Morgan's Supportive Sports Bra
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 15
by
Bobob1
(Originally written by Alistair)
You sighed, wishing you weren’t currently having to choose which of your roommates got to wear you as clothing first. You wished you could have went back to a few days ago, before this usage license had been forced on you and do that day completely differently.
In the end no amount of wishing for things to be different would make it so, you would just have to have faith in your roommates to get you out of this mess you were in.
Looking between the faces of your three roommates, you struggled to make a choice. You ruled out Avery pretty quickly, her eagerness to use you meant that picking her could only end with the inside of her ass crack being the only thing you’d see for however long it took to get you out of this situation. At least with Quinn or Morgan you would get some respite.
Plus picking Avery could have the unintended side effect of giving credit to the opinion that you wanted this to happen, and the last thing you needed right now was Morgan and Quinn having doubts about your intentions.
Looking between the concerned faces of Quinn and Morgan, you eventually decided that Quinn wore her flip flops far too much for you to want to replace one of them. You decided to go with the option that would hopefully allow you to see the least use and settled on being moulded into Morgan’s new sports bra.
“... I guess if I have to pick one, I’ll be your sports bra Morgan,” as you said that, Morgan’s eyes went wide, not expecting you to actually pick her. Quinn’s expression barely changed, although you saw a small amount of relief in her eyes at the prospect of not having to use you. Avery pouted, frustrated that you didn’t pick what to her seemed like the obvious choice.
“T-thanks Hunter, I guess,” Morgan blushed. She was clearly embarrassed at the prospect of wearing you so intimately for a long period of time.
“What! Why would you want to be smushed by her sweaty boobs when you could have been hugging my totes amazing butt?” Avery seemed genuinely confused and a little offended that you hadn’t picked her. Her frown faded slightly as her eyes went wide in realisation. “It’s because you’re totes into boobs isn’t it? I can make you into my bra if you want, cutie.”
You, Morgan and Quinn all sighed heavily as Avery missed the point once again. As you had your face in your palm, trying to comprehend how badly Isabella had turned Avery to her side, Morgan spoke.
“It’s not about how you would wear him Avery. He doesn’t want to be worn full stop, he only picked me because I recognise that,” Morgan was exasperated at Avery. Her frustration gave away that they had clearly had multiple conversations about this when you weren’t in earshot, but Avery just wasn’t getting it.
Avery simply huffed, before grumbling.
“He totes does want to be used though. You guys are pressuring him into thinking he doesn’t.”
Ignoring her sister, Morgan gently scooped you up in her palm before carrying you up to her room. She gently sat you down on her desk before looking down at you, hands on her hips with a pitying look on her face.
“God, this is a mess. I’m so sorry this has to happen, Hunter. Don’t worry though, we will be sure to do everything we can to get you out of this,” she gave you a reassuring smile, before her frown returned. “I guess there’s not point in delaying this, sorry in advance.”
Before you could respond Morgan, clearly wanting to just get this over with based on her expression, slammed her hand down on the table. You were flattened out in an instant. Morgan immediately set to work stretching you out into the rough shape of a sports bra, grimacing the whole time.
First, she stretched out the disfigured blobs that used to be your arms and legs, after which she began flattening your torso out so it would cover and support her chest tightly. Satisfied that you were starting to look the part, Morgan gave you a sheepish smile that you could tell was supposed to be reassuring, but in your position it didn’t make you feel any better.
Morgan brought you to her chest, unintentionally doing it face first since your features were smeared to the point where they were unrecognisable. Your entire field of view was taken up by Morgan’s perky, tanned left breast, her puffy nipple was poised to smash directly into your face.
Your torso had been smeared in such a way that you were essentially lying on your side, your face was going to be pressed into Morgan’s left breast, while your groin would be pressed into her right one. Your legs would make up the straps around her right shoulder and your arms would make up the left ones.
As Morgan tied your arms and legs together to secure you around her chest, you felt your body pulled tightly into the warm embrace of her soft skin. It would actually have been vaguely pleasant if you weren’t squashed face first into her boob.
As Morgan finished tying the straps of her roommate turned sports bra, she turned to admire herself in the mirror. Letting go of you now that you were secure across her back, Morgan blushed as she saw how tightly you hugged her form. Her breasts were supported nicely, and you had been stretched out enough to cover them both. Your skin tones clashed enough to keep from wearing a tan sports bra look strange, and she chided herself when she caught herself thinking just how comfortable you were. Her blush deepened as she scolded herself.
You meanwhile were in an immense amount of strain. When Morgan let go of you after securing your arms and legs, gravity took hold of her abundant chest and you were the only thing holding them close to her chest now.
Morgan’s bust was the smallest of your roommates by the simple fact of how much she exercised, but it wasn’t by any means small, especially to you. Holding up the weight of Morgan’s boobs was a Herculean task in itself, and you mentally cheered that it wasn’t Quinn who had asked you to fill in as a bra for her.
“Thanks again for this Hunter, you are saving me a lot of money since I don’t have to keep replacing these anymore. I’ll try to make things as easy as possible for you but apologies in advance,” Morgan said sheepishly, looking at you in the mirror, imagining you would be looking back at her. Morgan didn’t realise she had stretched you face first across her chest and not facing outwards, not that she would have been able to tell anyway, since your face was largely unrecognisable by this point.
Tearing her eyes away from you and trying to force her blush to go away, Morgan focused on getting dressed into the rest of her workout gear, a black tank top and a pair of green compression shorts. As she sat down on her bed and leaned over to tie her shoes, you felt gravity take hold even harder and your arms and legs strained to keep her bust tight to her chest, it was incredibly painful, but you couldn’t vocalise it since you were crushed so badly.
Morgan was impressed it just how well you acted as a sports bra. Once again she chided herself when she realised she was thinking about how much she was looking forward to seeing how comfortable you were when she exercised.
Standing up and heading downstairs, Morgan waved goodbye to Quinn and Avery as she passed by the living room.
Avery jealously glared at her sister, plump lips in a full pout since she was still upset you hadn’t picked her. Quinn had largely moved on, and barely looked at Morgan as she waved, too engrossed in her research on how to remove your usage licence that she was reading on her phone.
As Morgan left the house, you were totally unaware where she was headed since your view was dominated by a Morgan’s nipple pressed into your face. You were sure it wouldn’t be entirely pleasant wherever she was going.
1) Morgan is heading down to the local park, to play basketball with the Sanderson community basketball team, they have a big match coming up and are trying to get as much practice in as possible.
2) Morgan is heading to her job at workout world. She has a pretty hectic day scheduled, and you will have to support her the whole shift.
3) She is just going on a jog, nothing too exciting for her. Skip ahead the next few days and Isabella will show up for her visit, she is satisfied with Morgan’s use of you, but does she find a way of making your experience more unpleasant?
You sighed, wishing you weren’t currently having to choose which of your roommates got to wear you as clothing first. You wished you could have went back to a few days ago, before this usage license had been forced on you and do that day completely differently.
In the end no amount of wishing for things to be different would make it so, you would just have to have faith in your roommates to get you out of this mess you were in.
Looking between the faces of your three roommates, you struggled to make a choice. You ruled out Avery pretty quickly, her eagerness to use you meant that picking her could only end with the inside of her ass crack being the only thing you’d see for however long it took to get you out of this situation. At least with Quinn or Morgan you would get some respite.
Plus picking Avery could have the unintended side effect of giving credit to the opinion that you wanted this to happen, and the last thing you needed right now was Morgan and Quinn having doubts about your intentions.
Looking between the concerned faces of Quinn and Morgan, you eventually decided that Quinn wore her flip flops far too much for you to want to replace one of them. You decided to go with the option that would hopefully allow you to see the least use and settled on being moulded into Morgan’s new sports bra.
“... I guess if I have to pick one, I’ll be your sports bra Morgan,” as you said that, Morgan’s eyes went wide, not expecting you to actually pick her. Quinn’s expression barely changed, although you saw a small amount of relief in her eyes at the prospect of not having to use you. Avery pouted, frustrated that you didn’t pick what to her seemed like the obvious choice.
“T-thanks Hunter, I guess,” Morgan blushed. She was clearly embarrassed at the prospect of wearing you so intimately for a long period of time.
“What! Why would you want to be smushed by her sweaty boobs when you could have been hugging my totes amazing butt?” Avery seemed genuinely confused and a little offended that you hadn’t picked her. Her frown faded slightly as her eyes went wide in realisation. “It’s because you’re totes into boobs isn’t it? I can make you into my bra if you want, cutie.”
You, Morgan and Quinn all sighed heavily as Avery missed the point once again. As you had your face in your palm, trying to comprehend how badly Isabella had turned Avery to her side, Morgan spoke.
“It’s not about how you would wear him Avery. He doesn’t want to be worn full stop, he only picked me because I recognise that,” Morgan was exasperated at Avery. Her frustration gave away that they had clearly had multiple conversations about this when you weren’t in earshot, but Avery just wasn’t getting it.
Avery simply huffed, before grumbling.
“He totes does want to be used though. You guys are pressuring him into thinking he doesn’t.”
Ignoring her sister, Morgan gently scooped you up in her palm before carrying you up to her room. She gently sat you down on her desk before looking down at you, hands on her hips with a pitying look on her face.
“God, this is a mess. I’m so sorry this has to happen, Hunter. Don’t worry though, we will be sure to do everything we can to get you out of this,” she gave you a reassuring smile, before her frown returned. “I guess there’s not point in delaying this, sorry in advance.”
Before you could respond Morgan, clearly wanting to just get this over with based on her expression, slammed her hand down on the table. You were flattened out in an instant. Morgan immediately set to work stretching you out into the rough shape of a sports bra, grimacing the whole time.
First, she stretched out the disfigured blobs that used to be your arms and legs, after which she began flattening your torso out so it would cover and support her chest tightly. Satisfied that you were starting to look the part, Morgan gave you a sheepish smile that you could tell was supposed to be reassuring, but in your position it didn’t make you feel any better.
Morgan brought you to her chest, unintentionally doing it face first since your features were smeared to the point where they were unrecognisable. Your entire field of view was taken up by Morgan’s perky, tanned left breast, her puffy nipple was poised to smash directly into your face.
Your torso had been smeared in such a way that you were essentially lying on your side, your face was going to be pressed into Morgan’s left breast, while your groin would be pressed into her right one. Your legs would make up the straps around her right shoulder and your arms would make up the left ones.
As Morgan tied your arms and legs together to secure you around her chest, you felt your body pulled tightly into the warm embrace of her soft skin. It would actually have been vaguely pleasant if you weren’t squashed face first into her boob.
As Morgan finished tying the straps of her roommate turned sports bra, she turned to admire herself in the mirror. Letting go of you now that you were secure across her back, Morgan blushed as she saw how tightly you hugged her form. Her breasts were supported nicely, and you had been stretched out enough to cover them both. Your skin tones clashed enough to keep from wearing a tan sports bra look strange, and she chided herself when she caught herself thinking just how comfortable you were. Her blush deepened as she scolded herself.
You meanwhile were in an immense amount of strain. When Morgan let go of you after securing your arms and legs, gravity took hold of her abundant chest and you were the only thing holding them close to her chest now.
Morgan’s bust was the smallest of your roommates by the simple fact of how much she exercised, but it wasn’t by any means small, especially to you. Holding up the weight of Morgan’s boobs was a Herculean task in itself, and you mentally cheered that it wasn’t Quinn who had asked you to fill in as a bra for her.
“Thanks again for this Hunter, you are saving me a lot of money since I don’t have to keep replacing these anymore. I’ll try to make things as easy as possible for you but apologies in advance,” Morgan said sheepishly, looking at you in the mirror, imagining you would be looking back at her. Morgan didn’t realise she had stretched you face first across her chest and not facing outwards, not that she would have been able to tell anyway, since your face was largely unrecognisable by this point.
Tearing her eyes away from you and trying to force her blush to go away, Morgan focused on getting dressed into the rest of her workout gear, a black tank top and a pair of green compression shorts. As she sat down on her bed and leaned over to tie her shoes, you felt gravity take hold even harder and your arms and legs strained to keep her bust tight to her chest, it was incredibly painful, but you couldn’t vocalise it since you were crushed so badly.
Morgan was impressed it just how well you acted as a sports bra. Once again she chided herself when she realised she was thinking about how much she was looking forward to seeing how comfortable you were when she exercised.
Standing up and heading downstairs, Morgan waved goodbye to Quinn and Avery as she passed by the living room.
Avery jealously glared at her sister, plump lips in a full pout since she was still upset you hadn’t picked her. Quinn had largely moved on, and barely looked at Morgan as she waved, too engrossed in her research on how to remove your usage licence that she was reading on her phone.
As Morgan left the house, you were totally unaware where she was headed since your view was dominated by a Morgan’s nipple pressed into your face. You were sure it wouldn’t be entirely pleasant wherever she was going.
1) Morgan is heading down to the local park, to play basketball with the Sanderson community basketball team, they have a big match coming up and are trying to get as much practice in as possible.
2) Morgan is heading to her job at workout world. She has a pretty hectic day scheduled, and you will have to support her the whole shift.
3) She is just going on a jog, nothing too exciting for her. Skip ahead the next few days and Isabella will show up for her visit, she is satisfied with Morgan’s use of you, but does she find a way of making your experience more unpleasant?
91 views
·
April 23, 2025
Log in to comment