Your Sister and Your Savior
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 13
by
Bobob1
“Uh…okay.” Tracy bit her lip as she lightly traced her index finger along your body. You shuddered at her cold touch. “You really did a number on this poor guy, Aoi. Don’t know if I believe he actually wanted this.”
Aoi scoffed overdramatically. “How can you say that, Tracy-cakes? What little cutie wouldn’t want their whole world to be this heavenly piece of ass?” Aoi grinned happily at her own self-aggrandizing, still firmly entrenched in her fantasy that you were fully onboard with her kidnapping and forced sensual advances.
Tracy rolled her eyes, used to her roommates aggressive tactics towards tinies who curried her favor. One day, she’d sit Aoi down for a lengthy talk on the proper way to respect tinies and treat them well. If she was up to it, Tracy even considered using her own poor behavior from the past as a model for how she’d grown as a person. That being said, a small part of her feared Aoi would take away the wrong lessons from Tracy’s past incidents with her tiny brother.
Regardless, the task at hand was what was most important, and Tracy began trying to peel you free by scratching at you with her fingernails. Sadly, you were far too engrained.
Tracy groaned. “Yeah…figured it wouldn’t be easy.” She hopped up from the couch. “Stay right here. I’m gonna go grab some things that might help us out. Save that poor tiny from any more time squished up against your fat ass.”
Aoi gasped, and threw a pillow at Tracy, who expertly dodged the attack with a chuckle. She then slipped out of the room, leaving you and Aoi alone once more.
The curvaceous giantess tried to look over her shoulder to spot you, but her butt was simply too massive for her to get a good look at your smeared blob of a body smack in the middle of her hefty left butt cheek. Blindly, she tickled at her cheek in what was supposed to be a flirtatious caress, but was more-or-less yet another round of smudging for your malleable body.
Finally, Aoi got tired of the awkward position she was holding and plopped back into a normal sitting position on the couch. Her alluring derriere slammed into the couch cushion, crashing all of her weight back onto you. You internally groaned at the uncomfortable pressure of the well-developed giantess slowly squeezing the life out of you.
Tracy strolled back into the room after a few minutes, stopped in her tracks, and sighed. “Seriously, Aoi? We’re trying to get the poor dude off, not MORE stuck. Stand up.” Tracy grumbled at her roommate’s careless actions.
Aoi blinked for a second, then giggled. “Oh, right! I was having so much fun with the tiny guy, I nearly forgot!” She laughed again, then flipped around over the edge of the couch, once more presenting her scrumptious posterior to your sister. “Gotta say, even if you can’t get him off, it’s no biggie! The hunky little dude can just be a permanent tattoo!”
Tracy frowned. “Um, no he can’t. He’s a real person, Aoi.”
Aoi pouted. “But it’s a nice life for him, right? Sexy Aoi Ass, twenty-four seven? Constant love and adoration?” The playfully giantess smirked as she rubbed her hand into your body once more, again grinding your mushed form into an even-more indistinguishable blob. Tracy was about to retort, when Aoi locked eyes with her. “I mean, would YOU turn down all of this?”
Your younger sister balked, and her cheeks lightly burned pink. “Th-that’s neither here nor there! We’re t-talking about this tiny guy you abducted out of that gym! How’s he going to eat and drink while stuck to you?” Tracy inquired, and Aoi simply shrugged. Swearing under her breath, Tracy pushed deeper with her questioning. “How’s he going to…uh…say that he loves you back when he’s stuck flat? How can he kiss you, and you kiss him, when he’s plastered where he is?”
Aoi’s eyes lit up with alarm at those words. “Oh, gosh! I didn’t think about that! I was so caught up in letting him get a good body-full of ass, that I…oh my gosh! Tracy, please get him off of me!” Aoi was nearly panicking now, and presenting a clear case of her highly skewed priorities. “I need him to experience me and my love in so many other ways!”
Tracy wondered internally if she’d gone a bit far in coaxing Aoi to cooperate, but she’d deal with any ramifications afterward. For now, she merely nodded. “Yeah, you crazy chick, I’m working on it. Stay still.”
Aoi shut-up immediately, comically serious now that future flirt sessions with her new tiny boyfriend were on the line, and kept her body as rigid as possible. Tracy, meanwhile, picked up a small bottle of glue that she’d brought with her back into the room. Along with the glue, she’d also brought a wax strip, and another small bottle with some sort of liquid inside.
“Okay, Aoi. I’m dabbing some glue on first. Just where the tiny guy is. It might be a little cold.” Tracy explained, as she began using a miniature brush to apply a sticky coating of glue to your disfigured body. Truthfully, Tracy had to squint just to see the area where you slightly lighter skin tone contrasted with Aoi’s tan complexion. She wondered if it would’ve taken even a day for you to be fully engrained into the girl’s buttocks.
Once the glue was in place, Tracy picked up the wax strip delicately. “This part will hurt, so I’m sorry in advance. This wax strip will stick super, super hard to the glue, and should work perfectly in getting the tiny guy free in one pull. Remember how we did this a while back with that tiny that got embedded into your tummy when you rolled over onto him while napping together?”
Aoi’s eyes widened. “What? But that hurt so much!”
“Yeah? So will this!” Tracy exclaimed, launching into motion right as she finished speaking, and before Aoi could try to wiggle out of cooperation, both figuratively and literally. The wax strip smacked into her titanic behind, aimed mostly at her globe-like left cheek, which is where you were imprinted. Then, with a mighty pull, Tracy ripped the wax strip back, the entire ordeal punctuated by an ear-piercing shriek of discomfort from Aoi.
Aoi whirled away and leapt to her feet, jumping up and down in pain and rubbing delicately at her ass. Her left cheek was a bright red color, and by the small tears welling up in the Asian girl’s eyes, it was clear that the pain was searing. Even still, clad in only a loose top and nothing else, Aoi was a mess of scantily-clad jiggliness as she bounced around the room in agony, and Tracy had to take a second to force herself to not stare.
Your younger sister then laid the wax strip out on the coffee table in front of her, easily spotting your tan globby form stuck right in the middle of the white strip of wax. Her plan had worked with a hitch, and now only one step was left to complete it. She popped the cap off the other bottle of liquid, and then drizzled a generous amount of the cold liquid over your body. Instantly, you could feel the tight constricting bonds of the wax and the glue losing their hold on you.
As if to answer your thoughts, Tracy looked over to Aoi (who by now had calmed down a bit) and explained what she was doing. “This glue solvent will break up the bonds holding the tiny in place, allowing him to reform good as new!” Tracy paused. “I mean, looks like the beating you gave him tore his clothes clean off, but otherwise, he’ll be mostly unharmed.”
The pain in her booty subsiding, Aoi grinned anew. “Well, thank you so much, Tracy-cakes! It’s no wonder you’re practically my best friend!” She turned her attention down to you, and smiled with an almost feverish glint of desire in her eyes. “Now itty-bitty Hunter and I can take our relationship to all new heights!”
Tracy’s heart skipped a beat, and her mind launched into overdrive. There was no way her roommate’s kidnapped tiny boytoy was actually…was there? She had mentioned him being a new hire at the local gym, which would theoretically add up with what Tracy knew about your desire to job search. But really, what were the chances of it all? At the same time, Tracy fully knew how fate liked to screw over tinies in cruelly imaginative ways…
Forcing herself to remain calm and logical, Tracy stood up and grabbed Aoi’s shoulders. “Hold up, you horndog. Go get dressed and put some ice on your butt. This little guy…H-H-Hunter…needs a minute. I’m going to bring him up to my room to reform safely.”
Aoi pouted, but nodded in acceptance. “Just don’t go trying to steal my boyfriend, Tracy. Course, if you wanted, I could be convinced to let you borrow the cutie for some fun time.”
Tracy blushed bright red at Aoi’s ironically embarrassing statement, which Aoi misinterpreted as her good friend being totally interested in the idea. Laughing melodically, she dashed out of the room, already entertaining fantasies of all the fun ways she and Tracy could enjoy you.
Nearly shaking with panic, Tracy took you up to her room, and closed the door behind her. Setting the wax strip down on her bedside table, she paced the room anxiously for the next ten minutes as you slowly but surely reformed. Finally, you had returned to your normal size, the solvent doing an excellent job in breaking the glue bonds, and allowing you to walk off the wax strip effortlessly. Of course, you were stark naked, and you feebly tried to cover yourself at the same time you called up to Tracy.
“T-Tracy! Hey!” You yelled, waving your free arm to catch her attention.
Stopping at the sound of your voice, Tracy rushed over and knelt by her table. Her worried expression filled your entire vision. “Oh god, it really is you, Hunter. How did this happen to you? I’m so sorry!”
You managed a small smile. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Tracy. And…well…it’s a long story.”
Aoi scoffed overdramatically. “How can you say that, Tracy-cakes? What little cutie wouldn’t want their whole world to be this heavenly piece of ass?” Aoi grinned happily at her own self-aggrandizing, still firmly entrenched in her fantasy that you were fully onboard with her kidnapping and forced sensual advances.
Tracy rolled her eyes, used to her roommates aggressive tactics towards tinies who curried her favor. One day, she’d sit Aoi down for a lengthy talk on the proper way to respect tinies and treat them well. If she was up to it, Tracy even considered using her own poor behavior from the past as a model for how she’d grown as a person. That being said, a small part of her feared Aoi would take away the wrong lessons from Tracy’s past incidents with her tiny brother.
Regardless, the task at hand was what was most important, and Tracy began trying to peel you free by scratching at you with her fingernails. Sadly, you were far too engrained.
Tracy groaned. “Yeah…figured it wouldn’t be easy.” She hopped up from the couch. “Stay right here. I’m gonna go grab some things that might help us out. Save that poor tiny from any more time squished up against your fat ass.”
Aoi gasped, and threw a pillow at Tracy, who expertly dodged the attack with a chuckle. She then slipped out of the room, leaving you and Aoi alone once more.
The curvaceous giantess tried to look over her shoulder to spot you, but her butt was simply too massive for her to get a good look at your smeared blob of a body smack in the middle of her hefty left butt cheek. Blindly, she tickled at her cheek in what was supposed to be a flirtatious caress, but was more-or-less yet another round of smudging for your malleable body.
Finally, Aoi got tired of the awkward position she was holding and plopped back into a normal sitting position on the couch. Her alluring derriere slammed into the couch cushion, crashing all of her weight back onto you. You internally groaned at the uncomfortable pressure of the well-developed giantess slowly squeezing the life out of you.
Tracy strolled back into the room after a few minutes, stopped in her tracks, and sighed. “Seriously, Aoi? We’re trying to get the poor dude off, not MORE stuck. Stand up.” Tracy grumbled at her roommate’s careless actions.
Aoi blinked for a second, then giggled. “Oh, right! I was having so much fun with the tiny guy, I nearly forgot!” She laughed again, then flipped around over the edge of the couch, once more presenting her scrumptious posterior to your sister. “Gotta say, even if you can’t get him off, it’s no biggie! The hunky little dude can just be a permanent tattoo!”
Tracy frowned. “Um, no he can’t. He’s a real person, Aoi.”
Aoi pouted. “But it’s a nice life for him, right? Sexy Aoi Ass, twenty-four seven? Constant love and adoration?” The playfully giantess smirked as she rubbed her hand into your body once more, again grinding your mushed form into an even-more indistinguishable blob. Tracy was about to retort, when Aoi locked eyes with her. “I mean, would YOU turn down all of this?”
Your younger sister balked, and her cheeks lightly burned pink. “Th-that’s neither here nor there! We’re t-talking about this tiny guy you abducted out of that gym! How’s he going to eat and drink while stuck to you?” Tracy inquired, and Aoi simply shrugged. Swearing under her breath, Tracy pushed deeper with her questioning. “How’s he going to…uh…say that he loves you back when he’s stuck flat? How can he kiss you, and you kiss him, when he’s plastered where he is?”
Aoi’s eyes lit up with alarm at those words. “Oh, gosh! I didn’t think about that! I was so caught up in letting him get a good body-full of ass, that I…oh my gosh! Tracy, please get him off of me!” Aoi was nearly panicking now, and presenting a clear case of her highly skewed priorities. “I need him to experience me and my love in so many other ways!”
Tracy wondered internally if she’d gone a bit far in coaxing Aoi to cooperate, but she’d deal with any ramifications afterward. For now, she merely nodded. “Yeah, you crazy chick, I’m working on it. Stay still.”
Aoi shut-up immediately, comically serious now that future flirt sessions with her new tiny boyfriend were on the line, and kept her body as rigid as possible. Tracy, meanwhile, picked up a small bottle of glue that she’d brought with her back into the room. Along with the glue, she’d also brought a wax strip, and another small bottle with some sort of liquid inside.
“Okay, Aoi. I’m dabbing some glue on first. Just where the tiny guy is. It might be a little cold.” Tracy explained, as she began using a miniature brush to apply a sticky coating of glue to your disfigured body. Truthfully, Tracy had to squint just to see the area where you slightly lighter skin tone contrasted with Aoi’s tan complexion. She wondered if it would’ve taken even a day for you to be fully engrained into the girl’s buttocks.
Once the glue was in place, Tracy picked up the wax strip delicately. “This part will hurt, so I’m sorry in advance. This wax strip will stick super, super hard to the glue, and should work perfectly in getting the tiny guy free in one pull. Remember how we did this a while back with that tiny that got embedded into your tummy when you rolled over onto him while napping together?”
Aoi’s eyes widened. “What? But that hurt so much!”
“Yeah? So will this!” Tracy exclaimed, launching into motion right as she finished speaking, and before Aoi could try to wiggle out of cooperation, both figuratively and literally. The wax strip smacked into her titanic behind, aimed mostly at her globe-like left cheek, which is where you were imprinted. Then, with a mighty pull, Tracy ripped the wax strip back, the entire ordeal punctuated by an ear-piercing shriek of discomfort from Aoi.
Aoi whirled away and leapt to her feet, jumping up and down in pain and rubbing delicately at her ass. Her left cheek was a bright red color, and by the small tears welling up in the Asian girl’s eyes, it was clear that the pain was searing. Even still, clad in only a loose top and nothing else, Aoi was a mess of scantily-clad jiggliness as she bounced around the room in agony, and Tracy had to take a second to force herself to not stare.
Your younger sister then laid the wax strip out on the coffee table in front of her, easily spotting your tan globby form stuck right in the middle of the white strip of wax. Her plan had worked with a hitch, and now only one step was left to complete it. She popped the cap off the other bottle of liquid, and then drizzled a generous amount of the cold liquid over your body. Instantly, you could feel the tight constricting bonds of the wax and the glue losing their hold on you.
As if to answer your thoughts, Tracy looked over to Aoi (who by now had calmed down a bit) and explained what she was doing. “This glue solvent will break up the bonds holding the tiny in place, allowing him to reform good as new!” Tracy paused. “I mean, looks like the beating you gave him tore his clothes clean off, but otherwise, he’ll be mostly unharmed.”
The pain in her booty subsiding, Aoi grinned anew. “Well, thank you so much, Tracy-cakes! It’s no wonder you’re practically my best friend!” She turned her attention down to you, and smiled with an almost feverish glint of desire in her eyes. “Now itty-bitty Hunter and I can take our relationship to all new heights!”
Tracy’s heart skipped a beat, and her mind launched into overdrive. There was no way her roommate’s kidnapped tiny boytoy was actually…was there? She had mentioned him being a new hire at the local gym, which would theoretically add up with what Tracy knew about your desire to job search. But really, what were the chances of it all? At the same time, Tracy fully knew how fate liked to screw over tinies in cruelly imaginative ways…
Forcing herself to remain calm and logical, Tracy stood up and grabbed Aoi’s shoulders. “Hold up, you horndog. Go get dressed and put some ice on your butt. This little guy…H-H-Hunter…needs a minute. I’m going to bring him up to my room to reform safely.”
Aoi pouted, but nodded in acceptance. “Just don’t go trying to steal my boyfriend, Tracy. Course, if you wanted, I could be convinced to let you borrow the cutie for some fun time.”
Tracy blushed bright red at Aoi’s ironically embarrassing statement, which Aoi misinterpreted as her good friend being totally interested in the idea. Laughing melodically, she dashed out of the room, already entertaining fantasies of all the fun ways she and Tracy could enjoy you.
Nearly shaking with panic, Tracy took you up to her room, and closed the door behind her. Setting the wax strip down on her bedside table, she paced the room anxiously for the next ten minutes as you slowly but surely reformed. Finally, you had returned to your normal size, the solvent doing an excellent job in breaking the glue bonds, and allowing you to walk off the wax strip effortlessly. Of course, you were stark naked, and you feebly tried to cover yourself at the same time you called up to Tracy.
“T-Tracy! Hey!” You yelled, waving your free arm to catch her attention.
Stopping at the sound of your voice, Tracy rushed over and knelt by her table. Her worried expression filled your entire vision. “Oh god, it really is you, Hunter. How did this happen to you? I’m so sorry!”
You managed a small smile. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Tracy. And…well…it’s a long story.”
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April 23, 2025
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