Olivia slid her pants on over you, sealing you into an even deeper darkness than you were already in, before collapsing thoughtlessly onto the couch to relax. Immediately, your girlfriend’s ditsy nature showed once more as her ass cheeks compressed together into the couch cushion, decimating your already squished body. She slowly rubbed her eyes in exhaustion as the full day of researching CTC legalities and usage license nullification had clearly taken its toll on her. Olivia wasn’t typically the sharpest tool in the shed, so you would have given her credit for at least attempting to look up ways to fix the situation had you been able to speak at all over the course of the past day. And at the very least, while it was physically more excruciating to be flossing your girlfriend’s ass crack, it was less infuriating then suffering the same fate between the cheeks of your nemesis.
“Ugh, I can’t believe how stressful all of this usage license stuff is. I can’t believe the city would just accidentally issue one to Andrew like that! It’s unbelievable!” Olivia exclaimed while dropping her head back onto the cushion of the couch.
“I know, Liv, I have no idea how it could have happened,” Mackenzie lied through her teeth. She then took another look at Olivia and couldn’t help but feel bad for her best friend. She didn’t feel bad about you, of course, but seeing Olivia in general did bring her down a bit. “I have an idea! Since you worked so hard today figuring out the CTC stuff, how about we go out dancing to blow off some steam! Doesn’t that sound like fun?”
“Mack!” Olivia exclaimed while lifting her head back up to look at her friend, “Do you really think I would go out and shake my ass with you while my boyfriend is wedged inside of it? That would be torture for him!” Your heart soared as you could barely make out your girlfriend’s words beneath her tons of butt flesh, but it seemed like for once she wasn’t falling for Mackenzie’s evil schemes.
Thinking on her feet, Mackenzie quickly pivoted her plan. “Okay, okay, you’re right. What about just going out for one drink or two then. There’s no difference between your butt planted on the couch and your butt planted on a barstool for him, right?”
Olivia pondered the idea for a moment. Part of her would feel bad doing anything fun when she knew you were suffering as a thong, but the other part of her really was exhausted after such a long day. And a drink to unwind didn’t sound too bad. She waffled over the idea for a few moments longer before responding, “Oh alright. Sure just one or two to take the edge off then it's straight back home though!”
“Yay!” Mackenzie exclaimed, “okay let’s go get changed and head out! I think a skirt or dress and some heels will be perfect because I have a new place in mind and it's a bit fancy!”
Olivia cracked a slight smile for the first time in hours, other than the involuntary one she made when she first slid you on as her underwear (a fact that she still feels guilty about). “Okay sounds good.” she said before standing up, giving you a brief respite from the pressure of her cheeks before swinging like a pendulum back into one another. The girls retired to their own rooms and Olivia shut the door behind her. She yanked her pants down and looked at herself, and you, in the mirror. You were overwhelmingly skimpy on her, your one-inch tall body struggling to keep her decent due to her cartoonish assets.
“Heyyyy Andrew. I’m sorry this process is taking longer than expected to get rid of your usage license. It’s crazy how easy it is for a tiny guy like you to get a license but it is nearly impossible to get it removed. So for now, Mack and I are going to go to a new bar in town to get a drink and unwind. I’ll try some drinks and once this whole situation is sorted out we can go again so you can have some!”
Since you were in no state to respond, Olivia simply pulled open her closet and retrieved a skimpy black pencil skirt and a white tube top. She slid the white top over her head and it barely managed to cover her prodigious breasts, with just a bit of underboob threatening to spill out the bottom. Then she began the task of shimmying the skirt, which was somehow tighter than the top, up her legs. She reached her ass cheeks and felt a concerning amount of weight blocking the fabric from covering them. But with a deep inhale and one last yank she managed to slide the fabric up and over her buns, before clasping the front over her waist. She looked into the mirror and raised her eyebrows in surprise.
“Ugh, I really need to lose some weight. This outfit is almost as small on me as Andrew is--” Olivia’s eyes instantly shot open and she covered her mouth as she couldn’t believe that she had made such an offensive joke about her boyfriend. She prayed that you didn’t hear that silently and bent over in the closet to grab a pair of black heels to complete the outfit. Slipping her bare feet into the shoes she stomped a few times to ensure they were snug, jiggling her cheeks underneath the compressing skirt as she did so. She then grabbed her purse and headed out of her room to see that Mackenzie had changed into a dark green dress and some black heels as well.
“Okay, just one or two drinks max then we’re back home, right?” Olivia said reluctantly to Mackenzie. She felt bad enough about the whole situation, let alone the fact that she just accidentally made fun of you.
“Of course! Let’s go!” Mackenzie responded, with a mischievous look in her eye that Olivia of course could never notice. She quickly took out her phone and opened up a rideshare app, setting the destination. The ride arrived rather quickly and the girls hopped in the back. Mackenzie asked the driver to turn up the music and smiled at Olivia, she would cheer her up if it was the last thing she did. And if it caused you a little torture in the progress, then win-win.
*****
“MACK! This is a NIGHTCLUB, not a BAR!” Olivia exclaimed as the car drove off behind them after dropping them off at their destination. They both looked up at the sizable venue, hearing the pounding bassline even outside, and noted the neon sign above with the name “Wardrobe” written on it.
“I know, I know! We don’t have to dance… if we don’t want to! I just heard the drinks here are totally amazing! Just have a few and then we are done like I promised.” Mackenzie responded.
Olivia sighed as she looked down at her hips, where you would be if you were visible. Before looking back up, “Okay FINE. But the drinks better knock my socks off.”
“They will, let’s go!” Mackenzie exclaimed excitedly.
The two girls walked through the swinging doors into the club and immediately noticed the dark interior and thumping music. It was filled to the brim with women of all ages, some drinking, some sitting in booths and talking, and most dancing. Strangely enough, neither of them noticed the existence of a single tiny man in the building either.
Ever since the shrinking epidemic, night clubs often made an effort to accommodate tiny guys with certain amenities to keep them going out. For the first few years after the shrink, it was practically a death sentence for a tiny guy to try to spend a night out on the town. The incredibly stupid would either brave the dance floor and get utterly pulverized beneath unknowing womens’ shoes. But even those somewhat more cautious who would try to sit on the countertops of bars would often find themselves crushed by glasses, knocked off of the surface, or even abducted by the drunken giantesses around them. However, when club owners realized that they could sell drinks at 1/100th the size for only a slight decrease in price, they knew the tiny man market was too lucrative to ignore. Designated tiny dance floors and tiny bar tops were designed and implemented in most clubs to take advantage of this. The safety of even these specially created zones was variable, since some clubs took much more precautions for the sake of the men, but most did not. Either way, for that reason it was not uncommon to see tiny guys at most bars and clubs.
With this being the case, it was even stranger that there was not a single tiny guy to be seen at Wardrobe. No tiny dance floor, no tiny bar either. Olivia, of course, wasn’t quite observant enough to notice the oddity. Perhaps you would have made a note of it, had you been able to see anything other than the dark, already-sweaty crevasse of your girlfriend’s ass. Mackenzie, however, knew exactly why this was the case. She smirked deviously as she looked up at the sign behind the bar that they were approaching.
It read, “Welcome to Wardrobe. Wearing a tiny tonight? Then your drinks are on the house!”
The owner of the bar notoriously hated tinies. She gladly gave up the extra profits from serving tinies and made sure not to accommodate them at her venue in any shape or form. Going so far as extending the offer of free drinks to any woman wearing a man as part of her outfit, just to see them suffer.
“Oh my gosh, Olivia. Look!” Mackenzie said as she elbowed her friend and pointed at the sign.
Olivia glanced up and read the sign, her eyes lighting up with excitement briefly before showing uncertainty once more. “Mack, I can’t use Andrew for free drinks on top of already wearing him as my thong!”
“Liv! I know that sounds bad on paper. But we are already here and we can’t change the fact that you have to wear him. Don’t you think if he could speak he would tell you to at least get the free drinks since you can? You just sitting around and suffering isn’t helping him, it’s just hurting you!” Mackenzie said, crossing her fingers behind her back as she hoped that her gamble would pay off.
Olivia looked seriously torn for a moment before finally responding, “Honestly… you’re right. No reason to pass up on this just because I feel bad. Well… thanks Andrew!” she said while tapping her ass and approaching the bar.
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