Remade, Repaint, Replace
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 12
by
Bobob1
(Originally written by Jusenkyo)
You weren't kidding when you remembered her house being on the other side of town, down in your sweaty prison your body was dutifully sucking up all of the ass sweat which, despite your mangled features, you could still taste. The jiggly mounds pummeled you thoroughly enough that you were delirious, an hour and a half later you almost wished that you had the ability to snap like those other thongs at least she'd have to take you off then. You didn't even think that she would remember you by the time she made it home, and that would be bad enough with you so mashed up, but even then you might have enough time of her not wearing you to reform. That hope however was not to pass, you felt some of the pressure release and a rush of cool air hit you, the fingers around your arms pulling you down saw you back at Norah's face.
"Great job Hunter! I had forgotten how absorbent you could be, and you don't even smell. For the next few weeks I bet I could even go to restaurants without having to worry about leaving sweat stains on the chairs. Good thing I remembered you, I wouldn't want to have to stretch you out again." She talked casually but excitedly, walking around her house with nothing below the waist. There was a little desk in one corner that she tossed you onto. "Anyway, I promised you some stuff that would help you hold shape so you don't have to spend all that effort staying pulled out and here it is! Tada!" She waved a can in front of your face with a label that said 'Full length' with a picture of a tiny man and then a picture of a bra and had some additional information that you couldn't read before she turned it away and sprayed you with it. It didn't sting or anything or even taste bad but for some reason you felt a bit tingly. "I have to use this for my Clients sometimes so I always have a bit on hand, plus my laundry detergent has a solvent for it inside. Once I'm done with you I can just pop you in the washer and boom you're back to normal. Until then... what do you like better, Black? or Green?" She held up two cans of a similar spray paint of the same brand name as the last thing. She seemed to be waiting for an answer but you were still taking in what she had said, she didn't plan on washing you until she was 'done' however long that took! You couldn't talk anyway and she seemed to realize it after a moment. "Oh, right you're a thong duh, I'll just go with my favorite then." She shook the Green can and sprayed you with it, at first you figured that your vision would be obscured but it mostly just gave you a 'overlay' of green.
She waited for a moment before touching you making sure the paint was dry or soaked in, what a nightmare situation. Norah had not only basically removed your ability to get back in shape, but she also just made you look like any of her other Thongs. Only Norah knew exactly what you were, and if she did manage to loose the weight but forgot about you, you might be lost amongst her things. You were of course, unable to verbalize any of this, merely laying on the desk unmoving just like a real thong as Norah gripped you to put you back on. You barely even made a peep as she snapped you around her hips again. "Ohh, Nice Hunter! You look exactly like my old Lucky Thong, well I guess not so lucky anymore since it snapped a while back. Oh but now you can fill that position... speaking of positions, it's about time for me to start my Yoga session." She chuckled to herself as she went to slip back into her compression shorts...
You weren't kidding when you remembered her house being on the other side of town, down in your sweaty prison your body was dutifully sucking up all of the ass sweat which, despite your mangled features, you could still taste. The jiggly mounds pummeled you thoroughly enough that you were delirious, an hour and a half later you almost wished that you had the ability to snap like those other thongs at least she'd have to take you off then. You didn't even think that she would remember you by the time she made it home, and that would be bad enough with you so mashed up, but even then you might have enough time of her not wearing you to reform. That hope however was not to pass, you felt some of the pressure release and a rush of cool air hit you, the fingers around your arms pulling you down saw you back at Norah's face.
"Great job Hunter! I had forgotten how absorbent you could be, and you don't even smell. For the next few weeks I bet I could even go to restaurants without having to worry about leaving sweat stains on the chairs. Good thing I remembered you, I wouldn't want to have to stretch you out again." She talked casually but excitedly, walking around her house with nothing below the waist. There was a little desk in one corner that she tossed you onto. "Anyway, I promised you some stuff that would help you hold shape so you don't have to spend all that effort staying pulled out and here it is! Tada!" She waved a can in front of your face with a label that said 'Full length' with a picture of a tiny man and then a picture of a bra and had some additional information that you couldn't read before she turned it away and sprayed you with it. It didn't sting or anything or even taste bad but for some reason you felt a bit tingly. "I have to use this for my Clients sometimes so I always have a bit on hand, plus my laundry detergent has a solvent for it inside. Once I'm done with you I can just pop you in the washer and boom you're back to normal. Until then... what do you like better, Black? or Green?" She held up two cans of a similar spray paint of the same brand name as the last thing. She seemed to be waiting for an answer but you were still taking in what she had said, she didn't plan on washing you until she was 'done' however long that took! You couldn't talk anyway and she seemed to realize it after a moment. "Oh, right you're a thong duh, I'll just go with my favorite then." She shook the Green can and sprayed you with it, at first you figured that your vision would be obscured but it mostly just gave you a 'overlay' of green.
She waited for a moment before touching you making sure the paint was dry or soaked in, what a nightmare situation. Norah had not only basically removed your ability to get back in shape, but she also just made you look like any of her other Thongs. Only Norah knew exactly what you were, and if she did manage to loose the weight but forgot about you, you might be lost amongst her things. You were of course, unable to verbalize any of this, merely laying on the desk unmoving just like a real thong as Norah gripped you to put you back on. You barely even made a peep as she snapped you around her hips again. "Ohh, Nice Hunter! You look exactly like my old Lucky Thong, well I guess not so lucky anymore since it snapped a while back. Oh but now you can fill that position... speaking of positions, it's about time for me to start my Yoga session." She chuckled to herself as she went to slip back into her compression shorts...
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April 23, 2025
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