Chapter #5Jenna's Master Plan (Part Two) by: matthias   (Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker)
Millie found herself alone in the workroom, so she plugged her phone into a speaker to begin listening to her favorite lo-fi tunes. She grabbed a pen and paper and sketched a copy of what your sister had shown her, having already memorized it from only seeing it once. Millie had a nearly photographic memory, which was an extremely helpful boon for someone in the art and design industry.
The first step was that her client wanted the bikini thong to be a deep blue color as the base. Millie grabbed a bowl, poured in a bit of water, and then a healthy dose of the properly colored fabric dye. After mixing the ingredients, Millie tossed you inside the bowl, fully submerging you and using a cup as a weight to keep you pinned fully inside the bowl. Almost immediately, you felt your body begin to absorb the dye, and you cursed you and your tiny genetics for being so much more absorbent than a normal human.
Millie, while waiting, proceeded to get the rest of her supplies in order. She laid out a few strips of black rubbery fabric, a thin but sharply defined paint brush, gold waterproof paint, and then a special little chemical jar. The jar was filled with a misty coating of fabric bonding agent, which served to essentially 'glue' paints, dyes, and other fabric accessories together. It was a sealant of sort, used in almost every single Florence's Fabrics product as the finishing touch, to ensure their products could weather any beating or usage and still keep their pristine look.
After thirty minutes, Millie retrieved you from the bowl, and you caught the briefest glimpse of yourself in the mirror, causing your heart to sink. Your entire body, from stretched head to squished toe, had been thoroughly dyed a dark blue shade. You didn't look like your normal tan self at all anymore, and the mere knowledge of that thought (and the realization that you had no idea how long fabric dye took to wash out of a tiny's skin) sent you into a spiraling depression, leaving you numb to everything that followed.
Millie cracked her knuckles and then got to work, grabbing at different parts of you, pinching at others, and working you into the shape of a thong. Alongside the picture she'd been shown, there had also been measurements recorded. Impressive measurements, at that. Whoever this thong would be for was certainly a curvaceously blessed woman, and Millie temporarily doubted the ability of the fabric before her to be able to stretch to such a limit.
However, as soon as she started working, her worries melted away. Millie marveled at the soft stretchiness of the fabric. She was impressed by how malleable it was, while still maintaining form and support. Whatever company had designed this particular brand of synthetic fabric, Millie was quite happy to be using it. It really did feel just like an actual tiny!
After another twenty minutes, Millie was done. You had been one hundred percent turned into the shape of a thong. Your head, chest, and torso made up the body of the thong, while your arms and legs were entwined as the loops. Millie sealed the deal by dabbing some extra strength super glue at your left hand and left leg, and right hand and right leg, sealing them in place as perfect loops. You also realized with distress that your face seemed to be inward on the thong, and towards the back end. In other words, the absolute worst place to be!
It still wasn't over. Far from it. Millie laid you out on her working countertop, and then grabbed the black strips of rubbery fabric. She lined the strips with glue, and then pressed them down into your body, adhering them to your skin. She traced the strips around the edge of your body, and then wrapped them around your elongated limbs. The glue went to work instantly, hardening and locking into place around you like a tight shell you couldn't break free from.
You couldn't quite picture it from your vantage, but Millie had just given your dark blue body a striking black trim, highlighting your color and shape while also enhancing the support you provided. Of course, the trim, locked around you like a vice, would also keep you from reforming out of this thong shape, thanks to the bond of the glue!
For her second-to-last touch, Millie's gaze intensified as she picked up the brush, dabbed it in the golden paint, and proceeded to draw an intricate and eye-catching sunflower design on your back. She painted like perfectly, then gently blew on it to let the paint dry. You could feel the paint clinging to your naked back. The sunflower looked perfect, and brought the whole ensemble to a stellar close. It also further reinforced that, while bystanders might see the happy little flower, all you'd be seeing is the dank abyss of an ass crack.
That realization spurred you on to one final act of defiance against your sadistic sister, and you put every last ounce of strength you had into one miniscule little twitch. Sadly, you acted too little too late. At the exact moment you twitched, Millie spritzed your body with the sealant chemical, and though she saw your twitch, she assumed it was just your body moving from the puff of air that the spray bottle shot out. Not paying it any more mind, Millie went to retrieve her phone as she let the chemical agent do its thing, settling onto your body and freezing and locking everything into place.
Your fate was now truly sealed, and there was nothing you could do now but pray for a miracle. Otherwise, your sister had truly won, and this happy vacation would now be anything but.
*****
Jenna's phone pinged. It was a message from Aunt Cass.
Are you getting here soon? There wasn't an issue with your plane or luggage, was there? You know I offered to pick you up! The text read, a clear hint of urgency emanating from the words.
Jenna smiled at her aunt's caring nature, and replied. Just got in, actually. The plane was delayed. I'll be over soon.
The reply came back almost instantly. Okay, good. I love you, Jenna. Looking forward to our summer together!
Jenna smiled happily, content that all of her planning had been worth it. Even asking Cass for her measurements a month ago had gone smoothly, and Cass didn't seem to suspect a thing. Of course, Jenna knew she had her aunt wrapped around her finger.
Jenna's smile only grew as she beheld Millie return with you, tucked into an ornate box and garnished with a bow. Jenna thanked the cute girl profusely, paid the (admittedly somewhat exorbitant fee) and left the store, box under arm and suitcases in hand. Another uber was waiting outside for her, and Jenna slid in with her belongings. She told the driver Cass' address, and then spent the entire drive staring at your box. She kept it sealed, though, wanting the first time she saw you in your new form to be with you wrapped around Cass' big beautiful body.
Upon reaching Cass' house, Jenna wasn't even able to make it to the door before Cass bounded outside, the woman's joyful exuberance for life on full display. Jenna had only half a second to witness the extremely bodacious curves of her gorgeous aunt before Cass lunged at her. Cass buried Jenna in a tight hug, then helped her favorite niece carry the two suitcases into the house. She even paid for the uber, allowing Jenna time to gather her thoughts, calm her nerves, and prepare the final stage of the plan. She waited for Cass to come back inside, holding your box behind her back.
Cass eventually returned, a skip in her step. "Oh, this is going to be such an awesome three months, Jenna." Cass gushed. "Now, where's my favorite little guy?"
Jenna put on a mask of sadness, almost impressing herself with her acting skills. "Um...Aunt Cass...I actually had something to tell you about that."
Cass could sense the mood change. "Oh no, did something happen to Matt? Not again!"
Jenna splayed her hands. "Oh no, Matt's fine! He's just...not with me." She sighed melodramatically. "He was really looking forward to this trip, but then he got a job offer he couldn't turn down. You know how tricky it is for tinies to get nice, steady, non-dangerous jobs. He couldn't pass it up."
Cass' mood sank, but she nodded appreciatively. "I understand, and I fully support him. I love Matt a lot, I hope he knows that. Even if weird freak accidents get between me and him more often than not, I want to best for him."
Jenna began to smile. "Matt DID get you a little something, though. Remember when I asked for your measurements a while ago? Once Matt found out he couldn't come, he really wanted to buy you something very special."
Cass' eyes lit up. "Matt bought me something? Is it whatever is behind your back?"
"It is." Jenna nodded, holding the box out and passing it to Cass. "It's a super high-quality swimsuit that Matt picked out just for you, with some advice from my mom. He knew we'd be swimming at the ocean a lot this summer, so he figured a swimsuit would get a lot of use!"
"Will it ever!" Cass laughed. "Aw, that's so sweet of him. I'll wear it as much as I can!"
"How about now?" Jenna suggested. "I'll only need a second to change myself. Wanna hit the beach?"
Cass matched her niece's wide smile. "Do I ever! Let's see what little Matt got me, huh?" She said with a lilting laugh, as she tucked your box under her arm and raced upstairs. As soon as she was out of sight, Jenna let out a pent-up sigh, which devolved into a satisfied laugh.
Upstairs, Cass sauntered into her room, set the box down, and excitedly tore off the lid, peering down at her tiny nephew's gift. Through blurry vision, you stared back up at her and gulped in fear.
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