Unexpected Family Reunion
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
azazel8
Your captor was practically skipping as she strolled into her two bedroom townhouse, happily slamming both her booty and yourself into the door with a wet slap to send it swinging back into place. Momentarily dazed by the sudden impact, you missed the initial exchange as she called out a greeting and was drawn into the living room, the ringing in your ears finally fading to a manageable buzz part way through a sentence. “-never guess what happened at my yoga class today.”
Were you able to speak right now you would have screamed out that what had happened was that she had kidnapped you, but your attempts to scream did little but send a small vibration through the flesh that was filling what remained of your mouth. The only response you received was in the form of a minor earthquake as Aoi wiggled in response to what she interpreted as a sign of affection. You would have tried to scream again had you not become aware of another presence in the room, their form obscured from your current vantage point and voice muffled to your ears. “Were you flirting with an instructor again? Or ‘being friendly’ as you insist on calling it.” That voice. It was familiar to you even through the static at the edge of your hearing, but you couldn’t quite…
The loss of your clothes to the fibres of the car seat had removed the last visible sign identifying you as anything other than an off-colour smear across your tormentor’s left butt cheek, and experience had taught you that you now had little hope of reforming without external help or several hours of uninterrupted progress. Which meant that a lot could be riding on the owner of that voice. You’d met your fair share of women thanks both to your myriad experiences through schooling, vacations, and the many ‘jobs’ that your aunt had recruited you for, but you hadn’t spoken to many in detail, and you knew that this voice was more familiar than that. Which narrowed it down considerably.
Heedless of your thoughts, Aoi smiled widely as her roommate stood to greet her, bouncing on her toes a little and setting off another tremor that rippled through your battered form. “Well, you’re part right.” Really, she wasn’t sure why so many people seemed to think she was flirting with them. She was friendly sure, but she had no real interest in normal-sized guys, or girls for that matter. No, her real flirting and affection was reserved for the tiny guys who had long ago stolen her heart. Like the diminutive hunk that was still hugging her ass with everything he had and then some. “I met a little cutie in my yoga class. You could say that we really hit it off, so I’ll be leaving the singles club.” She didn’t mention that she’d brought you home, but did reach back to firmly cup her own butt.
Even as the palm of Aoi’s hand forced your face deeper into her flesh, you could almost hear the eye roll in her roommate’s voice. “For you to call them that, you must be talking about a tiny right? I thought that class was girls-only, how did you even…” A pause. “Whatever. Just promise me you actually gave the guy a chance to talk this time. We don’t want a repeat of last month’s fiasco.” With each word spoken, the pieces started to fall into place, and all at once you recognised exactly who this was. The cadence. The tone. The lyrical notes of a suppressed laugh. It was a voice which had meant both damnation and salvation for you in years past. The voice of your little sister Tracy.
A small light of hope began to shine in your mind. If Tracy was here, if you could just get her to notice you, then perhaps you could get out of this situation. Though the two of you had certainly had your issues in the past, ever since you had come home from college that first time she had proven herself to be a reliable ally, and one who was committed to making amends for past wrongs. Even as you thought that, you were brought closer as Aoi giggled and moved forward, her hands moving away as she sought a hug from your larger sibling. “Oh, don’t be mad. I’m telling you that guy wanted to play with my toes. Just because his wife got mad about it doesn’t mean he wasn’t having fun.” That woman should have been thanking her for showing her how to really handle her lover.
A splayed hand to the face stopped your delusional tormentor in her tracks as Tracy protected herself from the impending assault. “Don’t. You’re dripping all over. Take a shower you duffus.” Her tone was teasing and not without affection, but with an underlying tone of severity that warned of consequences if the sweaty girl tried her luck. A shake of her head sent the brunette’s braids swinging and she sighed at her friend’s usual exuberance. “And you know it’s because you talk like that that I don’t want to introduce you to my brother.” Or, more accurately, it’s because she had never been able to shake the feeling that Aoi would run off with you the first chance she got.
Smiling playfully, Aoi relented her attempts to embrace your sister, though scoffed at the latter statement. “Hmph, he would have loved me and you know it.” She sighed wistfully at what could have been, while you were chilled to the bone at the revelation that such a fate had been hanging over you, held at bay by your sister alone. And yet, somehow the universe had delivered you to this crazy girl’s clutches regardless, like it was playing a game with y-. Your thoughts were interrupted as your tormentor’s hand descended from the sky to deliver a powerful slap to her own rear, leaving a temporary imprint of her hand against the cheek and your twisted body as you jiggled in place. “I mean, he’s missing out on all this, while my new little guy is going to get it all to himself.”
You silently groaned at this latest assault, while simultaneously wishing you could get your would-be paramour to see that neither you, nor any tiny you had ever met, appreciated this kind of treatment. Apparently done with the discussion, Aoi turned to leave, and you got the chance to actually see your sister for the first time as you stared out from the retreating posterior through eyes blurred by hours of endless crushing. For a moment you thought that she might actually see you as her eyes involuntary flicked to your bouncing prison, but they diverted themselves quickly with a slight blush and you were left behind to be carried away from your only immediate hope of salvation.
Your last glimpse of Tracy was your sister dropping back onto the girls’ tan coloured couch before she was lost to you all together as Aoi turned a corner and bounced into her own room. It was difficult to see from your location but it was a fairly typical room all told, dominated by a bed against one wall and a computer desk against the other, with a dresser sandwiched between. A few stray clothes and knickknacks were spread around, which were quickly added to as your captor slipped off her top and shoes before moving to peel her booty shorts from where they had been practically devoured by her cheeks. For a moment your vision darkened as you were pressed between the sweaty fabric and the warm flesh of the Asian girl’s rear, but any hope of being peeled away with the shorts quickly faded as they dropped to the ground and left your prone form behind.
Now clad only in a thong that was little more than a couple of strings, Aoi bundled up her discarded clothing and dumped them into a nearby laundry basket before gathering a fresh set from her drawers. As she moved she engaged you in a one-sided conversation now that she was confident her roommate was out of earshot. “We still need some more personal time I think, but don’t worry, I’ll introduce you to Tracy latter. She acts coy about it, but she knows how to treat a tiny properly. Her little brother is a cutie just like you, so she’s had years of proper handling experience.” She giggled at the comparison, unaware of just how close she was hitting to the mark as she bounced her way into the adjoining bathroom, her now barely contained booty jiggling along behind her.
You wanted to tell this crazy girl that he wasn’t someone like you, he was you. Aoi’s words made you wonder just what exactly Tracy had told her roommate about your teenage years and what she had done to you. While you knew it would be hypocritical, you did wish that your sister would keep those kinds of stories to herself, and avoid putting any weird ideas in her friends’ heads. As the sound of running water burst into life, you knew from experience what would come next, your last clear view of the room being the sight of a bouncing ass reflected in the room’s mirror, with the discolouration that was you barely even visible to your own eyes. You couldn’t help but reflect that the chance to see an attractive girl in the nude wasn’t remotely worth the price you’d had to pay.
The only slim hope you had was that the shower would at least free you from your prison, giving you some small chance to escape or at least explain your plight, but is that even possible anymore?
Were you able to speak right now you would have screamed out that what had happened was that she had kidnapped you, but your attempts to scream did little but send a small vibration through the flesh that was filling what remained of your mouth. The only response you received was in the form of a minor earthquake as Aoi wiggled in response to what she interpreted as a sign of affection. You would have tried to scream again had you not become aware of another presence in the room, their form obscured from your current vantage point and voice muffled to your ears. “Were you flirting with an instructor again? Or ‘being friendly’ as you insist on calling it.” That voice. It was familiar to you even through the static at the edge of your hearing, but you couldn’t quite…
The loss of your clothes to the fibres of the car seat had removed the last visible sign identifying you as anything other than an off-colour smear across your tormentor’s left butt cheek, and experience had taught you that you now had little hope of reforming without external help or several hours of uninterrupted progress. Which meant that a lot could be riding on the owner of that voice. You’d met your fair share of women thanks both to your myriad experiences through schooling, vacations, and the many ‘jobs’ that your aunt had recruited you for, but you hadn’t spoken to many in detail, and you knew that this voice was more familiar than that. Which narrowed it down considerably.
Heedless of your thoughts, Aoi smiled widely as her roommate stood to greet her, bouncing on her toes a little and setting off another tremor that rippled through your battered form. “Well, you’re part right.” Really, she wasn’t sure why so many people seemed to think she was flirting with them. She was friendly sure, but she had no real interest in normal-sized guys, or girls for that matter. No, her real flirting and affection was reserved for the tiny guys who had long ago stolen her heart. Like the diminutive hunk that was still hugging her ass with everything he had and then some. “I met a little cutie in my yoga class. You could say that we really hit it off, so I’ll be leaving the singles club.” She didn’t mention that she’d brought you home, but did reach back to firmly cup her own butt.
Even as the palm of Aoi’s hand forced your face deeper into her flesh, you could almost hear the eye roll in her roommate’s voice. “For you to call them that, you must be talking about a tiny right? I thought that class was girls-only, how did you even…” A pause. “Whatever. Just promise me you actually gave the guy a chance to talk this time. We don’t want a repeat of last month’s fiasco.” With each word spoken, the pieces started to fall into place, and all at once you recognised exactly who this was. The cadence. The tone. The lyrical notes of a suppressed laugh. It was a voice which had meant both damnation and salvation for you in years past. The voice of your little sister Tracy.
A small light of hope began to shine in your mind. If Tracy was here, if you could just get her to notice you, then perhaps you could get out of this situation. Though the two of you had certainly had your issues in the past, ever since you had come home from college that first time she had proven herself to be a reliable ally, and one who was committed to making amends for past wrongs. Even as you thought that, you were brought closer as Aoi giggled and moved forward, her hands moving away as she sought a hug from your larger sibling. “Oh, don’t be mad. I’m telling you that guy wanted to play with my toes. Just because his wife got mad about it doesn’t mean he wasn’t having fun.” That woman should have been thanking her for showing her how to really handle her lover.
A splayed hand to the face stopped your delusional tormentor in her tracks as Tracy protected herself from the impending assault. “Don’t. You’re dripping all over. Take a shower you duffus.” Her tone was teasing and not without affection, but with an underlying tone of severity that warned of consequences if the sweaty girl tried her luck. A shake of her head sent the brunette’s braids swinging and she sighed at her friend’s usual exuberance. “And you know it’s because you talk like that that I don’t want to introduce you to my brother.” Or, more accurately, it’s because she had never been able to shake the feeling that Aoi would run off with you the first chance she got.
Smiling playfully, Aoi relented her attempts to embrace your sister, though scoffed at the latter statement. “Hmph, he would have loved me and you know it.” She sighed wistfully at what could have been, while you were chilled to the bone at the revelation that such a fate had been hanging over you, held at bay by your sister alone. And yet, somehow the universe had delivered you to this crazy girl’s clutches regardless, like it was playing a game with y-. Your thoughts were interrupted as your tormentor’s hand descended from the sky to deliver a powerful slap to her own rear, leaving a temporary imprint of her hand against the cheek and your twisted body as you jiggled in place. “I mean, he’s missing out on all this, while my new little guy is going to get it all to himself.”
You silently groaned at this latest assault, while simultaneously wishing you could get your would-be paramour to see that neither you, nor any tiny you had ever met, appreciated this kind of treatment. Apparently done with the discussion, Aoi turned to leave, and you got the chance to actually see your sister for the first time as you stared out from the retreating posterior through eyes blurred by hours of endless crushing. For a moment you thought that she might actually see you as her eyes involuntary flicked to your bouncing prison, but they diverted themselves quickly with a slight blush and you were left behind to be carried away from your only immediate hope of salvation.
Your last glimpse of Tracy was your sister dropping back onto the girls’ tan coloured couch before she was lost to you all together as Aoi turned a corner and bounced into her own room. It was difficult to see from your location but it was a fairly typical room all told, dominated by a bed against one wall and a computer desk against the other, with a dresser sandwiched between. A few stray clothes and knickknacks were spread around, which were quickly added to as your captor slipped off her top and shoes before moving to peel her booty shorts from where they had been practically devoured by her cheeks. For a moment your vision darkened as you were pressed between the sweaty fabric and the warm flesh of the Asian girl’s rear, but any hope of being peeled away with the shorts quickly faded as they dropped to the ground and left your prone form behind.
Now clad only in a thong that was little more than a couple of strings, Aoi bundled up her discarded clothing and dumped them into a nearby laundry basket before gathering a fresh set from her drawers. As she moved she engaged you in a one-sided conversation now that she was confident her roommate was out of earshot. “We still need some more personal time I think, but don’t worry, I’ll introduce you to Tracy latter. She acts coy about it, but she knows how to treat a tiny properly. Her little brother is a cutie just like you, so she’s had years of proper handling experience.” She giggled at the comparison, unaware of just how close she was hitting to the mark as she bounced her way into the adjoining bathroom, her now barely contained booty jiggling along behind her.
You wanted to tell this crazy girl that he wasn’t someone like you, he was you. Aoi’s words made you wonder just what exactly Tracy had told her roommate about your teenage years and what she had done to you. While you knew it would be hypocritical, you did wish that your sister would keep those kinds of stories to herself, and avoid putting any weird ideas in her friends’ heads. As the sound of running water burst into life, you knew from experience what would come next, your last clear view of the room being the sight of a bouncing ass reflected in the room’s mirror, with the discolouration that was you barely even visible to your own eyes. You couldn’t help but reflect that the chance to see an attractive girl in the nude wasn’t remotely worth the price you’d had to pay.
The only slim hope you had was that the shower would at least free you from your prison, giving you some small chance to escape or at least explain your plight, but is that even possible anymore?
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