Object with Benefits
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 18
by
copier
· original author:
lilmoniiee
(Note: Taking this in a bit of a different direction. Also, a more consensual one, warning if that grosses you out.)
Weeks had passed since that action packed day reuniting, and more so permanently uniting, you and your Aunt Norah. As Norah had carried you in her careless grip while sashaying her drenched form off towards a nice steamy shower, you were nothing if not stricken with gut wrenching fear of where things would go from there.
In the course of just one day, or more like mere hours, this ditzy redhead had picked you up from your home, whisked you off and obtained ownership of your entire being, and basically rewritten history to her liking of you being madly in love with everything about her. While you certainly loved Norah as a fun-loving and crucial part of your life, never had you considered her as anything more than your aunt! At this point, as Norah got to dousing you in a fruity body wash, it was needless to say you were having extreme regret over having picked Norah of all women to become your sole owner.
And yet, strangely, things didn't seem to be all that bad. While Norah was totally enthralled to have a lover in the palm of her hand, or in her "back-pocket" to put it politely, but she was also inclined to take things a bit slow with the new relationship she had spawned. She seemed perfectly happy with treating you as a person, giving you some lengthy breaks from licking up the salty sweat that flowed like water from your exercise obsessed aunt.
So while she still kept you close just about always, at the very least you were given good time off to prevent your life from being a nonstop hell of ass sweat, odorous feet, and yoga sessions. It almost made you a bit nostalgic of your childhood, when you'd be alone with Norah for months on end, and at least now she was quite interested in keeping an eye on you for your utility. Not to mention no Tracy around to stick you to the clueless ditz where she'd unawarely torment you with her daily workouts. This wasn't to say Norah never accidentally sat or stepped on you, but she was far more careful about it.
There was even another part that was a bit better than your days lazing around as a kid, though you hesitated to admit it. Norah's smothering affection had at first rubbed you all wrong, but as you got more comfortable living with her...you sort of came to enjoy it. Even you couldn't deny any longer than Norah was a bombshell, double so for her age. Getting kissed and licked by a goddess such as her was less and less an act of feigning enjoyment, and more and more fighting off the urges to totally commit yourself and beg for more. You couldn't resist such a curvy pair of tits and a peachy butt anymore than any other guy! And Norah certainly had plenty of curves to spare...
Norah was as casual as ever in using you throughout the day still, with you getting less resistant and her seamlessly more comfortable using you intentionally, unlike how she had for much of your childhood. Walking into her living room one day, while you lay lazing about watching TV, you were swooped up by Norah and dangled towards her noticeably damp booty without a word. While you begged for her to not cram you in her ass crack to wipe up that days pools of sweat, she playfully whisked you up to her face to give you a quick peck when she noticed a clearly evident bulge prodding at your shorts.
You hadn't meant to react that way, but it had become quite the reflex as over the weeks Norah frequently popped her ridiculously huge butt in your face and left it there to jiggle tantalizingly while she wondered where she had last left you. Prodding at the tent you had going on, Norah's lips curled into a sultry smile and she let her hot breath spill out over you as she teasingly whispered, "Your body says otherwise" as she rejected your pleas and stretched you out into the optimal form for lapping at her dripping backside.
While your arousal betrayed your best interests, you certainly hadn't gotten used to the overwhelming smell and more often, taste, of Norah's yoga-induced smog of sweat. While you didn't want to risk pissing off your owner, for fear she may just decide to treat you as an object if she didn't think you two had some kind of relationship brewing, nothing about licking at her feet or being used as a super absorbent thong made you enjoy yourself.
Unfortunately this was the hardest part of this rough arrangement, pretending this was all your idea and you couldn't be happier. It took a special kind of willpower to grit your teeth and smile at Norah after she just swabbed your tongue against her backdoor to relieve herself of any built up sweat or grime. But you continued to manage to, getting a sultry wink in response that sent shivers all down your spine.
So yes, weeks had passed since that eventful day, but you were beginning to come to terms with the whole usage license thing. And sometimes, particularly when you weren't stuffed into a running shoe, you even were glad you had picked Norah instead of some stranger or your own mother.
It was a sunny Sunday morning, and you opened your eyes to be greeted by the usual sight, Norah's peaceful drooling face. You said usual, but honestly it was totally random where you ended up when you were in the same bed as this colossal ditz. Your aunt was prone to lots of rolling around in her sleep, consistently plastering you to her body and turning you into a little Hunter-tattoo for quite a while. That or she'd skip that entirely, stuffing you between her cheeks if she was "feeling hot and sweaty" on a particular night. You imagined she really just was feeling extra kinky but you couldn't utter a word otherwise as you feigned anticipation with an eager agreement.
As Norah's eyes fluttered awake, she ignored the growing stream of drool nearly reaching you and immediately laid eyes on you before rolling her face to plant a deep and heavy kiss on your body. You were flattened instantly, unable to do a thing as your pseudo-lover/owner cheerily chirped out "Good morning, sweetheart!" unintentionally, and cluelessly, washing you in a hot wave of her stale morning breath.
"G-good morning, babe" you meekly managed to reply, trying to reform before Norah could assault you any further. You didn't get far though, as Norah gushed at your response.
"Babe? Oh, that's the first time you've called me that, Hunter, I love it!" Norah energetically began ravishing your body under her lips, and tongue, as she poured her emotions onto you literally.
Once satisfied, Norah gazed down at you giggling, wiping a stray red strand of hair from her face as she did. "Whoops, sorry little guy" Norah mumbled, seeing she had flattened you with her feverish love. "At least not all of you is squished..." Norah said, eyeing your morning wood now revived thanks to Norah's wet and sloppy good morning.
You nervously tried to hide your shame, before Norah lowered her head, whispering "ah-ah" to tell you no before she let her tongue hang loose and give you one long swipe all along you. A thick coat of saliva painted you as you lay flat and helpless as Norah let a long hmm escape her lips. She fought against her deepest urges to take you further, remembering today was a special occasion.
"No time for this, Hunter! Today's a big day!" Norah shouted, hopping up from the sheets, shaking you in the bouncy beds wake.
As you reinflated, you took a forearm and wiped the dense fluid from your face, spitting some free from your mouth too, before responding, "Huh? What's so special about today?"
Norah giggled at you as she stripped out of her pajamas, exposing her nude bouncing assets to torment you as she scooped you up in her grasp, happily hugging you into her warm chest as she cheered...
1) "Today's the last day to change your license! They have some kind of required thirty day grace period, but all we have to do is finalize it and you're mine forever! I think I want to change a few things though..." Back to Isabella's, can you change this license, or do you even want to anymore??
2) "It's our one month anniversary silly! And oh boy do I have all your favorites lined up to celebrate..." Norah has a full day of "sexy" fun planned out for you, no doubt involving exercise and using your usage license to the max. Do you manage to smile through it all or do you even survive??
Weeks had passed since that action packed day reuniting, and more so permanently uniting, you and your Aunt Norah. As Norah had carried you in her careless grip while sashaying her drenched form off towards a nice steamy shower, you were nothing if not stricken with gut wrenching fear of where things would go from there.
In the course of just one day, or more like mere hours, this ditzy redhead had picked you up from your home, whisked you off and obtained ownership of your entire being, and basically rewritten history to her liking of you being madly in love with everything about her. While you certainly loved Norah as a fun-loving and crucial part of your life, never had you considered her as anything more than your aunt! At this point, as Norah got to dousing you in a fruity body wash, it was needless to say you were having extreme regret over having picked Norah of all women to become your sole owner.
And yet, strangely, things didn't seem to be all that bad. While Norah was totally enthralled to have a lover in the palm of her hand, or in her "back-pocket" to put it politely, but she was also inclined to take things a bit slow with the new relationship she had spawned. She seemed perfectly happy with treating you as a person, giving you some lengthy breaks from licking up the salty sweat that flowed like water from your exercise obsessed aunt.
So while she still kept you close just about always, at the very least you were given good time off to prevent your life from being a nonstop hell of ass sweat, odorous feet, and yoga sessions. It almost made you a bit nostalgic of your childhood, when you'd be alone with Norah for months on end, and at least now she was quite interested in keeping an eye on you for your utility. Not to mention no Tracy around to stick you to the clueless ditz where she'd unawarely torment you with her daily workouts. This wasn't to say Norah never accidentally sat or stepped on you, but she was far more careful about it.
There was even another part that was a bit better than your days lazing around as a kid, though you hesitated to admit it. Norah's smothering affection had at first rubbed you all wrong, but as you got more comfortable living with her...you sort of came to enjoy it. Even you couldn't deny any longer than Norah was a bombshell, double so for her age. Getting kissed and licked by a goddess such as her was less and less an act of feigning enjoyment, and more and more fighting off the urges to totally commit yourself and beg for more. You couldn't resist such a curvy pair of tits and a peachy butt anymore than any other guy! And Norah certainly had plenty of curves to spare...
Norah was as casual as ever in using you throughout the day still, with you getting less resistant and her seamlessly more comfortable using you intentionally, unlike how she had for much of your childhood. Walking into her living room one day, while you lay lazing about watching TV, you were swooped up by Norah and dangled towards her noticeably damp booty without a word. While you begged for her to not cram you in her ass crack to wipe up that days pools of sweat, she playfully whisked you up to her face to give you a quick peck when she noticed a clearly evident bulge prodding at your shorts.
You hadn't meant to react that way, but it had become quite the reflex as over the weeks Norah frequently popped her ridiculously huge butt in your face and left it there to jiggle tantalizingly while she wondered where she had last left you. Prodding at the tent you had going on, Norah's lips curled into a sultry smile and she let her hot breath spill out over you as she teasingly whispered, "Your body says otherwise" as she rejected your pleas and stretched you out into the optimal form for lapping at her dripping backside.
While your arousal betrayed your best interests, you certainly hadn't gotten used to the overwhelming smell and more often, taste, of Norah's yoga-induced smog of sweat. While you didn't want to risk pissing off your owner, for fear she may just decide to treat you as an object if she didn't think you two had some kind of relationship brewing, nothing about licking at her feet or being used as a super absorbent thong made you enjoy yourself.
Unfortunately this was the hardest part of this rough arrangement, pretending this was all your idea and you couldn't be happier. It took a special kind of willpower to grit your teeth and smile at Norah after she just swabbed your tongue against her backdoor to relieve herself of any built up sweat or grime. But you continued to manage to, getting a sultry wink in response that sent shivers all down your spine.
So yes, weeks had passed since that eventful day, but you were beginning to come to terms with the whole usage license thing. And sometimes, particularly when you weren't stuffed into a running shoe, you even were glad you had picked Norah instead of some stranger or your own mother.
It was a sunny Sunday morning, and you opened your eyes to be greeted by the usual sight, Norah's peaceful drooling face. You said usual, but honestly it was totally random where you ended up when you were in the same bed as this colossal ditz. Your aunt was prone to lots of rolling around in her sleep, consistently plastering you to her body and turning you into a little Hunter-tattoo for quite a while. That or she'd skip that entirely, stuffing you between her cheeks if she was "feeling hot and sweaty" on a particular night. You imagined she really just was feeling extra kinky but you couldn't utter a word otherwise as you feigned anticipation with an eager agreement.
As Norah's eyes fluttered awake, she ignored the growing stream of drool nearly reaching you and immediately laid eyes on you before rolling her face to plant a deep and heavy kiss on your body. You were flattened instantly, unable to do a thing as your pseudo-lover/owner cheerily chirped out "Good morning, sweetheart!" unintentionally, and cluelessly, washing you in a hot wave of her stale morning breath.
"G-good morning, babe" you meekly managed to reply, trying to reform before Norah could assault you any further. You didn't get far though, as Norah gushed at your response.
"Babe? Oh, that's the first time you've called me that, Hunter, I love it!" Norah energetically began ravishing your body under her lips, and tongue, as she poured her emotions onto you literally.
Once satisfied, Norah gazed down at you giggling, wiping a stray red strand of hair from her face as she did. "Whoops, sorry little guy" Norah mumbled, seeing she had flattened you with her feverish love. "At least not all of you is squished..." Norah said, eyeing your morning wood now revived thanks to Norah's wet and sloppy good morning.
You nervously tried to hide your shame, before Norah lowered her head, whispering "ah-ah" to tell you no before she let her tongue hang loose and give you one long swipe all along you. A thick coat of saliva painted you as you lay flat and helpless as Norah let a long hmm escape her lips. She fought against her deepest urges to take you further, remembering today was a special occasion.
"No time for this, Hunter! Today's a big day!" Norah shouted, hopping up from the sheets, shaking you in the bouncy beds wake.
As you reinflated, you took a forearm and wiped the dense fluid from your face, spitting some free from your mouth too, before responding, "Huh? What's so special about today?"
Norah giggled at you as she stripped out of her pajamas, exposing her nude bouncing assets to torment you as she scooped you up in her grasp, happily hugging you into her warm chest as she cheered...
1) "Today's the last day to change your license! They have some kind of required thirty day grace period, but all we have to do is finalize it and you're mine forever! I think I want to change a few things though..." Back to Isabella's, can you change this license, or do you even want to anymore??
2) "It's our one month anniversary silly! And oh boy do I have all your favorites lined up to celebrate..." Norah has a full day of "sexy" fun planned out for you, no doubt involving exercise and using your usage license to the max. Do you manage to smile through it all or do you even survive??
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