Going on the Offensive
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 11
by
Bobob1
(Originally written by lilmoni)
"This reminds me of another time I tried to get back at Tracy!" You said pounding a fist into your open palm.
Quinn rolled her eyes dramatically before replying, "If that last story reminded you of something, I doubt this one has a happier ending..."
You let out a nervous laugh before scratching the back of your head, "Yeah...I guess not, but it was really good in theory!" You began tapping your chin in an attempt to recall how you came up with the brilliant plan to begin with. "Let's see...it all started with Tracy watching one of her dumb shows..."
(Flashback Start)
It was a sweltering summer afternoon just after you had finished up your 9th grade and you and Tracy had seemingly called a ceasefire in order to peacefully beat the heat inside. With school out and hardly anything else going on on this drab day, the both of you had found yourselves situated in front of the TV passing the time. Just because you weren't at each other's throats with trying to torment each other didn't mean Tracy didn't have the upper hand though. When Tracy wanted the TV, and your mom was out of town, that meant Tracy got to pick what you watched.
This afternoon was unfortunately one of those times as your mom had, as per usual, left Norah to watch after you two while she attended to business abroad. Besides being stepped on when Norah first arrived though, you'd thankfully managed to stay out of her crushing embrace. You weren't sure how long it would be until Tracy attempted to change that, but as long as she was kept even mildly entertained you figured you didn't have too much to worry about.
Sitting atop the arm rest, your job was to keep that entertainment in tact. When Tracy wanted the volume up, you were to hop right onto the remote and turn it up. If she wanted the channel changed, you'd better be on it, pronto. You'd tried resisting her commands in the past, but that resulted in Tracy merely lifting up the remote, and letting it leisurely fall right onto you, easily smothering your one-inch form and keeping it planted until she picked the remote up again. This was, without saying, only when she was being efficient in her taking care of you. God forbid she was feeling especially mischievous, or you may end up down on the floor between her restlessly playful feet or even worse, crushed underneath her butt where you wouldn't be able to see or hear the TV at all.
So this meant that today was another day of dutifully manning the remote while Tracy flipped, or had you flip, through channels. Nothing seemed to keep her attention long, or maybe she just loved watching you scramble across the wide remote. Finally settling on a lame sitcom she adored, and you despised, you took a moment to rest as Tracy sipped on a soda and let out a satisfied "ah".
Today's antics on the show were as cheesy as ever, with one of the side characters returning from her teaching job with a seat cushion glued to her backside. She lamented on that one of her damned students had "accidentally" left a glob of glue on her chair and she was none the wiser when she sat down. This resulted in Tracy nearly chocking on her drink as soda nearly came out of her nose. You rolled her eyes at how easily amused she was, even for her age, when a light bulb went off in your head.
The following day the stars seemed to align perfectly. Norah had just belted out that she was going to run, literally you assumed as she usually did, to the store to grab some things for the both of you, and Tracy was up in her room where she had been most of the day. This was the perfect set-up you needed to get some surprise payback on your devilish little sis.
It was quite the hassle, but you had actually managed to lug a tiny, single use, bottle of super glue up onto the family couch. The plan was so simple. Pour every last bit of the glue out onto the cushion, wait for Tracy to inevitably come down and take a seat, and then laugh as she's either glued to the whole couch, or at the very least trapped with a cushion attached to her butt!
You were already trembling with excitement, imagining the flush red look of embarrassment and rage on her face when she realizes shes been had by her little bug-brother. Without wasting another second, you hastily poured out the gray goopy fluid until it formed a dense puddle. Needing to dispose of the evidence, you pushed the empty bottle from the ledge of the couch, hoping it would roll itself under, before taking a step back to admire your handiwork when...*splish*
You looked down only to see your right foot thoroughly entrenched in the thick liquid. You grabbed at your knee in an attempt to pull your leg free but only succeeded in knocking yourself off balance as you fell backwards. Trying to do a sit-up proved futile and soon you threw your arms down in frustration...only for them to get locked in the hazy goop as well. You strained your eyes to see your whole body was covered in the dense gray glue, and you knew immediately your plan had been a catastrophic failure.
An awful and anxiety inducing thirty minutes passed with your body slowly wearing itself out as you struggled against your overwhelming powerful prison. Why did you have to use the damn super glue? Regular glue would've gotten the job done, and you probably would've never gotten into this mess. Just as your sorrow reached it peak, it transformed into fear as the ground shook as the only person it could be pranced down the stairs. You had a mix of terror and excitement as you wondered if your plan would at least work, but you got your answer when Tracy arrived at the couch and stepped on something.
"Ow! What the hell was that?" Tracy asked aloud with definite annoyance. Grabbing the bottle that she had totally flattened under her pink-socked foot, Tracy read the label slowly to herself in a whisper before looking around. You meekly let out a "Hey, Trace..." as her eyes met yours and her lips warped into a wicked smile.
"Oh. My. God. Don't tell me. Please don't tell me you really thought you could prank me or something with this glue," Tracy's mouth was hanging open in a mix of shock and joy at your hilarious failure. The pitiful pout on your face was all the answer she needed, "Oh, you DID! And you got the idea from the show yesterday didn't you! OH that is just too good!" Tracy wiped a tear from her eye as she bounced evilly above you.
"Come on, it was a dumb idea, but at least it was funny. Can't you check the label and try and get me out of here? I'm sorry..." You tried to plead but you weren't sure your words were registering at all as Tracy's face went red in a totally opposite way of what you had intended.
"Oh not a chance, Hunter. You even used a gray glue on our gray couch! You're such a dope! I can barely see your little face down there!" Tracy did want to check out the label, just to see if there was anything else she could torment you with. And as usual, luck was right on her side as her face somehow beamed even brighter. "Oh, get this. I bet you didn't even read the back where it lists the solvent. SALIVA! HAH! That is too perfect! Just right for a gross bug like you, though!"
Tracy loomed her face until it was a centimeter from your own. Each word she spoke down to you bathed you in a thick smog of her breath. "I bet you'd kill for me to just let a drop of spit slide down my tongue onto you? Wouldn't you, little Hunter?" Her lips were all consuming in your vision and you winced as their plump exterior parted to allow her tongue to hang loose over your helpless body. "Well, go ahead, beg to be set free. BEG me to drool all over your pathetic body!" Tracy was playfully hanging her tongue down over you and you hated how it truly was taunting you as a savior. Her hot breath's sultry and overpowering in their presence, forcing you to breath in her humid air as it left moisture on your face and dampened your hair.
"NEVER!" You cried out, hoping it wasn't your last word. Tracy simply closed her mouth, a bit surprised, and retreated her face from your own, returning the air to a decent temperature.
"Hmph. Fine. Suit yourself, little bro. Oh but one last thing before I leave you as a couch stain..." Tracy squeezed the bottle in her grip with fervor, allowing one minuscule drop to fly loose, right onto your poor exposed mouth. "There. Now you can't free yourself and no one has to listen to your whiney voice anymore."
Just then, the front door flew open, and in stumbled Norah, plopping her bags down on the ground and wiping fresh sweat from her brow. Tracy quickly slid the bottle, the only evidence of your location, into her pocket. "Would you mind unloading these, dear? I'm exhausted!"
"Of course, Aunt Norah!" Tracy winked at you before skipping away cutely and joining Norah in grabbing the bags. "Why don't you just go rest on the couch? I think that movie you love is starting soon!"
"Oh, really?! Thanks, honey, I appreciate it!" Norah slid off her beat-up running shoes before walking on over to the couch. The squelching sound her socked feet were making on the hardwood floor was making you wince as you worried you knew what was coming next. You fought with renewed vigor but the glue, and Tracy's fresh addition, was way too strong. You gulped as you wondered if you should have taken Tracy's offer after all.
What appeared in your vision next is what truly made your heart sink. It was none other than Norah's booty of course, a sight you recognized better than the palm of your own hand, but it was what was plastered on it that made your blood cold.
Gray spandex. Norah's gigantic, plump and juicy rear was covered in a visibly damp layer of gray leggings. You peered down and saw the still wet glue all over yourself and prayed for any kind of mercy. But all you received was the muggy and hot embrace of Norah's rear as she got comfy in the coincidental spot you happened to be.
"This reminds me of another time I tried to get back at Tracy!" You said pounding a fist into your open palm.
Quinn rolled her eyes dramatically before replying, "If that last story reminded you of something, I doubt this one has a happier ending..."
You let out a nervous laugh before scratching the back of your head, "Yeah...I guess not, but it was really good in theory!" You began tapping your chin in an attempt to recall how you came up with the brilliant plan to begin with. "Let's see...it all started with Tracy watching one of her dumb shows..."
(Flashback Start)
It was a sweltering summer afternoon just after you had finished up your 9th grade and you and Tracy had seemingly called a ceasefire in order to peacefully beat the heat inside. With school out and hardly anything else going on on this drab day, the both of you had found yourselves situated in front of the TV passing the time. Just because you weren't at each other's throats with trying to torment each other didn't mean Tracy didn't have the upper hand though. When Tracy wanted the TV, and your mom was out of town, that meant Tracy got to pick what you watched.
This afternoon was unfortunately one of those times as your mom had, as per usual, left Norah to watch after you two while she attended to business abroad. Besides being stepped on when Norah first arrived though, you'd thankfully managed to stay out of her crushing embrace. You weren't sure how long it would be until Tracy attempted to change that, but as long as she was kept even mildly entertained you figured you didn't have too much to worry about.
Sitting atop the arm rest, your job was to keep that entertainment in tact. When Tracy wanted the volume up, you were to hop right onto the remote and turn it up. If she wanted the channel changed, you'd better be on it, pronto. You'd tried resisting her commands in the past, but that resulted in Tracy merely lifting up the remote, and letting it leisurely fall right onto you, easily smothering your one-inch form and keeping it planted until she picked the remote up again. This was, without saying, only when she was being efficient in her taking care of you. God forbid she was feeling especially mischievous, or you may end up down on the floor between her restlessly playful feet or even worse, crushed underneath her butt where you wouldn't be able to see or hear the TV at all.
So this meant that today was another day of dutifully manning the remote while Tracy flipped, or had you flip, through channels. Nothing seemed to keep her attention long, or maybe she just loved watching you scramble across the wide remote. Finally settling on a lame sitcom she adored, and you despised, you took a moment to rest as Tracy sipped on a soda and let out a satisfied "ah".
Today's antics on the show were as cheesy as ever, with one of the side characters returning from her teaching job with a seat cushion glued to her backside. She lamented on that one of her damned students had "accidentally" left a glob of glue on her chair and she was none the wiser when she sat down. This resulted in Tracy nearly chocking on her drink as soda nearly came out of her nose. You rolled her eyes at how easily amused she was, even for her age, when a light bulb went off in your head.
The following day the stars seemed to align perfectly. Norah had just belted out that she was going to run, literally you assumed as she usually did, to the store to grab some things for the both of you, and Tracy was up in her room where she had been most of the day. This was the perfect set-up you needed to get some surprise payback on your devilish little sis.
It was quite the hassle, but you had actually managed to lug a tiny, single use, bottle of super glue up onto the family couch. The plan was so simple. Pour every last bit of the glue out onto the cushion, wait for Tracy to inevitably come down and take a seat, and then laugh as she's either glued to the whole couch, or at the very least trapped with a cushion attached to her butt!
You were already trembling with excitement, imagining the flush red look of embarrassment and rage on her face when she realizes shes been had by her little bug-brother. Without wasting another second, you hastily poured out the gray goopy fluid until it formed a dense puddle. Needing to dispose of the evidence, you pushed the empty bottle from the ledge of the couch, hoping it would roll itself under, before taking a step back to admire your handiwork when...*splish*
You looked down only to see your right foot thoroughly entrenched in the thick liquid. You grabbed at your knee in an attempt to pull your leg free but only succeeded in knocking yourself off balance as you fell backwards. Trying to do a sit-up proved futile and soon you threw your arms down in frustration...only for them to get locked in the hazy goop as well. You strained your eyes to see your whole body was covered in the dense gray glue, and you knew immediately your plan had been a catastrophic failure.
An awful and anxiety inducing thirty minutes passed with your body slowly wearing itself out as you struggled against your overwhelming powerful prison. Why did you have to use the damn super glue? Regular glue would've gotten the job done, and you probably would've never gotten into this mess. Just as your sorrow reached it peak, it transformed into fear as the ground shook as the only person it could be pranced down the stairs. You had a mix of terror and excitement as you wondered if your plan would at least work, but you got your answer when Tracy arrived at the couch and stepped on something.
"Ow! What the hell was that?" Tracy asked aloud with definite annoyance. Grabbing the bottle that she had totally flattened under her pink-socked foot, Tracy read the label slowly to herself in a whisper before looking around. You meekly let out a "Hey, Trace..." as her eyes met yours and her lips warped into a wicked smile.
"Oh. My. God. Don't tell me. Please don't tell me you really thought you could prank me or something with this glue," Tracy's mouth was hanging open in a mix of shock and joy at your hilarious failure. The pitiful pout on your face was all the answer she needed, "Oh, you DID! And you got the idea from the show yesterday didn't you! OH that is just too good!" Tracy wiped a tear from her eye as she bounced evilly above you.
"Come on, it was a dumb idea, but at least it was funny. Can't you check the label and try and get me out of here? I'm sorry..." You tried to plead but you weren't sure your words were registering at all as Tracy's face went red in a totally opposite way of what you had intended.
"Oh not a chance, Hunter. You even used a gray glue on our gray couch! You're such a dope! I can barely see your little face down there!" Tracy did want to check out the label, just to see if there was anything else she could torment you with. And as usual, luck was right on her side as her face somehow beamed even brighter. "Oh, get this. I bet you didn't even read the back where it lists the solvent. SALIVA! HAH! That is too perfect! Just right for a gross bug like you, though!"
Tracy loomed her face until it was a centimeter from your own. Each word she spoke down to you bathed you in a thick smog of her breath. "I bet you'd kill for me to just let a drop of spit slide down my tongue onto you? Wouldn't you, little Hunter?" Her lips were all consuming in your vision and you winced as their plump exterior parted to allow her tongue to hang loose over your helpless body. "Well, go ahead, beg to be set free. BEG me to drool all over your pathetic body!" Tracy was playfully hanging her tongue down over you and you hated how it truly was taunting you as a savior. Her hot breath's sultry and overpowering in their presence, forcing you to breath in her humid air as it left moisture on your face and dampened your hair.
"NEVER!" You cried out, hoping it wasn't your last word. Tracy simply closed her mouth, a bit surprised, and retreated her face from your own, returning the air to a decent temperature.
"Hmph. Fine. Suit yourself, little bro. Oh but one last thing before I leave you as a couch stain..." Tracy squeezed the bottle in her grip with fervor, allowing one minuscule drop to fly loose, right onto your poor exposed mouth. "There. Now you can't free yourself and no one has to listen to your whiney voice anymore."
Just then, the front door flew open, and in stumbled Norah, plopping her bags down on the ground and wiping fresh sweat from her brow. Tracy quickly slid the bottle, the only evidence of your location, into her pocket. "Would you mind unloading these, dear? I'm exhausted!"
"Of course, Aunt Norah!" Tracy winked at you before skipping away cutely and joining Norah in grabbing the bags. "Why don't you just go rest on the couch? I think that movie you love is starting soon!"
"Oh, really?! Thanks, honey, I appreciate it!" Norah slid off her beat-up running shoes before walking on over to the couch. The squelching sound her socked feet were making on the hardwood floor was making you wince as you worried you knew what was coming next. You fought with renewed vigor but the glue, and Tracy's fresh addition, was way too strong. You gulped as you wondered if you should have taken Tracy's offer after all.
What appeared in your vision next is what truly made your heart sink. It was none other than Norah's booty of course, a sight you recognized better than the palm of your own hand, but it was what was plastered on it that made your blood cold.
Gray spandex. Norah's gigantic, plump and juicy rear was covered in a visibly damp layer of gray leggings. You peered down and saw the still wet glue all over yourself and prayed for any kind of mercy. But all you received was the muggy and hot embrace of Norah's rear as she got comfy in the coincidental spot you happened to be.
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April 23, 2025
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