Norah’s Thong Replacement
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 11
by
Bobob1
(Originally written by Alistair)
“...My thong, it snapped during my run and I need a replacement. In fact a lot of my underwear has been breaking lately, so I’d need you to act as my underwear till I can get a replacement,” you opened your mouth to tell her that you didn’t really want to act as her thong, but she continued talking before you could get a word in.
“I think it’s because my underwear is so tight usually, I find it comfier that way, but...” she shifted uncomfortably, embarrassed, obviously that wasn’t the only reason, before whispering. “I also have put on a bit of weight.”
You’d have thought it was kind of funny that your aunt, who was probably one of the biggest exercise freaks you know, was so worried about putting on a little weight if she wasn’t also talking about using you to replace her broken underwear. She genuinely looked embarrassed about it and it made you feel kind of sorry for her, but that brief moment of pity cost you a chance to clear things up with her.
“The problem is it all seems to be going to my hips, and I just can’t seem to get rid of it. All of my underwear is way too small for me now so it just snaps when I go on a run. I can’t get as far as I’d like with them snapping constantly, so I can’t lose the weight. So when I got the letter saying that you had got a general usage license I thought it was perfect timing. I get super stretchy underwear that’ll fit me no matter how many pounds I pack on until I get rid of it all, and you get to use that usage license you applied for! Win-win am I right. You’ve always been such a helpful little guy I’m surprised it’s taken you this long to decide to get a usage license,” as Norah finished her speech with a warm, proud smile you were left flabbergasted at her air-headedness, if her underwear didn’t fit her anymore why couldn’t she just but new underwear that would! Where was the need to put you through the torture of filling out that role when there was such a simple solution! Could she not see that buying new underwear was a possibility? Also was this really how she saw all the times you accidentally ended up as her sweat rag or insole, as you being helpful? Her ditzy brain must have misremembered most of those times because most of the time it was because of a mean spirited prank from your sister. Knowing how stubborn your aunt could be it will likely be incredibly difficult to convince her otherwise.
“Aunt Norah, you know I’d help you in any way I can, but,” you began to try and explain the situation, trying to stop this before it escalated
“I know you would, and that’s why you’re the best nephew I could ask for! Anyway Hunter, I need to get back to my run, so I’ll just mould your into my thong now so you can get started helping me lose weight,” with that she slapped her palm down onto the table, flattening you before you could even get a full sentence out.
As Norah began to stretch your limbs out you wondered to yourself how you even managed to get into these situations most of the time. If you had just minded your own business with those two girls on the beach or had been able to tell Norah that you didn’t want to be her thong none of this would be happening right now. You didn’t even see the point in struggling against Norah stretching your limbs out and tying them together to form straps for your new thong form because she’d probably interpret it in some way that would make your situation worse.
During your time contemplating how awful your luck seemed to be regarding these situations Norah had quickly turned you into a serviceable thong. Your arms and legs were tied to each other to forms the straps, while your body made up the front and back of the thong. You realised with a frustrated sigh that Norah had formed you in a way that your face was facing inwards on the back of the thong, so it would be crammed between her ass cheeks, probably without even realising she had done it.
“Don’t worry Hunter, once we get you home I’ll have some stuff that’ll make you hold this shape a bit better. Ohhh maybe I can even paint you! Make you look good as a thong as well as functional!” You began to panic even more, with Norah’s forgetfulness if she did this she’d be liable to forget that her new thong was actually you!
Norah carried you to the bathroom before setting you down on the counter. As Norah turned around to begin untying her shoes you tried your best to reform and break the bonds holding your limbs together, but you realised pretty quickly that it would take more time than you had. Giving up on that and instead deciding to focus your efforts on reforming your face so you could contact Norah and tell her to stop this, after spending the rest of her run being ground between her butt cheeks you weren’t sure that you’d be able to reform your face very easily so this may be your only chance. You looked over to Norah to see that she had gotten her shoes off, you’d have to hurry.
As you struggled to reform your face you were given pause when you saw Norah struggle to pull down her compression shorts past her hips. With one final tug she managed to get them down and took them off. You could see what she was talking about when she said she had gained weight. Her usually toned buns had taken on a much softer, jigglier quality, and they were much larger than you remembered them. It had been a while since you had last seen Norah but the amount of mass added on to her rear since then was a lot, it wasn’t as large as Quinn or even your mother but for Norah it was large. You thought that it could maybe just be her age catching up with her a bit. If time wasn’t of the essence and you had use of your mouth you’d have told her that she looked fine, but that wasn’t the priority now, you had to reform your face and stop this. Then you saw the straps of her previous thong pathetically fall away from her sides, snapped in half, but her buttocks held the piece between them in place, preventing it from falling to the floor.
You had made quite a bit of effort, both your eyes and nose had reformed, and your mouth was getting close, when Norah looked over her shoulder at you.
“You see the problem Hunter? How did this happen?” She grabbed a handful of her cheek, the slight parting of her buns allowing the thong to slip out from between them. “Hopefully now I’ll have underwear that will last long enough. Let’s try you on then.”
As she lifted you off the counter you redoubled your efforts, desperate to reform your mouth to end this. As she started to pull you up her legs towards her monolithic backside your arms got stuck around the base of her ass. Just as that happened you managed to reform your mouth.
“Norah wait...,” you were cut off as, with one final tug, Norah rocketed your face up between her cheeks. Your face was immersed in the swampy atmosphere of Norah’s ass, still incredibly sweaty from her run. There was a sudden, crushing pressure on you as Norah clenched her cheeks to get a good feel of how you fit, crushing your face again and undoing your reforming with a simple movement. You could feel your arms and legs straining as they wrapped around her generous hips, but unfortunately for you, they held.
“Wow Hunter you feel great! Snug but you don’t feel ready to snap like my previous thong,” as she said this she looked at the poor piece of fabric that had been hugging her hips previously and grimaced. “Clearly you’re made of tougher stuff, I think you’re going to be perfect for helping me lose weight. Thank you again for helping me with this, you really are the best nephew I could ever ask for!”
You only heard part of this from your position between her and the layers of butt meat around you. You could only scream internally as she began to walk out of the apartment, her grinding cheeks mashing you and smearing what visible features you had left, if this kept up you would end up looking like a regular tan thong, and while in this form your general usage license made sure that’s legally what you were, nothing but a thong. Norah stopped in the living room to leave a note for your roommates informing them that you were helping her with something and you’d be back in a few weeks hopefully. With that done, Norah took off running down the street.
But where was she going?
1) Her house, where she will turn you into a more serviceable thong.
2) Her house, but by the time she gets there she has forgotten that you are her thong!
3) To your mother, Helen’s house. She’s having dinner with your mom and sister, but will she mention you, or even remember you for that matter?
“...My thong, it snapped during my run and I need a replacement. In fact a lot of my underwear has been breaking lately, so I’d need you to act as my underwear till I can get a replacement,” you opened your mouth to tell her that you didn’t really want to act as her thong, but she continued talking before you could get a word in.
“I think it’s because my underwear is so tight usually, I find it comfier that way, but...” she shifted uncomfortably, embarrassed, obviously that wasn’t the only reason, before whispering. “I also have put on a bit of weight.”
You’d have thought it was kind of funny that your aunt, who was probably one of the biggest exercise freaks you know, was so worried about putting on a little weight if she wasn’t also talking about using you to replace her broken underwear. She genuinely looked embarrassed about it and it made you feel kind of sorry for her, but that brief moment of pity cost you a chance to clear things up with her.
“The problem is it all seems to be going to my hips, and I just can’t seem to get rid of it. All of my underwear is way too small for me now so it just snaps when I go on a run. I can’t get as far as I’d like with them snapping constantly, so I can’t lose the weight. So when I got the letter saying that you had got a general usage license I thought it was perfect timing. I get super stretchy underwear that’ll fit me no matter how many pounds I pack on until I get rid of it all, and you get to use that usage license you applied for! Win-win am I right. You’ve always been such a helpful little guy I’m surprised it’s taken you this long to decide to get a usage license,” as Norah finished her speech with a warm, proud smile you were left flabbergasted at her air-headedness, if her underwear didn’t fit her anymore why couldn’t she just but new underwear that would! Where was the need to put you through the torture of filling out that role when there was such a simple solution! Could she not see that buying new underwear was a possibility? Also was this really how she saw all the times you accidentally ended up as her sweat rag or insole, as you being helpful? Her ditzy brain must have misremembered most of those times because most of the time it was because of a mean spirited prank from your sister. Knowing how stubborn your aunt could be it will likely be incredibly difficult to convince her otherwise.
“Aunt Norah, you know I’d help you in any way I can, but,” you began to try and explain the situation, trying to stop this before it escalated
“I know you would, and that’s why you’re the best nephew I could ask for! Anyway Hunter, I need to get back to my run, so I’ll just mould your into my thong now so you can get started helping me lose weight,” with that she slapped her palm down onto the table, flattening you before you could even get a full sentence out.
As Norah began to stretch your limbs out you wondered to yourself how you even managed to get into these situations most of the time. If you had just minded your own business with those two girls on the beach or had been able to tell Norah that you didn’t want to be her thong none of this would be happening right now. You didn’t even see the point in struggling against Norah stretching your limbs out and tying them together to form straps for your new thong form because she’d probably interpret it in some way that would make your situation worse.
During your time contemplating how awful your luck seemed to be regarding these situations Norah had quickly turned you into a serviceable thong. Your arms and legs were tied to each other to forms the straps, while your body made up the front and back of the thong. You realised with a frustrated sigh that Norah had formed you in a way that your face was facing inwards on the back of the thong, so it would be crammed between her ass cheeks, probably without even realising she had done it.
“Don’t worry Hunter, once we get you home I’ll have some stuff that’ll make you hold this shape a bit better. Ohhh maybe I can even paint you! Make you look good as a thong as well as functional!” You began to panic even more, with Norah’s forgetfulness if she did this she’d be liable to forget that her new thong was actually you!
Norah carried you to the bathroom before setting you down on the counter. As Norah turned around to begin untying her shoes you tried your best to reform and break the bonds holding your limbs together, but you realised pretty quickly that it would take more time than you had. Giving up on that and instead deciding to focus your efforts on reforming your face so you could contact Norah and tell her to stop this, after spending the rest of her run being ground between her butt cheeks you weren’t sure that you’d be able to reform your face very easily so this may be your only chance. You looked over to Norah to see that she had gotten her shoes off, you’d have to hurry.
As you struggled to reform your face you were given pause when you saw Norah struggle to pull down her compression shorts past her hips. With one final tug she managed to get them down and took them off. You could see what she was talking about when she said she had gained weight. Her usually toned buns had taken on a much softer, jigglier quality, and they were much larger than you remembered them. It had been a while since you had last seen Norah but the amount of mass added on to her rear since then was a lot, it wasn’t as large as Quinn or even your mother but for Norah it was large. You thought that it could maybe just be her age catching up with her a bit. If time wasn’t of the essence and you had use of your mouth you’d have told her that she looked fine, but that wasn’t the priority now, you had to reform your face and stop this. Then you saw the straps of her previous thong pathetically fall away from her sides, snapped in half, but her buttocks held the piece between them in place, preventing it from falling to the floor.
You had made quite a bit of effort, both your eyes and nose had reformed, and your mouth was getting close, when Norah looked over her shoulder at you.
“You see the problem Hunter? How did this happen?” She grabbed a handful of her cheek, the slight parting of her buns allowing the thong to slip out from between them. “Hopefully now I’ll have underwear that will last long enough. Let’s try you on then.”
As she lifted you off the counter you redoubled your efforts, desperate to reform your mouth to end this. As she started to pull you up her legs towards her monolithic backside your arms got stuck around the base of her ass. Just as that happened you managed to reform your mouth.
“Norah wait...,” you were cut off as, with one final tug, Norah rocketed your face up between her cheeks. Your face was immersed in the swampy atmosphere of Norah’s ass, still incredibly sweaty from her run. There was a sudden, crushing pressure on you as Norah clenched her cheeks to get a good feel of how you fit, crushing your face again and undoing your reforming with a simple movement. You could feel your arms and legs straining as they wrapped around her generous hips, but unfortunately for you, they held.
“Wow Hunter you feel great! Snug but you don’t feel ready to snap like my previous thong,” as she said this she looked at the poor piece of fabric that had been hugging her hips previously and grimaced. “Clearly you’re made of tougher stuff, I think you’re going to be perfect for helping me lose weight. Thank you again for helping me with this, you really are the best nephew I could ever ask for!”
You only heard part of this from your position between her and the layers of butt meat around you. You could only scream internally as she began to walk out of the apartment, her grinding cheeks mashing you and smearing what visible features you had left, if this kept up you would end up looking like a regular tan thong, and while in this form your general usage license made sure that’s legally what you were, nothing but a thong. Norah stopped in the living room to leave a note for your roommates informing them that you were helping her with something and you’d be back in a few weeks hopefully. With that done, Norah took off running down the street.
But where was she going?
1) Her house, where she will turn you into a more serviceable thong.
2) Her house, but by the time she gets there she has forgotten that you are her thong!
3) To your mother, Helen’s house. She’s having dinner with your mom and sister, but will she mention you, or even remember you for that matter?
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April 23, 2025
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