This choice: Wearing you changes Madylinn's world view. • Go Back... Matt has been flattened too many times to count and even after four decades of it he can safely say it never gets any easier. But as Madilynn smooshes him flat against the cold bathroom counter in the lions lair that was the CTC headquarters he feels a colder dread than he has in years. As Madilynn begins the dehumanizing and utterly painful process of forming him into her thong Matt reflects that some things never change. Sure he and Mari like to tell the girls how great life was when they met, a starcrossed story of the ages but you leave out all the near misses and borderline disasters that nearly ended your life. You like to think that you do this because you don't want to worry them while hoping Mari does the same and that she has not forgotten all the horrible things you went through before finally getting married.
When his mind is able to form coherent thoughts as his body is stretched and formed he realizes how terrifyingly skilled Madilynn is at forming a tiny, well that must be because of her WWC beliefs showing as she forms Gregory her husband into things all the time, using him with love and care. But as she folds you into yourself for the fifth time and you realize she is still not done your feel and shape felt off to the stoic giantess as she repeats the folding, flattening and kneading more and more until you are a perfect tan square the right size for a thong. You can only groan and once again you question how people like Gregg actually enjoy this.
As she beheld Mr. Jacobs in her hands smiling in triumph when she finally got him right Madilynn mused how long it's been since she formed someone not Gregg….then she realizes just what she was doing and feels horridly guilty. She assumes that she was coping and lost herself in a familiar activity to try and ignore the brutal reality…it may have worked too well. Once the agreement was made she steeled herself to sacrifice her personal beliefs for the better of the fondation, Matt volunteered himself as well so she must be as brave as him. After all this was her fault despite Jenna wanting to blame herself, to Madilynn she is aware that her tastes are peculiar compared to others and she feels a certain amount of shame about that. Either women assume she is a heartless monster like them who enjoys using and torturing tinies for her own pleasure or others find her an oddity when she wants an actual relationship with Gregg while still wanting to wear him at home. Both sides of tiny rights find the WWC an odd duck and mistrust them, it’s fine for the most part but now it has blown up in her face. So she supposes once she had Matt in hand and got to work doing something familiar and something she knows how she went into autopilot and zenned out shaping him.
“Damn it Madi get your shit together..”
She mumbled to herself and Matt if he could hear her, with a surrendering sigh she pressed forward. With expert precision she began the process of forming this perfect tan square that is her boss’s brother into a thong, it took little effort with her well versed skilled hands. Thinning out the corners to make the loops, tying them together and then kneading and pressing the rest until the perfect human shaped thong is formed. Wanting to get things done with and start the clock on their “sentence” she quickly grabs the spray body of Full Length that the young assistant of Penelope Chambers handed her with a toothy grin. Spraying him down and locking Matt into a tiny thong that she will need to wear for three months she hopes he understands this is just as bad to her as it will be to him. Wiping tears from her eyes, Madilynn then unzips her skirt and lets her regular panties fall to the floor.
“What the hell Madilynn, why did you put my face here!?”
Matt roared inside his head, the spray did its job freezing him. He knew about that and was ready but what he was not ready for was for Madilynn to make his face inside the thong and face her plump ass. In the rush to get things done she failed to notice this, Matt just hoped that she would notice and not sentence him to three months deep in the dankest of her rear.
With one last long heavy sigh Madi dropped Thong-Matt down and stepped into his leg holes, she shimmied him up trying not to think about it too much. This crossed every line she believed in but knowing that only after three months of this they can go back to their good work and make the world a better and properly informed place motivated her. Plus depending how one looked Matt did consent so….in a roundabout cruel way she is still abiding by her organization rules. This slight silver lining helped her as she got Matt past her upper thighs, now resting at the bottom of her ass she grabs him tight and fully plunges him deep unaware that she was rocketing his face deep into her crack.
After the sheering pain dulled as well as it could and Matt felt his tight confined flesh prison somehow get more compressed as Maddilynn put her skirt back on he seethed with rage, not at Madylin(though he will share some words with her in three months about his face placement) but after all these years he foolishly thought that situations like this were somehow behind him. Now being flossed by the well endowed behind of his sister's assistant he questions if this is something he will ever truly be rid of.
Jenna perks up when finally she sees Maddlynn exit the rest room…with Matt nowhere in sight…
She looked at her assistant’s swelling backside and knew where he was and that at the end of the day it was her fault twice over why he is there, she is the one who invited him here and she is the one who forbade a woman she considers a trusted friend from living her preferred lifestyle because of her own hang ups. All of this was her fault and she knew it and will never forget it, nor will she forgive the horrible woman who forced them all in this. Stepping quickly to comfort Maddylinn Jenna gently placed a hand on her shoulder.
“Hey are you two….okay?”
She watched as Madilynn needed to process how to answer her, a deep blush was on her usually stoic assistant face, if the circumstances were different Jenna may have even been able to enjoy how cute it made her look.
“We are fine…..Ms. Jacob's your brother is a good man and I will try my best to make his….stay as unpleasant as I can.”
She says and Jenna is relieved to see more of her determined and strong friend back, ofcourse it was soon ruined.
“Like that's all good and everything but before you leave I am gonna need some proof of cooperation.”
Althea the young and full figured assistant said in a disinterested tone, it was not known to any but her but she was hoping her boss was gonna let her mess with you today. She had sooo many fun ideas to play with you and hell even if she fed you to Doc Reed then she would have been able to pop in and “help” with experiments. Now she is gonna have to find some new toy to pick up before heading home today, no sense in letting all her ideas go to waste.
Well first things first, the tanned assistant stepped forward as she fished out her cell phone from her cleavage…..an activity you would not associate with the professional assistant of someone like Penelope but to be fair you couldn't even see it anyhow.
“Let’s just take this picture and we all go home.”
She told your sister and wearer, Madilynn gently separated from Jenna and her gentle expression she was sharing with your sister sharpened with a cold edge facing the obnoxious assistant.
“I am not taking off my skirt in the hallway.”
She told her in her usual cold tone, Althea just smiled back and purposefully leaned forward checking out Madilynn’s ass.
“Well we are all the poorer for it but chill girl, I am on the clock but maybe if you take me to dinner then we can talk about stripping in front of me.”
She said enjoying how her comment soured Madilynn's expression before finishing.
“Just tug a strap out and it will be enough.”
She said and the suggestion clearly enraged Madilynn but she was so tired already from all of this and knew arguing would lead to nowhere with this annoying brat so she complied, her hand digging under her skirt and tugging out a strap that was once your right leg and arm. No one could hear but you made a muffled squeal of pain. If it was any consolation Madi snapped it back the second the picture was taken.
“How does that prove anything?”
Jenna demanded as the assistant was texting someone on her phone, Althea looked up at the two older women with a bemused smirk before desposting her phone back into her chest.
“Oh nothing really but Ms. Graham wanted me to see if you would do it, thanks by the way girls I got a raise for that.”
She said as she laughed walking away leaving you trapped in the situation they forced you in.
Jenna and Madilynn both found all of this so awkward so not long after they were played by Althea they too separated.
“I am soo sorry about all of this Madilynn and please tell Matt how sorry I am.”
She said feeling the tears come back, Madi pressed forward and reassured her.
“It’s done Mrs. Jacobs and we all have to endure this, but the work we are doing is too important to lose.”
Madilynn reminds her and with that they part, Jenna promising to check in on them when she can.
It was then that Madilynn recalled the five block walk to her car, which was now on top of a hill. Never forgetting you wrapped around her hips but now facing the uphill hike you never felt more there. Knowing her car is not coming to her she begins the long hike upward, already feeling a sweat gather and travel downward.
“I am sorry Mr. Jacobs..”
She muttered out loud and while you did not hear this you soon felt what she was apologizing for.  You have the following choice: 1. Continue |
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