(Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker)
Ashley, to your surprise, set you down on the chest-high shelf. You could hardly believe it. Was it all over?
Ashley spoke up. "So, like, this was the most fun I've ever had trying on clothes before, Matty. You're, like, totes the best little squishy guy in the entire world, and I appreciate your super duper help!" Ashley grinned at you and winked. "I really don't think I coulda tried on half of this stuff without you here cheering me on, hot stuff! So, like, thanks for being so willing and selfish!" The redhead grinned.
You were pretty sure she meant 'selfless' instead of 'selfish', but Ashley's airheadedness was hardly going to bother you anymore. You'd survived this ordeal, and you could get back to your life now. With luck, maybe it'd be a few weeks (or even just a few days, please) without having to get so intimate with the curvaceous redhead.
Ashley tapped her chin, having finished getting dressed. "But, like, I kept feeling your cute little squirms and wiggles, so I totally know how much fun this has been for you, not just me. Now that the clothes are all done, though, there's no more fun for you, right Matty? That's probably making you pretty sad, right?"
Um...no. No it doesn't. You thought to yourself, still flattened to the point of being unable to speak, though you were sure to reform soon.
Ashley's brow furrowed in what would've been a parodical expression of thoughtfulness had it been anyone but Ashley. "So, like, it makes me sad to think you won't be having anymore fun now that we're done, Matty...which is why I started thinking about some stuff."
Your blood ran cold. Ashley 'thinking' about literally anything was never a good sign. Though the girl had a steady enough head on her shoulders in most other matters, she was just inconsolably stupid around tinies, especially you. One time, she'd had the brilliant idea to squash your body to her rolling pin, essentially wrapping and contorting you around the baking tool. She'd apparently believed that your squishy body would do a better job tenderizing the dough than the hard wood, because she 'didn't want splinters in her bread'. You'd been stuck to that rolling pin for hours, and the ditz had confused you for splattered dough at the end of the day and tossed you into the trash when she was done anyway!
Ashley 'thinking' always, ALWAYS, spelled disaster.
The girl's expression turned jubilant. "So, like, let's let your fun keep going, Matty! Since you're so good as a little changing room helper, and you're obviously having such a super time with all of this, why don't I let a bunch of other ladies in the store know that you're offering your services?" Ashley beamed, supremely proud of yourself. "Other women get to be helped out, and you get to have fun for however long your little heart desires!"
If your lungs had finished inflating, you would've screamed. As it was, you only managed a tiny twitch, your squished body vibrating against the shelf.
Ashley squealed. "Ah! I knew you'd love the plan! Look at you, cutie. It's so adorable how excited you are!" Ashley blushed faintly, always pleased when she could make the hottie she had a crush on happy. "Gimme a sec, and I'll be right back with your first contestant! Then, I'll just hang out with Jenna for the day, and be back to collect you later on, kay?"
Mentally crying out to the redhead to stop, you could only watch as Ashley vanished from the stall, bundle of clothes in her arm. Her skipping steps quickly faded from your hearing, but you could also hear the sound of the girl excitedly whispering with someone just outside of the changing room. Your eyes widened in panic, and you redoubled your efforts to reform as fast as possible, determined to escape this fate Ashley was trying to set you up for. You hadn't survived Ashley's onslaught just to get sucked back into endless crushing. At that rate, this changing stall was going to become your tomb!
Sadly, your head still hadn't reinflated by the time clacking heels against the floor signaled a woman approaching. Sure enough, the stall door swung open to reveal a pretty blonde woman in her late thirties, a few pairs of lacy panties tucked under her arm. She closed and locked the stall door behind herself, and then turned her pretty blue eyes on you.
The woman actually looked a bit sheepish. "Ah...um...you must be Matty, then." The woman spoke softly, with a faint smile. "You are...cute, aren't you? I've always felt a bit odd about using tinies in these sorts of ways...but I'll try to make this enjoyable for both of us. Let's have fun!"
Your eyes bulged, and you internally screamed with effort as you finally popped your head back into shape. "MISS! PLEA--"
Your scream died as the woman's hand crunched around you as she picked you up off of the shelf, her thumb crushing your head flat.
The woman recoiled, unfurling her hand and wincing down at your re-flattened body. "Oh, sorry, little guy. We're you going to say something? I'm sorry, but please don't worry. I might be a bit awkward at first, but I promise to put you to good use." The woman smiled, though there was a faint blush in her cheeks. "M-Maybe not as intimately as that pretty young friend of yours...but still."
Sparing you another smile, the blonde woman set you down on the bench, put her panty try-ons beside you, and began wiggling her rather sizable rear end out of the tight skirt containing it. The woman had just come from her office job, and was eager to get a few more pairs of comfy panties to try and offset the rather horribly uncomfortable desk chairs she had to spend eight hours a day wedged into. True, part of her discomfort came from being, frankly, a bit too curvaceous in the derriere department for those poor chairs, but still. The woman knew that silky smooth underwear would be a great first start.
She smiled as she spared the little squished guy another glance. The redhead had referred to him as a 'changing room helper', which was a job title the woman didn't even know tinies had. She certainly wasn't going to complain, and considered her adorable little helper an unexpected bonus to this shopping excursion. Apparently, he was an eager volunteer who absolutely loved helping women and being used, if the redhead's choice of words were to be believed. Well, the blonde woman had always had a soft spot for tinies, so she'd try to fulfill the guy's needs best she could.
Naked from the waist down, the woman picked up her first pair of panties and glanced down at you. "So, Matty, I'm shopping for new panties today, as I'm sure you can see. For a second I didn't know how you could help, but then I remembered how...frequently...I find you little guys and girls squished to my butt. I swear I'm not inattentive or anything, but maybe I just need more practice? So, what better way to get some practically experience than to see if I can feel you under me in each of these new pairs of lingerie?" The woman smiled, pleased that she'd reached an effective compromise to everyone's wants in this scenario.
Turning, she just barely missed the horrified expression on your comically contorted face. That expression only grew in fear as the you watched from your lower angle as the woman wrangled the lacy panties up her long legs and snapped them in place around her gratuitously massive ass. The butt even surpassed Ashley's, probably reaching close to the level of Cass, each creamy white cheek the size of an entire house at your size. You could only manage a slight whimper as the woman gave you a friendly smile over her shoulder, and then descended.
*****
You were significantly flatter than before by the time the woman finished her obliviously cruel torture of you. She peeled your elongated and paper-thin form from the bench, a smile on her lips and blush in her cheeks. There was an ass cheek shaped imprint across your chest, and your body felt numb from the pain of her hefty derriere slamming over and over upon you. Of course, the woman thought you loved all of it, and she herself felt like she'd gotten just a bit better at telling when a tiny was under her than before.
Winking at you, the blonde woman set you down on the shelf and left the changing stall. Before the door could even swing halfway closed, another woman bustled inside, a sour expression on her face. This new woman had short black hair and appeared to be in her early twenties.
With horror, you noticed an entire line of women as the door closed, all having apparently been persuaded by Ashley to try you out!
This new woman didn't waste a second talking to you, as she merely picked you up, sat down on the bench, kicked off her sneakers and socks, and mashed your face into her swelteringly sweaty and disgustingly foul-smelling feet. You mentally cried as your body became soaked in grime in seconds, and drenched in the girl's sweat. The girl then tossed you aside, tried on a pair of socks from the store, took the socks off, then crushed you into her horrid feet again before moving to the next pair.
How long would this torture go on?
1) Ashley and Jenna return hours later, finally retrieving your battered, beaten, exhausted body. The two take you home.
2) Ashley and Jenna return hours later, but with 'exciting' news. With Jenna's insistence, Ashley spoke to the clothing store manager, and you've been hired as a temporary employee! Your position? Official Changing Room Helper!
3) Having totally forgotten about you, Ashley heads home with Jenna. You're left behind as the store shuts down for the night. What now?
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