Extending a Deal you Never Made
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 9
by
Bobob1
Grinding away on your poor body, Norah let out a pleased sigh as she resumed her concentration. With her handy nephew along with her, she could finally enjoy the benefits of hot yoga without the annoying consequence of getting soaked. Not to mention it was a little fun to be able to share the experience with someone else. Maybe you'd even learn a thing or two about yoga in the process!
Norah wasn't wrong as you pretty much knew most of her routine by now. Unfortunately for you, she seemed as carefree as ever to use you as nothing more than a rag all throughout the experience. After Norah had silenced you by taking a seat down on your face, your body quickly stuck to the back of this ditzy broad's butt and you were forced to wiggle and flex along with each subtle movement of Norah's ass as you accompanied her as a second skin.
This worked well for her for a while as she enjoyed the extra cushioning, but eventually she was once again dripping all over her mat. Peeling you free from her ass, Norah casually wiped you along from her forehead down to her waist without needing to interrupt her practice by speaking to you. Finished drying herself as much as she could, which was unfortunately still pretty wet, she dropped your body to the floor where she stood atop you like you were just some addition to the mat itself.
Feeling your plush body squish beneath her soles, Norah was beginning to feel the true benefits to your form. Not only were you naturally absorbent which was ludicrously helpful to her, but you were also extra soft and squishy which was a huge help for something like yoga where you were basically on the floor barring a thin mat of rubber. Grinning with satisfaction, she couldn't help but wiggle her toes excitedly atop you.
You felt this wiggling as a battering of heavy blows as sweaty balls of flesh drummed into your face. You would gag if you could as you got a full taste of the salty residue they were splashing down onto you. You were forced to look up between the spaces of her toes to see the intimidating full height of Norah, her face easily blocked out by her prestigious chest. You winced through blurred vision as Norah lunged into another pose, her movement allowing a few more sticky droplets to cascade off her body onto you.
Finally finished with her routine, Norah was panting and thoroughly soaked even with your assistance. "Phew, it's never easy, is it honey?" Norah wasn't exactly expecting a response as she was busy stroking you up and down each underarm before moving on to the next soaked body part. After an eternal five minutes of cleaning up Norah's latest lather, she tried holding you from each side and wringing out her gross sweat, only to have nothing come out.
Giggling up a storm, Norah laughed out, "Still thirsty, huh?" and you were placed on the floor. Watching Norah struggle out of her painted on compression shorts, you knew what was coming next.
Carelessly stripping free from her spandex restraints, Norah let her shorts and bra hit the ground beside you with a squelch. You tried to shield your eyes from your aunt's shining with sweat body as usual, but you noticed her face was extra red this time. "I'm sorry but the worst is next, Hunter. You probably know this is the spot that I need you the most!" Picking you up and swinging you around to face her swell of a rear she teased you along her cheeks before running you up and down her crack slowly.
"I know you love to help out, and this spot really is where I need the most help, so actually I guess this spot isn't the worst, it's the best!" With renewed vigor and a newfound lack of guilt, Norah finally plunged you beneath the surface of her crack to attack her rivers of accumulated sweat directly. You tried to let out a scream as your senses were assaulted by Norah's overwhelming ass sweat but you didn't even let out a peep. Norah had done too much damage.
You finally felt your body pop free from the steaming cavern of Norah's walloping booty and tried to heave a sigh of relief. Only to have Norah plunge you back in even deeper than before! Wiping methodically all around, Norah wanted to make sure you got to every last drop she had worked up. After all, what kind of aunt would she be if she didn't allow you to utilize your utmost potential? Finally feeling decently cleaned up, Norah removed your battered and filthy form from her rear before discarding you among her other sopping garments.
Carried through your home in Norah's arms, you feared you knew exactly where Norah was taking you. Even though she knew you were her nephew, was she still going to wash you amongst her clothes? As she dumped you into the washer, you saw her start to close the lid before you saw her appear startled by something.
"Oh Hunter, that's right!" Thank god she had remembered you!
"Thanks again for today! You really are such a godsend! Does today count as like, day one or day zero? Oh well, we'll figure it out!" With that you saw her turn her back on you and you were cast into blackness as she closed the lid. "Or maybe I should be saying you're welcome...?" Norah mumbled as she headed off to the shower.
An hour later and light shone on you as Tracy's bratty face appeared above you. Restraining a chorus of laughter, Tracy just bellowed at you, "How the hell did you get yourself into this one, Hunter? I mean really, you had your chance, and you blew it!" Tracy had already picked you up and began placing you under the box once again.
"If this is all I have to do to keep you out of my hair from now on, I'm much obliged to help!" Tracy let the box fall with a smack, this time ensuring no loose limbs were sticking free.
The following morning, Norah knew right where to find you! "Sure is sweet of you to make sure you stay flat by sleeping under this box, hon! That's the kind of attitude that will take you really far in my profession!" Swinging you in her stride, Norah carried you off towards another day of torture. This time Norah ran you through the usual works, and you felt as helpless and worn out as ever, as did she! However notably Norah simply tossed you into the washer with a "Thanks!" before heading about her day.
The next day Norah just gave you a casual good morning, and after that she seemed to fall silent in focus. Tossed without a care afterwards, you wondered when this would finally stop. The irony of that statement was that Norah seemed to particularly be enjoying these yoga sessions and began throwing in an extra one in the evening. She did have the free time after all since she was just looking after Tracy.
As the days droned on Norah spoke to you less and less. One session went by without even a word, and you worried Norah was beginning to forget you were even a person and not an extra special yoga rag. After a grueling SIX days under Norah she finally seemed to recall who you were and asked Tracy how long it had been with you in towel form. You did have some sort of deal after all, she was just a bit hazy with her memory.
"I'm pretty sure it's been about three days, so I'd say you have another seven before he wants some kind of reward." Tracy lied through her teeth to which Norah accepted without question. You tried to scream and protest with every fiber of your being, but Norah didn't feel a thing and merely tucked half of you into her waistband to carry. Taking you into the sweltering studio once more, Norah decided she'd really push herself to her limits while she was here.
After an excruciating two weeks of nonstop sweat, stench, crushing, and being squished into Norah, Tracy finally popped her head into the steamy studio one day and called out, struggling to restrain her coughing and hold her breath, "Hey Norah, Mom just called! She'll be back tomorrow and said you can head out whenever!" Portions of your soaked tan body were splayed out under Norah's thick ass as she responded, "Thanks, dear, I'll probably get out of here this evening then!"
It had been a week since Norah had even uttered a word to you, and whenever her eyes laid upon you, they were only filled with a gaze that conveyed her feelings of utility to you and not one of recognition. As Norah scrubbed you against each of her slick, sweaty soles at the end of that day's session, she felt a weird nagging in the back of her head that she was overlooking something. Whatever it was, she had the overwhelming sudden hunger for some ice cream as soon as possible.
That evening, after a particularly long and grueling session, Norah was packing her things away when she came upon your tan and flattened form. Gazing up at this uncaring gorgeous face, you prayed for some kind of recognition that this airhead would remember who you were!
With steadfast resolve, Norah decided your fate by...
Norah wasn't wrong as you pretty much knew most of her routine by now. Unfortunately for you, she seemed as carefree as ever to use you as nothing more than a rag all throughout the experience. After Norah had silenced you by taking a seat down on your face, your body quickly stuck to the back of this ditzy broad's butt and you were forced to wiggle and flex along with each subtle movement of Norah's ass as you accompanied her as a second skin.
This worked well for her for a while as she enjoyed the extra cushioning, but eventually she was once again dripping all over her mat. Peeling you free from her ass, Norah casually wiped you along from her forehead down to her waist without needing to interrupt her practice by speaking to you. Finished drying herself as much as she could, which was unfortunately still pretty wet, she dropped your body to the floor where she stood atop you like you were just some addition to the mat itself.
Feeling your plush body squish beneath her soles, Norah was beginning to feel the true benefits to your form. Not only were you naturally absorbent which was ludicrously helpful to her, but you were also extra soft and squishy which was a huge help for something like yoga where you were basically on the floor barring a thin mat of rubber. Grinning with satisfaction, she couldn't help but wiggle her toes excitedly atop you.
You felt this wiggling as a battering of heavy blows as sweaty balls of flesh drummed into your face. You would gag if you could as you got a full taste of the salty residue they were splashing down onto you. You were forced to look up between the spaces of her toes to see the intimidating full height of Norah, her face easily blocked out by her prestigious chest. You winced through blurred vision as Norah lunged into another pose, her movement allowing a few more sticky droplets to cascade off her body onto you.
Finally finished with her routine, Norah was panting and thoroughly soaked even with your assistance. "Phew, it's never easy, is it honey?" Norah wasn't exactly expecting a response as she was busy stroking you up and down each underarm before moving on to the next soaked body part. After an eternal five minutes of cleaning up Norah's latest lather, she tried holding you from each side and wringing out her gross sweat, only to have nothing come out.
Giggling up a storm, Norah laughed out, "Still thirsty, huh?" and you were placed on the floor. Watching Norah struggle out of her painted on compression shorts, you knew what was coming next.
Carelessly stripping free from her spandex restraints, Norah let her shorts and bra hit the ground beside you with a squelch. You tried to shield your eyes from your aunt's shining with sweat body as usual, but you noticed her face was extra red this time. "I'm sorry but the worst is next, Hunter. You probably know this is the spot that I need you the most!" Picking you up and swinging you around to face her swell of a rear she teased you along her cheeks before running you up and down her crack slowly.
"I know you love to help out, and this spot really is where I need the most help, so actually I guess this spot isn't the worst, it's the best!" With renewed vigor and a newfound lack of guilt, Norah finally plunged you beneath the surface of her crack to attack her rivers of accumulated sweat directly. You tried to let out a scream as your senses were assaulted by Norah's overwhelming ass sweat but you didn't even let out a peep. Norah had done too much damage.
You finally felt your body pop free from the steaming cavern of Norah's walloping booty and tried to heave a sigh of relief. Only to have Norah plunge you back in even deeper than before! Wiping methodically all around, Norah wanted to make sure you got to every last drop she had worked up. After all, what kind of aunt would she be if she didn't allow you to utilize your utmost potential? Finally feeling decently cleaned up, Norah removed your battered and filthy form from her rear before discarding you among her other sopping garments.
Carried through your home in Norah's arms, you feared you knew exactly where Norah was taking you. Even though she knew you were her nephew, was she still going to wash you amongst her clothes? As she dumped you into the washer, you saw her start to close the lid before you saw her appear startled by something.
"Oh Hunter, that's right!" Thank god she had remembered you!
"Thanks again for today! You really are such a godsend! Does today count as like, day one or day zero? Oh well, we'll figure it out!" With that you saw her turn her back on you and you were cast into blackness as she closed the lid. "Or maybe I should be saying you're welcome...?" Norah mumbled as she headed off to the shower.
An hour later and light shone on you as Tracy's bratty face appeared above you. Restraining a chorus of laughter, Tracy just bellowed at you, "How the hell did you get yourself into this one, Hunter? I mean really, you had your chance, and you blew it!" Tracy had already picked you up and began placing you under the box once again.
"If this is all I have to do to keep you out of my hair from now on, I'm much obliged to help!" Tracy let the box fall with a smack, this time ensuring no loose limbs were sticking free.
The following morning, Norah knew right where to find you! "Sure is sweet of you to make sure you stay flat by sleeping under this box, hon! That's the kind of attitude that will take you really far in my profession!" Swinging you in her stride, Norah carried you off towards another day of torture. This time Norah ran you through the usual works, and you felt as helpless and worn out as ever, as did she! However notably Norah simply tossed you into the washer with a "Thanks!" before heading about her day.
The next day Norah just gave you a casual good morning, and after that she seemed to fall silent in focus. Tossed without a care afterwards, you wondered when this would finally stop. The irony of that statement was that Norah seemed to particularly be enjoying these yoga sessions and began throwing in an extra one in the evening. She did have the free time after all since she was just looking after Tracy.
As the days droned on Norah spoke to you less and less. One session went by without even a word, and you worried Norah was beginning to forget you were even a person and not an extra special yoga rag. After a grueling SIX days under Norah she finally seemed to recall who you were and asked Tracy how long it had been with you in towel form. You did have some sort of deal after all, she was just a bit hazy with her memory.
"I'm pretty sure it's been about three days, so I'd say you have another seven before he wants some kind of reward." Tracy lied through her teeth to which Norah accepted without question. You tried to scream and protest with every fiber of your being, but Norah didn't feel a thing and merely tucked half of you into her waistband to carry. Taking you into the sweltering studio once more, Norah decided she'd really push herself to her limits while she was here.
After an excruciating two weeks of nonstop sweat, stench, crushing, and being squished into Norah, Tracy finally popped her head into the steamy studio one day and called out, struggling to restrain her coughing and hold her breath, "Hey Norah, Mom just called! She'll be back tomorrow and said you can head out whenever!" Portions of your soaked tan body were splayed out under Norah's thick ass as she responded, "Thanks, dear, I'll probably get out of here this evening then!"
It had been a week since Norah had even uttered a word to you, and whenever her eyes laid upon you, they were only filled with a gaze that conveyed her feelings of utility to you and not one of recognition. As Norah scrubbed you against each of her slick, sweaty soles at the end of that day's session, she felt a weird nagging in the back of her head that she was overlooking something. Whatever it was, she had the overwhelming sudden hunger for some ice cream as soon as possible.
That evening, after a particularly long and grueling session, Norah was packing her things away when she came upon your tan and flattened form. Gazing up at this uncaring gorgeous face, you prayed for some kind of recognition that this airhead would remember who you were!
With steadfast resolve, Norah decided your fate by...
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