Intra-Workout Adjustment
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 14
by
Bobob1
Gazing up at this carefree giantess you legally belonged to, you expected to see a ceiling indicating she had taken you inside. Instead you saw past her joyous expression only to see the bright blue sky overhead. You wondered why she had stopped if she wasn't home yet but as if reading your mind, correctly for once, she seemed to answer your question calling down, "Phew, alright Hunter, that's about half way! I've gotta say I can already tell this is going to be one of my favorite things to use you as. I mean, usually I have to stop at this bench to air out and cool down my feet since by now they're usually soaked; but thanks to you I can just change what side you're on and save some time!"
You had just gotten to the point where the sweat was manageable within Norah's shoe, and now you were about to be subjected to another one? Your body put up no resistance as Norah pried you off the bottom of the inside of her shoe and shoved you into it's twin. You squeezed into the sweltering tomb with a squelch as the sweat that was already pooling at the bottom sloshed with your addition.
With your face still tucked in her heel, you saw Norah giving herself a tiny massage with an investigative look. "Wow! The foot you were with a minute ago is only damp, yet my other one is totally drenched! I mean, really, see for yourself!" Norah hovered her uncleaned foot over your prison, wiggling her toes for effect as she showcased just how much worse for wear it was without your assistance. Clenching her foot, Norah's sock was squeezed into the crevices of her toes, causing a toxic downpour to fall free from it's fabric, only to land directly onto your exposed face.
"Oopsie! That was a bit more dramatic flair than I was going for!" Norah's giggles provided a tormenting backdrop as you fought the salty stinging in your crushed eyes. Actually peering down at you, Norah saw your grimacing expression and issued a response, "Aww, am I chatting too much? Or do ya just miss my warm foot~? I'm sorry, honey, let's get back on the road!"
Not wasting anymore time, Norah tucked her foot back into her shoe and gave it a few good stamps to make sure it was nice and snug. Not needing any approval from the little pad cushioning her foot, the gorgeous redhead went back into her jog down the road, totally oblivious to the torment each and every step was inflicting on her little nephew she loved so much.
A mere fifteen minutes later, an eternity when spent bearing Norah's weight and the burden of soaking up her fresh sweat, your aunt was seated on her couch attempting to cool down after such a grueling run. Wanting to get your approval after such a good first use of you legally as hers, Norah untied her shoes and grabbed each heel, pulling them off and letting them thud lazily on the floor.
Picking up the one she thought housed you, Norah was puzzled to not see a smiling face beaming up at her. Instead she just saw the usual bottom of her shoe. "I was sure he was in this one..." Norah mumbled before checking her other shoe. "Maybe he got jammed inside?" Norah leaned in to get a closer look towards the front of the shoe only to get hit with a hot wave of her own odor. "Oh my! Why on Earth would he sign up to be put in there?" She was blowing away the stench with her hand before a lightbulb went off in her head as she answered herself, "Wow, he really loves me that much that he'd deal with all this just to make my run a little easier..."
Norah was restraining cries of joy at how she must be the luckiest woman to ever live when she felt a familiar tingling against the bottom of her foot. Your feeblest attempts at getting her attention seemed to pay off as her weight came off you. Expecting to be peeled off her dirty sock, you instead heard your aunt's voice speak down in surprise, "Oh, there you are Hunter! Giving my foot a big ole' hug after the jogs over, huh?"
Norah bit her lip and felt her thighs squeeze together as her mind started to wander with the silence of the room. "You know, it's just you and me now...I bet you're just dying to be of use to your favorite person in all sorts of ways" Norah spoke out softly and with a sultry touch as she wiggled herself into the couch. You tried to shout out "NO!" but only got a mouthful of sock fuzz in the process. Norah released a light moan as you pressed right up against a sore spot on her sole and decide, "Alright, fine, you can stay there for a little while longer. I had a lot more fun stuff to experiment with you lined up but this should be fine while I rest up. Whaddya say you give me some more massaging as thanks for being such a good owner?"
Hearing Norah call herself your owner sent a blood chilling shudder through your body. Sure that's what she legally was and you knew that, but hearing the powerful title slip from her plush lips made your heart sink into your stomach. Feeling your body lift into the air, Norah moved her feet to rest on her living room ottoman and you heard the garble of the TV being flipped on.
The last thing you wanted to do was give this misunderstanding broad what she wanted, but you needed to push yourself free from her foot before you could get to work on reforming. Pushing your arms and legs as best as you could against the sole, Norah cooed in satisfaction, unable to stop herself from closing her eyes in bliss. Ignoring her pleased expressions, you kept at prying yourself further and further. As time went on you had to deal with Norah's playful other foot mindlessly rubbing against you, a simple and subconscious act for Norah that spelt disaster for you, but you pressed on.
It took the better part of an hour but you finally felt your body popping loose from all the damage Norah had done with her light jog. This time, Norah's other foot actually helped you as it caught the gap between you and her sock and ripped you free. Plopping down a carbon mold the shape of Norah's foot, toes and all, you went to work prying your limbs free and coming back to your human form.
Standing back at your mighty one inch form, you took in your surroundings to make a plan, only to see that Norah was fast asleep! Her legs were outstretched towards you of course, her tall and menacingly powerful feet still stood right next to you, their wicked stench still lingering all over. You wanted to give Norah the benefit of the doubt and blame the smell on her shoes or maybe her well-worn out socks, but with her tendencies and your history, you sighed in remorse.
You called out to Norah as well as you could but she didn't have the slightest reaction. You considered shoving or punching at her foot but you figured that was asking to get smeared under her heel if she perceived it as an "itch". Your only real option seemed to be to make your way on up to her face and see if you could wake her up with your shouts from there.
You gulped as you looked at the long fall to the floor. Scaling this ottoman down didn't seem feasible. That left one real option. Crawling your way up her ankle, you stood atop her shin and looked across her bare legs at the long bridge before you. One step at a time, you journeyed over the gap between the couch and her footrest, Norah's smooth and supple skin being no help in preventing you from falling. You only prayed she didn't move in her sleep, or even wake up and stand.
With your caution to thank, you made it past Norah's knees only to reach a newly ominous sight. Your sleeping aunt's legs were crossed together, her broad and thick thighs pouring over each other as they squished their juicy flesh into one another. You saw beads of sweat pooling together only to roll down and plop on her floor. Gulping at the challenge ahead, not only was it dangerous, but it also led to the intimidatingly embarrassing region of her crotch.
Hearing Norah's tired murmurs ahead, you just hoped you'd make it to Norah's face okay...
You had just gotten to the point where the sweat was manageable within Norah's shoe, and now you were about to be subjected to another one? Your body put up no resistance as Norah pried you off the bottom of the inside of her shoe and shoved you into it's twin. You squeezed into the sweltering tomb with a squelch as the sweat that was already pooling at the bottom sloshed with your addition.
With your face still tucked in her heel, you saw Norah giving herself a tiny massage with an investigative look. "Wow! The foot you were with a minute ago is only damp, yet my other one is totally drenched! I mean, really, see for yourself!" Norah hovered her uncleaned foot over your prison, wiggling her toes for effect as she showcased just how much worse for wear it was without your assistance. Clenching her foot, Norah's sock was squeezed into the crevices of her toes, causing a toxic downpour to fall free from it's fabric, only to land directly onto your exposed face.
"Oopsie! That was a bit more dramatic flair than I was going for!" Norah's giggles provided a tormenting backdrop as you fought the salty stinging in your crushed eyes. Actually peering down at you, Norah saw your grimacing expression and issued a response, "Aww, am I chatting too much? Or do ya just miss my warm foot~? I'm sorry, honey, let's get back on the road!"
Not wasting anymore time, Norah tucked her foot back into her shoe and gave it a few good stamps to make sure it was nice and snug. Not needing any approval from the little pad cushioning her foot, the gorgeous redhead went back into her jog down the road, totally oblivious to the torment each and every step was inflicting on her little nephew she loved so much.
A mere fifteen minutes later, an eternity when spent bearing Norah's weight and the burden of soaking up her fresh sweat, your aunt was seated on her couch attempting to cool down after such a grueling run. Wanting to get your approval after such a good first use of you legally as hers, Norah untied her shoes and grabbed each heel, pulling them off and letting them thud lazily on the floor.
Picking up the one she thought housed you, Norah was puzzled to not see a smiling face beaming up at her. Instead she just saw the usual bottom of her shoe. "I was sure he was in this one..." Norah mumbled before checking her other shoe. "Maybe he got jammed inside?" Norah leaned in to get a closer look towards the front of the shoe only to get hit with a hot wave of her own odor. "Oh my! Why on Earth would he sign up to be put in there?" She was blowing away the stench with her hand before a lightbulb went off in her head as she answered herself, "Wow, he really loves me that much that he'd deal with all this just to make my run a little easier..."
Norah was restraining cries of joy at how she must be the luckiest woman to ever live when she felt a familiar tingling against the bottom of her foot. Your feeblest attempts at getting her attention seemed to pay off as her weight came off you. Expecting to be peeled off her dirty sock, you instead heard your aunt's voice speak down in surprise, "Oh, there you are Hunter! Giving my foot a big ole' hug after the jogs over, huh?"
Norah bit her lip and felt her thighs squeeze together as her mind started to wander with the silence of the room. "You know, it's just you and me now...I bet you're just dying to be of use to your favorite person in all sorts of ways" Norah spoke out softly and with a sultry touch as she wiggled herself into the couch. You tried to shout out "NO!" but only got a mouthful of sock fuzz in the process. Norah released a light moan as you pressed right up against a sore spot on her sole and decide, "Alright, fine, you can stay there for a little while longer. I had a lot more fun stuff to experiment with you lined up but this should be fine while I rest up. Whaddya say you give me some more massaging as thanks for being such a good owner?"
Hearing Norah call herself your owner sent a blood chilling shudder through your body. Sure that's what she legally was and you knew that, but hearing the powerful title slip from her plush lips made your heart sink into your stomach. Feeling your body lift into the air, Norah moved her feet to rest on her living room ottoman and you heard the garble of the TV being flipped on.
The last thing you wanted to do was give this misunderstanding broad what she wanted, but you needed to push yourself free from her foot before you could get to work on reforming. Pushing your arms and legs as best as you could against the sole, Norah cooed in satisfaction, unable to stop herself from closing her eyes in bliss. Ignoring her pleased expressions, you kept at prying yourself further and further. As time went on you had to deal with Norah's playful other foot mindlessly rubbing against you, a simple and subconscious act for Norah that spelt disaster for you, but you pressed on.
It took the better part of an hour but you finally felt your body popping loose from all the damage Norah had done with her light jog. This time, Norah's other foot actually helped you as it caught the gap between you and her sock and ripped you free. Plopping down a carbon mold the shape of Norah's foot, toes and all, you went to work prying your limbs free and coming back to your human form.
Standing back at your mighty one inch form, you took in your surroundings to make a plan, only to see that Norah was fast asleep! Her legs were outstretched towards you of course, her tall and menacingly powerful feet still stood right next to you, their wicked stench still lingering all over. You wanted to give Norah the benefit of the doubt and blame the smell on her shoes or maybe her well-worn out socks, but with her tendencies and your history, you sighed in remorse.
You called out to Norah as well as you could but she didn't have the slightest reaction. You considered shoving or punching at her foot but you figured that was asking to get smeared under her heel if she perceived it as an "itch". Your only real option seemed to be to make your way on up to her face and see if you could wake her up with your shouts from there.
You gulped as you looked at the long fall to the floor. Scaling this ottoman down didn't seem feasible. That left one real option. Crawling your way up her ankle, you stood atop her shin and looked across her bare legs at the long bridge before you. One step at a time, you journeyed over the gap between the couch and her footrest, Norah's smooth and supple skin being no help in preventing you from falling. You only prayed she didn't move in her sleep, or even wake up and stand.
With your caution to thank, you made it past Norah's knees only to reach a newly ominous sight. Your sleeping aunt's legs were crossed together, her broad and thick thighs pouring over each other as they squished their juicy flesh into one another. You saw beads of sweat pooling together only to roll down and plop on her floor. Gulping at the challenge ahead, not only was it dangerous, but it also led to the intimidatingly embarrassing region of her crotch.
Hearing Norah's tired murmurs ahead, you just hoped you'd make it to Norah's face okay...
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April 23, 2025
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