Your Torture is Interrupted
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 13
by
Bobob1
(Originally written by Alistair)
As the compression shorts were stretched over Norah’s hefty rear, your world was once again filled with the oppressive mass of her globular cheeks squeezing the life out of you. After enduring a one and a half hour run crammed into her ass, you would thought that you would be at least somewhat used to serving as your ditsy aunt’s thong but between the oppressive heat, sweat and pressure of her swamp-like ass, you don’t think you’d ever be able to get used to it.
True to her word whatever Norah sprayed you with did make your time holding up her rear slightly easier, since your arms and legs weren’t constantly trying to reform back to their normal length, they were only contracting to a length that made sure they fit snugly around her hips.
“There we go, that spray should help make your job a little easier and make you look super good on me!'? Your aunt giggled. “Anyway I’m going to go start your favourite exercise to help me out with, hot yoga! Are you excited? Anyway do a good job supporting my big ‘ole butt and it’ll be back down to it’s usual toned self in no time!'?
As Norah practically skipped into the yoga studio she had specifically set up for hot yoga you were falling into despair. Hot yoga with Norah was bad enough when she was using you as a sweat rag, never mind being crammed into her sweaty ass crack. As you endured the sweat and crushing you begged for anyone to come and save you.
Sadly for you, the next week went by with no interruptions. Every day you had to endure Norah going out on a run for almost 3 hours, and then later on deal with the exercises she did in her home. The only respite you got from the constant crushing pressure exerted on you by Norah’s ass was when she took you off to shower. Other than that you got no breaks from her rear, Norah didn’t wear any other underwear for the whole week or even take you off to wash you. It was a whole week of basically nothing but darkness, crushing and sweat. The small respite you got while she showered served only to give you a quick glimpse of the outside world before you were returned to your confinement with a quick smile from Norah.
You noticed she was talking to you less and less as the week went on and you were becoming increasingly concerned that she was starting to forget that it was you serving as her new stretchy, unbreakable thong and that you weren’t just one of her normal thongs. In the end there was nothing you could do to try and get her attention, whatever Norah sprayed you with was stopping your body from reforming and prevented you from being able to move at all. Your only hope was that someone would come along and save you from your air headed aunt, but no one else knew that Norah had spray painted you green so chances of that happening were slim.
A few times you heard what you thought may have been the voice of your mother, but it was muffled through the mass of flesh around you so it was hard to tell. Nevertheless, you mentally screamed out to her for help, but unsurprisingly your cries were left unanswered. The week also showed no significant change in the weight on Norah’s hips, if anything you were sure they may have gotten a tiny fraction wider, although that my have been your imagination. It did make you wonder exactly how long you were going to be trapped as Norah’s only fitting underwear for, you could be trapped in here for months!
After a week of this torture, you felt the familiar grinding of the ass cheeks surrounding you that signalled that Norah was walking somewhere, it was almost like her butt was chewing you. This in itself was not unusual, she walked a lot of places, but it was still something you felt like you’d never get used to. The part that was unusual about this particular incident was when she answered the door and from deep down in her cavernous crack, you heard a muffled voice speaking to your aunt, it was one of your roommates!
You couldn’t tell which of the three girls it was but the fact that one of them was even here told you that they had been searching for you. You couldn’t really make out the words that either woman was saying from deep down in your prison, but you did hear your name mentioned a few times, every time they mentioned you, Norah’s buns clenched slightly in reflex, you weren’t sure if it was intentional or not but it was definitely unpleasant.
After a brief conversation you felt your surroundings shift as Norah moved to the side to let her visitor in before you heard the sound of the door closing. Your world was once again compressed as you assume Norah sat down on the couch. As the conversation continued you began to wonder, which of your roommates was it who managed to track you down? And did Norah still remember that it was you serving as her thong?
1) It’s Quinn, and Norah does remember it’s you, but is still reluctant to give you up.
2) It’s Morgan, and Norah has completely forgotten that it’s you.
3) It’s Avery, and Norah remembers you, but can Avery convince her to let you go?
As the compression shorts were stretched over Norah’s hefty rear, your world was once again filled with the oppressive mass of her globular cheeks squeezing the life out of you. After enduring a one and a half hour run crammed into her ass, you would thought that you would be at least somewhat used to serving as your ditsy aunt’s thong but between the oppressive heat, sweat and pressure of her swamp-like ass, you don’t think you’d ever be able to get used to it.
True to her word whatever Norah sprayed you with did make your time holding up her rear slightly easier, since your arms and legs weren’t constantly trying to reform back to their normal length, they were only contracting to a length that made sure they fit snugly around her hips.
“There we go, that spray should help make your job a little easier and make you look super good on me!'? Your aunt giggled. “Anyway I’m going to go start your favourite exercise to help me out with, hot yoga! Are you excited? Anyway do a good job supporting my big ‘ole butt and it’ll be back down to it’s usual toned self in no time!'?
As Norah practically skipped into the yoga studio she had specifically set up for hot yoga you were falling into despair. Hot yoga with Norah was bad enough when she was using you as a sweat rag, never mind being crammed into her sweaty ass crack. As you endured the sweat and crushing you begged for anyone to come and save you.
Sadly for you, the next week went by with no interruptions. Every day you had to endure Norah going out on a run for almost 3 hours, and then later on deal with the exercises she did in her home. The only respite you got from the constant crushing pressure exerted on you by Norah’s ass was when she took you off to shower. Other than that you got no breaks from her rear, Norah didn’t wear any other underwear for the whole week or even take you off to wash you. It was a whole week of basically nothing but darkness, crushing and sweat. The small respite you got while she showered served only to give you a quick glimpse of the outside world before you were returned to your confinement with a quick smile from Norah.
You noticed she was talking to you less and less as the week went on and you were becoming increasingly concerned that she was starting to forget that it was you serving as her new stretchy, unbreakable thong and that you weren’t just one of her normal thongs. In the end there was nothing you could do to try and get her attention, whatever Norah sprayed you with was stopping your body from reforming and prevented you from being able to move at all. Your only hope was that someone would come along and save you from your air headed aunt, but no one else knew that Norah had spray painted you green so chances of that happening were slim.
A few times you heard what you thought may have been the voice of your mother, but it was muffled through the mass of flesh around you so it was hard to tell. Nevertheless, you mentally screamed out to her for help, but unsurprisingly your cries were left unanswered. The week also showed no significant change in the weight on Norah’s hips, if anything you were sure they may have gotten a tiny fraction wider, although that my have been your imagination. It did make you wonder exactly how long you were going to be trapped as Norah’s only fitting underwear for, you could be trapped in here for months!
After a week of this torture, you felt the familiar grinding of the ass cheeks surrounding you that signalled that Norah was walking somewhere, it was almost like her butt was chewing you. This in itself was not unusual, she walked a lot of places, but it was still something you felt like you’d never get used to. The part that was unusual about this particular incident was when she answered the door and from deep down in her cavernous crack, you heard a muffled voice speaking to your aunt, it was one of your roommates!
You couldn’t tell which of the three girls it was but the fact that one of them was even here told you that they had been searching for you. You couldn’t really make out the words that either woman was saying from deep down in your prison, but you did hear your name mentioned a few times, every time they mentioned you, Norah’s buns clenched slightly in reflex, you weren’t sure if it was intentional or not but it was definitely unpleasant.
After a brief conversation you felt your surroundings shift as Norah moved to the side to let her visitor in before you heard the sound of the door closing. Your world was once again compressed as you assume Norah sat down on the couch. As the conversation continued you began to wonder, which of your roommates was it who managed to track you down? And did Norah still remember that it was you serving as her thong?
1) It’s Quinn, and Norah does remember it’s you, but is still reluctant to give you up.
2) It’s Morgan, and Norah has completely forgotten that it’s you.
3) It’s Avery, and Norah remembers you, but can Avery convince her to let you go?
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April 23, 2025
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