Baby "Sitting" With Norah
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 8
by
Bobob1
(Originally written by Hectic)
“Speaking of which, I honestly can’t oversell it enough how clueless Norah could be with me. I knew at the end of the day she never wanted anything bad for me, but that being said it seemed like she almost never made a single effort to look out for me either. Looking back on it now I can’t find myself being too mad about any of it. She had a good heart deep down, even if that good heart was hidden behind some stupidly big boobs and a completely empty head…” You said to Quinn, chuckling briefly as you parsed through the limitless reserve of insane stories you had involving your aunt.
Quinn found herself lightening up a bit as well. She seemed to be naturally on guard at first, almost as if she expected any stories about your past to end horribly. You took a moment to wonder why she seemed to think that way, but brushed it off. After all, like you said, you lived to tell these tales so when all was said and done you could only really laugh at these stories yourself.
“Let me just run you through a typical day when it was just me, my sister, and my aunt…”
(COMMENCE FLASHBACK)
“Now Tracy, give him to me. I know you two can get really into your cute little prank wars with each other, but eventually you guys gotta learn to live together!” Norah said, leaning over your sister who was at that moment sitting on the couch, preparing to watch a movie. Tracy rolled her eyes and spit you out of her mouth into your aunt’s open palm. As you laid there for a second, your body covered in spit, mangled by the past few minutes of chomping, you mentally critiqued Norah’s usage of the term “prank war” to describe how Tracy treated you. If anything, it was a one-sided prank annihilation at best, and at worst it was a genuine daily effort of Tracy’s to make your life miserable. You were 17 at the time, and Tracy was 16, she had been messing with you to this extent for years.
“Come on Aunt Norah, can’t we mess with him just a bit!? He gets it so easy most of the time! Plus it’s so funny!” Tracy practically pleaded with Norah. This was a development you never fully got used to when forced to interact with these two. Tracy would not only trick Norah into squashing you flat, eating you, using you as an inanimate object, whatever, but on top of that she would actively try to persuade Norah to openly torture you the same way that she would! Luckily Norah never seemed to be convinced in the least to go to the dark side with Tracy. If she did, you might as well have kissed your entire life goodbye.
“Oh honey, I understand how you can find some of the situations your big brother gets in as funny, but you gotta give him a break sometimes!” Norah said, giving her typical half-hearted lesson to her niece, which you knew full well went in one ear and out the other. As she finished her sentence, you felt yourself be lowered down onto the couch beside your sister. Your still-reforming body was incapable of movement, forcing you to glance around up at your sister then back up at your Aunt. Norah turned around to grab a bowl of popcorn and as soon as you saw her tremendous, leggings covered ass presented in front of you, you knew where this situation was going. Norah resumed talking, while slowly squatting her ass exactly where she had just put you. Once again, your mind was boggled at just how forgetful this woman could be. “Just because he’s so teeny tiny and can get squashed silly by us doesn’t mean it’s right. He’s still a person after all, you gotta give him a little respec…”
SQUISH
“Oh shit” Norah said. “Did you hear that when I sat down?” Norah continued puzzled, lifting her ass up and slamming it down a few more times. Each time she dropped her weight onto you, you let out a subtle yet still barely audible squish, getting progressively less audible as she flattened you into a 2D form. You were absolutely decimated in an instant without your airheaded aunt realizing a single thing. Your body, now completely compressed underneath the large woman’s rear.
Tracy looked at her Aunt with her eyes wide open, the corners of her mouth beginning to crack into a huge smile as her ditzy aunt continued to bounce in place, clueless in regard to the torture she was putting you through. In all honesty, Tracy never got used to just how much of a space-cadet Norah could be either. Your sister desperately wanted to play coy and act like she didn’t know what was going on. But seeing you get smashed so easily by the woman who was just defending you won her over in the end.
“Hahahaha! Oh my god, nice one Norah!” Tracy burst into uproarious laughter, unable to contain how hilarious she found the situation to be. Figuring the cat was out of the bag at this point she continued, “I knew you would come around eventually! You really got Hunter good! Respect.”
Norah’s eyes shot open as she realized what she had done. Quickly she stood up and peered over her shoulder. Sadly upon standing up her leggings-clad asscheeks slammed together, sealing you from the waist up into her crack. But luckily for you, your only moderately flattened legs stuck out, looking pretty much like two loose pieces of thread fluttering in the air. Norah thankfully saw the minuscule sight of your lower body sticking out from her comically large rear end, and after a moment of fumbling she grabbed them between her thumb and forefinger, yanking you forcefully back into the light of day.
Tracy, meanwhile, was beside herself with laughter. Even though she could never get Norah to willingly torture you like this, seeing how much devastation that the airheaded aunt could create without even realizing it was an endless source of entertainment.
“It’s really not funny, Tracy! And don’t say good one like I did this on purpose!” Norah exclaimed. The genuine concern in her voice always prevented you from being too infuriated by the constant mishaps you had with Norah, but nevertheless you never understood why she let Tracy get away with so much. It almost seemed like Norah was too caught up in the situation itself to even think about punishing your sister, despite her outright admitting how much she enjoyed watching you suffer. “Oh Hunter, I’m so sorry, here let me put you on the coffee table so you can recover. I honestly feel like I’m so clueless sometimes I don’t know how you put up with me.”
Norah’s apology struck you as usual, and as your giantess aunt lowered you onto the coffee table, you focused all of your efforts on reforming. Alarmingly, you saw that Norah placed you directly in front of herself, on the edge of the table closest to her. From your flattened perspective, you saw the caring face of your aunt then turn back to Tracy. Acting immediately as if she had moved on from what just happened, Norah said, “Okay let’s press play now that we’re all ready!” One of Norah’s hands reached for the remote, while the other reached into the bowl of popcorn that she had just transferred to her lap mere seconds before. She pressed play on the movie and sat deeper into the couch, compressing the cushion further beneath her sizable weight.
No more than 30 seconds must have passed by before Norah was entranced in the opening scene of the movie. Without a second thought, she lifted her feet up into the edge of the coffee table, resting just her toes on the edge as if she was gripping it. Of course, this was exactly where she herself had placed you no more than one minute beforehand. And as you saw her massive, calloused toes, each one of them dwarfing your one inch tall, still mangled body, you could only cry. Her right big toe mashed your entire body beneath its weight, before beginning to unconsciously lift and slam into you over and over again. Norah was simply drumming her toes unconsciously as the thrilling opening scene sucked her in. Tracy looked down to see how you were doing, but when she saw Norah’s feet exactly where you were she once again couldn’t control her laughter.
Norah looked at her niece confused as nothing funny was happening in the movie, before she then followed Tracy’s eyeline right back to her own two feet.
“Oh shoot…” Norah said, lifting her toes up and seeing your minuscule, one inch body, stuck to the underside of her big toe, fluttering in the wind like a defective sticker…
(END FLASHBACK)
“Hoooooly shit, dude. That’s an average day with Norah and Tracy? I can’t even imagine what an especially eventful day would be like. So at best you were accidentally crushed nearly every waking moment, and at worst you were condemned to use as a sweat rag! I’m honestly a bit impressed you turned out so normal after all of that.” Quinn’s response to her story felt good to hear. Sharing these bizarre events with people often felt risky to you, as you always feared that they might assume something must have been wrong with you personally to always be involved in stuff like that. But thankfully Quinn seemed like she was genuinely understanding, even if it was underneath a rather distant and aloof exterior.
“Yep, that’s pretty much the gist of it. Pretty insane huh? That reminds me…”
“Speaking of which, I honestly can’t oversell it enough how clueless Norah could be with me. I knew at the end of the day she never wanted anything bad for me, but that being said it seemed like she almost never made a single effort to look out for me either. Looking back on it now I can’t find myself being too mad about any of it. She had a good heart deep down, even if that good heart was hidden behind some stupidly big boobs and a completely empty head…” You said to Quinn, chuckling briefly as you parsed through the limitless reserve of insane stories you had involving your aunt.
Quinn found herself lightening up a bit as well. She seemed to be naturally on guard at first, almost as if she expected any stories about your past to end horribly. You took a moment to wonder why she seemed to think that way, but brushed it off. After all, like you said, you lived to tell these tales so when all was said and done you could only really laugh at these stories yourself.
“Let me just run you through a typical day when it was just me, my sister, and my aunt…”
(COMMENCE FLASHBACK)
“Now Tracy, give him to me. I know you two can get really into your cute little prank wars with each other, but eventually you guys gotta learn to live together!” Norah said, leaning over your sister who was at that moment sitting on the couch, preparing to watch a movie. Tracy rolled her eyes and spit you out of her mouth into your aunt’s open palm. As you laid there for a second, your body covered in spit, mangled by the past few minutes of chomping, you mentally critiqued Norah’s usage of the term “prank war” to describe how Tracy treated you. If anything, it was a one-sided prank annihilation at best, and at worst it was a genuine daily effort of Tracy’s to make your life miserable. You were 17 at the time, and Tracy was 16, she had been messing with you to this extent for years.
“Come on Aunt Norah, can’t we mess with him just a bit!? He gets it so easy most of the time! Plus it’s so funny!” Tracy practically pleaded with Norah. This was a development you never fully got used to when forced to interact with these two. Tracy would not only trick Norah into squashing you flat, eating you, using you as an inanimate object, whatever, but on top of that she would actively try to persuade Norah to openly torture you the same way that she would! Luckily Norah never seemed to be convinced in the least to go to the dark side with Tracy. If she did, you might as well have kissed your entire life goodbye.
“Oh honey, I understand how you can find some of the situations your big brother gets in as funny, but you gotta give him a break sometimes!” Norah said, giving her typical half-hearted lesson to her niece, which you knew full well went in one ear and out the other. As she finished her sentence, you felt yourself be lowered down onto the couch beside your sister. Your still-reforming body was incapable of movement, forcing you to glance around up at your sister then back up at your Aunt. Norah turned around to grab a bowl of popcorn and as soon as you saw her tremendous, leggings covered ass presented in front of you, you knew where this situation was going. Norah resumed talking, while slowly squatting her ass exactly where she had just put you. Once again, your mind was boggled at just how forgetful this woman could be. “Just because he’s so teeny tiny and can get squashed silly by us doesn’t mean it’s right. He’s still a person after all, you gotta give him a little respec…”
SQUISH
“Oh shit” Norah said. “Did you hear that when I sat down?” Norah continued puzzled, lifting her ass up and slamming it down a few more times. Each time she dropped her weight onto you, you let out a subtle yet still barely audible squish, getting progressively less audible as she flattened you into a 2D form. You were absolutely decimated in an instant without your airheaded aunt realizing a single thing. Your body, now completely compressed underneath the large woman’s rear.
Tracy looked at her Aunt with her eyes wide open, the corners of her mouth beginning to crack into a huge smile as her ditzy aunt continued to bounce in place, clueless in regard to the torture she was putting you through. In all honesty, Tracy never got used to just how much of a space-cadet Norah could be either. Your sister desperately wanted to play coy and act like she didn’t know what was going on. But seeing you get smashed so easily by the woman who was just defending you won her over in the end.
“Hahahaha! Oh my god, nice one Norah!” Tracy burst into uproarious laughter, unable to contain how hilarious she found the situation to be. Figuring the cat was out of the bag at this point she continued, “I knew you would come around eventually! You really got Hunter good! Respect.”
Norah’s eyes shot open as she realized what she had done. Quickly she stood up and peered over her shoulder. Sadly upon standing up her leggings-clad asscheeks slammed together, sealing you from the waist up into her crack. But luckily for you, your only moderately flattened legs stuck out, looking pretty much like two loose pieces of thread fluttering in the air. Norah thankfully saw the minuscule sight of your lower body sticking out from her comically large rear end, and after a moment of fumbling she grabbed them between her thumb and forefinger, yanking you forcefully back into the light of day.
Tracy, meanwhile, was beside herself with laughter. Even though she could never get Norah to willingly torture you like this, seeing how much devastation that the airheaded aunt could create without even realizing it was an endless source of entertainment.
“It’s really not funny, Tracy! And don’t say good one like I did this on purpose!” Norah exclaimed. The genuine concern in her voice always prevented you from being too infuriated by the constant mishaps you had with Norah, but nevertheless you never understood why she let Tracy get away with so much. It almost seemed like Norah was too caught up in the situation itself to even think about punishing your sister, despite her outright admitting how much she enjoyed watching you suffer. “Oh Hunter, I’m so sorry, here let me put you on the coffee table so you can recover. I honestly feel like I’m so clueless sometimes I don’t know how you put up with me.”
Norah’s apology struck you as usual, and as your giantess aunt lowered you onto the coffee table, you focused all of your efforts on reforming. Alarmingly, you saw that Norah placed you directly in front of herself, on the edge of the table closest to her. From your flattened perspective, you saw the caring face of your aunt then turn back to Tracy. Acting immediately as if she had moved on from what just happened, Norah said, “Okay let’s press play now that we’re all ready!” One of Norah’s hands reached for the remote, while the other reached into the bowl of popcorn that she had just transferred to her lap mere seconds before. She pressed play on the movie and sat deeper into the couch, compressing the cushion further beneath her sizable weight.
No more than 30 seconds must have passed by before Norah was entranced in the opening scene of the movie. Without a second thought, she lifted her feet up into the edge of the coffee table, resting just her toes on the edge as if she was gripping it. Of course, this was exactly where she herself had placed you no more than one minute beforehand. And as you saw her massive, calloused toes, each one of them dwarfing your one inch tall, still mangled body, you could only cry. Her right big toe mashed your entire body beneath its weight, before beginning to unconsciously lift and slam into you over and over again. Norah was simply drumming her toes unconsciously as the thrilling opening scene sucked her in. Tracy looked down to see how you were doing, but when she saw Norah’s feet exactly where you were she once again couldn’t control her laughter.
Norah looked at her niece confused as nothing funny was happening in the movie, before she then followed Tracy’s eyeline right back to her own two feet.
“Oh shoot…” Norah said, lifting her toes up and seeing your minuscule, one inch body, stuck to the underside of her big toe, fluttering in the wind like a defective sticker…
(END FLASHBACK)
“Hoooooly shit, dude. That’s an average day with Norah and Tracy? I can’t even imagine what an especially eventful day would be like. So at best you were accidentally crushed nearly every waking moment, and at worst you were condemned to use as a sweat rag! I’m honestly a bit impressed you turned out so normal after all of that.” Quinn’s response to her story felt good to hear. Sharing these bizarre events with people often felt risky to you, as you always feared that they might assume something must have been wrong with you personally to always be involved in stuff like that. But thankfully Quinn seemed like she was genuinely understanding, even if it was underneath a rather distant and aloof exterior.
“Yep, that’s pretty much the gist of it. Pretty insane huh? That reminds me…”
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April 23, 2025
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