You reflected how traumatized you were after the prom dance with Rebeca all those years ago, through your college career you were a little anxiety filled thing that was paranoia that every woman saw you as less of a person and more of a object(you were not always wrong) but while watching the news one night you first saw the politician Amy Baker speak and proposed Bakers Law. All of the anxiety that filled you was instantly emptied and replaced with rage, that is when your career in law began. Once you actually graduated and gained your diploma something everyone save Sara thought impossible all the fears and paranoia were gone.
Now you find yourself being smooshed between the fingers of that same bully from your past, she was focused purely on getting to the C.T.C office as fast as possible to solidified her owner ship of you. Seeing that the only thing you could do was be stretched and pulled your mind went back to that fateful day.
*****
Rebeca stormed home with you underfoot, the high-schooler felt giddy like a kid on Christmas night as she burst through her front door and stomped upstairs to her room. You were pancaked over and over inside her running shoes during her assent. Though knowing what plans she had in store you were not sure if you wanted out, a term that you learned years ago as a child came into mind "Object Mental Metamorphous" or O.O.M was a term a phycologist made in the early days of the epidemic. They found in the cases where tiny individuals were not just abused but were actually transformed and used as some object that act of dehumanization cause the mental felicities of the mind to decay and after prolong use the tiny in question loses themselves. This was a fear you had throughout your childhood and so far in High-School you were happy you have not experienced this. Also a note, those so called "Tiny Rights Activist" used this case study to say that because of how damaging this trauma could be it was important that friends and loved ones used their tiny family members as clothing and helpful objects to "rip the band aid clean", if some family members felt too uncomfortable then lend your tiny loved one to the C.T.C and they will be returned when the shock of the act was gone...however long that took differed. As your mind dwelled on the fear of being turned into living clothing the world turned upside down as Rebeca took of her shoe and shook it, till the tan flat cloth that was you gently fell to the floor between her feet.
Soon enough Rebeca not wanting to waste a single second then needed tore her school uniform off, her plump and thick assets jiggled freed from the confines of their tight restrains. Regaining partial use of your eyes you were able to see as the towering bully quickly tore her regular underwear off and how her straps were nearly threads from the effort of keeping her doughy thick ass contained. Freed from her underwear her ass nearly sprang forward, rippling jiggles ran from both cheeks warning you of the dreadful task you soon will repalce. Wanting to reform somehow you put all the will you could muster to try and quicken the process only for a familiar forceful hand to grip the perfect sheet of tan cloth and brought you up to a smirking face.
"You ready for the night you will never forget Ant!" Rebeca declared in a sinister cheerfully tone.
Not given near enough time to properly reform you were however to regain partial use of your mouth, knowing that you would not be understood but still attempted to plead to your captor you mumbled.
"P-lttehhh..sttpppphhh-" Your feeble attempts at speech were cut short as the giantess bully began to ball you up. Remembering the tiny thong guide she read online called, "Easy Guide to Tiny Thong Making!" it was a step by step guide for beginners on how to craft and enjoy the most comfortable thong experience. As Rebeca was using both flat palms to roll you into a perfect ball she recalled all steps in her head.
1. First find the cutest tiny around of course!
Lucky you.
2. After getting your cute friend flattened him good, we like to call this phase the "canvas" get a good grip on the little one. (most other projects here will start at this step too!)
She gripped you like a sheet of paper.
3. Now bunch up the Canvas and using both flat palms begin to gently ball it up, be gentle because we want the best rounded ball possible, if you are done and the ball shape is not to your liking don't worry, try this as many times till you are comfortable.
Taking these words of kind encouragement to heart Rebeca balled you up a total of six times till she felt that you fit the description, having your entire body flattened and rolled into a physical ball did not get any better the sixth time.
4. Now place your ball on a hard flat surface(desk,table,etc.) and with a fist flattened him out and with your knuckles knead your tiny till he looks like this.
A picture of a tan lumpy cloth was attached to the online guide, Rebeca treating you like a cooking recipe kneaded you till you resembled the example perfectly, your body was a mess at this point but knowing what was to come somehow made it worse.
5. Now you must find the thin limbs of your cutie here, separate them from the square cloth and attached them to each other. Hold one limb to another, hold in place for a few seconds while adding pressure and soon they will become attached.
A side note under step 5 said that outside aids and devices(like glue, clamps and so on) are not needed but their is no wrong way to do this.
6. After all limbs are looped do some final smoothing and adjustments.
Rebeca was doing her finishing touches on you really turning you into her ideal thong, you were almost checked out at this point.
7. Most important step....try him on and enjoy. Have a great day!
Before today you have been squashed, stepped on, stretched and used as patting in clothes or left on body parts but until now you were never reformed and shaped with a purpose. No one has gone through the elaborate and deliberate effort into turning you from a human being into an object, not only was the pain sheering and hard to put into words that would not come out as unrecognizable cries of agony but the feeling of not being a human anymore was horrible.
As you wallowed in pain and were fending off an existential crisis, the giddy school girl above wasted no more time. Her feet stepped into the "holes" she just made and while bending over she gripped them and skyrocketed you all the way up to the top of her thighs. There you were meant with sever resistance. Pain in your limbs were like a raging fire as your body not knowing what to do tried its best to fit around the thighs and get around the waist of this girl. Before you could even get used to this feeling though with a couple good tugs while swearing under her breath Rebeca forced you body to stretch again allowing you to complete the trip all the way to her doughy cheeks.
Faster then you could see the maw of her ass consumed your thin thong form with ease, finally wearing you proper Rebeca felt a shiver of pleasure course though out her body, the snug feeling of comfort that a tiny made thong gives to someone is also hard to put into words. Wanting more she pulled and wedged your face as deep as she could into her colossal clapping cheeks that pulverized you the entire dig in. Having your straps up high enough they were riding her hips she knew that you were in as deep as she could make it. She fell back onto her bed, the pleasure of dominating you while also the pleasure that your perfectly fitted thong form provided almost made her not want to go out at all, she just wanted to lay her in this room just the two of you enjoying you like this.
But after ten or so minutes she realized what was the point of a thong...to show it off! Putting her tight dress that did the impossible and drew you even closer to her depths she descended down stairs, each step caused her cheeks to part, giving you a false respite only to collide again chewing you bit by bit with each step. By the end of the stair case you felt like Rocky Balboa only your opponent in the "ring" were the all consuming ass cheeks of Rebeca Lewis, it was a pretty one sided fight.
Rebeca was now posing for photos before her mom drove her to the dance, she made a point to upskirt her dress in several, she wanted to share the limelight with her date after-all.
*****
If you could shake your head in disgust you would have remembering more of that awful day, but at this moment your head was smooshed in the grasp of Rebeca as she was parking in the C.T.C office to get her ownership official.
Next..
1. You recall the dance at prom in all it's gory details as Rebeca finalizes her license of ownership with issues.
2. Their is a hick-up while trying to get her ownership, it seems because you are employed they will need to contact your bosses to see if Rebeca will own you or the Law Firm will.
3. Someone you know is in the offices and sees you..are they a savoir or someone who finds this situation funny?
4. A protest is going on outside and one of the female protestors sees you in Rebeca's grip and attempts to free you.
5. Something unexpected good or bad happens...who knows?
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