Freed from Norah, but Still Stuck as a Thong
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 14
by
Bobob1
(Originally written by Alistair)
Three months. Three more months you endured serving as Norah’s thong, dealing with the torturous sensation of being trapped in between her shifting, sweaty ass cheeks as she worked tirelessly to lose weight. You endured many, many sessions of yoga entombed within her hefty rear, as well as arduous, lengthy jogs.
Norah continued to talk to you almost every day, and down in the darkness the small bit of contact you had with her every day was one of the few things that kept you sane. Aside from that, you felt terribly lonely, despite spending your every waking moment hugging Norah’s hips snugly, only seeing the light of day when she took you off to shower.
You were forced to listen to the muffled sounds of Norah going about her life, between meeting with tinies she had recruited for her job, to lunches with your mom, Helen. Every time you heard your mothers muffled voice you prayed that Norah would slip up and tell her where you were so that you could be rescued and taken back to your home with the three roommates who you had hoped to get to know better... were they missing you? Will they even remember you after all this time? It had been four months since Norah had taken you on the misguided assumption that you were willing to serve as her underwear while she lost weight. You wondered how long they looked for you, how often they thought about you. You had only known them for a day or two, by this point they probably assumed you weren’t coming back.
The thoughts of getting back to your life as you had left it was the main thing on your mind, throughout all of the sweat, crushing and occasional farts that you endured in your jiggling prison.
In your heart you knew everything wouldn’t be back to normal even once you were freed, you still had a general usage license, you knew this because you hadn’t been freed yet. You also had most likely lost your job at Sanderson Beach, considering you hadn’t been to work in four months. Bridgette had seemed nice, but not THAT nice.
As these thoughts went through your head, as they had for the last three months, until you felt yourself being pulled from the warm embrace of Norah’s cheeks. You were dragged down her thighs and finally down past her feet. Sighing internally, happy to be exposed to the cool air, you expected to simply be deposited on Norah’s bed while she went for a shower like you had every day since the start of your confinement. Instead you were brought up to her smiling face.
“Hunter, you know what day it is? Your three months that you promised me are up! And I must say, I think you did a fantastic job, you might be the best thong I’ve ever owned!” You internally cringed hearing Norah’s use of the word “owned”. As Norah brought you around her back to view the backside that had imprisoned you for so long, you could see that her weight loss routine had worked. Norah’s ass no longer had the jiggly, untoned appearance it had before you had began your job as her thong. Now it was firm and toned as it was for as long as you had known her. It had retained some of its increased size, but that, along with the restored firmness made it looks even better than it had before. Norah slapped her ass with her free hand. “See that Hunter? That’s all thanks to you ya little miracle worker, I could never have done it without you, a lesser thong would have snapped under the pressure of my workout routine.”
You would have blushed from Norah’s praise if you weren’t currently pained green, even if she was complimenting you on something you would never see as a positive trait about yourself.
As Norah brought you back around to her face you couldn’t help but notice she was giving you a sheepish, guilty look that made you uncomfortable.
“This is where I give you the bad news Hunter. I know you’re probably excited to get back to your life after being so helpful... but I kinda don’t have any more solvent,” you couldn’t believe this, you were going to be stuck as a thong for even longer! “I kinda had to use the last of it on a guy I had contracted to fill out as a bra for a swimsuit model. Don’t worry though, I’ve ordered more of it, and it should arrive within a week.”
You were slightly relieved that Norah had a solution, but it was just going to take a while, what confused you however was Norah moving towards her dresser, which had an open envelope sitting on it.
“Don’t worry though Hunter, I know you’ll be eager to get back to your roommates, so I’ll put this through the letter box of your apartment myself. I’ve got a letter in there explaining the situation and I’ll drop off some of the solvent once it gets delivered,” you tried to thrash or vibrate, anything to let Norah know that this was a bad idea, but the full length spray bound you tightly and you couldn’t move.
You were deposited in the envelope and, with one last proud smile from Norah, cast into darkness.
*****
Your envelope prison hit the floor of your apartment that you hadn’t seen the inside of for four months. Norah had dropped you off in the middle of the day, so there was a good chance your three roommates were all at work. You sighed, hoping things would go smoothly, although you doubted it, given your luck.
After waiting for what you assumed to be house, you heard the sound of keys jingling as the door was unlocked.
You heard the familiar voice of Morgan as she entered, “wonder who this letter is for?”
You were exposed to the light of the room and you saw Morgan’s confused face as she opened the envelope to see a bright green thong.
“What the... why did someone mail a thong here?” As she pulled you out and read the letter she gasped. “Oh my god, Hunter, is that you? We had no idea what happened to you! Your aunt left a letter saying you’d be gone a few weeks but it’s been months! We’ve been hoping to find you again, but we had to stop researching ways of getting rid of the usage license while we looked for you, don’t worry though, we’ll get started on that again as soon as Quinn and Avery get home. Plus I guess we’ll need to wait on your aunt getting more of that solvent she talked about in the note before we can have a proper reunion.”
Morgan gently placed you down on the coffee table, laying the note face down beside you. Before announcing that she had to go for a shower and that she would be back soon. You were left alone on the coffee table and after a few minutes you could hear the faint sound of the shower coming from upstairs. You were pleased to have been found, but you wouldn’t completely relax till you had been freed from your underwear form, anything could go wrong before that happened.
You heard the door open before seeing Avery saunter into the living room. She spotted your bright green form almost instantly, but didn’t seem to notice the face-down letter from Norah.
“Wonder who these belong to?” As she brought you closer to her face to inspect you, you saw her nose crinkle in disgust. “EW! These stink, must be one of Morgan’s workout thongs. I’ll just throw this in the washing machine so they don’t stink up the living room.”
You went into a full blown panic as Avery carried you to the washing machine and tossed you inside, alongside a basket of other dirty clothing, a lot of which, you noticed in horror, were other thongs, panties and bikini bottoms.
The last thing you saw before being confined to darkness was Avery’s oblivious, smiling face. You just hoped that Morgan would be able to find you after this was over.
*****
The wash cycle was unpleasant, although the thought of being clean after not being washed by Norah for three months was a good thought. You were also sad to feel that Norah had been correct, the ‘Full Length’ spray seemed to keep whatever hold it had on you without the solvent. Eventually Avery returned to transfer everything to the dryer.
What surprised you however, was that once the dryer was finished, you weren’t greeted by Avery’s face. Instead it was that of a panicked Morgan! She must have found out what Avery had unwittingly done with you.
Morgan scanned the pile of clothes as she pulled each item out one by one, before her gaze seemed to settle on you.
“Oh my god Hunter thank god. I’m so sorry! I should never have left you out on the coffee table like that,” as Morgan reached down into the drier you were so happy... until she pulled out the thong next to you!
She pulled a bright green thong out, which was startlingly similar to what your bright green form looked like, without sparing you a glance.
Content that you were safe, Morgan happily hummed as she sorted the remaining clothes into piles for each of your roommates.
As Morgan lifted you out, you could see in a nearby mirror why she hadn’t recognised you, the detergent had removed your green colour. You looked like an ordinary tan thong now!
You were placed in one of the piles and buried under more clothing before you could feel your pile get carried upstairs to someone’s room.
After a while in darkness, the clothing on top of you was lifted, as your eyes adjusted to the light you heard a female voice.
1) “This thong is a bit too small for me, maybe it’s Avery’s? Oh wait, it stretches, nice.” It’s Quinn, she might be able to find you if she’s made aware of the situation, but otherwise, your time as her underwear would likely prove painful.
2) “Ooh, this thong is totes cute! I can’t remember buying it though, is it Morgan’s? Oh well, too bad for her, it’s mines now!” You could now see the beautiful face of Avery, based off her comment you feared that even if Morgan made her aware, she’d think her sister was just trying to steal her thong back.
3) “Wait, I don’t recognise this one. It’s weirdly warm and stretchy as well. Wait a second, is this one Hunter?” Morgan checks the green thong, but does she confirm it’s not you?
Three months. Three more months you endured serving as Norah’s thong, dealing with the torturous sensation of being trapped in between her shifting, sweaty ass cheeks as she worked tirelessly to lose weight. You endured many, many sessions of yoga entombed within her hefty rear, as well as arduous, lengthy jogs.
Norah continued to talk to you almost every day, and down in the darkness the small bit of contact you had with her every day was one of the few things that kept you sane. Aside from that, you felt terribly lonely, despite spending your every waking moment hugging Norah’s hips snugly, only seeing the light of day when she took you off to shower.
You were forced to listen to the muffled sounds of Norah going about her life, between meeting with tinies she had recruited for her job, to lunches with your mom, Helen. Every time you heard your mothers muffled voice you prayed that Norah would slip up and tell her where you were so that you could be rescued and taken back to your home with the three roommates who you had hoped to get to know better... were they missing you? Will they even remember you after all this time? It had been four months since Norah had taken you on the misguided assumption that you were willing to serve as her underwear while she lost weight. You wondered how long they looked for you, how often they thought about you. You had only known them for a day or two, by this point they probably assumed you weren’t coming back.
The thoughts of getting back to your life as you had left it was the main thing on your mind, throughout all of the sweat, crushing and occasional farts that you endured in your jiggling prison.
In your heart you knew everything wouldn’t be back to normal even once you were freed, you still had a general usage license, you knew this because you hadn’t been freed yet. You also had most likely lost your job at Sanderson Beach, considering you hadn’t been to work in four months. Bridgette had seemed nice, but not THAT nice.
As these thoughts went through your head, as they had for the last three months, until you felt yourself being pulled from the warm embrace of Norah’s cheeks. You were dragged down her thighs and finally down past her feet. Sighing internally, happy to be exposed to the cool air, you expected to simply be deposited on Norah’s bed while she went for a shower like you had every day since the start of your confinement. Instead you were brought up to her smiling face.
“Hunter, you know what day it is? Your three months that you promised me are up! And I must say, I think you did a fantastic job, you might be the best thong I’ve ever owned!” You internally cringed hearing Norah’s use of the word “owned”. As Norah brought you around her back to view the backside that had imprisoned you for so long, you could see that her weight loss routine had worked. Norah’s ass no longer had the jiggly, untoned appearance it had before you had began your job as her thong. Now it was firm and toned as it was for as long as you had known her. It had retained some of its increased size, but that, along with the restored firmness made it looks even better than it had before. Norah slapped her ass with her free hand. “See that Hunter? That’s all thanks to you ya little miracle worker, I could never have done it without you, a lesser thong would have snapped under the pressure of my workout routine.”
You would have blushed from Norah’s praise if you weren’t currently pained green, even if she was complimenting you on something you would never see as a positive trait about yourself.
As Norah brought you back around to her face you couldn’t help but notice she was giving you a sheepish, guilty look that made you uncomfortable.
“This is where I give you the bad news Hunter. I know you’re probably excited to get back to your life after being so helpful... but I kinda don’t have any more solvent,” you couldn’t believe this, you were going to be stuck as a thong for even longer! “I kinda had to use the last of it on a guy I had contracted to fill out as a bra for a swimsuit model. Don’t worry though, I’ve ordered more of it, and it should arrive within a week.”
You were slightly relieved that Norah had a solution, but it was just going to take a while, what confused you however was Norah moving towards her dresser, which had an open envelope sitting on it.
“Don’t worry though Hunter, I know you’ll be eager to get back to your roommates, so I’ll put this through the letter box of your apartment myself. I’ve got a letter in there explaining the situation and I’ll drop off some of the solvent once it gets delivered,” you tried to thrash or vibrate, anything to let Norah know that this was a bad idea, but the full length spray bound you tightly and you couldn’t move.
You were deposited in the envelope and, with one last proud smile from Norah, cast into darkness.
*****
Your envelope prison hit the floor of your apartment that you hadn’t seen the inside of for four months. Norah had dropped you off in the middle of the day, so there was a good chance your three roommates were all at work. You sighed, hoping things would go smoothly, although you doubted it, given your luck.
After waiting for what you assumed to be house, you heard the sound of keys jingling as the door was unlocked.
You heard the familiar voice of Morgan as she entered, “wonder who this letter is for?”
You were exposed to the light of the room and you saw Morgan’s confused face as she opened the envelope to see a bright green thong.
“What the... why did someone mail a thong here?” As she pulled you out and read the letter she gasped. “Oh my god, Hunter, is that you? We had no idea what happened to you! Your aunt left a letter saying you’d be gone a few weeks but it’s been months! We’ve been hoping to find you again, but we had to stop researching ways of getting rid of the usage license while we looked for you, don’t worry though, we’ll get started on that again as soon as Quinn and Avery get home. Plus I guess we’ll need to wait on your aunt getting more of that solvent she talked about in the note before we can have a proper reunion.”
Morgan gently placed you down on the coffee table, laying the note face down beside you. Before announcing that she had to go for a shower and that she would be back soon. You were left alone on the coffee table and after a few minutes you could hear the faint sound of the shower coming from upstairs. You were pleased to have been found, but you wouldn’t completely relax till you had been freed from your underwear form, anything could go wrong before that happened.
You heard the door open before seeing Avery saunter into the living room. She spotted your bright green form almost instantly, but didn’t seem to notice the face-down letter from Norah.
“Wonder who these belong to?” As she brought you closer to her face to inspect you, you saw her nose crinkle in disgust. “EW! These stink, must be one of Morgan’s workout thongs. I’ll just throw this in the washing machine so they don’t stink up the living room.”
You went into a full blown panic as Avery carried you to the washing machine and tossed you inside, alongside a basket of other dirty clothing, a lot of which, you noticed in horror, were other thongs, panties and bikini bottoms.
The last thing you saw before being confined to darkness was Avery’s oblivious, smiling face. You just hoped that Morgan would be able to find you after this was over.
*****
The wash cycle was unpleasant, although the thought of being clean after not being washed by Norah for three months was a good thought. You were also sad to feel that Norah had been correct, the ‘Full Length’ spray seemed to keep whatever hold it had on you without the solvent. Eventually Avery returned to transfer everything to the dryer.
What surprised you however, was that once the dryer was finished, you weren’t greeted by Avery’s face. Instead it was that of a panicked Morgan! She must have found out what Avery had unwittingly done with you.
Morgan scanned the pile of clothes as she pulled each item out one by one, before her gaze seemed to settle on you.
“Oh my god Hunter thank god. I’m so sorry! I should never have left you out on the coffee table like that,” as Morgan reached down into the drier you were so happy... until she pulled out the thong next to you!
She pulled a bright green thong out, which was startlingly similar to what your bright green form looked like, without sparing you a glance.
Content that you were safe, Morgan happily hummed as she sorted the remaining clothes into piles for each of your roommates.
As Morgan lifted you out, you could see in a nearby mirror why she hadn’t recognised you, the detergent had removed your green colour. You looked like an ordinary tan thong now!
You were placed in one of the piles and buried under more clothing before you could feel your pile get carried upstairs to someone’s room.
After a while in darkness, the clothing on top of you was lifted, as your eyes adjusted to the light you heard a female voice.
1) “This thong is a bit too small for me, maybe it’s Avery’s? Oh wait, it stretches, nice.” It’s Quinn, she might be able to find you if she’s made aware of the situation, but otherwise, your time as her underwear would likely prove painful.
2) “Ooh, this thong is totes cute! I can’t remember buying it though, is it Morgan’s? Oh well, too bad for her, it’s mines now!” You could now see the beautiful face of Avery, based off her comment you feared that even if Morgan made her aware, she’d think her sister was just trying to steal her thong back.
3) “Wait, I don’t recognise this one. It’s weirdly warm and stretchy as well. Wait a second, is this one Hunter?” Morgan checks the green thong, but does she confirm it’s not you?
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April 23, 2025
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