Firmly Attached to Aoi’s Rear
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
azazel8
The sudden shock of the water striking your body was like being dunked in an ice bath following an intense workout. After spending hours being ironed on to your captor’s ass by a barrage of heat and pressure, you had some small hope that the sudden change might free you, but alas you remained firmly attached, even as your body began to shiver from the temperature loss. A joyful murmur from above suggested that, if she felt you at all, Aoi assumed you were vibrating in pleasure.
It wasn’t the first time you had been carried into a shower attached to a woman, deliberately or otherwise. In the past though, your attachment had been rudimentary at best, and the flow and the pressure of the water had been enough to free you, if not always for the better. This time, even as Aoi turned and a jet of water struck you directly, you could feel the moisture flowing over you, the last tiny pockets of air that had persisted between yourself and the bodacious girl’s skin sealed shut as water flowed through them and adhered you yet further with a wet slurp of bonded flesh. The humming from above grew louder as hands roamed, and you were pressed deep once more as fingers probed your exterior, apparently making sure that you remained where you belonged.
Another shift freed you from direct assault, though rivulets of water continued to stream across you from high above, flowing down the gentle curves of your tormentor’s back and across the swell of her booty to find your form. Your stomach dropped as you were suddenly launched into motion, and for a heart-stopping moment you almost thought you saw another booty approaching before the truth was rammed home with crushing finality as you found yourself slammed into the glass wall at the back of the shower. Your attempt to groan was smothered by shifting flesh as Aoi fiddled around with the bottles at her feet, unknowingly smearing her little boyfriend across the glass with a soft squeak as she moved side to side. It was over as suddenly as it began as the Asian girl righted herself and poured a generous serving of liquid soap onto her retrieved loafer, ready for a thorough clean.
Though deep down you had known it was coming regardless, the first real warning you had of your looming fate was the few suds that slid across you as Aoi began to lather her upper body, diluted from their trip down her body but still carrying enough of a sting to irritate your flesh. Though skin was skin, yours was significantly thinner than a normal humans’, and you never did react well to the kinds of powerful chemicals that tended to inhabit most products. As the humming above increased in volume and morphed into an off-key rendition of some pop tune, you put your all into attempting to wriggle free, not wanting to face what was to come even though you knew it was a hopeless fight.
Heedless of your fears, Aoi was enjoying herself immensely as she lathered her chest, taking more time then was needed to tease the sensitive flesh as she thought of her newfound little lover and the many things she would be able to do with him from now on. Though she was content to let you keep loving her booty for the time being, she couldn’t wait to introduce you to everything she had to offer. At the gym she’d given you a brief experience of her dexterous toys, but there were so many other things you were yet to experience. Just the thought sent a chill down her spine that had nothing to do with the cold water, as she finally moved away from her chest and quickly washed down her arms and stomach, reminding herself that there was no need to wait to play with you.
While she couldn’t see your location, your delusional captor did remember that you were pressed against her left cheek, ironically displaying a better capacity to keep track of you then most people who were actually concerned with your safety. For you, this meant being given a last few moments to pointlessly struggle as you watched the opposite mound of flesh being lathered up, your prison jiggling in sympathetic motion before the creeping shadow drifted over you as well. For Aoi, a shock ran through her as the loafer finally made contact with your body, the minor difference in sensation enough to break her off-key melody with a soft moan. Pushing deeper, she cleaned with a newfound enthusiasm, massaging her ass as she felt the lingering fatigue of her yoga session draining away. “Hmm. Don’t worry little guy, I’m going to make sure both of us get as clean as possible.”
Meanwhile you were feeling anything but relief as you once again felt the crushing weight of being pressed deeply into your crazy paramour’s bouncing flesh. The last of the sweat that you had been sure would be permanently ingrained into your skin was swept away, only to be replaced with the stinging soap, as it poured into every knock and cranny of your tortured body. The endless scrubbing tinged your skin red as the relentless strokes bombarded you from every direction, while you were forced to squeeze your eyes shut to combat the risk of losing your sight completely. You were deep enough now that you could feel the solid mass of muscle beneath the gelatinous flesh, pressed into the unforgiving surface and ground against it like you were being snuffed out against a rock.
Far more time than necessary was spent on this torture until Aoi finally deigned to move to the rest of her body, though not without a displeased noise as she glanced at her loafer and found you had not been carried along. Really, she appreciated a guy who could see the value of her booty, but she did want to get you off of there eventually. Still, there was time yet. Half-blinded and deafened by the abuse you had endured, you were given a precious few minutes to regain your equilibrium, interrupted only by another brief make-out session with the shower wall as Aoi bent over to clean her feet, this time aware enough of your presence to giggle as your prison vibrated against the glass.
By the time the two of you exited the shower your body had at least become somewhat more prominent against the Asian girl’s cheek, a red splotch of stretched skin looking something like an unfortunate friction burn. Despite the blemish on her otherwise flawless posterior, Aoi couldn’t help but giggle slightly at the sight as she looked into the mirror over her shoulder while quickly towelling off. The scrubbing from the towel was thankfully brief as it swept over you, though it likewise did nothing to free you as that joyful voice boomed from above. “Hehe. I couldn’t tell too clearly before but you’re really spread-out there huh. What do you think, have you had enough of my booty yet?” Another giggle, as if the very thought was ludicrous. “Well, I know you love it but there is more of me to explore you know. My last boyfriend had a blast exploring all of my mountains and valleys, and I’m sure you will too. Don’t worry though, my booty will always be there for you as well.”
Finally. As much as you wanted to protest Aoi’s ideas about your intentions, more than anything you just wanted to get free from her ass. If you could just get the chance to reform a little maybe you could explain to her that you didn’t want this, or better yet maybe get Tracy’s attention. You knew if you could just make yourself known to your little sister that you’d be home free. Whether the brunette would take you back to your roommates or insist on taking you somewhere ‘safer’ was up in the air, but at the very least she wouldn’t leave you here. Unfortunately, thoughts of freedom were cut short as close-cut nails began to scrape around your edges, passing seamlessly from tanned flesh to red as they failed to catch the seam. Each time you thought they might catch the moment passed and your heart dropped again in concert with a downward twist to your tormentor’s lips.
It wasn’t the first time you’d been ironed onto someone’s flesh like this, though it wasn’t like you’d ever gotten used to it either. When it got this bad you generally required either time to reform or a significant effort from someone who had intimate knowledge of how you worked, something which you suspect Aoi lacked despite her apparent experience with your kind. Sure enough your captor huffed out a breath as she shook her head, and placed a hand on her hip. “Geez, you really are just like Timmy aren’t you? He latched onto me like this sometimes as well. Wouldn’t let go for days even. And like, I appreciate the devotion but don’t you think it’s more fun to play with all of me?”
Not for the first time you wanted to object to the idea that any of this was your choice, but you remained unable to voice any such concerns. The towel returned to scrub you again, but had no more luck than the probing fingers, only succeeding in reddening you further. At this point you weren’t sure if it was a blessing or a curse that Aoi at least knew where you were. In the past you had been both stuck unaware to women like your mother and aunt, as well as stuck for days by clients who had deliberately abused your form. Honestly, it was hard to say which was worse. At least knowing you were there meant there was some hope of being eventually released.
For a brief moment you were plunged into shadow as a fresh pair of panties were pulled over you, only to be revealed once more as Aoi tugged the underwear up high enough to turn it into a thong, smiling at you once more over her shoulder. “I’m not going to cover you up. You’re a bit of a perv, but I’m still proud of my little boyfriend.” She gave you a little rub in recognition that you assumed was supposed to be comforting rather than another painful crushing. “Now, why don’t we…”
It wasn’t the first time you had been carried into a shower attached to a woman, deliberately or otherwise. In the past though, your attachment had been rudimentary at best, and the flow and the pressure of the water had been enough to free you, if not always for the better. This time, even as Aoi turned and a jet of water struck you directly, you could feel the moisture flowing over you, the last tiny pockets of air that had persisted between yourself and the bodacious girl’s skin sealed shut as water flowed through them and adhered you yet further with a wet slurp of bonded flesh. The humming from above grew louder as hands roamed, and you were pressed deep once more as fingers probed your exterior, apparently making sure that you remained where you belonged.
Another shift freed you from direct assault, though rivulets of water continued to stream across you from high above, flowing down the gentle curves of your tormentor’s back and across the swell of her booty to find your form. Your stomach dropped as you were suddenly launched into motion, and for a heart-stopping moment you almost thought you saw another booty approaching before the truth was rammed home with crushing finality as you found yourself slammed into the glass wall at the back of the shower. Your attempt to groan was smothered by shifting flesh as Aoi fiddled around with the bottles at her feet, unknowingly smearing her little boyfriend across the glass with a soft squeak as she moved side to side. It was over as suddenly as it began as the Asian girl righted herself and poured a generous serving of liquid soap onto her retrieved loafer, ready for a thorough clean.
Though deep down you had known it was coming regardless, the first real warning you had of your looming fate was the few suds that slid across you as Aoi began to lather her upper body, diluted from their trip down her body but still carrying enough of a sting to irritate your flesh. Though skin was skin, yours was significantly thinner than a normal humans’, and you never did react well to the kinds of powerful chemicals that tended to inhabit most products. As the humming above increased in volume and morphed into an off-key rendition of some pop tune, you put your all into attempting to wriggle free, not wanting to face what was to come even though you knew it was a hopeless fight.
Heedless of your fears, Aoi was enjoying herself immensely as she lathered her chest, taking more time then was needed to tease the sensitive flesh as she thought of her newfound little lover and the many things she would be able to do with him from now on. Though she was content to let you keep loving her booty for the time being, she couldn’t wait to introduce you to everything she had to offer. At the gym she’d given you a brief experience of her dexterous toys, but there were so many other things you were yet to experience. Just the thought sent a chill down her spine that had nothing to do with the cold water, as she finally moved away from her chest and quickly washed down her arms and stomach, reminding herself that there was no need to wait to play with you.
While she couldn’t see your location, your delusional captor did remember that you were pressed against her left cheek, ironically displaying a better capacity to keep track of you then most people who were actually concerned with your safety. For you, this meant being given a last few moments to pointlessly struggle as you watched the opposite mound of flesh being lathered up, your prison jiggling in sympathetic motion before the creeping shadow drifted over you as well. For Aoi, a shock ran through her as the loafer finally made contact with your body, the minor difference in sensation enough to break her off-key melody with a soft moan. Pushing deeper, she cleaned with a newfound enthusiasm, massaging her ass as she felt the lingering fatigue of her yoga session draining away. “Hmm. Don’t worry little guy, I’m going to make sure both of us get as clean as possible.”
Meanwhile you were feeling anything but relief as you once again felt the crushing weight of being pressed deeply into your crazy paramour’s bouncing flesh. The last of the sweat that you had been sure would be permanently ingrained into your skin was swept away, only to be replaced with the stinging soap, as it poured into every knock and cranny of your tortured body. The endless scrubbing tinged your skin red as the relentless strokes bombarded you from every direction, while you were forced to squeeze your eyes shut to combat the risk of losing your sight completely. You were deep enough now that you could feel the solid mass of muscle beneath the gelatinous flesh, pressed into the unforgiving surface and ground against it like you were being snuffed out against a rock.
Far more time than necessary was spent on this torture until Aoi finally deigned to move to the rest of her body, though not without a displeased noise as she glanced at her loafer and found you had not been carried along. Really, she appreciated a guy who could see the value of her booty, but she did want to get you off of there eventually. Still, there was time yet. Half-blinded and deafened by the abuse you had endured, you were given a precious few minutes to regain your equilibrium, interrupted only by another brief make-out session with the shower wall as Aoi bent over to clean her feet, this time aware enough of your presence to giggle as your prison vibrated against the glass.
By the time the two of you exited the shower your body had at least become somewhat more prominent against the Asian girl’s cheek, a red splotch of stretched skin looking something like an unfortunate friction burn. Despite the blemish on her otherwise flawless posterior, Aoi couldn’t help but giggle slightly at the sight as she looked into the mirror over her shoulder while quickly towelling off. The scrubbing from the towel was thankfully brief as it swept over you, though it likewise did nothing to free you as that joyful voice boomed from above. “Hehe. I couldn’t tell too clearly before but you’re really spread-out there huh. What do you think, have you had enough of my booty yet?” Another giggle, as if the very thought was ludicrous. “Well, I know you love it but there is more of me to explore you know. My last boyfriend had a blast exploring all of my mountains and valleys, and I’m sure you will too. Don’t worry though, my booty will always be there for you as well.”
Finally. As much as you wanted to protest Aoi’s ideas about your intentions, more than anything you just wanted to get free from her ass. If you could just get the chance to reform a little maybe you could explain to her that you didn’t want this, or better yet maybe get Tracy’s attention. You knew if you could just make yourself known to your little sister that you’d be home free. Whether the brunette would take you back to your roommates or insist on taking you somewhere ‘safer’ was up in the air, but at the very least she wouldn’t leave you here. Unfortunately, thoughts of freedom were cut short as close-cut nails began to scrape around your edges, passing seamlessly from tanned flesh to red as they failed to catch the seam. Each time you thought they might catch the moment passed and your heart dropped again in concert with a downward twist to your tormentor’s lips.
It wasn’t the first time you’d been ironed onto someone’s flesh like this, though it wasn’t like you’d ever gotten used to it either. When it got this bad you generally required either time to reform or a significant effort from someone who had intimate knowledge of how you worked, something which you suspect Aoi lacked despite her apparent experience with your kind. Sure enough your captor huffed out a breath as she shook her head, and placed a hand on her hip. “Geez, you really are just like Timmy aren’t you? He latched onto me like this sometimes as well. Wouldn’t let go for days even. And like, I appreciate the devotion but don’t you think it’s more fun to play with all of me?”
Not for the first time you wanted to object to the idea that any of this was your choice, but you remained unable to voice any such concerns. The towel returned to scrub you again, but had no more luck than the probing fingers, only succeeding in reddening you further. At this point you weren’t sure if it was a blessing or a curse that Aoi at least knew where you were. In the past you had been both stuck unaware to women like your mother and aunt, as well as stuck for days by clients who had deliberately abused your form. Honestly, it was hard to say which was worse. At least knowing you were there meant there was some hope of being eventually released.
For a brief moment you were plunged into shadow as a fresh pair of panties were pulled over you, only to be revealed once more as Aoi tugged the underwear up high enough to turn it into a thong, smiling at you once more over her shoulder. “I’m not going to cover you up. You’re a bit of a perv, but I’m still proud of my little boyfriend.” She gave you a little rub in recognition that you assumed was supposed to be comforting rather than another painful crushing. “Now, why don’t we…”
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