Mackenzie was interupted by the sound of the door bell ringing. Sighing, Mackenzie hopped off the couch and walked over to the door. It was just a mail delivery, and Mackenzie quickly flicked through the junk mail before stopping on a particular official looking letter. She quickly ripped it open, pulling out the paper inside and scanning over it. She smiled for a moment, then seemed to try to hide her grin from you.
"What is it?" you asked.
"Oh this?" Mackenzie asked nonchalantly. "This is just your new usage license."
"My what?!" You shouted, taking a step back as Mackenzie advanced towards you.
"It seems that when we got this new place, you were registered not as a tenant, but as the property of one of the tenants. Me." Mackenzie explained. "Must have been a paperwork mix up."
You felt your heart racing. This was no mix up. Mackenzie had been the one to do that paperwork. You were supposed to do it, but they had sent you the normal sized paperwork instead of the tiny version, and Mackenzie had volunteered to handle it for you. You should have known better than to trust her, you should have known she had an ulterior....
Mackenzie grabbed you suddenly, squeezing you tightly in her grip. "I'm sure Olivia will be able to handle getting this thing revoked. But until then, I should probably get some use out of you. I've always thought you'd make a great thong."
"No Mackenzie wait ple-" you shouted, until she squeezed away your ability to speak, squishing like putty in her hand. Then she began the work of reforming you into a new shape. She stretched out your torso and legs to create the part of the thong that would run between her legs, then pulled on your arms to make the loop that would run around her hips. One quick knot later, and you were a thong.
You'd been squished before of course, but this was the first time someone had intentionally formed you into something new. It was strange how quickly you changed. You were a person, but it only took a woman 30 seconds to convert you into a completely unrecognizable pair of panties.
"Perfect!" Mackenzie practically squealed. It was finally a chance to get revenge on the tiny man who insisted on coming between her and Olivia. And now the only thing he was going to be between was her ass cheeks.
She dropped you onto the couch, standing in front of it as she began to work her pants down her hips, revealing the thong clad butt you were doomed to meet. You tried to move, you tried to get up, you tried to do anything, but you couldn't move at all. She'd squished any power you had out of you. You were just a thong laying on the couch, watching as she stepped out of her real thong, leaving only her bare butt as she grabbed you.
"I've heard so much about how comfy tiny thongs are, I've been during to try it." Mackenzie explained, stepping her feet through your loops. "The fact that you're the one who will be flossing my ass just makes it better."
You watched in horror as you slid up her admittedly nice legs, the shelf of her ass growing closer by the second. You would have closed your eyes if you had that level of control over your body. You didn't know how it worked, but when you were squished, even without obvious eyes, you still seemed to have a face location to see from, and right now that spot was heading right for Mackenzie's crack. Suddenly, you felt your mouth had reformed enough to say something, and you screamed: "Wait don-" you began, but her silenced you as it swallowed you, smashing you back into string fork as her cheeks closed around you.
"Oh wow, this is nice..." Mackenzie said, taking a few tentative steps to test you out. You were powerless as her cheeks rose and fell around you, squeezing and chewing you up as you swayed with her hips. "I could definitely get used to this..."
Satisfied, she bent down to grab her sweatpants off the floor. As she did, you felt yourself pulled deeper into her ass, her spreading cheeks happily welcoming you deeper into the depths between them. "Hey, try not to ride up too much back there." Mackenzie scolded, laughing as she knew you had no real power to control this. Then she stepped into her sweat pants, each leg lift smacking your pathetic form with its corresponding cheek. Any light that had made it to your position in her crack was snuffed out as she pulled her pants up over her hips, completely concealing you from the world. Then, as if nothing had happened in the last 5 minutes, she dropped her ass back down onto the couch and turned the TV on. You felt her cheeks bearing down on you, squishing you further under the constant weight and pressure, but she didn't move at all. She had settled down to watch her show, and you were just her thong now....
Two hours later, Olivia rentered the apartment, dropping her purse on the counter as she headed inside. Mackenzie hopped up off the couch to greet her, startling you as her giant cheeks clapped together around you.
"Hey Kenz, how was your day?" Olivia said. "Hopefully you and Andrew managed to get a little closer? I think living together will help you understand each other better."
Mackenzie resisted the temptation to snicker at the idea of just how much "closer" her and Andrew were right now as she felt him riding up her butt crack. "Well, there was a bit of an incident..."
As Mackenzie explained the situation to Olivia, you remained trapped between your giant rival's ass cheeks, desperate for a way to communicate with your girlfriend. It was a frustration you were used to: it was common for you to be squished around Olivia but unable to call for help. Mackenzie suddenly clenched her cheeks, giving you an extra squeeze to rub your face in how thoroughly she'd beaten you this time.
"So you're saying the town just automatically gave him a usage license when we moved in?" Olivia asked.
"Yup. Must have been some sort of paperwork error." Mackenzie said, shaking her head as if it was the most ridiculous thing she'd ever heard. "They seem to have thought that you and I were roommates, and that little Andrew was just my property."
"That's ridiculous!" Olivia said. "We need to get this sorted out. Andrew is a person, not an object!"
"I know Olivia. In fact, I already have the paperwork for you to fill out to fix it. Seems like it can be a long process though, and we will have to treat Andrew like an object until then." Mackenzie said.
"Why can't we just treat him normally?" Olivia asked. She was already calming down though, the idea that all the paperwork was already available meant this problem hopefully wouldn't be too hard to solve, even if it was a bit slow.
"It's a state law. If you ignore a tiny guy's usage license, it can be treated as abuse, and the state can take him away from you." Mackenzie explained. "That's why as soon as I heard about the mix up I made sure to start using him right away."
"Oh yeah, where did you put him anyway?" Olivia asked.
Rather than answer, Mackenzie just pulled down her sweat pants a bit, revealing the top of your thong form. It took Olivia a moment to put it all together.
"You made him a thong?"
"Yeah, I figured it would be the best thing for him. He stays close to me so I can't lose him, it's not as strenuous as being a bra would be, and my butt should be a nice soft place to keep him until we figure things out." Mackenzie explained.
"Oh. Well, I guess that makes sense." Olivia said, still a little uncertain. "You do have a pretty great butt." She joked, reassuring herself that this was all temporary.
Meanwhile, Mackenzie was basking in that compliment. If I keep him like this long enough, maybe Olivia will finally notice me as more than a friend.
"Anyway, I better go get started on that paperwork." Olivia said. Mackenzie sighed as Olivia walked away, hating that she was still so focused on Andrew. She forcefully slammed her butt back down onto the couch, taking out her frustration on her new toy. He was going to have a rough time of it as long as she had his license.
What happens?
1. You will remain Mackenzie's property for the foreseeable future, and she may decide to try out some other forms for you.
2. Olivia wants to see you more, so Mackenzie flattens you like a tattoo onto her boob or butt cheek. Now you can see a little more of what Mackenzie does during the day, depending on what she is wearing anyway.
3. Olivia finds out that while it's hard to cancel usage licenses, it's easy to transfer them, and she becomes your new owner.
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