Helping Norah Stay Clean (Part Two)
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 7
by
Bobob1
Peeling your squished form off of the couch, Tracy effortlessly picked your clothes off with her fingernail and flicked the remnants of fabric scraps into the trash can. With you naked, she was easily able to stretch and mold your body, contorting your malleable form into a roughly rectangular shape about a foot long. She then used her thumb to press into your face and harshly smear your facial features into an unrecognizable blob, your vision blurring as she did so, and your mouth morphing into a useless lump.
Satisfied, Tracy strolled back over to Norah’s exercise room, opened the door, and held you out like she was presenting a gift. “Got you that sweat rag, Aunt Norah! Sorry it took me a minute.”
“Ah, it’s no problem at all, dear. You’re so nice, Tracy.” Norah gushed, stepping off her yoga mat to grab you. As soon as she approached, you could see the blurry image of her smile warmly at your sister, and not even spare you a second glance as she grabbed you with her slimy hand and clenched you tightly. Only Tracy glanced at you for a lightning quick second, smirking as she did so.
Norah threw you over her shoulder as she returned to the center of the room. Looking over her shoulder at Tracy, she cocked her head quizzically to the side. “This sweat rag feels quite odd, don’t you think?”
Tracy, ever quick on her feet, smile easily. “Oh, I think it’s one of my mom’s specially ordered rags. Supposed to be comfy but also super absorbent? I think that’s what it is, I grabbed it from a stack in the bathroom.” The lie came out smoothly, and Norah nodded innocently.
“Is that right?” Your aunt chuckled. “I’ll put it to the test, then!”
Tracy grinned, half genuinely and half maliciously. Her plan would’ve been ruined if Norah had called her out on the lie, as excellent as it was. Thankfully for Tracy, her plan was flawless. “I’ll leave you to it!” Your cruel sister giggled, then excused herself, closing the door behind her.
Norah went back to some simple stretches, leaving you lying over her shoulder. The tiny, cramped room was unbelievably hot, the unbearable temperatures nearly searing. You were sweating buckets in seconds, as was your aunt, and Norah’s sweat mixed with your own to create a fearsome bog of disgusting stench. You fought to squirm to alert Norah, but you were too thoroughly crushed by Tracy to move. Similarly, you found reforming equally challenging, and you were still a flat, vaguely washcloth shape five minutes later, when…
“Oh, goodness. That was very exhausting!” Norah sighed aloud, as she reached for you. Your blood ran cold as her hot fingers touched your body and dragged you off her shoulder. You gave one last, futile attempt to wiggle, but it was no use. All you could do in those last moments was look through smeared eyes at your curvaceous giantess aunt, who was clad in a tight sports bra and form-fitting compression shorts.
Seconds later, Norah slammed you into her taut abdomen, pressing you firmly into her sweat-slicked skin. You winced from the impact, and double-so once your titanic aunt began scraping you up and down her tummy, using your absorbent body to gather up every remaining bit of sweat from her. You wished you could stop it, but your body’s natural processes greedily sucked up all of Norah’s sweat like a good little sweat rag.
Impressed at the ‘specially ordered rag’ Tracy had given her, Norah smiled appreciatively as she continued to rub you all over her body. She wedged you down her cleavage, rummaging you around her sizable tits until you’d sopped up all their collected sweat. Norah then dragged you up and down her toned legs, going so far as to clean between her toes and under her soles with your face, forcing you to taste every inch of her dirty and sweaty body.
Last of all, Norah smiled sheepishly, silently glad that Tracy was in the other room, and stripped out of her compression shorts. It took her a minute to wiggle the skintight shorts off of her booty, but she finally did so, filling the room with an extra pungent odor. Mentally screaming at your aunt, begging her to stop, you braced for impact as Norah slammed your beaten, abused body into her tight butt cheeks (as she had been wearing nothing underneath her shorts).
Scrubbing you dutifully into her cheeks, Norah decimated your body with sweat and stench in equal measure. She rubbed you in methodical circles around her plump cheeks, humming a little tune as she did so. Your body contorted and squished as she did so, amazing Norah even further. She couldn’t believe that this new sweat rag could be stretched into whatever shape best cleaned her at any given moment.
Wanting to test this great new sweat rag to its limits, Norah twisted your head and your feet, pulling you taut into a skinnier, lengthier rope-like form. This caught you off guard, until you were hit with an earth-shattering realization, and your world crashed down around you. You fought with every fiber of your being to stop your oblivious aunt, but it was no use at all.
Wielding you like string, Norah proceeded to wedge your body into her sweltering, sweat coated butt crack. Using you like you were nothing more than floss, Norah dragged you up and down the inside of her crack, forcing you deeper into her as she did so. Blushing at the pleasantly ticklish sensation, Norah was none-the-wiser to what she was truly doing as she forced her tiny nephew deep into her meaty ass, forcing your body to soak up every last drop of gross sweat.
When she was finally done, Norah retrieved you from the depths of darkness, and daintily held you by two pinched fingers. You were soaked to the point of dripping with Norah’s sweat, your body caked with stench and dirt. You were barely hanging on mentally, fighting the urge to pass out. Through your one barely visible eye you glanced at your aunt, begging her to see you. Instead, she merely crinkled her nose and chuckled.
“I did quite a number on you, huh? Goodness!” Norah smiled. “Still, what an amazing rag! I’ll have to use you again sometime!”
Without another thought, Norah dropped you onto the floor on top of her previously discarded compression shorts. Seconds later, she unhooked her well-worn sports bra and dropped it down over you, squishing you out of sight. A minute later you felt a sense of weightlessness as Norah hefted you and her gross clothes off the ground, and she sauntered out of the room.
Tracy, watching TV in the same spot you’d been, gaped at her aunt as she left the room. “Aunt Norah! What if Hunter was out here?” Your sister cried with surprise, gesturing to your aunt’s totally naked form.
Norah blinked in confusion, and then gasped. “My goodness, that totally slipped my mind! I’m sorry.” She blushed in embarrassment. “Where is Hunter, if I may ask? Haven’t seen him today.”
Your sister swore under her breath, not meaning to bring you up. “He’s…uh…still asleep, I think. I haven’t seen him today either.”
Norah puzzled this over in her mind for half a second before nodding, satisfied. “Okay. After I shower, we can just have an aunt and niece day! We’ll let Hunter sleep.”
“Sounds amazing, Aunt Norah.” Tracy grinned. She then leaned forward eagerly. “How was that special little rag?”
“A blessing!” Norah sighed with delight. “Never used such a great rag in my life. I’m throwing it in the wash now with my clothes. If you’ll let me, I’d love to use it more this week.”
Tracy nodded enthusiastically. “Of course. Put that silly thing through as much as you want to. It is its purpose, after all.”
A normal person might’ve been confused by your sister’s confusingly specific wording, but Norah merely chuckled and shuffled off to the laundry room. Not wasting a second, she tossed you and her workout clothes into the washer, poured in detergent, and went to take her well-deserved shower.
(FLASHBACK END)
You grimaced. “Norah held true to her hopes. After the wash cycle, I was still the exact same rag-shape, just sparkly clean. Tracy found me first, gloated about how good of a rag I was, then kept me pinned under a box all night so I couldn’t reform. Norah used me just as horribly the next morning, and then for every morning after that. Five straight days of wiping her whole body clean of sweat and grime.”
Quinn, enraptured, was practically whispering. “H-how did you finally stop it all?”
You managed a small smile. “I actually managed to, just barely, wiggle myself partially out from under Tracy’s box the final night. Because of that, I could reform my arm. When Norah went to use me the next morning, I waved frantically to her, she noticed, and then that was it. She let me reform, apologized for what she’d unknowingly done, and treated me to ice cream that night. It worked out in the end, I guess.”
Your black-haired roommate ran her hand through her hair. “Wow, dude. That’s pretty crazy. You have HOW many stories just like this one?”
“Hundreds.” You admitted. “Speaking of which…”
Satisfied, Tracy strolled back over to Norah’s exercise room, opened the door, and held you out like she was presenting a gift. “Got you that sweat rag, Aunt Norah! Sorry it took me a minute.”
“Ah, it’s no problem at all, dear. You’re so nice, Tracy.” Norah gushed, stepping off her yoga mat to grab you. As soon as she approached, you could see the blurry image of her smile warmly at your sister, and not even spare you a second glance as she grabbed you with her slimy hand and clenched you tightly. Only Tracy glanced at you for a lightning quick second, smirking as she did so.
Norah threw you over her shoulder as she returned to the center of the room. Looking over her shoulder at Tracy, she cocked her head quizzically to the side. “This sweat rag feels quite odd, don’t you think?”
Tracy, ever quick on her feet, smile easily. “Oh, I think it’s one of my mom’s specially ordered rags. Supposed to be comfy but also super absorbent? I think that’s what it is, I grabbed it from a stack in the bathroom.” The lie came out smoothly, and Norah nodded innocently.
“Is that right?” Your aunt chuckled. “I’ll put it to the test, then!”
Tracy grinned, half genuinely and half maliciously. Her plan would’ve been ruined if Norah had called her out on the lie, as excellent as it was. Thankfully for Tracy, her plan was flawless. “I’ll leave you to it!” Your cruel sister giggled, then excused herself, closing the door behind her.
Norah went back to some simple stretches, leaving you lying over her shoulder. The tiny, cramped room was unbelievably hot, the unbearable temperatures nearly searing. You were sweating buckets in seconds, as was your aunt, and Norah’s sweat mixed with your own to create a fearsome bog of disgusting stench. You fought to squirm to alert Norah, but you were too thoroughly crushed by Tracy to move. Similarly, you found reforming equally challenging, and you were still a flat, vaguely washcloth shape five minutes later, when…
“Oh, goodness. That was very exhausting!” Norah sighed aloud, as she reached for you. Your blood ran cold as her hot fingers touched your body and dragged you off her shoulder. You gave one last, futile attempt to wiggle, but it was no use. All you could do in those last moments was look through smeared eyes at your curvaceous giantess aunt, who was clad in a tight sports bra and form-fitting compression shorts.
Seconds later, Norah slammed you into her taut abdomen, pressing you firmly into her sweat-slicked skin. You winced from the impact, and double-so once your titanic aunt began scraping you up and down her tummy, using your absorbent body to gather up every remaining bit of sweat from her. You wished you could stop it, but your body’s natural processes greedily sucked up all of Norah’s sweat like a good little sweat rag.
Impressed at the ‘specially ordered rag’ Tracy had given her, Norah smiled appreciatively as she continued to rub you all over her body. She wedged you down her cleavage, rummaging you around her sizable tits until you’d sopped up all their collected sweat. Norah then dragged you up and down her toned legs, going so far as to clean between her toes and under her soles with your face, forcing you to taste every inch of her dirty and sweaty body.
Last of all, Norah smiled sheepishly, silently glad that Tracy was in the other room, and stripped out of her compression shorts. It took her a minute to wiggle the skintight shorts off of her booty, but she finally did so, filling the room with an extra pungent odor. Mentally screaming at your aunt, begging her to stop, you braced for impact as Norah slammed your beaten, abused body into her tight butt cheeks (as she had been wearing nothing underneath her shorts).
Scrubbing you dutifully into her cheeks, Norah decimated your body with sweat and stench in equal measure. She rubbed you in methodical circles around her plump cheeks, humming a little tune as she did so. Your body contorted and squished as she did so, amazing Norah even further. She couldn’t believe that this new sweat rag could be stretched into whatever shape best cleaned her at any given moment.
Wanting to test this great new sweat rag to its limits, Norah twisted your head and your feet, pulling you taut into a skinnier, lengthier rope-like form. This caught you off guard, until you were hit with an earth-shattering realization, and your world crashed down around you. You fought with every fiber of your being to stop your oblivious aunt, but it was no use at all.
Wielding you like string, Norah proceeded to wedge your body into her sweltering, sweat coated butt crack. Using you like you were nothing more than floss, Norah dragged you up and down the inside of her crack, forcing you deeper into her as she did so. Blushing at the pleasantly ticklish sensation, Norah was none-the-wiser to what she was truly doing as she forced her tiny nephew deep into her meaty ass, forcing your body to soak up every last drop of gross sweat.
When she was finally done, Norah retrieved you from the depths of darkness, and daintily held you by two pinched fingers. You were soaked to the point of dripping with Norah’s sweat, your body caked with stench and dirt. You were barely hanging on mentally, fighting the urge to pass out. Through your one barely visible eye you glanced at your aunt, begging her to see you. Instead, she merely crinkled her nose and chuckled.
“I did quite a number on you, huh? Goodness!” Norah smiled. “Still, what an amazing rag! I’ll have to use you again sometime!”
Without another thought, Norah dropped you onto the floor on top of her previously discarded compression shorts. Seconds later, she unhooked her well-worn sports bra and dropped it down over you, squishing you out of sight. A minute later you felt a sense of weightlessness as Norah hefted you and her gross clothes off the ground, and she sauntered out of the room.
Tracy, watching TV in the same spot you’d been, gaped at her aunt as she left the room. “Aunt Norah! What if Hunter was out here?” Your sister cried with surprise, gesturing to your aunt’s totally naked form.
Norah blinked in confusion, and then gasped. “My goodness, that totally slipped my mind! I’m sorry.” She blushed in embarrassment. “Where is Hunter, if I may ask? Haven’t seen him today.”
Your sister swore under her breath, not meaning to bring you up. “He’s…uh…still asleep, I think. I haven’t seen him today either.”
Norah puzzled this over in her mind for half a second before nodding, satisfied. “Okay. After I shower, we can just have an aunt and niece day! We’ll let Hunter sleep.”
“Sounds amazing, Aunt Norah.” Tracy grinned. She then leaned forward eagerly. “How was that special little rag?”
“A blessing!” Norah sighed with delight. “Never used such a great rag in my life. I’m throwing it in the wash now with my clothes. If you’ll let me, I’d love to use it more this week.”
Tracy nodded enthusiastically. “Of course. Put that silly thing through as much as you want to. It is its purpose, after all.”
A normal person might’ve been confused by your sister’s confusingly specific wording, but Norah merely chuckled and shuffled off to the laundry room. Not wasting a second, she tossed you and her workout clothes into the washer, poured in detergent, and went to take her well-deserved shower.
(FLASHBACK END)
You grimaced. “Norah held true to her hopes. After the wash cycle, I was still the exact same rag-shape, just sparkly clean. Tracy found me first, gloated about how good of a rag I was, then kept me pinned under a box all night so I couldn’t reform. Norah used me just as horribly the next morning, and then for every morning after that. Five straight days of wiping her whole body clean of sweat and grime.”
Quinn, enraptured, was practically whispering. “H-how did you finally stop it all?”
You managed a small smile. “I actually managed to, just barely, wiggle myself partially out from under Tracy’s box the final night. Because of that, I could reform my arm. When Norah went to use me the next morning, I waved frantically to her, she noticed, and then that was it. She let me reform, apologized for what she’d unknowingly done, and treated me to ice cream that night. It worked out in the end, I guess.”
Your black-haired roommate ran her hand through her hair. “Wow, dude. That’s pretty crazy. You have HOW many stories just like this one?”
“Hundreds.” You admitted. “Speaking of which…”
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April 23, 2025
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