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A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
falseident
In a wild yet concentrated panic, you wiggle and pull with all your strength. You throw any concerns of awaking Becky out of your mind. This was your one chance; you do not suspect Becky has ever made this kind of blunder before. You strain and pull…before with a start you sense that your right arm has reformed enough to pull itself free. It was still slightly cocooned between Becky’s ass cheeks, but you can move it a bit more. Using that freedom, you grasp the back of your head and pull it loose. You nearly sob with relief but steel yourself before losing focus. Methodically you begin to prize free the rest of your body before eventually you sit at the bottom of the valley of Becky’s ass, no longer adhered tightly. The only thing left was climbing your way out…
The cheeks surrounding you fill up nearly every nook and cranny which provide you ample footholds. You also surmised this would be the most dangerous part…Becky would most likely be awakened now by your movement. With careful grace you begin the climb out. You note with slight amusement that Becky’s ass is so gelatinous and sizeable that it practically feels like you are swimming through her flesh. Minutes pass before you hit what you imagine is the halfway point…you are so tired. Much like how extremely wet sand tires out you when walking through it, Becky’s ass proved to be quite the obstacle to “swim” through. You decide to risk a break…and ten minutes pass as you breathe a sigh of relief and exhaustion. With determination, you begin the rest of the trek.
Eventually, your swim becomes more akin to rock climbing as the cheeks begin to separate. You fee cool, fresh air and cannot help but take large gulps…despite the lingering fumes coming from Becky’s butt. You look back down and shudder at the depths below…Becky truly had a one-of-a-kind ass. Above you see the cheek you are climbing begin to level out into a more horizontal plane. Energy renewed at the sight you scramble the final distance before falling to your knees on top of her left ass cheek. You can finally see the interior of Becky’s master bedroom for the first time…you really want to cry. Wasting no more time you sprint across her ass and fling yourself off onto her blanket. Still running, you reach the edge of her bed and you quickly grab a wrinkled bit of the blanket and use it to climb down safely to the floor below.
Panting with exertion, you observe your surroundings using what moonlight came in through the windows. It appears you are on the second floor judging by the sight of a neighbor’s roof through a bedroom window. The room is sparsely furnished…not many hiding places. Deep under her bed, however, you notice an old mousehole…you see that the dust buildup nearby it indicates it has not been used for some time. Deciding it would be for the best to hide for now while you think on what to do, you rush over to it and enter inside. It is too dark to see much further in, but you walk a good distance away from the holes opening and finally let the toil you had went through claim you. You collapse and begin to quickly fall asleep…
The cheeks surrounding you fill up nearly every nook and cranny which provide you ample footholds. You also surmised this would be the most dangerous part…Becky would most likely be awakened now by your movement. With careful grace you begin the climb out. You note with slight amusement that Becky’s ass is so gelatinous and sizeable that it practically feels like you are swimming through her flesh. Minutes pass before you hit what you imagine is the halfway point…you are so tired. Much like how extremely wet sand tires out you when walking through it, Becky’s ass proved to be quite the obstacle to “swim” through. You decide to risk a break…and ten minutes pass as you breathe a sigh of relief and exhaustion. With determination, you begin the rest of the trek.
Eventually, your swim becomes more akin to rock climbing as the cheeks begin to separate. You fee cool, fresh air and cannot help but take large gulps…despite the lingering fumes coming from Becky’s butt. You look back down and shudder at the depths below…Becky truly had a one-of-a-kind ass. Above you see the cheek you are climbing begin to level out into a more horizontal plane. Energy renewed at the sight you scramble the final distance before falling to your knees on top of her left ass cheek. You can finally see the interior of Becky’s master bedroom for the first time…you really want to cry. Wasting no more time you sprint across her ass and fling yourself off onto her blanket. Still running, you reach the edge of her bed and you quickly grab a wrinkled bit of the blanket and use it to climb down safely to the floor below.
Panting with exertion, you observe your surroundings using what moonlight came in through the windows. It appears you are on the second floor judging by the sight of a neighbor’s roof through a bedroom window. The room is sparsely furnished…not many hiding places. Deep under her bed, however, you notice an old mousehole…you see that the dust buildup nearby it indicates it has not been used for some time. Deciding it would be for the best to hide for now while you think on what to do, you rush over to it and enter inside. It is too dark to see much further in, but you walk a good distance away from the holes opening and finally let the toil you had went through claim you. You collapse and begin to quickly fall asleep…
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April 23, 2025
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