You gave an enthusiastic yes and pointed towards the Tech store. Mari smiled and nodded as she plucked you off her shoulder and cupped you in her hands. Mari struggled to slip through the ocean of women swarming the hot Clothing store. Between Mari's fingers, you could catch glimpses of many different pretty faces followed by their breasts completely eclipsing their faces as the crowd grew thicker, bouncing breasts and aggressive arms fight for space against each other, but with Mari's sharp elbows, she pushed her way through and made it to the Tech store with you safely shielded by her hands. You gave a sigh of relief, all those women in one place was just an accident waiting to happen for any tiny, especially yourself.
"Don't worry about the clothes, there's plenty of cute things at home I could wear tonight for you." Mari whispered down to you with bright red cheeks, reassuring you that missing out on the sale wasn't such a big deal. You were the only thing that mattered to her today.
There were a couple women in the Tech Store, no doubt relaxing away from the crowded walkway just outside the store. You heard stories about how many Tech stores such as this one were popular among men and women. That all changed when 1% of the world's population instantaneously shrink to an inch tall around the world. The Tech store's business suffered in the beginning, Giant sized power tools and electronic devices were utterly useless to the affected. Anything that interested women such as laptops, hair dryers, massagers were still flying off the shelves while some of the products for the male population started to collect dust. Those were the early years, but it didn't take long for the stores around the world to adapt.
You are safely in Mari's hands as she walks through the isles. Mari's eyes sparkled seeing some of the gadgets such as a medigun with a spherical muzzle that could massage deep tissue, eliminating any tight muscles or soreness after a workout Rio puts her through. Mari was relishing the thought. You on the other hand, you saw nothing but trouble for a tiny. You could easily see Jenna smushing you to the tip and giving it back to Mari, forced to massage Mari's deepest and sensitive areas if she pleased without a clue of your existence. You don't want to forbid Mari from getting it but you can't help but believe that it would be your downfall in your future.
You and Mari weren't the only ones looking at the Medigun, nearby were these two girls checking out the workout gear, specifically the Medigun. They had their hair tied up into a ponytail and were definitely shorter than your Mari by a few inches, probably just below 5 feet, probably the butt of a few short jokes amongst their friends, which is ironic in a world with tinies. Their chests were not ludicrously large like the other women in your life but tightly held by small sports tank top, but speaking of butts, they were hauling massive booties to compensate for their lack of breast size. The girls were clearly gifted with full asses and both decided to wear spandex compression shorts. The girl on the left wore green shorts and the girl on the right wore blue shorts, both equally rode up their ass, giving a tantalizing deep wedgie that could chew a tiny between their cheeks with ease. Both girls were just checking out the shelves, struggled to reach the higher shelves. The girls looked like they were ready to hit the gym or perhaps they just wanted the attention. Their thick rears jiggled and bounced as they hop and bump into each other with little abandonment. As you two walked right behind them, you were left gawking at the sight while Mari nod in approval, knowing full well the burden of a thick figure.
You two approached the tiny section of the Tech Store, a vast table that acted like a mini pavilion with multiple mini tables that displayed many tiny products for the affected to peruse through. There were a few tinies checking out the gadgets that could improve their daily lives though some of them admittedly wouldn't be helpful to you in most situations.
There were tables lined with cases filled with miniature electronics devices such as phones and tablets, and laptops catered towards the affected. They would definitely help tinies with work and provide personal benefits but sadly knowing your luck, they wouldn't help you in the slightest. A tablet or Laptop would help with your life long career in Engineering but the trick is not letting it be crushed by an unobservant woman. Then there were the phones they sell, but you mostly get the cheap ones now, the expensive don't last in your possession.
*****
You remember getting your first new phone at the end of middle school, it was top of the line and very expensive but sadly you lost it at the end of a horrible experience during gym class, after an hour being crushed by meteor sized booties by girls doing their long/triple jumps. Your battered body was squashed flat amongst the grains of sand on the last girl's left bare ass cheek, revealed by her tiny gym shorts riding up after landing in the sandpit. You were spared being a tattoo on her ass hidden from sight for the rest of that day, with a simple swat, she brushed off all the sand as well as you and readjusted her gym shorts, trying to look more modest. Your paper thin form fluttered down to the concrete below as the girl left, none the wiser of your whole ordeal. You finally reformed but were already running late for your next class, looking back at the sandpit where you had dropped your phone. The next class of girls were lining up for their jumps, making you realize that your phone wasn't worth it.
Phone number 2 was lost in Ashley's cleavage, phone number 5 was lost in Mari's underwear drawer, probably still there. Your latest phone was cheaper and wasn't really that reliable, you had called your mother since you were partially squished to a chair thanks to Jenna. Your mother had answered your call but the reception was horrible.
"Mom… lp me, I'm stu… chair" you desperately begged your mother to come to your rescue but your mother couldn't make heads or tails what you said. Your mother pulled out the chair and prepared to sit down, you screamed and begged again as doom descended down on top of you.
"Mom…don… sit down… chair!" *SQUISH* Those were the last things your mom heard before she wiggled in her seat, all she could make out was you ask for her and the words sit down and chair but why and what was that loud noise at the end? "Matt, sweety, please call back when you have better reception." Lauren had hung up on Matt but it didn't really matter, you were a smear under her weight and couldn't speak anyways
*****
Looking to the edge of the table, you saw a RC car modeled after a ferrari with a remote control set up in a small race track for tinies lined up with many boards that form a fence to keep the RC car from veering right off the table. You always wanted to own a RC car, you heard that RC cars made mostly for kids were recycled and built with modified driver's seats and made as the ideal transportation for the affected. You two stared in amazement when something caught your eye.
The course was set up just at the edge of the table, a massive display massage chair that stood ominously below. You looked up and saw Mari was eyeing the massage chair, something that would do wonders for her. Before Mari could even take a step towards the chair for a divine experience. A little girl wearing her school uniform had took the seat for herself, the brat wasn't alone. The small girl was accompanied by her mother, who was a bonafide milf by definition. Raven hair styled into a bob cut, most of her cleavage spilling out of a tight button up blouse, blouse that had a few buttons struggling to keep her mounds in check. With a narrow waist and large childbearing hips, from behind you could easily see some of her pale monolithic asscheeks peek out from underneath her skirt. Her hips swayed side to side as she passed the tiny section, not bothering to glance down at the tinies that were encapsulated with her looks.
"Sweety, mommy will be right back." The mother said with glee as she sauntered right past you and Mari and towards the back of the Tech Store making sure her daughter was in clear sight.
The daughter had claimed the massage chair for herself, it was much bigger than her so she barely filled any space. The mother's little angel enjoyed a chocolate chip cookie and turned on the massage chair to pass the time, Mari would have to wait her turn now.
Since the 1% of the population is shrunken, mostly men. Most women lost the satisfaction of feeling their partners in bed. There was still some fun but most tinies would say that being stuffed into their lover's vagina, squished by their tight walls until she climaxes isn't the greatest experience. Tech store's saw their opportunity to salvage something from this world wide epidemic, and decided to sell sex toys hidden in the back with much success.
Lately you heard there was a computer that scanned male tinies to calculate the size of their dick. A short process later, a sex toy with rough measurements estimated by a computer on what a male tiny's size would be if they weren't affected, even modify it if need be. This was an interesting prospect as well as a bit demoralizing. It would be nice to know what your size would be, not a night will go by where you would dream about holding your newly wedded wife, Mari held tightly in your arms as she's lifted up with ease. She seductively says your name, begging for you to fuck her silly, but sadly this will always be a dream. A small teardrop descends from your right eye. The thought that a toy could easily replace you or even satisfy Mari more than you ever could, caused your heart to quake deep down. Looking up at Mari, you see her biting her lower lips, staring at the back of the store.
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