Chapter #5A Tiny of Many Talents by: Azazel-8   While you were relieved to hear that Olivia still firmly considered you to be her boyfriend, it didn’t make it any easier to spend the rest of the evening buried between her buttocks. She’d continued to acknowledge your presence, but over time the brunette paid less and less attention to you, starting to just enjoy an evening in with her best friend as they watched TV, ate dinner, and just generally lazed about. For her part, Mackenzie was only too happy to spend some time with her crush without said crush’s boyfriend getting in the road, grinning every time she watched the other girl move about or shift position, knowing that you were being chewed up within that luscious rear. The sweat and the overbearing body heat only built over time, making the hours drag on for a seeming eternity.
As you heard your housemates wishing each other goodnight, you hoped that at last this period of torment was coming to an end, some small slither of light leaking in as Olivia removed her pants. Yet, instead of being released, you were left instead to scream silently as your girlfriend dumped the rest of her clothing on the ground and pulled on a sleep shirt before climbing into bed still wearing you. As much as you knew it was hopeless you tried your best to move. To vibrate just a little bit. Anything to remind Olivia that you were still here and that she needed to take you off so you could rest. But all that answered you were the brunette’s gentle snores and a shifting as she rolled over onto her back, subjecting you to even more pressure and heat as you were buried within her flesh.
While you were left to suffer, Mackenzie was having a much more productive evening. Having given her goodnights to her best friend, she now had the time to set about a new idea she’d struck upon while watching you suffer within your own girlfriend’s big booty. To be fair, it wasn’t that the pale girl necessarily hated you. She didn’t like you for sure, but it wasn’t as if she particularly wanted to torture you for no reason, or at least not beyond short periods for her own enjoyment. Rather, she was determined to prove to Olivia that you simply were not suitable as a lifelong partner. And if that meant convincing the other girl that you were better off as an object, then so be it. She knew that Olivia was too nice to keep you as an object long-term, but if she could just do enough to undermine her weird affection for you, then the path would be open for Mackenzie to make her own move.
After a couple of hours, the printer was whirring quietly as it spat out her masterpiece. Finding blank templates for C.T.C. letters online had been pretty easy, almost concerningly so. Not for the first time the raven-haired woman wondered how secure the system really was. She’d gotten a licence for you with basically no difficulty, with the usage office seemingly just taking her word for it that you were her property. Now she had found that their public website was full of what were basically how-to guides for using licenced tinies, with recommended tests to determine what form they were ‘meant’ to be. Her initial temptation to copy the entire list had abated once she read it more closely, Mackenzie feeling a little unpleasant as she wondered whether any tiny would actually want to be a sex toy or used as feminine hygiene products for the remainder of their life. She wasn’t that cruel.
While your nemesis went to sleep happy with her progress, you spent the night barely getting any rest. Olivia was not exactly the kind to stay still in bed, frequently shifting her position, your thong body being rolled between her cheeks as you were squeezed into one and then the other, or else pulled tight against the depths of her rear. Worse, it seemed that the brunette was unconsciously enjoying your presence, her cheeks clamping and unclamping around you in rhythmic succession as a little smile spread across her face. For you it was torturous as the increasingly sweaty buttocks dominated your twisted body, while Olivia just moaned quietly as you tickled her skin in all the right ways. At one point she even stuck her butt into the air, half-waking as she moaned deeply and shook her hips side to side, rubbing your stretched form against the deepest depths of her dark abyss.
What you didn’t know is that your lover was dreaming of you. In her mind you were larger than in reality, big enough for her to make love to you in ways she’d never be able to in real life. Her dream-self was giving you the lap dance of your life while the real you was being ground and twisted within her massive rear. She was cuddling with you on the beach as she snuggled into a pillow and moved her legs back and forth, stretching you to breaking point with each movement. As your dream-self told her how much you loved her, the real you was trying to scream out for her mercy. A moonlight dinner brought a smile to her lips while her hips bucked with unconstrained lust. The only thing the two versions of you had in common was that you both brought Olivia great pleasure as she slept.
It wasn’t until morning finally came that you received some relief, your sodden body finally pulled from its prison and unceremoniously dropped on the floor. Disoriented and sleep-deprived, you watched as Olivia stumbled from the room and moments later heard the sound of a shower. Waiting for her return, you were disappointed when she came back only to grab a different set of clothes and then head down to breakfast, leaving you behind. Thankfully though you only had to wait for a few more minutes before she came charging back in, looking around frantically for a moment before reaching down to grab you. “Sorry babe! I forgot you were there. Hope last night wasn’t too bad.”
A part of you wanted to tell her it was awful, and to never do something like that again, but mostly you were just happy that she’d remembered you, given how absentminded you knew she could be. You’d long since accepted that being with her wouldn’t be easy, but you loved her enough to endure it. Not that you could tell her any of that right now. Thankfully, you weren’t put back on as she took you back towards the kitchen, though you were being unconsciously scrunched in her hands as she moved. When the two of you arrived, you were met with Mackenzie, who offered your girlfriend a bright smile while ignoring your presence, handing a handful of letters to the brunette as she busied herself with getting a pot of coffee ready. “Checked the mail. These ones were addressed to you.”
Slung over the back of a chair, you tried to glare at your roommate for getting you into this mess, but there was nothing you could do as Olivia began to read through what you hoped would be tame letters. “Bill. Coupon. Bill. C.T.C. Mum. Coup- Wait.” Realising what she had just seen, the brunette flipped back to the offending letter and ripped it open, your own heart beating rapidly with terror. The fact that her eyes widened notably as she read didn’t do your heart any favours. For once you were actually thankful to Mackenzie when the other girl moved closer with a look of concern. “So… what does it say Olivia? Is this about getting Andrew’s licence revoked? Have we made progress?” Somehow you doubted that, only confirmed as those dreadful words began to be read out loud.
“Dear Ms Olivia King,
Congratulations on being transferred the usage licence for MP-004657291 (formerly, Andrew Moore). We hope for a long and fruitful connection between yourself and MP-004657291.
Unfortunately, it appears that MP-004657291 neglected to submit documentary evidence confirming his preferred form prior to submitting himself to being licenced. As he cannot be reverted at this time without violating his usage rights, the following process is mandated.
As determined in accordance with his profile, you are to use MP-004657291 in the following forms over the next two weeks, with at least one day of use (twelve hours minimum) in each form. Following this testing period, you are then to submit your feedback in relation to the comfort and use provided by MP-004657291 in relation to each form, in order to determine his preferred form.
1: Insole – 2: Stress Ball – 3: Bra – 4: Sock – 5: Sweat Rag – 6: Cushion – 7: Thong – 8: Gum
Sincere Regards,
C.T.C., Usage Licence Office”
Every word filled you with more and more anxiety, each form described one you never wanted to be used as, even if you had experienced most in some shape or form in the past. There was nothing you could do to stop this though, your fate left in the hands of your housemates. Doing her best to keep a smile from her face, Mackenzie faked concern, placing a hand on Olivia’s shoulder while looking down at you with an empty frown. “Okay that… sucks. It’s going to be difficult for Andrew, and you, but maybe, just maybe, this could be a good thing. Once you get his licence sorted, maybe having experienced all of these forms will help him to decide what he really wants to do with his life.” She raised a hand quickly when your girlfriend shot her a sharp look. “I mean, I hope he’ll choose you.”
Thankfully, Olivia at least didn’t seem convinced, frowning genuinely as she retrieved you from your position and ran her hands along your form. “He wouldn’t have wanted any of this. He wants to be with me as a man, I know it.” Despite everything your heart thrilled at her words, relieved that as ditzy as she could be, the brunette knew that your love for her was genuine. But unfortunately, her words didn’t stop there. “However, if this is what I need to do to keep him safe, then I’ll do it. He’s already been my thong, and yours, so I guess I better start going through the other forms. Might as well start at the top as well. I’m sorry babe, but it looks like you’re going to be my insole for…”   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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