Abusing You Even in Her Sleep
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 15
by
Bobob1
Standing on your aunt's right knee, you saw the glistening smooth expanse of her thick thighs ahead of you. With her legs crossed, you saw the area where her thighs met squashed together, creating a crevice where beads of sweat were pooling together. To any normal sized person, it would probably just look like a light sheen of sweat. But from your perspective, you knew if you fell, you'd be getting properly soaked. You shuddered, realizing you'd need extra caution. The only way to set the record straight was to wake Norah up and explain you didn't really want to be her property.
You took a few steps and took note of how slippery it was. Norah's legs were already buttery smooth, but with the added perspiration it was like trying to walk on oil. About halfway across, you tripped, causing you to face plant into Norah's supple flesh and yet hug it for dear life as to not fall off. The heat of Norah's thigh was radiating onto your face, and the salty atmosphere made your neck hurt as you tried to distance your face as far as possible.
As you slipped towards the side, you gazed over her thigh only to make out the sight of a discarded pair of underwear, a pair of knee socks, and a foot massager, all scattered out on the floor beneath the couch. You winced, imagining all the mishaps Norah would put you through if she found you on any one of those and got the wrong idea, or worse, didn't even see you when she used them. You noted it was quite a mess for someone as active as Norah, but you suppose you shouldn't be surprised considering her forgetful and carefree attitude.
Not wanting to meet your fate down there, you scrambled back up onto her thigh and regained your footing. Prepared to continue towards Norah's hip area, much to your dismay, you let loose a sigh at managing to get back on your feet.
Just as you put yourself at ease however, Norah murmured cutely in her sleep and began to move. You gazed up at her face to see her eyes still closed, but her legs were moving beneath you!
Going from having her legs stretched in front of her, Norah lifted her titanic legs up and moved them onto the couch, opting to lay on her side to get more comfy. What this resulted in for you was her other thigh crashing down on you from above, sandwiching you with crushing force from above. Norah let out a pleased sigh as she was satisfied with the transition, all while you were trying to push your way free from her squashing thighs. Your entire lower body was pinned between them, and now with gravity working in a new direction, the droplets of sweat began running down from Norah's left thigh only to splash onto you and threaten to drown you in their overwhelming presence.
You sputtered against the toxic residue, trying without much success to wipe the stinging fluid from your eyes. Why did Norah have to sweat so damn much? Why couldn't she have taken a shower after her run? You briefly imagined Norah carrying you with her into the shower and felt a larger sense of gratitude that this was your current situation rather than the alternative. Perhaps her being asleep was much better than this hyper-excitable, overbearing ditz being awake and continuing to try and subject you to a never-ending tour of every inch of her body.
This time, Norah's thighs being so slick actually worked in your body. With your minor strength, you were still able to push your flattened form free, your body fluttering to a splat at the crater Norah's weight was making in the cushy couch. Making quick work in reforming, you realized scaling her thighs at this point was hopeless. You'd never be able to get a decent grip as sweat continued to cascade down towards you.
Realizing you needed to keep making your way towards her face to get closer to where she could hear you, you trekked towards the only spot you could actually climb, her shorts covered hips. It was only now you realized Norah was turned with her back to you and the rest of the room, and that meant her swell of a rear was pushed out as your only point of leverage.
You groaned as you grasped at the fibers of her shorts, wincing as you felt the moist threads gush under your grip. For once, Norah's ass stretching her bottoms to their absolute limits was a good thing as it meant the fibers were easy to grasp, being spaced out just enough. On the flip side, the awful part was the absolutely steaming atmosphere surrounding Norah's hot and sweaty backside. You attempted to hold your breath to prevent from breathing in the suffocating fog of stench coming from the gorgeous redheaded giantess, but it was no use as the climbing was extremely strenuous and you were forced to breathe at a rapid pace to keep your stamina.
You must've been seventy-five percent to the top when you heard another whisper from Norah. Feeling the glutes beneath the shorts lightly flex, you scrambled to get higher in a last mad dash. Unfortunately, even your sleeping aunt was faster. Rolling onto her butt, Norah laid on her back, suffocating you against mounds of booty flesh. You cried out for any kind of mercy as you'd been stalled by set-back after set-back courtesy of this unaware, sleeping, woman. The same woman who held the paperwork you signed saying you wanted her to use you as nothing more than a useful contrivance to satisfy her every waking desire.
What happens next?
You took a few steps and took note of how slippery it was. Norah's legs were already buttery smooth, but with the added perspiration it was like trying to walk on oil. About halfway across, you tripped, causing you to face plant into Norah's supple flesh and yet hug it for dear life as to not fall off. The heat of Norah's thigh was radiating onto your face, and the salty atmosphere made your neck hurt as you tried to distance your face as far as possible.
As you slipped towards the side, you gazed over her thigh only to make out the sight of a discarded pair of underwear, a pair of knee socks, and a foot massager, all scattered out on the floor beneath the couch. You winced, imagining all the mishaps Norah would put you through if she found you on any one of those and got the wrong idea, or worse, didn't even see you when she used them. You noted it was quite a mess for someone as active as Norah, but you suppose you shouldn't be surprised considering her forgetful and carefree attitude.
Not wanting to meet your fate down there, you scrambled back up onto her thigh and regained your footing. Prepared to continue towards Norah's hip area, much to your dismay, you let loose a sigh at managing to get back on your feet.
Just as you put yourself at ease however, Norah murmured cutely in her sleep and began to move. You gazed up at her face to see her eyes still closed, but her legs were moving beneath you!
Going from having her legs stretched in front of her, Norah lifted her titanic legs up and moved them onto the couch, opting to lay on her side to get more comfy. What this resulted in for you was her other thigh crashing down on you from above, sandwiching you with crushing force from above. Norah let out a pleased sigh as she was satisfied with the transition, all while you were trying to push your way free from her squashing thighs. Your entire lower body was pinned between them, and now with gravity working in a new direction, the droplets of sweat began running down from Norah's left thigh only to splash onto you and threaten to drown you in their overwhelming presence.
You sputtered against the toxic residue, trying without much success to wipe the stinging fluid from your eyes. Why did Norah have to sweat so damn much? Why couldn't she have taken a shower after her run? You briefly imagined Norah carrying you with her into the shower and felt a larger sense of gratitude that this was your current situation rather than the alternative. Perhaps her being asleep was much better than this hyper-excitable, overbearing ditz being awake and continuing to try and subject you to a never-ending tour of every inch of her body.
This time, Norah's thighs being so slick actually worked in your body. With your minor strength, you were still able to push your flattened form free, your body fluttering to a splat at the crater Norah's weight was making in the cushy couch. Making quick work in reforming, you realized scaling her thighs at this point was hopeless. You'd never be able to get a decent grip as sweat continued to cascade down towards you.
Realizing you needed to keep making your way towards her face to get closer to where she could hear you, you trekked towards the only spot you could actually climb, her shorts covered hips. It was only now you realized Norah was turned with her back to you and the rest of the room, and that meant her swell of a rear was pushed out as your only point of leverage.
You groaned as you grasped at the fibers of her shorts, wincing as you felt the moist threads gush under your grip. For once, Norah's ass stretching her bottoms to their absolute limits was a good thing as it meant the fibers were easy to grasp, being spaced out just enough. On the flip side, the awful part was the absolutely steaming atmosphere surrounding Norah's hot and sweaty backside. You attempted to hold your breath to prevent from breathing in the suffocating fog of stench coming from the gorgeous redheaded giantess, but it was no use as the climbing was extremely strenuous and you were forced to breathe at a rapid pace to keep your stamina.
You must've been seventy-five percent to the top when you heard another whisper from Norah. Feeling the glutes beneath the shorts lightly flex, you scrambled to get higher in a last mad dash. Unfortunately, even your sleeping aunt was faster. Rolling onto her butt, Norah laid on her back, suffocating you against mounds of booty flesh. You cried out for any kind of mercy as you'd been stalled by set-back after set-back courtesy of this unaware, sleeping, woman. The same woman who held the paperwork you signed saying you wanted her to use you as nothing more than a useful contrivance to satisfy her every waking desire.
What happens next?
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April 23, 2025
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