The claw was practically on top of you before you came to your senses. Surrendering to a Katherine stan?! Were you out of your mind?! You dived out of the way, narrowly avoiding the claw's grasp.
"Noooooooo!" Courtney wailed in the same over-the-top way she did as when her fighter had been defeated by Gwen.
"There, there," Gwen said, patting her friend's back, perhaps a dash of real pity mixed in with naked amusement at her friend's dramatic response.
"We would've had such fun together!"
"I know, I know."
"Alright," Avril said, cracking her knuckles. "Stand back, ladies, it's my turn."
"Sure, Avril," Gwen said, rolling her eyes. "Show us how a master plays the game."
"Who said anything about playing?" Avril asked as she shrugged off her leather jacket then began wrapping it around her fist. "And I wasn't kidding when I told you to stand back."
Gwen realized what was about to happen before Courtney did and dragged her best friend to safety. You'd been committed to taking as long as possible to avoid the claw to escape these bullies, but when you realized what Avril was about to do, your eyes bulged and you stood frozen in fear. Avril lined up her fist with the crack in the display, pulled her arm back, and punched through the damaged glass, shattering it. Giant shards came falling down on top of you and you knew you would've been cut to ribbons if not for the near indestructible nature of your tiny body. That didn't mean it didn't hurt like hell when one large shard of glass landed on your body, pinning you in place.
Still using her leather jacket as protection, Avril reached into the claw game and grabbed you from underneath the glass. Detaching the few sharp fragments embedded in you, she stuffed your flattened form into the back pocket of her short shorts. With her prize secure, she turned to look back at her two friends.
"Told you I knew the trick to beating these."
Courtney looked wide-eyed in shock but Gwen seemed torn between anger at losing her insole and amazement at Avril's audacity. Before she could settle on an emotional response, she and her two friends heard loud voices from outside the arcade, along with footsteps rapidly approaching.
"CHEESE IT!" Gwen said.
The three girls booked it out of the emergency exit in the arcade, causing an alarm to go off as they sprinted away from the apartments. With every stride of Avril's thick legs, her massive backside bounced and you, helplessly imprisoned in her back pocket, could do nothing but bounce along with it, regretting you hadn't handed yourself over to Courtney when you had the chance.
*****
It was the middle of the night before the trio returned to the Greentower Apartments. Yellow and black police tape was around the entrance of the arcade and all three of them tried to act casual as they passed it and headed up the stairs to their apartments. The three friends said goodnight, having already made plans to play hooky again tomorrow. After all, they'd had so much fun today, why stop tomorrow? Courtney made her way upstairs to the her mom’s apartment, while Gwen and Avril left to make their way towards the other apartment buildings they lived in.
You'd spent the day thoroughly flattened by the girl's gargantuan ass. First when they'd gone to the movies, paying for the first then sneaking in to watch a few others, each time choosing seats that were already occupied by tinies. You were crushed again as the three pigged out on pizza, Gwen and Avril making a contest to see how many tinies they could sneak onto Courtney's slices without her noticing. They'd reached two dozen and she still never caught on, the only thing she'd noticed was that she was gassier than usual from just three slices. Finally you were squashed beneath Avril as she and her friends visited another arcade and played all kinds of nightmarish games with the tinies they encountered. Even obscured under the blubber of Avril's butt, you'd heard Gwen eventually finding a suitable insole and heard her give Courtney a new tiny to use as a G-string to compensate for the one she'd lost earlier.
Though many tinies had suffered at Avril's hands, feet and ass that day, you were the only one she'd taken back home with her.
Avril entered the two bedroom apartment she lived in alone. The walls were painted black and decorated with posters of bloody horror movies and overly edgy bands. The room was divided into a living room sporting a worn leather couch and a large, flatscreen TV and a kitchen in the back. The spare bedroom was where she'd set up her fashion studio, complete with sewing machine, Tinex fabric, Full Length spray and other assorted materials she needed for her work.
No sooner had the door closed behind her than Avril's phone buzzed, indicating she received a text.
It was from Mz. Doe. And the question was the same as always.
"New batch?"
Avril texted back, "On schedule," then put away her phone.
Now that she was finally back in the privacy of her own home, it was time to inspect her prize. Yanking your flattened form out of her back pocket, Avril inspected you with a critical eye. She was thoroughly unimpressed by what she saw. Though Courtney had hyped up your potential as clothing, Avril didn't put a lot of faith in her airheaded friend or the click-bait driven influencers she worshipped. Still, it couldn't hurt to try you out. Besides, if you were another dud then you'd just go along with the next batch.
"I'm only going to say this once, your life is over," Avril told you simply. "I know you're too flat to talk, but judging from that look in your eye, you can listen well enough to understand. I'm having this discussion with you now because for some reason you bugs keep thinking you have a chance to get out of here if you just beg or cry or scream loud enough. It's never worked. If you do any of that, I'll hurt you until you stop. Blink twice if you understand."
You blinked twice.
"Good. Now here's what's going to happen. You're going to be sold. To who, I don't know. My job is just to find tinies for my boss and recommend whether I think their best use is as a servant or as clothing. I've already reached my quota for this month but I get a bonus for any surplus that brings in decent cash. Since you're internet famous, it's possible some idiot may pay more for you."
You couldn't help yourself, even with your mouth too squished to talk, you couldn't help but try to cry out in protest, your voice muffled. Avril narrowed her cerulean eyes, grabbed your head with one hand and feet with the other, and stretched you out until your muffled screams of panic turned to muffled screams of pain.
"I told you what would happen," Avril said, letting your bottom half snap back into place once your screaming had stopped. "For the next 7 days, I'm going to test you to unlock your full potential, as my teachers are so fond of telling me. By the end of it all, you'll either be an obedient servant or a comfortable piece of clothes. Either way, you'll be sold. There is no other fate for you. Blink twice if you understand."
You blinked twice again, fighting back tears.
"Good," Avril said.
What she hadn't told you was that there was actually a third option for you. Not escape, of course. She'd never let anyone escape and wouldn't start with you. No. The only other fate that awaited you was if Avril decided not to sell you... but to keep you for herself.
After all, she'd already met her quota and she would gladly give up whatever bonus awaited her if she finally got her hands on a tiny that was actually worth a damn. Avril was well-versed on unlocking a tiny's full potential, she'd spent practically her whole life being trained in the craft, but despite all her efforts, she'd never found one she believed was good enough to be kept by her. At this point she doubted a tiny even existed who possessed that special something that made them worthy of serving her as a servant, as clothing, or both.
It's true that at first blush she found you to be a particularly unimpressive specimen, but... it never hurt to try.
Well, never hurt her.
The only question now was, what would she try first?
Choice 1) Avril tests you out as servant and gives you degrading tasks to perform.
Choice 2) Avril tests you out as various articles of clothing.
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