Stuck to Norah like Glue
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 12
by
Bobob1
Despite seeming quite tired a half hour ago, Quinn was right up in your face, her giant ass on the edge of her seat waiting to find out what happened next. "So? Did Norah stop or did she sit on the glue...I mean you!"
You took a step back, enjoying the fact she was captivated but still needing your space to breathe. "I'm getting there! But yes let's just say she sat on the glue...and me"
Quinn's eyes bulged open, thoroughly entertained but also sympathetic, "And? Did your plan work?! Was she attached to the couch?"
You looked down at your feet in embarrassment, "Well...not exactly..."
(Flashback Resume)
Norah fell back onto the couch, thoroughly exhausted from running the five miles to the neighborhood grocer and then walking the bags all the way back. She was proud of her little workout, but definitely began to regret it when the summer heat started to make her sweat profusely.
In her haste to get off her feet, Norah didn't spare a glance at the seat below, not that she usually did anyways. With an audible gust of air flying out from beneath her, Norah slammed down onto your defenseless body, your struggles against your glue muzzle failing to produce a peep.
Propping her feet on the coffee table, Norah let all her weight rest firmly on her ass as she grabbed for the remote and flipped to look for a movie she adored. Norah felt a small urge to hit the shower first as her womanly body odor was definitely noticeable, and she didn't want to gross up the house by dripping sweat all over the furniture. But before she could make up her mind, her air headed attention span came into play as she saw what was on the TV. "Oh you were right, honey! I do love this film!" Filled with glee, Norah wiggled her booty a bit just to settle in and turned the volume up.
You felt the glue you were trapped in gush against Norah's gray leggings-clad butt, either that or it was the sweat she had worked up pouring out of her crack as Norah's hips expanded when she bent over to sit. You cursed yourself for trying this plan in the first place, but mostly you cursed Tracy for leaving you to be sat on by Norah, especially since she knew how bad Norah's swamp ass was! Of course you had to lay the glue down dead-center on the couch cushion as well, so you were forced right up onto Norah's crack and subjected to all the lovely odor and pressure that accompanied it.
"Me too, Norah! Mind if I join you?" Tracy had skipped back into the room, finished with her unloading and a malicious glint in her eye as she noticed where Norah had planted herself.
"Of course! I'd love that!" Norah was elated to bond a bit with the usually distant Tracy, "Just sit on the other end of the couch, I don't want you to have to smell what the summer heat does to me!"
Tracy laughed at Norah before thinking of a way to gain brownie points and torment you at the same time, "Oh, no problem. Besides, you don't smell at all! Could probably even wear that outfit again before it needs a wash!"
Norah raised her eyebrows in surprise but trusted her angelic niece instantly. "You think? If you say so..." Tracy crinkled her cute nose a bit against the smell of Norah's salty sweat, but it was sooo worth it knowing how close you were to it.
The movie lasted a whole two hours before the credits ran. You prayed Norah would get up before the glue managed to dry but when she tried to get a sports drink from the fridge, Tracy jumped up to get it for her. This led to Norah simply becoming more grateful to have such a great niece, and her thoughts on you were completely out of mind.
Once the movie had totally concluded however, Norah rose from the couch. You felt your body pull and you wondered how the results of your plan were finally going to work out. It would be some small conciliation if Norah was stuck to the couch, and maybe you'd even get discovered.
As Norah stood, she felt a small bit of sticky resistance, but as her huge ass rose it easily won the tug of war and snapped the glue free from the couch cushion. Now you were spread out hugging the back of Norah's booty, with a firm layer of gray glue holding you in place. Not to mention due to your perfect placement of the glue, you were right in Norah's crack area, and you gulped knowing when Norah started walking, you'd be in for some rough grinding if this pair of tights was anything like her others that chewed her crack into a tight wedgie.
"Huh? Did I sit in something?" You felt Norah's hand swiping at your back, your face still hugging tight against her butt. Feeling a rough patch on her butt, Norah continued scratching at the weird tiny bump, trying to decipher what it was. "Do you see anything, Tracy?" Norah slightly bent over, allowing Tracy full view of your prison.
Tracy got a good look at you, or rather, the gray outline your body had made on the back of her aunt's pants. She couldn't help but snicker as she saw the definitive sweat stains that lined straight down Norah's crack, with your body fitting right in the center. "Oh, I don't know, it doesn't look like anything to me."
Norah wasn't fully satisfied, but shrugged it off anyways. "Alright, dear. Probably just one of Hunter's little jokes don't you think?" Tracy immediately agreed with a hearty laugh, and with that Norah made her way up the stairs to finally get that shower.
Peeling your leggings off her taut rear, you could only hear Norah's voice as she examined them. "Well, Tracy did say they're good for another wear..." Norah said, uncaringly letting them fall to the floor in a sweaty heap and kicking them aside with her foot as she walked her naked body off to get a nice hot and relaxing shower.
You were frozen solid in your glue prison, the only thing you could feel being the harsh glue on your back and the sickly damp feeling of fabric, still tainted with the potent scent of their owner. You heard Norah speaking out a few times, and of course felt her powerful steps around the room, but for the most part you simply laid in silence, in fear, or slept.
You took a step back, enjoying the fact she was captivated but still needing your space to breathe. "I'm getting there! But yes let's just say she sat on the glue...and me"
Quinn's eyes bulged open, thoroughly entertained but also sympathetic, "And? Did your plan work?! Was she attached to the couch?"
You looked down at your feet in embarrassment, "Well...not exactly..."
(Flashback Resume)
Norah fell back onto the couch, thoroughly exhausted from running the five miles to the neighborhood grocer and then walking the bags all the way back. She was proud of her little workout, but definitely began to regret it when the summer heat started to make her sweat profusely.
In her haste to get off her feet, Norah didn't spare a glance at the seat below, not that she usually did anyways. With an audible gust of air flying out from beneath her, Norah slammed down onto your defenseless body, your struggles against your glue muzzle failing to produce a peep.
Propping her feet on the coffee table, Norah let all her weight rest firmly on her ass as she grabbed for the remote and flipped to look for a movie she adored. Norah felt a small urge to hit the shower first as her womanly body odor was definitely noticeable, and she didn't want to gross up the house by dripping sweat all over the furniture. But before she could make up her mind, her air headed attention span came into play as she saw what was on the TV. "Oh you were right, honey! I do love this film!" Filled with glee, Norah wiggled her booty a bit just to settle in and turned the volume up.
You felt the glue you were trapped in gush against Norah's gray leggings-clad butt, either that or it was the sweat she had worked up pouring out of her crack as Norah's hips expanded when she bent over to sit. You cursed yourself for trying this plan in the first place, but mostly you cursed Tracy for leaving you to be sat on by Norah, especially since she knew how bad Norah's swamp ass was! Of course you had to lay the glue down dead-center on the couch cushion as well, so you were forced right up onto Norah's crack and subjected to all the lovely odor and pressure that accompanied it.
"Me too, Norah! Mind if I join you?" Tracy had skipped back into the room, finished with her unloading and a malicious glint in her eye as she noticed where Norah had planted herself.
"Of course! I'd love that!" Norah was elated to bond a bit with the usually distant Tracy, "Just sit on the other end of the couch, I don't want you to have to smell what the summer heat does to me!"
Tracy laughed at Norah before thinking of a way to gain brownie points and torment you at the same time, "Oh, no problem. Besides, you don't smell at all! Could probably even wear that outfit again before it needs a wash!"
Norah raised her eyebrows in surprise but trusted her angelic niece instantly. "You think? If you say so..." Tracy crinkled her cute nose a bit against the smell of Norah's salty sweat, but it was sooo worth it knowing how close you were to it.
The movie lasted a whole two hours before the credits ran. You prayed Norah would get up before the glue managed to dry but when she tried to get a sports drink from the fridge, Tracy jumped up to get it for her. This led to Norah simply becoming more grateful to have such a great niece, and her thoughts on you were completely out of mind.
Once the movie had totally concluded however, Norah rose from the couch. You felt your body pull and you wondered how the results of your plan were finally going to work out. It would be some small conciliation if Norah was stuck to the couch, and maybe you'd even get discovered.
As Norah stood, she felt a small bit of sticky resistance, but as her huge ass rose it easily won the tug of war and snapped the glue free from the couch cushion. Now you were spread out hugging the back of Norah's booty, with a firm layer of gray glue holding you in place. Not to mention due to your perfect placement of the glue, you were right in Norah's crack area, and you gulped knowing when Norah started walking, you'd be in for some rough grinding if this pair of tights was anything like her others that chewed her crack into a tight wedgie.
"Huh? Did I sit in something?" You felt Norah's hand swiping at your back, your face still hugging tight against her butt. Feeling a rough patch on her butt, Norah continued scratching at the weird tiny bump, trying to decipher what it was. "Do you see anything, Tracy?" Norah slightly bent over, allowing Tracy full view of your prison.
Tracy got a good look at you, or rather, the gray outline your body had made on the back of her aunt's pants. She couldn't help but snicker as she saw the definitive sweat stains that lined straight down Norah's crack, with your body fitting right in the center. "Oh, I don't know, it doesn't look like anything to me."
Norah wasn't fully satisfied, but shrugged it off anyways. "Alright, dear. Probably just one of Hunter's little jokes don't you think?" Tracy immediately agreed with a hearty laugh, and with that Norah made her way up the stairs to finally get that shower.
Peeling your leggings off her taut rear, you could only hear Norah's voice as she examined them. "Well, Tracy did say they're good for another wear..." Norah said, uncaringly letting them fall to the floor in a sweaty heap and kicking them aside with her foot as she walked her naked body off to get a nice hot and relaxing shower.
You were frozen solid in your glue prison, the only thing you could feel being the harsh glue on your back and the sickly damp feeling of fabric, still tainted with the potent scent of their owner. You heard Norah speaking out a few times, and of course felt her powerful steps around the room, but for the most part you simply laid in silence, in fear, or slept.
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April 23, 2025
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