully naked in her hands.
Avery, for the only time since you’d met her, demonstrated surprisingly reasonable (if no less frustrating) logic when speaking up. “So, your totes naked now. If you’re, like, wondering why, it’s ‘cuz clothes would give you away to anyone looking at you! I mean, I asked you to be MY clothes, so you don’t need your own! Duh!” She finished with another giggle before clapping her hands together, making your body a perfectly flat shape.
You wished you could convey to her how she had never once specifically asked you to be clothes for her, but it was far too late for that. Unless Morgan or Quinn walked in right now, saw what was going on, and stopped Avery, your fate was entirely in her gorgeous, scatterbrained hands.
“Here’s the plan, Hunter. I have a few options for you, so that’s fun! One: I totes need a new thong, and I have a feeling you’ll be an uber soft and comfy replacement for my old one. Two: I’ve been wanting a new skirt. One that shows off my pretty legs and kinda like flows a bit, ya know?” She said all this while stroking your body. As soon as you heard the word ‘skirt’, your blood ran cold.
“And then third: I need a sock. And, you’re probs like, what? A single sock? Yeah…I totes ruined my other cute one by ripping it one a loose nail in my old house. Now I just have one little sock. Hee hee! I’m such a klutz!” Avery laughed, then lifted her foot above you and wriggled her toes. Her dainty, smooth foot smelled heavenly, but you had a horrible feeling it wouldn’t be that way for extended periods of time. “So, yeah! Those are the options!”
Like the ditz she had proven to be, the pink-haired giantess waited a minute, presumably for you to pick your option. It was only after your total inability to talk registered with the girl that she slapped her head and smiled sheepishly.
“Oh, you can’t talk, huh? That’s funny! Guess I’ll pick for you!” Avery wistfully tilted her head back and forth in an exaggerated show of thinking. You could only keep trembling with fear in her hand, your fate left fully to her. This favor had spiraled way out of control. Avery spoke up again. “And, don’t worry, lil’ cutie. This’ll only be for a few days, maybe a week at most. Then I can go shopping again. Also, this’ll be the last time I talk to you until the favor is done! Can’t be chattin’ up my clothes, right?”
With a flirty, horribly tone-deaf wink, and a last wave of horror hitting you, Avery reached a decision.
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