Morgan Joins Team Avery
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 18
by
copier
· original author:
lilmonib
Your tired limbs were undoubtedly more sore than Morgan's after her intense afternoon workout. Your arms were strained, your legs pulverized under her crotch, and your eyes burning red after bathing in the giantess's ass sweat. You prayed from the confines of this athletic broad's booty that she would head home, and toss you into her laundry hamper for some much appreciated rest, but in reality her day was only beginning.
Taking a healthy swig from her sports drink, Morgan walked with her client through the gym, preparing to instruct her on that day's training. Morgan was privy to incorporating some of her new techniques from her own workouts into her trainee's programs, so what followed was a repetitive course of exercises as Morgan needed to demonstrate every exercise properly for her usually clueless clientele. Hours dragged on with the same repetitive movements, each one keeping a fresh sheen of sweat across the tanned flesh of your wearer, and always allowing a light dribble to flow onto you.
Finally after working with four of her favorite clients, Morgan was finished with training for the day. All that was left was a tame little yoga class, which she was honestly looking forward to instructing since she needed to finish her day with some stretches anyways. While finishing setting up her schedule for next week, lightly bouncing on each foot and thus still continuing to plaster your face into her firm ass, Morgan gasped as she looked up and saw none other than...
"Avery! What are you doing here?" Morgan was shocked to see her twin, all clad in hot pink sports gear, even with a funny little headband.
Avery put a hand on her hip, cocking it out to the side cockily, "Oh, come on! I can workout every once in a while! We do have the same genes you know." Avery giggled as she waltzed over to her sis, lightly giving her a hip bump, "Besides, what's so wrong about me wanting to visit my bestie!" Avery gasped as she realized her error in mentioning you, covering her mouth with both hands sheepishly.
Morgan didn't notice a thing, too enraptured by the computer before her, and assuming Avery meant herself of course. Closing out of the window however, Morgan actually turned her full attention to Avery noting, "Nothings wrong with it! But still, you hate to sweat, you say your ass gets all..." Morgan's eyes shot wide as she realized what this all meant. "Avery! For god's sake tell me you aren't wearing Hunter!"
Avery merely giggled before trying to coax her sis out of panic, "Nope! I am most definitely not wearing the lil guy!" She couldn't restrain her laughter as she realized how sly she was managing to be, watching as her sister actually relaxed.
"Phew...well good. If there is one thing Hunter doesn't need it's to be around either of us during hot yoga." Morgan noticed how damp her clothes already were from a day's hard work. She shuddered mentally envisioning if you would even survive the mess her huge ass would whip up, pouring out its gallons of warm and smelly sweat all over your poor defenseless body. Yep, definitely no way you could survive that.
Content you were safe resting at home, Morgan brought your obedient body trembling behind her into the fitness studio with Avery, both girls simply laughing and lamenting on the stretching session ahead of them. As Morgan took her spot at the front of the class, she was grateful she was seated so far in front, away from the quickly filling room of young women, since she was beginning to smell quite sweaty, and knew for yoga she'd need to kick off the sneakers she'd kept on all day.
As Morgan sat back on her heels, your body was stretched painfully as Morgan's ass lowered towards her soles, and you experienced a fresh hell as her ass met the soles of her feet. A misty and musty fog of sweat was seeping out of Morgan's abused workout socks, now freshly plastered onto your face barring the thin shield of spandex between you. The spandex didn't seem to help much, as they were stretched thin by Morgan's voluptuous behind, allowing the sharp odor to penetrate into your being. "Hello and welcome to today's 106 degree hot yoga class..." Morgan bellowed out, her friendly voice only serving to torment you more as you were ignored and battered beneath her.
After such a fantastic class, for the two twins of course, they finally decided to call it a day and head back. Upon reaching your all's home, Morgan headed straight upstairs to peel out of these dreadfully sweaty, and smelly, clothes. Sure, she couldn't smell herself that badly, but she worried some passerby's might. Prying the soaked leggings from her thighs, you witnessed the first bit of light in hours as Morgan dug you out of her crack. She hoisted you up, wanting to see if her light observations on your form were true, once again stretching you between her hands.
You saw her looming face, a rather bored and nonchalant expression turn into one of curiosity. The gorgeous brunette's face soon became twisted in your vision, as she gripped each side of you and twisted forcefully. "Huh, no drips. Usually they'd make a damn puddle after a workday like today. These things must be magic or somethin'!" Morgan noted, singing your praises onto your unamused ears. "Good thing the washing needs done, it'll be great to wear these again tomorrow!" Morgan cheered as she tossed you into her hamper, laughing to herself as you felt her stomping feet trudge off to a much needed shower.
You couldn't even cry about the coming day, too busy taking heaping breaths of somewhat fresh air for the first time in what felt like years. Before you knew it though, the gorgeous Morgan appeared again before you, this time hoisting up your load of laundry and carrying her hamper down to the washing machine. You saw this as a golden opportunity to get her help, after all you were right under her nose, or more accurately her bouncing chest, but as you tried to pry your mouth free to call out, you noticed a sickening blotch of dried sweat painted your mouth shut.
Muffled "MMPH's" fell on deaf ears as you fought against your tiny sealed mouth, the unaware Morgan simply walking along towards getting you cleaned up. She let you fall into the cold pit, and after all her other used garments landed atop you, you felt the rush of water as the cycle began.
This general routine of a torturous workday, followed by an ice cold washing, persisted for a grueling four days. You had hoped Avery would simply burst out with a "Surprise!" for Morgan at any moment, but it seemed she had sort of forgotten about her whole prank for the moment. That was until Morgan finally had an off day from work, and Avery spotted her favorite pair bobbing along with a half nude Morgan as she lazily made herself a pancake breakfast. "So, how are you liking him? I told you he was divine didn't I?!" Avery sang out tauntingly to her twin, eliciting an incredibly tired and confused "Huh?" in return.
"Hunter! Isn't he just the best darn pair of panties you've ever worn? I guess in your case he's more like a thong, but you know what I mean!" As Avery finished her thought, all the sleepiness left Morgan's body as a chill ran through her. The panties she had become so adorned with...were...Hunter?
Morgan shrieked, running out of the kitchen in a frenzy, with a giggling Avery skipping after her. Upon reaching her room, she untied any knots she could find, allowing your sore body to splay out for the first time in almost two weeks. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, OH MY GOSH, Hunter I am soooo sorry! I really had no idea, you were just so comfy I kept wearing you, I never would've if I had known, I--" Morgan was apologizing a hundred miles a minute, a seemingly endless stream of sorrys pouring out of her mouth adorning you in her sweet and hot pancake breath.
It surprisingly only took you about a half hour to reform to a functional form, doing your best with Avery to calm down the emotional mess that was Morgan. Her face was gush red, and she was wiping the occasional tear from her eye as the apologies kept flowing. She really was the sweetest giantess you could've been worn by, it was just unfortunate she was also the worst to be worn by due to her athletic nature.
"Morgan, girl! You need to relax, Hunter isn't upset with you! Look, look, he's no worse for wear! And I'm sure he even had a good time didn't you, Hunter?" Avery pleadingly glared at you, urging you to help her in calming her emotional wreck of a sis down.
"What, NO!" You began until you saw Morgan cast her hands into her face and began sobbing even harder. "I-I-I had an amazing time! It-it was sort of like getting my own workout, I think I even gained a few grams of muscle!" You touted trying your best to fib on the spot. It wasn't easy after such a torturous few days.
Morgan finally seemed to be wiping a final tear, "Y-you did? Really? You don't hate me now?"
Avery quickly intercepted your answer, "Hate you? He did all this for you! He was so upset you didn't want to wear him with his license he wanted to convince you it was okay! The only question is, do you feel better about using him now?"
Morgan sniffled coming back to her normal self, "I guess so...I have to admit he was my favorite to wear..." Morgan blushed and you winced, this type of praise didn't exactly warm your heart.
"Great!" Avery cheerily exclaimed. "Now he has two girls to choose from!" Avery flirtatiously winked at you, causing a rough shiver to run down your spine. "But we all know who he really loves, don't we?"
Taking a healthy swig from her sports drink, Morgan walked with her client through the gym, preparing to instruct her on that day's training. Morgan was privy to incorporating some of her new techniques from her own workouts into her trainee's programs, so what followed was a repetitive course of exercises as Morgan needed to demonstrate every exercise properly for her usually clueless clientele. Hours dragged on with the same repetitive movements, each one keeping a fresh sheen of sweat across the tanned flesh of your wearer, and always allowing a light dribble to flow onto you.
Finally after working with four of her favorite clients, Morgan was finished with training for the day. All that was left was a tame little yoga class, which she was honestly looking forward to instructing since she needed to finish her day with some stretches anyways. While finishing setting up her schedule for next week, lightly bouncing on each foot and thus still continuing to plaster your face into her firm ass, Morgan gasped as she looked up and saw none other than...
"Avery! What are you doing here?" Morgan was shocked to see her twin, all clad in hot pink sports gear, even with a funny little headband.
Avery put a hand on her hip, cocking it out to the side cockily, "Oh, come on! I can workout every once in a while! We do have the same genes you know." Avery giggled as she waltzed over to her sis, lightly giving her a hip bump, "Besides, what's so wrong about me wanting to visit my bestie!" Avery gasped as she realized her error in mentioning you, covering her mouth with both hands sheepishly.
Morgan didn't notice a thing, too enraptured by the computer before her, and assuming Avery meant herself of course. Closing out of the window however, Morgan actually turned her full attention to Avery noting, "Nothings wrong with it! But still, you hate to sweat, you say your ass gets all..." Morgan's eyes shot wide as she realized what this all meant. "Avery! For god's sake tell me you aren't wearing Hunter!"
Avery merely giggled before trying to coax her sis out of panic, "Nope! I am most definitely not wearing the lil guy!" She couldn't restrain her laughter as she realized how sly she was managing to be, watching as her sister actually relaxed.
"Phew...well good. If there is one thing Hunter doesn't need it's to be around either of us during hot yoga." Morgan noticed how damp her clothes already were from a day's hard work. She shuddered mentally envisioning if you would even survive the mess her huge ass would whip up, pouring out its gallons of warm and smelly sweat all over your poor defenseless body. Yep, definitely no way you could survive that.
Content you were safe resting at home, Morgan brought your obedient body trembling behind her into the fitness studio with Avery, both girls simply laughing and lamenting on the stretching session ahead of them. As Morgan took her spot at the front of the class, she was grateful she was seated so far in front, away from the quickly filling room of young women, since she was beginning to smell quite sweaty, and knew for yoga she'd need to kick off the sneakers she'd kept on all day.
As Morgan sat back on her heels, your body was stretched painfully as Morgan's ass lowered towards her soles, and you experienced a fresh hell as her ass met the soles of her feet. A misty and musty fog of sweat was seeping out of Morgan's abused workout socks, now freshly plastered onto your face barring the thin shield of spandex between you. The spandex didn't seem to help much, as they were stretched thin by Morgan's voluptuous behind, allowing the sharp odor to penetrate into your being. "Hello and welcome to today's 106 degree hot yoga class..." Morgan bellowed out, her friendly voice only serving to torment you more as you were ignored and battered beneath her.
After such a fantastic class, for the two twins of course, they finally decided to call it a day and head back. Upon reaching your all's home, Morgan headed straight upstairs to peel out of these dreadfully sweaty, and smelly, clothes. Sure, she couldn't smell herself that badly, but she worried some passerby's might. Prying the soaked leggings from her thighs, you witnessed the first bit of light in hours as Morgan dug you out of her crack. She hoisted you up, wanting to see if her light observations on your form were true, once again stretching you between her hands.
You saw her looming face, a rather bored and nonchalant expression turn into one of curiosity. The gorgeous brunette's face soon became twisted in your vision, as she gripped each side of you and twisted forcefully. "Huh, no drips. Usually they'd make a damn puddle after a workday like today. These things must be magic or somethin'!" Morgan noted, singing your praises onto your unamused ears. "Good thing the washing needs done, it'll be great to wear these again tomorrow!" Morgan cheered as she tossed you into her hamper, laughing to herself as you felt her stomping feet trudge off to a much needed shower.
You couldn't even cry about the coming day, too busy taking heaping breaths of somewhat fresh air for the first time in what felt like years. Before you knew it though, the gorgeous Morgan appeared again before you, this time hoisting up your load of laundry and carrying her hamper down to the washing machine. You saw this as a golden opportunity to get her help, after all you were right under her nose, or more accurately her bouncing chest, but as you tried to pry your mouth free to call out, you noticed a sickening blotch of dried sweat painted your mouth shut.
Muffled "MMPH's" fell on deaf ears as you fought against your tiny sealed mouth, the unaware Morgan simply walking along towards getting you cleaned up. She let you fall into the cold pit, and after all her other used garments landed atop you, you felt the rush of water as the cycle began.
This general routine of a torturous workday, followed by an ice cold washing, persisted for a grueling four days. You had hoped Avery would simply burst out with a "Surprise!" for Morgan at any moment, but it seemed she had sort of forgotten about her whole prank for the moment. That was until Morgan finally had an off day from work, and Avery spotted her favorite pair bobbing along with a half nude Morgan as she lazily made herself a pancake breakfast. "So, how are you liking him? I told you he was divine didn't I?!" Avery sang out tauntingly to her twin, eliciting an incredibly tired and confused "Huh?" in return.
"Hunter! Isn't he just the best darn pair of panties you've ever worn? I guess in your case he's more like a thong, but you know what I mean!" As Avery finished her thought, all the sleepiness left Morgan's body as a chill ran through her. The panties she had become so adorned with...were...Hunter?
Morgan shrieked, running out of the kitchen in a frenzy, with a giggling Avery skipping after her. Upon reaching her room, she untied any knots she could find, allowing your sore body to splay out for the first time in almost two weeks. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, OH MY GOSH, Hunter I am soooo sorry! I really had no idea, you were just so comfy I kept wearing you, I never would've if I had known, I--" Morgan was apologizing a hundred miles a minute, a seemingly endless stream of sorrys pouring out of her mouth adorning you in her sweet and hot pancake breath.
It surprisingly only took you about a half hour to reform to a functional form, doing your best with Avery to calm down the emotional mess that was Morgan. Her face was gush red, and she was wiping the occasional tear from her eye as the apologies kept flowing. She really was the sweetest giantess you could've been worn by, it was just unfortunate she was also the worst to be worn by due to her athletic nature.
"Morgan, girl! You need to relax, Hunter isn't upset with you! Look, look, he's no worse for wear! And I'm sure he even had a good time didn't you, Hunter?" Avery pleadingly glared at you, urging you to help her in calming her emotional wreck of a sis down.
"What, NO!" You began until you saw Morgan cast her hands into her face and began sobbing even harder. "I-I-I had an amazing time! It-it was sort of like getting my own workout, I think I even gained a few grams of muscle!" You touted trying your best to fib on the spot. It wasn't easy after such a torturous few days.
Morgan finally seemed to be wiping a final tear, "Y-you did? Really? You don't hate me now?"
Avery quickly intercepted your answer, "Hate you? He did all this for you! He was so upset you didn't want to wear him with his license he wanted to convince you it was okay! The only question is, do you feel better about using him now?"
Morgan sniffled coming back to her normal self, "I guess so...I have to admit he was my favorite to wear..." Morgan blushed and you winced, this type of praise didn't exactly warm your heart.
"Great!" Avery cheerily exclaimed. "Now he has two girls to choose from!" Avery flirtatiously winked at you, causing a rough shiver to run down your spine. "But we all know who he really loves, don't we?"
83 views
·
April 23, 2025
Log in to comment