Norah’s Crush in Front of Your Crush
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 9
by
Bobob1
(Originally written by Hectic)
“Yep, that’s pretty much the gist of it. Pretty insane huh? That reminds me of this time Norah and Tracy found out about this crush I had on a girl.”
Quinn raised an eyebrow with curiosity as little by little you seemed to be breaking through her unsympathetic exterior.
“I can already tell you know how this story is going to go… and you’re probably right. So…”
(BEGIN FLASHBACK)
“Oh my god, Hunter, is that her?!” Tracy said down to you as you sat atop of Norah’s thigh, the three of you enjoying some ice cream on a quick trip to the park. Well, Norah and Tracy were eating ice cream, and you were nibbling on a single sprinkle which to you as an appropriately sized sugary treat. In all honesty you didn’t mind it. After all it was certainly better than attempting to somehow share a regular size dessert with either your mischievous sister or clueless aunt. Both of those options would have likely ended up with you taking a one way trip through someone’s digestive system.
You looked up in response to Tracy’s vague question and immediately saw who she was talking about. Whitney Mason, your dream girl (at least at that point in time) seemed to be taking a break to tie her shoe during a jog. Your eyes shot open with fear. Word must have spread around the school about your failed attempt at asking her out. In reality, it could have gone a lot worse. Being rejected never felt great, but this time you had to admit that she handled it well. You thought back to when you mustered up the confidence to ask her on a date, and she respectfully declined. No squishing, no demeaning, all in all you couldn’t say you were mad at this girl at all.
But as you looked back up at your conniving little sister you couldn’t help but worry about how she was going to twist this situation to end up badly for you.
“Who’s that, dear?” Norah responded happily eating the last bite of her dessert, some food still in her mouth.
You tried to jump at the opportunity to clear the air before Tracy could manipulate the circumstances, but her giant voice overpowered yours effortlessly.
“Norah, Hunter tried to ask that girl out on a date last week and she embarrassed him in front of the whole school! She called him a loser and a weakling and lots of other stuff! She said there wasn’t a chance in hell that he could even survive dating her!” Tracy fabricated a lie on the spot, as she was so talented at doing. You desperately wanted to interject once more, but it was far too late.
Immediately a vindictive passion burned in the eyes of your aunt. Even though she was the cause of nearly constant physical torture for you, there was no questioning the fact that she loved and cared about both you and Tracy. So in her mind, hearing these disrespectful words being thrown around about her favorite nephew set her off to a point of no return. Norah quickly grabbed your body from off of her thigh, pulverizing the sprinkle that you were eating without even noticing she did it, as well as squeezing you carelessly.
“Come on, Hunter, I want to have a word with this girl!” You were shaken too and fro in Norah’s tight palm as she strutted aggressively towards this unsuspecting young woman. Tracy, meanwhile reclined on her seat on the bench and prepared to watch the show that she had expertly orchestrated.
In a moment’s time the two of you reached Whitney, and Norah loudly spoke to the girl, who was just standing up from tying her shoe.
“Excuse me! Are you the girl who turned down my nephew!?” Norah exclaimed as she held you up and opened up her palm in an attempt to show you to Whitney. Tragically, in her rage she had been gripping you far too tightly, as on Norah’s palm sat a slightly off-colored smear with splotches of blue and white made up of your clothes. Luckily for Norah, Whitney was not as airheaded as she was, and she obviously remembered the slightly awkward interaction you two had previously.
“Oh my… I’m sorry it’s nothing personal I jus…” Whitney tried to explain as you felt yourself flush with embarrassment. If your cheeks had been decipherable from the rest of your body at that moment you were sure they would have been beet red. But of course, Norah interjected once more. Far too fired up to listen to this reasonable girl.
“You think he’s too weak to survive dating you?!” Norah repeated Tracy’s lie from moments beforehand. Once more you couldn’t believe how gullible your aunt was when it came to Tracy’s made up stories. The embarrassment you felt at that moment was boundless and you were internally screaming at Norah to stop, but of course no sound came out.
What Norah did next took you, Whitney, and possibly even herself off guard, however.
“If he’s so weak then why can I do this!?” In a surprisingly deft motion, Norah scraped your flattened form off of her palm, dangling you between the pointer finger and thumb of her other hand, before dragging you through the air, stopping right next to a sight that you could draw from memory at this point: her enormous leggings-clad ass. In the next instant she shoved you firmly between her cheeks, already noticeably sweaty from just a simple outing with you two. You were plunged into the earthy-smelling pressurized darkness of her crack before you could even process what was happening. It would be an overstatement to say that you were used to this at this point in your life, as you never fully got used to the insurmountable assault on your senses of touch and smell whenever she did this. But the added bonus of realizing that your aunt had just shoved you deep into her ass in full view of a girl you had a crush on made the situation exponentially worse.
Almost as if hearing your thoughts about just how south this interaction had gone, Norah doubled down on her exhibition and grabbed a gargantuan cheek in each hand. She then violently kneaded her buns together, multiplying the pressure tremendously.
Whitney looked on in horror at this older woman, aggressively smashing her ass cheeks together in an effort to make some sort of point that she didn’t understand. In all honesty she felt bad for you. Even though she didn’t have romantic feelings for you, she wasn’t a bad person by any means, and seeing any tiny guy go through this level of torture wasn’t something she was used to.
A few more moments passed of this ludicrous spectacle before finally Norah reached back between her cheeks to fish you out. She fumbled around with her fingers for a moment, slamming into you body repeatedly, squishing you further into the cleft of her ass. But unfortunately for her, the aggressive technique with which she mashed your body up had gotten you plastered to a degree that would typically take hours of confinement to reach.
“Oh shoot shoot shoot…” she whispered quietly to herself, now trying to look over her shoulder at her own ass. Unsurprisingly, her rear was far too big and you were far too deep in it to be seen. Her initial plan was to pull you out and demonstrate how tough you were by showing that you could handle such a beating. But of course, her plan backfired. Thinking on her feet for a moment, Norah quickly turned around and grabbed a cheek in each hand, spreading them out as she bent over slightly. Whitney’s eyes opened even wider with equal parts empathy and disgust as she saw your flattened, tan splotch of a body standing out clearly from the black abyss of the fabric of Norah’s leggings. Now turning over her shoulder once again, Norah tried to keep her plan going, “See, he’s fine! I mean, he’s a little stuck but he’s completely fine!”
Back on the bench that you desperately wished you two had never left, Tracy was absolutely doubled over with laughter. Tears were streaming down her face as she watched the absurd display that Norah put on, and put you through. You, meanwhile, had somehow maintained your sense of sight enough to see the beautiful face of your crush with the never-ending walls of Norah’s ass in your periphery. You never imagined in a million years that you would see Whitney’s face practically framed by black leggings and butt cheeks, but the moment that you did you knew that any shot you had with her was long gone.
(END FLASHBACK)
“Wow, now that’s rough. I take it she didn’t go out with you after that? Or does she like to see potential boyfriends while they’re crushed in between their aunt’s ass cheeks?” Quinn said with the dry wit that you were beginning to like more and more as you talked to her.
“Yeah… no. Safe to say I didn’t have much luck with girls of any kind as long as either Tracy and or Norah had something to do about it.” You retorted, laughing a bit at the absurdity of that memory, even though it was pretty horrifically embarrassing.
Quinn cracked the slightest of smiles as she kept talking, “Alright well...
“Yep, that’s pretty much the gist of it. Pretty insane huh? That reminds me of this time Norah and Tracy found out about this crush I had on a girl.”
Quinn raised an eyebrow with curiosity as little by little you seemed to be breaking through her unsympathetic exterior.
“I can already tell you know how this story is going to go… and you’re probably right. So…”
(BEGIN FLASHBACK)
“Oh my god, Hunter, is that her?!” Tracy said down to you as you sat atop of Norah’s thigh, the three of you enjoying some ice cream on a quick trip to the park. Well, Norah and Tracy were eating ice cream, and you were nibbling on a single sprinkle which to you as an appropriately sized sugary treat. In all honesty you didn’t mind it. After all it was certainly better than attempting to somehow share a regular size dessert with either your mischievous sister or clueless aunt. Both of those options would have likely ended up with you taking a one way trip through someone’s digestive system.
You looked up in response to Tracy’s vague question and immediately saw who she was talking about. Whitney Mason, your dream girl (at least at that point in time) seemed to be taking a break to tie her shoe during a jog. Your eyes shot open with fear. Word must have spread around the school about your failed attempt at asking her out. In reality, it could have gone a lot worse. Being rejected never felt great, but this time you had to admit that she handled it well. You thought back to when you mustered up the confidence to ask her on a date, and she respectfully declined. No squishing, no demeaning, all in all you couldn’t say you were mad at this girl at all.
But as you looked back up at your conniving little sister you couldn’t help but worry about how she was going to twist this situation to end up badly for you.
“Who’s that, dear?” Norah responded happily eating the last bite of her dessert, some food still in her mouth.
You tried to jump at the opportunity to clear the air before Tracy could manipulate the circumstances, but her giant voice overpowered yours effortlessly.
“Norah, Hunter tried to ask that girl out on a date last week and she embarrassed him in front of the whole school! She called him a loser and a weakling and lots of other stuff! She said there wasn’t a chance in hell that he could even survive dating her!” Tracy fabricated a lie on the spot, as she was so talented at doing. You desperately wanted to interject once more, but it was far too late.
Immediately a vindictive passion burned in the eyes of your aunt. Even though she was the cause of nearly constant physical torture for you, there was no questioning the fact that she loved and cared about both you and Tracy. So in her mind, hearing these disrespectful words being thrown around about her favorite nephew set her off to a point of no return. Norah quickly grabbed your body from off of her thigh, pulverizing the sprinkle that you were eating without even noticing she did it, as well as squeezing you carelessly.
“Come on, Hunter, I want to have a word with this girl!” You were shaken too and fro in Norah’s tight palm as she strutted aggressively towards this unsuspecting young woman. Tracy, meanwhile reclined on her seat on the bench and prepared to watch the show that she had expertly orchestrated.
In a moment’s time the two of you reached Whitney, and Norah loudly spoke to the girl, who was just standing up from tying her shoe.
“Excuse me! Are you the girl who turned down my nephew!?” Norah exclaimed as she held you up and opened up her palm in an attempt to show you to Whitney. Tragically, in her rage she had been gripping you far too tightly, as on Norah’s palm sat a slightly off-colored smear with splotches of blue and white made up of your clothes. Luckily for Norah, Whitney was not as airheaded as she was, and she obviously remembered the slightly awkward interaction you two had previously.
“Oh my… I’m sorry it’s nothing personal I jus…” Whitney tried to explain as you felt yourself flush with embarrassment. If your cheeks had been decipherable from the rest of your body at that moment you were sure they would have been beet red. But of course, Norah interjected once more. Far too fired up to listen to this reasonable girl.
“You think he’s too weak to survive dating you?!” Norah repeated Tracy’s lie from moments beforehand. Once more you couldn’t believe how gullible your aunt was when it came to Tracy’s made up stories. The embarrassment you felt at that moment was boundless and you were internally screaming at Norah to stop, but of course no sound came out.
What Norah did next took you, Whitney, and possibly even herself off guard, however.
“If he’s so weak then why can I do this!?” In a surprisingly deft motion, Norah scraped your flattened form off of her palm, dangling you between the pointer finger and thumb of her other hand, before dragging you through the air, stopping right next to a sight that you could draw from memory at this point: her enormous leggings-clad ass. In the next instant she shoved you firmly between her cheeks, already noticeably sweaty from just a simple outing with you two. You were plunged into the earthy-smelling pressurized darkness of her crack before you could even process what was happening. It would be an overstatement to say that you were used to this at this point in your life, as you never fully got used to the insurmountable assault on your senses of touch and smell whenever she did this. But the added bonus of realizing that your aunt had just shoved you deep into her ass in full view of a girl you had a crush on made the situation exponentially worse.
Almost as if hearing your thoughts about just how south this interaction had gone, Norah doubled down on her exhibition and grabbed a gargantuan cheek in each hand. She then violently kneaded her buns together, multiplying the pressure tremendously.
Whitney looked on in horror at this older woman, aggressively smashing her ass cheeks together in an effort to make some sort of point that she didn’t understand. In all honesty she felt bad for you. Even though she didn’t have romantic feelings for you, she wasn’t a bad person by any means, and seeing any tiny guy go through this level of torture wasn’t something she was used to.
A few more moments passed of this ludicrous spectacle before finally Norah reached back between her cheeks to fish you out. She fumbled around with her fingers for a moment, slamming into you body repeatedly, squishing you further into the cleft of her ass. But unfortunately for her, the aggressive technique with which she mashed your body up had gotten you plastered to a degree that would typically take hours of confinement to reach.
“Oh shoot shoot shoot…” she whispered quietly to herself, now trying to look over her shoulder at her own ass. Unsurprisingly, her rear was far too big and you were far too deep in it to be seen. Her initial plan was to pull you out and demonstrate how tough you were by showing that you could handle such a beating. But of course, her plan backfired. Thinking on her feet for a moment, Norah quickly turned around and grabbed a cheek in each hand, spreading them out as she bent over slightly. Whitney’s eyes opened even wider with equal parts empathy and disgust as she saw your flattened, tan splotch of a body standing out clearly from the black abyss of the fabric of Norah’s leggings. Now turning over her shoulder once again, Norah tried to keep her plan going, “See, he’s fine! I mean, he’s a little stuck but he’s completely fine!”
Back on the bench that you desperately wished you two had never left, Tracy was absolutely doubled over with laughter. Tears were streaming down her face as she watched the absurd display that Norah put on, and put you through. You, meanwhile, had somehow maintained your sense of sight enough to see the beautiful face of your crush with the never-ending walls of Norah’s ass in your periphery. You never imagined in a million years that you would see Whitney’s face practically framed by black leggings and butt cheeks, but the moment that you did you knew that any shot you had with her was long gone.
(END FLASHBACK)
“Wow, now that’s rough. I take it she didn’t go out with you after that? Or does she like to see potential boyfriends while they’re crushed in between their aunt’s ass cheeks?” Quinn said with the dry wit that you were beginning to like more and more as you talked to her.
“Yeah… no. Safe to say I didn’t have much luck with girls of any kind as long as either Tracy and or Norah had something to do about it.” You retorted, laughing a bit at the absurdity of that memory, even though it was pretty horrifically embarrassing.
Quinn cracked the slightest of smiles as she kept talking, “Alright well...
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April 23, 2025
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