Taken Home by Susan
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
azazel8
[This chapter was written in collaboration with Brucasco]
“Hehe. Don’t worry…” Even if she was having a little trouble standing right now, the blonde was still together enough to understand that drink driving wasn’t a good idea. “Ava called me a cab. It’s going to meet me out the front.” Listening from your prison, you waited for the next question, only to be disappointed as you heard the distant sound of Lilyana sighing in relief, and then your world moved back into motion again as Susan turned to head outside. As difficult as it was to accept, you realised with a heavy heart that you had been forgotten by the one person who could take you back home.
By the time you heard the sound of the cab door opening and closing you’d reformed enough to try to struggle, your still partially squished hands grasping at the surrounding flesh as you did your best to kick and scream for attention. On the one hand, you were successful in at least getting Susan’s attention as she leant back into her seat, but on the other all this earned you was a crushing squeeze that instantly undid all of your progress towards reforming. You did manage to jog your newfound girlfriend’s memory regarding your location, but that wouldn’t help you too much unless you could actually speak to her to clear up her existing misunderstandings. A fact that was emphasised as she started continuously squeezing her breasts while giggling happy. “Are you having fun in there cutie? I’m sure you are. I can’t wait to get you home. We’ll get you all settled in and comfy in no time.”
By the time Susan was opening the door to her studio apartment, she’d sobered up enough to think a little straighter as she sauntered confidentially over to her bed, and finally plunged a hand into her cleavage to retrieve her little lover. Covered in a sheen of sweat, squished, twisted, and breathing heavily, you were nevertheless pleased to be free, dangling uselessly from her fingers for a moment as you forced yourself to reform. Dexterous fingers shifted you to an upright position, and you drew a breath to speak, only to be interrupted as Susan’s visage suddenly loomed large before you, and before you could even muster a protest you found yourself locked into a thoroughly passionate kiss.
Even if you hadn’t already been breathless, that kiss would have been enough to take your breath away. It wasn’t your first kiss with a girl, but no-one had never kissed you like this. The blonde’s lips roamed all over your face as she moaned deeply, her lips forming around your face and her hot breath filling your tiny lungs with each lustful exhalation. Despite your misgivings, you couldn’t help but enjoy it, your arousal rapidly rising to match your partner’s and your lips puckering to return the favour as best you could. You weren’t sure if she could feel your efforts, but when she did finally pull away you were both red and panting, your attempts to speak coming out as useless stammering. “I… I… you don’t… I mean… thanks but… I’m not really… what I mean is… you’re beautiful… er, I mean-”
Happy to see you were as into this as she was, Susan giggled happily at your red face and stuttered words, hands lowering to place you gently on the smooth satin sheets of her bed. “Don’t worry my little man, I promise there’s much more where that came from.” A flirty wink was sent your way as she rose back to her full height, the hands that had just held you now going to her shoulders as she began to slowly and sensually slide off the straps of her dress. “Just let me… change into something more comfortable, and we can see where this night goes from there.” Fascinated, you could do little but watch slack-jawed as the dress was pulled down inch by tantalising inch to reveal creamy skin.
As the blonde’s lacy black bra was uncovered, the full scope of her large breasts were revealed for your hungry eyes to devour, bouncing slightly in place as she gyrated her body for your benefit. Even if you’d been riding in them for hours, there was still something about seeing them out in the open like this that made you gulp. Your rapt attention did not go unnoticed either, Susan smiling brightly as she bent forward slightly to give you the best possible view, before slowing started to turn herself around and working her dress down further towards the bulging shelf of her rear. It looked as if the dress had been straining to maintain her booty to begin with, and your new girlfriend took her time rocking her wide hips back and forth as she revealed the mass of her rear with scintillating slowness.
You gulped again as you stared at the expanse. Despite how often you’d been crushed by women’s butts in the past, you had to admit that there was something incredibly alluring about the sight of those twin orbs dominating your vision. The lacy panties Susan had worn to match her bra had been utterly consumed at some point during her drunken dancing, leaving little to cover the acres of flesh. Giggles drew your gaze up to see the blonde giving you a flirty wink over her shoulder before her hands appeared and inched towards the clip of her bra. If you were red before you went scarlet now, finally regaining some control over your starstruck body and turning around so you couldn’t watch any further, barely resisting the urge to cover your eyes. “I… I… I didn’t see anything! I swear!”
Renewed giggles let you know that your words had at least been heard. “You’re such a gentleman. There’s no need for that though, you can watch if you want.” Not trusting yourself to answer that question, you ignored the invitation, trying to block out the fresh wave of giggles and rustling cloth as you searched desperately for some form of distraction. Fortunately, there was an overstuffed bookshelf just beside the bed, practically overflowing with texts, and you almost sighed with relief as you forced yourself to read the labels to focus your mind on anything else. After a few moments, you started to wish you’d found something else, or just tried the old fallback of thinking about baseball.
Every last book on the shelf concerned tinies in one-way or another, and you read the titles with a growing sense of unease, ranging from respectful, even helpful, books, to far more concerning affair. Some you were glad to see, like ‘Understanding Tinies’, ‘The Importance of Tinies’ and ‘Humanity in a Post-Virus World’. These you had read yourself, and you felt that they provided valuable insight into tinies, emphasising that you and your brethren were still human and should be treated as such. Then there were the kind of books you could have guessed Susan would own, like ‘What Tinies Want in a Woman’, ‘How to Appeal to Tinies’ and ‘Shepherding a Tiny’s Heart’. You’d never read them yourself, and wouldn’t trust the advice to be accurate, but their presence didn’t cause you particular concern.
If that had been all, you would have been fairly content, but mixed among the largely harmless texts were titles like ‘Tiny Training in 7 Easy Steps’, ‘Guide to a Well-Behaved Tiny’ and ‘Tiny Discipline for Every Age’. Books like that were becoming ubiquitous nowadays, and they were the kind of thing you didn’t like to see. They reduced a tiny to the status of a pet or young child, and while often their intentions were good but misguided, sometimes you believed they were written with ill-intent. You certainly didn’t want Susan to get it into her head that she should discipline you for saying no, or that she could train you into being the ideal boyfriend for her even if you said you didn’t want to be. Even worse were titles like ‘Lovingly Concealed, Keeping Your Tiny Close to You’, ‘Hide or Squish, and Other Fun Games to Play with Tinies’ and ‘101 Exciting Ways to Play with Your Tiny’. You really didn’t like the sound of those, making tinies sound more like a toy or accessory for their female owners.
The sound of movement broke your attention, and you risked a brief glance over your shoulder only for any thoughts of books to vanish as you turned instantly red and stumbled backwards, falling onto the sheets as you stuttered out broken words. Looming above you, Susan had changed into a sheer chemise, hiding basically zero percent of her skin through the thin fabric, and making it abundantly clear that she was no longer wearing underwear. Your mouth went dry as your eyes blew wide, and for a moment any thoughts of objecting to this arrangement fled your mind. Then, you remembered the books and the blonde’s earlier words, and tried to find the words to speak. You at least wanted to ask to speak to your roommates and let them know where they could pick you up in the morning.
However, before you could find the words Susan leant forward and climbed into the bed, her breasts swinging tantalisingly as she crawled towards you, robbing you of any words again as her body filled the sky. Her weight shifted the sheets beneath you, the entire surface of the mattress compressing and subtly angling you towards her approaching form. Physically and mentally, you found yourself drawn to this goddess, the wholeness of her dominating you as your perception of the world zeroed in to this one individual. You could see the clear intent in her eyes as her face came to rest above you, her expression loving as she smiled brightly at you, and a half-moan heard rising in her throat.
“Hehe. Don’t worry…” Even if she was having a little trouble standing right now, the blonde was still together enough to understand that drink driving wasn’t a good idea. “Ava called me a cab. It’s going to meet me out the front.” Listening from your prison, you waited for the next question, only to be disappointed as you heard the distant sound of Lilyana sighing in relief, and then your world moved back into motion again as Susan turned to head outside. As difficult as it was to accept, you realised with a heavy heart that you had been forgotten by the one person who could take you back home.
By the time you heard the sound of the cab door opening and closing you’d reformed enough to try to struggle, your still partially squished hands grasping at the surrounding flesh as you did your best to kick and scream for attention. On the one hand, you were successful in at least getting Susan’s attention as she leant back into her seat, but on the other all this earned you was a crushing squeeze that instantly undid all of your progress towards reforming. You did manage to jog your newfound girlfriend’s memory regarding your location, but that wouldn’t help you too much unless you could actually speak to her to clear up her existing misunderstandings. A fact that was emphasised as she started continuously squeezing her breasts while giggling happy. “Are you having fun in there cutie? I’m sure you are. I can’t wait to get you home. We’ll get you all settled in and comfy in no time.”
By the time Susan was opening the door to her studio apartment, she’d sobered up enough to think a little straighter as she sauntered confidentially over to her bed, and finally plunged a hand into her cleavage to retrieve her little lover. Covered in a sheen of sweat, squished, twisted, and breathing heavily, you were nevertheless pleased to be free, dangling uselessly from her fingers for a moment as you forced yourself to reform. Dexterous fingers shifted you to an upright position, and you drew a breath to speak, only to be interrupted as Susan’s visage suddenly loomed large before you, and before you could even muster a protest you found yourself locked into a thoroughly passionate kiss.
Even if you hadn’t already been breathless, that kiss would have been enough to take your breath away. It wasn’t your first kiss with a girl, but no-one had never kissed you like this. The blonde’s lips roamed all over your face as she moaned deeply, her lips forming around your face and her hot breath filling your tiny lungs with each lustful exhalation. Despite your misgivings, you couldn’t help but enjoy it, your arousal rapidly rising to match your partner’s and your lips puckering to return the favour as best you could. You weren’t sure if she could feel your efforts, but when she did finally pull away you were both red and panting, your attempts to speak coming out as useless stammering. “I… I… you don’t… I mean… thanks but… I’m not really… what I mean is… you’re beautiful… er, I mean-”
Happy to see you were as into this as she was, Susan giggled happily at your red face and stuttered words, hands lowering to place you gently on the smooth satin sheets of her bed. “Don’t worry my little man, I promise there’s much more where that came from.” A flirty wink was sent your way as she rose back to her full height, the hands that had just held you now going to her shoulders as she began to slowly and sensually slide off the straps of her dress. “Just let me… change into something more comfortable, and we can see where this night goes from there.” Fascinated, you could do little but watch slack-jawed as the dress was pulled down inch by tantalising inch to reveal creamy skin.
As the blonde’s lacy black bra was uncovered, the full scope of her large breasts were revealed for your hungry eyes to devour, bouncing slightly in place as she gyrated her body for your benefit. Even if you’d been riding in them for hours, there was still something about seeing them out in the open like this that made you gulp. Your rapt attention did not go unnoticed either, Susan smiling brightly as she bent forward slightly to give you the best possible view, before slowing started to turn herself around and working her dress down further towards the bulging shelf of her rear. It looked as if the dress had been straining to maintain her booty to begin with, and your new girlfriend took her time rocking her wide hips back and forth as she revealed the mass of her rear with scintillating slowness.
You gulped again as you stared at the expanse. Despite how often you’d been crushed by women’s butts in the past, you had to admit that there was something incredibly alluring about the sight of those twin orbs dominating your vision. The lacy panties Susan had worn to match her bra had been utterly consumed at some point during her drunken dancing, leaving little to cover the acres of flesh. Giggles drew your gaze up to see the blonde giving you a flirty wink over her shoulder before her hands appeared and inched towards the clip of her bra. If you were red before you went scarlet now, finally regaining some control over your starstruck body and turning around so you couldn’t watch any further, barely resisting the urge to cover your eyes. “I… I… I didn’t see anything! I swear!”
Renewed giggles let you know that your words had at least been heard. “You’re such a gentleman. There’s no need for that though, you can watch if you want.” Not trusting yourself to answer that question, you ignored the invitation, trying to block out the fresh wave of giggles and rustling cloth as you searched desperately for some form of distraction. Fortunately, there was an overstuffed bookshelf just beside the bed, practically overflowing with texts, and you almost sighed with relief as you forced yourself to read the labels to focus your mind on anything else. After a few moments, you started to wish you’d found something else, or just tried the old fallback of thinking about baseball.
Every last book on the shelf concerned tinies in one-way or another, and you read the titles with a growing sense of unease, ranging from respectful, even helpful, books, to far more concerning affair. Some you were glad to see, like ‘Understanding Tinies’, ‘The Importance of Tinies’ and ‘Humanity in a Post-Virus World’. These you had read yourself, and you felt that they provided valuable insight into tinies, emphasising that you and your brethren were still human and should be treated as such. Then there were the kind of books you could have guessed Susan would own, like ‘What Tinies Want in a Woman’, ‘How to Appeal to Tinies’ and ‘Shepherding a Tiny’s Heart’. You’d never read them yourself, and wouldn’t trust the advice to be accurate, but their presence didn’t cause you particular concern.
If that had been all, you would have been fairly content, but mixed among the largely harmless texts were titles like ‘Tiny Training in 7 Easy Steps’, ‘Guide to a Well-Behaved Tiny’ and ‘Tiny Discipline for Every Age’. Books like that were becoming ubiquitous nowadays, and they were the kind of thing you didn’t like to see. They reduced a tiny to the status of a pet or young child, and while often their intentions were good but misguided, sometimes you believed they were written with ill-intent. You certainly didn’t want Susan to get it into her head that she should discipline you for saying no, or that she could train you into being the ideal boyfriend for her even if you said you didn’t want to be. Even worse were titles like ‘Lovingly Concealed, Keeping Your Tiny Close to You’, ‘Hide or Squish, and Other Fun Games to Play with Tinies’ and ‘101 Exciting Ways to Play with Your Tiny’. You really didn’t like the sound of those, making tinies sound more like a toy or accessory for their female owners.
The sound of movement broke your attention, and you risked a brief glance over your shoulder only for any thoughts of books to vanish as you turned instantly red and stumbled backwards, falling onto the sheets as you stuttered out broken words. Looming above you, Susan had changed into a sheer chemise, hiding basically zero percent of her skin through the thin fabric, and making it abundantly clear that she was no longer wearing underwear. Your mouth went dry as your eyes blew wide, and for a moment any thoughts of objecting to this arrangement fled your mind. Then, you remembered the books and the blonde’s earlier words, and tried to find the words to speak. You at least wanted to ask to speak to your roommates and let them know where they could pick you up in the morning.
However, before you could find the words Susan leant forward and climbed into the bed, her breasts swinging tantalisingly as she crawled towards you, robbing you of any words again as her body filled the sky. Her weight shifted the sheets beneath you, the entire surface of the mattress compressing and subtly angling you towards her approaching form. Physically and mentally, you found yourself drawn to this goddess, the wholeness of her dominating you as your perception of the world zeroed in to this one individual. You could see the clear intent in her eyes as her face came to rest above you, her expression loving as she smiled brightly at you, and a half-moan heard rising in her throat.
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