Morgan's Favor
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 19
by
Bobob1
(Chapter originally written by lilmoni)
It had been a few days since the awful incidents with Norah and Quinn, but you were totally ready to just move forward and forget all about it. Quinn had been constantly apologizing and it had reached the point where you had to tell her it didn't bother you at all just to ease her conscience. Unfortunately the further you took this idea, the more Avery looked at you invitingly as she was dying to get you around her hips, whether it actually bothered you or not. You even thought you saw Morgan sneaking suspicious glances at you from time to time.
Today though was a sunny and chill Sunday and you intended to spend it relaxing on the couch. Avery and Quinn had gone out shopping together, and you graciously declined when they detailed all the feminine stores they were going to. The last thing you needed today was to get trapped in a dressing room with one of those women. You had been wondering where Morgan was when you felt light tremors reverberating through your couch cushion.
"Oh, hey Morga--" you squeaked out only to be greeted by the soaked backside of Morgan's pants falling towards you like a meteor out of the sky. With an exhausted plop Morgan practically threw herself onto the couch as she earnestly fanned herself off with a limp hand.
"Phew...ten...miles...easy..." Morgan mentally noted, struggling to get the words out between exasperated breaths. You on the other hand had a similar dilemma as you struggled to breath under Morgan's hefty weight, your oxygen being replaced instead with dripping sweat as Morgan's sopping spandex were filled to burst.
Thankfully your struggles didn't go unnoticed as perceptive Morgan actually managed to feel your squirms underneath her. "Oh no, oh no, oh no," Morgan muttered as she connected the dots and guilt washed over her. Swiping a hand under her Morgan quickly felt your flattened form and rescued you from the sweltering underside of her ass. "God, Hunter, I'm so sorry! I guess I'm still not used to having you back around the house".
Morgan looked almost like tears were welling in her eyes as she waited for you to reform. Once you had, you were sure you felt even more guilty than she did. Obviously it was an honest accident, and seeing your pretty roommate so sad made you feel worse than anything.
You quickly popped back into shape and knew you had to be on damage control. "Hey, Morgan, look it's no problem. Honestly I didn't even feel a thing!" Giving her a thumbs up, Morgan perked up a bit once she realized you were no worse for wear.
"Really? Oh thank goodness! Oh gosh, I'm sorry about the sweat though, I bet you think I'm super gross now..." Morgan gloomily whispered,making you realize you had a ways to go in order to put this behind you two.
"Pssssh, that? Sweat, shmet, hasn't bothered me in years. Besides, how could I think my super cool, super fit roommate is gross?" That seemed to cheer Morgan up a bit as she couldn't help but giggle at your brazen words.
"Oh, Hunter, you're such a people pleaser!" Morgan's words made you blush and you couldn't help but feel calmed as the brown-haired giantess gave you an affectionate stroke with her thumb, "That reminds me actually, I had a huge favor I've been meaning to ask of you."
You were in bliss as this gorgeous woman was practically petting your head in the palm of her hand and you quickly replied in line with keeping your high esteem, "Of course, Morgan, just say the word!"
Clearly taken off-guard by your instant acceptance, Morgan's cheeks flushed as she stammered out, "Well, you see, that solvent your aunt gave us...kinda shrank all my workout gear..."
"Uh huh..." You replied, urging her on and wondering where this was going.
"So, as you just noticed, I'm a bit, well, a lot more sweaty than usual because I haven't had any underwear to wear during my workouts...so I was wondering if I could wear you for my big race coming up!" Morgan blurted the last bit out as fact as possible, clearly embarrassed and afraid you'd think she was weird or something. When you didn't immediately reply, she spilled more info, clearly she had put a lot of thought into how she was going to make her case.
"You said being Quinn's thong was no big deal, I figure my butt isn't nearly as huge as hers! Plus you just said sweat doesn't bother you...I really wouldn't ask unless I thought it was important, and this is all because my underwear got ruined trying to--"
"Alright, enough! I'll do it okay? One race. One race and I'm back to normal?" You couldn't believe the words that were slipping from your mouth, but your sweet roommate was nearly impossible to say no to. Especially when she was looking down at you with those big puppy eyes that screamed innocence and honesty.
Morgan was in a mix of shock and joy as she got your answer, quickly replying, "Yep! One race! It's a whole marathon, I know that's a lot but I'm going for a killer time so it should only be a few hours at most!"
"A few hours..." You thought a race was more like a half hour or something. Well as long as she lets you enjoy your Sunday, you can spare a few hours to help out a friend. "I can do that. Just don't forget about me, okay? And for the love of god don't let your sister get her hands on me, or even find out about this!"
"Thank you, Hunter! Thank you, thank you, thank you!! I promise I won't let anything bad happen to you!" Carrying you over to the dining room table, you wondered where she was taking you. Wasn't her race still a while away?
"Hey, Morgan where are we goin--" you started to ask when she pressed you softly between her two warm hands.
"Eek! Sorry! I'm still not really used to doing this!" Morgan carefully and methodically began pulling at your sides, stretching you wide until she felt she had enough size to work with. Then she started tying some loops into you, and after a few tries, Morgan had actually morphed you into a pretty well made thong! You groaned as she seemed totally aloof to the fact she had placed your face on the damn inside, let alone the rear end. For her first time though, you were decently impressed she had done such a solid job.
"And for the finishing touches..." Morgan retrieved a familiar-looking aerosol can from under the table, and you jolted to attention as soon as you recognized the awful "Full-Length" label. You struggled to mouth your protests, you genuinely didn't feel like being trapped this way was necessary for one race, and losing the ability to speak or move wasn't exactly comfortable.
Morgan was shaking the can and seemed to be having a bit of trouble getting it to spray when you managed to say, "Hey, is the spray really necessar-" when you were interrupted as the can blasted out a thick mist of it's formula all over your body.
"Ahhh, there it goes! What were you saying, Hunter?" Morgan glanced down at your now green form only to realize you were frozen in place. "Oh, oops. Well, I'm sure it wasn't anything important..."
Morgan raised you to her face as she looked you all over. Admiring her handiwork and super excited to feel the pleasure Quinn had described, Morgan quickly retreated to her room where she stripped out of her soaked spandex, wincing as she noted how soaked they'd gotten without any underwear.
Stepping through your leg holes, Morgan gently drifted you along her toned thighs before you met your sticking point at the base of her ass. "Here goes," Morgan muttered before tugging you up around her huge, albeit well sculpted, booty. What she then felt was nothing less than ecstasy as your silky smooth form slid between her cheeks, instantly soaking up all the gross residue she had worked up on her last ten miles.
You on the other hand were not experiencing ecstasy. Far from it, as Morgan had sprayed you right as you were speaking, solidifying your mouth as open and permanently ingrained on the back of Morgan's new workout thong that had formerly been your body. As Morgan's ass swallowed your face, you felt the familiar painful stretching as you were forced to expand to the point of tearing by Morgan's bountiful hips. Such tight conditions meant you were also rocketed towards the deepest parts of Morgan's butt, grimacing as you came face to ass with her sweaty back door.
Such intimate conditions didn't go unnoticed by Morgan, as she blushed at the almost ticklish sensation. Hooking a finger around you, Morgan pried you out of her ass to speak down, "Wow, you're amazing at soaking up sweat, huh Hunter? Thank goodness you don't mind it, The after burn of my workouts usually means it's pretty swampy back there all day." Morgan felt her cheeks flush more red as she realized what she was saying down to her nice roommate, and that her roommate was strapped to her most private area of all places.
"Anyways, thanks again for all of this. After my marathon next week I'll be sure to get you out of there. You agreed to one race and I'm good on my word, don't you worry!" With that, Morgan released her hold, causing you to sling back into her sweaty crack with a powerful jiggle bouncing through her cheeks. As Morgan began shimmying up her same disgusting pants, you questioned what she'd just said. Her run next week? You agreed to one damn race, not the race and a whole week of excruciating training prior! You agreed to a few hours of wear, not hundreds!
"I actually feel pretty rested now, what do you say we get a feel for how you'll do this week?" Morgan asked aloud knowing full well she wouldn't get a response. The least she could do was treat you as human though. After all, you had considerately agreed to be her thong for a while...right?
Bounding out the door, you felt her powerful cheeks pummeling you mercilessly as she ran down the sidewalk, sweat already dripping off her chin, and many other places...
It had been a few days since the awful incidents with Norah and Quinn, but you were totally ready to just move forward and forget all about it. Quinn had been constantly apologizing and it had reached the point where you had to tell her it didn't bother you at all just to ease her conscience. Unfortunately the further you took this idea, the more Avery looked at you invitingly as she was dying to get you around her hips, whether it actually bothered you or not. You even thought you saw Morgan sneaking suspicious glances at you from time to time.
Today though was a sunny and chill Sunday and you intended to spend it relaxing on the couch. Avery and Quinn had gone out shopping together, and you graciously declined when they detailed all the feminine stores they were going to. The last thing you needed today was to get trapped in a dressing room with one of those women. You had been wondering where Morgan was when you felt light tremors reverberating through your couch cushion.
"Oh, hey Morga--" you squeaked out only to be greeted by the soaked backside of Morgan's pants falling towards you like a meteor out of the sky. With an exhausted plop Morgan practically threw herself onto the couch as she earnestly fanned herself off with a limp hand.
"Phew...ten...miles...easy..." Morgan mentally noted, struggling to get the words out between exasperated breaths. You on the other hand had a similar dilemma as you struggled to breath under Morgan's hefty weight, your oxygen being replaced instead with dripping sweat as Morgan's sopping spandex were filled to burst.
Thankfully your struggles didn't go unnoticed as perceptive Morgan actually managed to feel your squirms underneath her. "Oh no, oh no, oh no," Morgan muttered as she connected the dots and guilt washed over her. Swiping a hand under her Morgan quickly felt your flattened form and rescued you from the sweltering underside of her ass. "God, Hunter, I'm so sorry! I guess I'm still not used to having you back around the house".
Morgan looked almost like tears were welling in her eyes as she waited for you to reform. Once you had, you were sure you felt even more guilty than she did. Obviously it was an honest accident, and seeing your pretty roommate so sad made you feel worse than anything.
You quickly popped back into shape and knew you had to be on damage control. "Hey, Morgan, look it's no problem. Honestly I didn't even feel a thing!" Giving her a thumbs up, Morgan perked up a bit once she realized you were no worse for wear.
"Really? Oh thank goodness! Oh gosh, I'm sorry about the sweat though, I bet you think I'm super gross now..." Morgan gloomily whispered,making you realize you had a ways to go in order to put this behind you two.
"Pssssh, that? Sweat, shmet, hasn't bothered me in years. Besides, how could I think my super cool, super fit roommate is gross?" That seemed to cheer Morgan up a bit as she couldn't help but giggle at your brazen words.
"Oh, Hunter, you're such a people pleaser!" Morgan's words made you blush and you couldn't help but feel calmed as the brown-haired giantess gave you an affectionate stroke with her thumb, "That reminds me actually, I had a huge favor I've been meaning to ask of you."
You were in bliss as this gorgeous woman was practically petting your head in the palm of her hand and you quickly replied in line with keeping your high esteem, "Of course, Morgan, just say the word!"
Clearly taken off-guard by your instant acceptance, Morgan's cheeks flushed as she stammered out, "Well, you see, that solvent your aunt gave us...kinda shrank all my workout gear..."
"Uh huh..." You replied, urging her on and wondering where this was going.
"So, as you just noticed, I'm a bit, well, a lot more sweaty than usual because I haven't had any underwear to wear during my workouts...so I was wondering if I could wear you for my big race coming up!" Morgan blurted the last bit out as fact as possible, clearly embarrassed and afraid you'd think she was weird or something. When you didn't immediately reply, she spilled more info, clearly she had put a lot of thought into how she was going to make her case.
"You said being Quinn's thong was no big deal, I figure my butt isn't nearly as huge as hers! Plus you just said sweat doesn't bother you...I really wouldn't ask unless I thought it was important, and this is all because my underwear got ruined trying to--"
"Alright, enough! I'll do it okay? One race. One race and I'm back to normal?" You couldn't believe the words that were slipping from your mouth, but your sweet roommate was nearly impossible to say no to. Especially when she was looking down at you with those big puppy eyes that screamed innocence and honesty.
Morgan was in a mix of shock and joy as she got your answer, quickly replying, "Yep! One race! It's a whole marathon, I know that's a lot but I'm going for a killer time so it should only be a few hours at most!"
"A few hours..." You thought a race was more like a half hour or something. Well as long as she lets you enjoy your Sunday, you can spare a few hours to help out a friend. "I can do that. Just don't forget about me, okay? And for the love of god don't let your sister get her hands on me, or even find out about this!"
"Thank you, Hunter! Thank you, thank you, thank you!! I promise I won't let anything bad happen to you!" Carrying you over to the dining room table, you wondered where she was taking you. Wasn't her race still a while away?
"Hey, Morgan where are we goin--" you started to ask when she pressed you softly between her two warm hands.
"Eek! Sorry! I'm still not really used to doing this!" Morgan carefully and methodically began pulling at your sides, stretching you wide until she felt she had enough size to work with. Then she started tying some loops into you, and after a few tries, Morgan had actually morphed you into a pretty well made thong! You groaned as she seemed totally aloof to the fact she had placed your face on the damn inside, let alone the rear end. For her first time though, you were decently impressed she had done such a solid job.
"And for the finishing touches..." Morgan retrieved a familiar-looking aerosol can from under the table, and you jolted to attention as soon as you recognized the awful "Full-Length" label. You struggled to mouth your protests, you genuinely didn't feel like being trapped this way was necessary for one race, and losing the ability to speak or move wasn't exactly comfortable.
Morgan was shaking the can and seemed to be having a bit of trouble getting it to spray when you managed to say, "Hey, is the spray really necessar-" when you were interrupted as the can blasted out a thick mist of it's formula all over your body.
"Ahhh, there it goes! What were you saying, Hunter?" Morgan glanced down at your now green form only to realize you were frozen in place. "Oh, oops. Well, I'm sure it wasn't anything important..."
Morgan raised you to her face as she looked you all over. Admiring her handiwork and super excited to feel the pleasure Quinn had described, Morgan quickly retreated to her room where she stripped out of her soaked spandex, wincing as she noted how soaked they'd gotten without any underwear.
Stepping through your leg holes, Morgan gently drifted you along her toned thighs before you met your sticking point at the base of her ass. "Here goes," Morgan muttered before tugging you up around her huge, albeit well sculpted, booty. What she then felt was nothing less than ecstasy as your silky smooth form slid between her cheeks, instantly soaking up all the gross residue she had worked up on her last ten miles.
You on the other hand were not experiencing ecstasy. Far from it, as Morgan had sprayed you right as you were speaking, solidifying your mouth as open and permanently ingrained on the back of Morgan's new workout thong that had formerly been your body. As Morgan's ass swallowed your face, you felt the familiar painful stretching as you were forced to expand to the point of tearing by Morgan's bountiful hips. Such tight conditions meant you were also rocketed towards the deepest parts of Morgan's butt, grimacing as you came face to ass with her sweaty back door.
Such intimate conditions didn't go unnoticed by Morgan, as she blushed at the almost ticklish sensation. Hooking a finger around you, Morgan pried you out of her ass to speak down, "Wow, you're amazing at soaking up sweat, huh Hunter? Thank goodness you don't mind it, The after burn of my workouts usually means it's pretty swampy back there all day." Morgan felt her cheeks flush more red as she realized what she was saying down to her nice roommate, and that her roommate was strapped to her most private area of all places.
"Anyways, thanks again for all of this. After my marathon next week I'll be sure to get you out of there. You agreed to one race and I'm good on my word, don't you worry!" With that, Morgan released her hold, causing you to sling back into her sweaty crack with a powerful jiggle bouncing through her cheeks. As Morgan began shimmying up her same disgusting pants, you questioned what she'd just said. Her run next week? You agreed to one damn race, not the race and a whole week of excruciating training prior! You agreed to a few hours of wear, not hundreds!
"I actually feel pretty rested now, what do you say we get a feel for how you'll do this week?" Morgan asked aloud knowing full well she wouldn't get a response. The least she could do was treat you as human though. After all, you had considerately agreed to be her thong for a while...right?
Bounding out the door, you felt her powerful cheeks pummeling you mercilessly as she ran down the sidewalk, sweat already dripping off her chin, and many other places...
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April 23, 2025
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