Tiny Roommate

A Condensed story. Inspired by Galiagan’s Tiny Roommate series.

Content Notes: F/m, shrunken man, disrespectful attitude, grabbing without asking, non-consensual entrapment, vore mention, breast play, Stockholm Syndrome

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Unlike most everyone else, Jessica thought the Condensation was hilarious.  She never imagined that it might happen to her, and so far it hadn’t.  It had happened to a girl from her high school class, but Jessica didn’t know her very well and she just giggled whenever she appeared on her Instagram, standing in the palm of her poor husband’s hand.

Not all of the Condensed had family or friends to look after them, and a number of government agencies and charitable organizations implemented a variety of programs to obtain secure environments for the shrunken people.  Jessica saw an advertisement offering a monthly stipend for people who took in Condensed people as roommates, and she could always use a little more cash.

“I mean,” she told her friend Shondra, “how much could one of those little bugs eat?  Give ‘em a tissue box to sleep in and they’re all set.”

“Don’t they check up on you to make sure you’re not abusin’ ‘em?”

“I’m not gonna abuse ‘em, Jesus.  I’m just sayin’ it’ll cost less than that stipend brings in.  Way less.”

“I thought you liked living on your own.”

“I like not having to clean up someone else’s mess or listen to their stupid music.  I wouldn’t mind having someone to chat or watch shows with, though.  If she ever got annoying I’d just put her in her box.”

“You bad, girl.”

“It’s not my fault they got tiny!  They should be grateful to whoever takes ‘em in.”

After she signed up to be a “care host,” Jessica had to submit to a background check and take a couple of classes on how to provide for and handle the Condensed.  There were two instructors, a normal guy and a tiny lady.  Picking her up wasn’t as big a deal as everyone made it out to be, and she had to keep a straight face while they ran through all the everyday things that could endanger tinies or make them scared or uncomfortable.

Then someone from the agency visited her apartment to see what accommodations she had made and to make sure she didn’t have any pets.  Jessica had looked online to see examples of other Condensed living arrangements and came up with a poor approximation located in a cardboard box on the floor in a corner of her bedroom.

The case worker said the “guest quarters” needed to be elevated at least thirty-six inches above the floor, preferably in a separate bedroom.  She also said Jessica needed to purchase special ladders to allow the “guest” to access the kitchen, the bathroom sink, and the toilet.  Jessica told her she would, but later when she looked up how much they cost, she said “Fuck that.”

Finally the day came when Jessica was notified by email that she had been assigned a “guest”:  Brian, age 28.

“Whoa,” said Shondra after Jessica had told her.  “You got a Tom Thumb instead of a Thumbelina.”

“Yeah, this is probably the only way I’d ever be roommates with a dude.”

“What about privacy and shit?”

“I don’t care what a bug-man sees.”

“He’s gonna be showering in your bathroom sink.”

“And his junk will be too small to see anyway.  Seriously, this is like worrying about a goldfish’s privacy.”

They emailed her Brian’s bio and she wasn’t going to bother with it until she saw his headshot.  What a killer smile.  The photo must have been from before he got tiny because his shirt fit him too well to be the kind of clothes available to the Condensed.

Turns out Brian had been a lawyer.  The bio said he still was.  How’s that gonna work?  Jessica laughed at the thought of a little bug lawyer addressing a jury.  Still, he looked pretty fine to her.  Maybe if they put him on a Jumbotron.

She remembered submitting her own bio and headshot without giving it much thought at the time.  She wondered if Brian had seen it and chose her based on it.  Do these little guys even get to choose who they stay with?  She hadn’t been given that choice.

The email specified the day and time she was to go to the agency to pick up Brian.  Literally, she thought with a snort.  His bio said “prefers being carried in a shirt pocket.”  She usually wore T-shirts, but she dug into her closet and found a button-down shirt with a pair of pockets.  It was old enough that she had to leave the top two buttons open.  I am not buying a whole new wardrobe for this dude.  She squeezed into her jeans and boots and set out.

At the agency they showed her into a conference room where Brian and a notary were already waiting for her.  Brian stood on the table next to an aluminum case about the size of a lunchbox.  He was wearing what looked like a red track suit that fit him fairly well but made him look like a tiny Russian mobster.  He smiled and waved up at her.

Jessica stopped and stared.  Brian wasn’t the first Condensed person she had seen in person, but he was the first whom she was expected to engage with.  She wanted to squeal “How cute!”, but some instinct held her back.  Not here.

The notary slid a long document across the table to a position between Jessica and Brian.

“This is the Comprehensive Guardianship Agreement,” she said.  “By signing this you acknowledge you have read, understood, and agree to abide by the terms of the Agreement.”

“I’ve read it several times,” Brian said to Jessica, who was startled by how clearly she could hear his voice.  “There’s nothing new or different from when you first applied for the program.”

Jessica found herself beaming at the little contract expert.  “That’s good enough for me,” she said.

“Very well,” said the notary, pointing to a minuscule block of text, “the client signs here.”

Jessica was bemused to see Brian pick up a half-inch-long marker from the table and sign his name with both hands.  The notary leaned forward with a magnifying glass to verify his signature, then offered a normal pen to Jessica, pointing to a normal-sized signature block.

“The vadge signs here,” she said.

“The what?”

“Vulnerable Adult Guardian,” the notary replied.  “V-A-G.”  Brian managed to look contemplative as he covered his mouth.  Jessica shrugged and signed the document.  The notary signed in a third signature block, then brought out her large, round stamp and placed it on the document beneath her signature.  Jessica and Brian watched in anticipation as she pressed the stamp down with a resounding thunk.

“That’s it,” she said, collecting the documents and returning them to her portfolio.  She didn’t even look at them again as she packed up and exited the conference room.  When they were alone, Jessica walked around to Brian’s side of the table, looming over and smiling down at him.  He craned his neck back to maintain eye contact.

“Nice to meet you, Jessica,” he said.

“Likewise,” she said, reaching for the three-inch-tall man slowly but deliberately.  He only took one involuntary step backward before letting her wrap her meaty hand around his body and lift him off the table.  Brian’s smile wasn’t any less charming when he was being held six inches from her face, level with her chin.  Her smile spread quite unconsciously at the idea of having this little guy in her apartment 24/7.  It wasn’t like he could go anywhere.

“Ready to go?” Jessica asked, indifferent to how loud her voice might be to Brian at this range.  He simply nodded, and she opened the button-flap for one of her shirt pockets and dropped him inside.  Her weighty boobs stretched the shirt out, preventing him from standing upright in the pocket and forcing him to recline along the slope of her breast.  Second base already, she thought with a chuckle.

Jessica started walking out of the conference room, but she was halted by a chirp coming from her chest.  “Don’t forget my case!”

She looked down to see Brian propping himself up out of her pocket and pointing to the lunchbox on the table.

“What’s in it?” she muttered.

“My work computer, all my clothes, basically everything I own now.”

“Oh, right,” she said casually as she leaned over to grab the case, almost spilling Brian back onto the table.  He frantically pulled himself back into her pocket and curled into a ball atop her tit.

Perhaps understandably, Brian didn’t poke his head out of Jessica’s pocket again until they reached her apartment.  “This is it, home sweet home!” heralded her whirlwind tour of the place, ending in her bedroom.  His box still sat on the floor in the corner and she set his case down next to it.  He didn’t try to evade her fingers when she reached for his pocket perch and she put him down by the case.

Brian opened a tiny latch on the side of the case and clambered inside to start transferring some of his belongings to the box that Jessica had provided.  Satisfied that he was settling in, she stripped to just her bra and panties and headed into the kitchen to fix some lunch.

She had just put two slices of French bread pizza in the toaster oven when she thought she saw something out of the corner of her eye crossing the kitchen floor.  Her feet were bare but she wasn’t going to let a roach in her kitchen survive.  She turned quickly and took a strong step toward the movement only to focus on Brian, who had ventured out of the bedroom and was now standing on the floor before her, his hands up in placation.

“Whoa, dude!” she exclaimed.  “Don’t sneak up on me like that!  You almost got smushed.”

“Sorry,” he said.  “I got tired of the red outfit, but I didn’t appreciate how much it distinguished me from an insect.”  Only then did Jessica notice that Brian’s outfit was now all-black.

“No worries,” she said, dropping to one knee and offering an open palm to him.  “Live and learn.”

Brian smiled and nodded and walked into Jessica’s grasp.  She lifted him from the floor and walked out of the kitchen to the dining table where she set him down.  He took a few steps backward and gazed in wonder at her expansive, exposed flesh.

“Get used to it, buddy,” she said.  “I don’t wear anything else when I’m home.”

“Fair enough,” he replied, removing his jacket.  “If you don’t mind, I think I’ll join you, seeing as how this is apparently a cockroach costume.”

“Suit yourself,” she said over her shoulder on her way back to the kitchen.  Jessica popped open a beer and finished half of it before the pizza slices were done.  She didn’t bother with cutlery as she plated the pizza and returned to the dining table.  Setting her pizza and beer down, she noted Brian was now wearing only a pair of tight boxer shorts.

“Lookin’ sharp, short stuff,” she said.  “Want anything from the kitchen?”

He looked at the pizza slices from one end to another.  “Is that all for you?”

“Yeah, I don’t know what y’all eat in Dinkytown, but this is what normal people eat.”

“I guess that explains all . . . that,” he said, gesturing toward her capacious abdomen.

Jessica’s smirk took on a predatory shade.  Brian was instinctively watching her hands but he failed to notice her belly advancing to the edge of the table and beyond.  The wall of flesh knocked him off his feet and rolled over his legs and pelvis.  He was pinned to the table face-down, and she could only see his head and arms extending out from under her gargantuan gut.

“All what?” she rumbled.  Brian was gasping for breath and didn’t try to articulate an answer.

“They might not have covered this in Orientation to Bug Life,” she continued, “but you’re only three inches tall.  It stands to reason that normal people would eat more than one of you runts.  In fact, I’m feeling extra hungry right now.  I could finish off this pizza all by myself and then finish you off for dessert.  How would you like that?”  She pushed herself forward, slamming his arms and head into the tabletop.  After resting her belly atop his immobilized body for another fifteen seconds, she rolled herself back until she was only pinning his legs again.

“What’s it gonna be?” she taunted, “under it or inside it?”

“This is fine,” he managed.  “No complaints.”

Magnanimous in victory, Jessica backed away slowly (in case he got stuck to her skin), then sat down and cut a small portion of pizza for Brian.  She finished the rest of the beer herself.

“So,” ventured Shondra, “how’s life with the mouse-man?”

“No complaints,” replied Jessica.  “He learned real quick to keep out from underfoot.”

“Is he as good company as you hoped?”

“I’d say so.  He has a long way to go before he catches up on my shows, but on his own he’s pretty funny.”

“I thought he was supposed to be some kind of lawyer.  Not exactly known for their comic chops.”

“He can be hysterical sometimes.  Couple days ago, I was lyin’ on the couch eating some grapes.  I guess I was bein’ kinda noisy about it—who knows what normal people sound like to dinkified people—cuz he crawls out from under the couch and says something like ‘Boy, those grapes sure musta done somethin’ real bad to deserve such a violent death’.”

“Hilarious,” Shondra deadpanned.

“Naw, it was funnier the way he said it.  I had the grapes on my stomach and I grabbed him off the floor and put him up on my chest so he could feed them to me.  The funny part was every time he brought a grape to me he made up a whole story about it and what it had done, like it was a criminal about to be executed.  Then I’d squish ‘em between my teeth and he’d pretend to be all scared.”

“Are you sure he was pretending?”

“Yeah, we were just messin’ around.  It was too funny.  I guess you had to be there.”

“I had to be where, climbing back and forth between your boobs?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you making out with a Ken doll.”

“What the fuck, Shondra?”

“I’m just sayin’, it happens.”

“How would we even . . . ?”

“Nope.  Uh-uh.  No way you’re tellin’ me you never seen Condensed porn.”

“Just little gay dudes ridin’ big dicks.”

“Uh-huh.  Right.  Just be careful.  One of your boobs landing on him would kill him.  It would take him days to find his way out of your ass.”

In fact, Jessica really hadn’t seen much in the way of porn featuring normal women having sex with Condensed people.  Now that Shondra had brought it up, she was even less interested in seeing it.  She wanted her relationship with Brian to be its own thing, not some edgy kink.

She took the next step in exploring the possibilities one day when she was gaming.  She’d had a couple of beers and she didn’t notice Brian climbing onto the couch, then up her thigh, over her belly, and finally squeezing between her boobs.  She had no idea how long he had gazed up at her before she noticed him almost fully encased in her flesh.  His familiarity and comfort with her enormous body warmed her heart.

She proposed a game whereby he would close his eyes and she would place him somewhere on her body, completely covered and compressed between masses of her flesh.  After a minute of being so enclosed he had to guess where she had held him.  Originally she imagined she would hold him between her breasts, of course, but also under her armpit, between her thighs, inside the rolls of her belly, and even between her cheek and shoulder.

Brian was eager and undaunted.  “What do I win if I guess them all correctly?”

Jessica smiled impishly.  “What would you like?”