Norah Begins Your Treatment
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 18
by
Bobob1
(Chapter originally written by lilmoni)
"Let's see..." Norah mused, your limp and sweat-dripping body still dangling in her pinched fingers, "I bet my feet are pretty dirty, after all I didn't manage to get a shower in after my run...or yesterday's." The redheaded giantess giggled at herself, her airheadedness proving to be useful for once as it allowed her to expose you to just a bit more grossness than she would have otherwise.
Plopping her ass back on the couch and laying you in her lap, Norah propped her foot on her knee and proceeded to remove her thoroughly soaked sock from her right foot, unleashing a miasma of heat and stench into the room. "Phew, yep, you're just what I needed for this job, Hunter! Or maybe I should say, this job is just what you need to overcome those carnal desires of yours." Norah wagged a finger in your crushed face in a scolding manner while she spoke only causing you to internally groan both at her misguided words and the ominous stench that was drifting towards you.
You waited anxiously for what you knew was coming next, but instead Norah picked you up and raised you up to her. Her overwhelming face was enough to intimidate you as your admittedly gorgeous aunt looked over you, her intense stare in deep contrast to her usual careless and aloof nature. A deep hmm escaped her lips as you were left to wonder what on Earth she was probing you for when a cheery "Ah ha!" was yelped out in your face.
Norah's fingers glided over you before planting firmly on exactly what you were afraid of. Your mouth. The redhead's fingers parted your lips before pinching the tiny muscle they so greedily desired. "There it is! Perfect!" Norah withdrew your tongue and stretched it as far as she could before her mood changed back into a more serious and commandeering tone.
"Now Hunter, I understand you don't mind being used for what you're best at, moping up sweat, but wait until you get a taste of it! I bet you'll really change your tune after that!" You weren't sure what was worse, the impending doom of Norah subjecting you to a taste of her post-run soles, or her words saying you were only good for cleaning up after her gross body. Either way, Norah of course didn't care whatever was running through your supposedly perverse mind as she got right to work, holding your rag like body in her grip while using her index finger to pressure and guide your tongue to each area that needed it most.
Flipping on the TV, Norah let her gaze wander as she wiped you all along the length of her right sole. The slick with sweat and toned flesh of the bottom of her foot flooded your taste buds with salty residue causing you to whimper out onto deaf ears. When you were able to steal a glance at your new owner, you were met with her uncaring face, a light smile of contempt painted on her lips as she looked forward, not even really paying attention to the horrendous suffering she was inflicting on her little nephew-turned-toy.
After a few minutes of rough massage/smothering, Norah began to slip you in between each toe, using your tongue as an extra-absorbent rag of sorts to clean up the soaked lint that her well-worn socks had left behind. Despite not paying you a lick of attention, Norah managed to do a shockingly thorough job, seemingly perfectly gliding your face and tongue onto each blight of dirt that marked her soon-to-be pristine feet.
Once satisfied with the job she, or more accurately you, had done, Norah swapped feet. She aimlessly plunged your body into the sole of her left foot, rubbing you vigorously for a moment before she realized her error. "Oops! Forgot to take my sock off! Teehee!"
Norah's cute giggle didn't overwrite the awful taste of her running socks, your tongue meeting the blackened imprint her foot had made onto them and wanting to shrivel up in response. It didn't have a choice though, as Norah went straight to rubbing it back into her foot, this one fresh with sweat for you to lap up dutifully.
After a half-hour that seemed to drag on for an eternity, Norah seemed to have finished. In just a short thirty minutes, you felt like you'd never breathe fresh air again. The rank and suffocating smell and taste of your aunt's feet seemed to soak into every cell of your being. You'd gagged on Norah's sweat numerous times throughout your pained childhood, but this was the first time she'd knowingly forced you to lick every inch of them clean.
Allowing you to plop in a sweaty heap in her lap once more, Norah glided her fingers along her spotless soles remarking on how they felt. "Oh wow! My feet have never felt so smooth! This is just the kind of treatment I need after such a good run! What a godsend that I can look forward to this and so much more every single day from now on!" Norah's praise didn't lift your battered spirits at all, but at this point you were so roughed up you just lay motionless. After all, what more were you than Norah's property now?
"And it's all thanks to you, my little toy! I bet you're having a little trouble feeling all hot and bothered after getting a good taste of your pretty auntie's smelly feet aren't ya?" Norah plucked you up and you winced as you hovered in front of her eyes once more. You expected her to have that same fun-loving grin plastered to her lips, but instead you saw a raised eyebrow and lips puckered in confusion.
"Huh? Oh my gosh...don't tell me..." Norah gasped, taking her free hand and dramatically hovering it in front of her mouth. "You...you like my feet too?!" Your formerly defeated psyche jolted to life as Norah let the humiliating words slip from her shocked lips. "It's true isn't it! You're blushing! You're totally flush with desire! Oh goodness I didn't know it was this serious..."
You managed to steer your crushed eyes towards your limp body. It was true, your body was totally red. Inflamed, from the pounding, grinding, and squishing Norah had just put you through under her feet and between her toes. You wiggled with what little spirit you had left, your struggles going unnoticed by this titanic goddess before you as her head shook in disbelief.
"My butt, my feet, my whole damn body! Me! I get it, Hunter, you agreed to be used as anything but don't you have any limits?! I'm happy to use you since it's so ridiculously convenient and handy for me but it just feels wrong knowing my former nephew is getting a kick out of being my new property!" Your mind was running circles as the word 'former' drifted from her lips before stabbing your heart. You loved Norah with all your heart...as family! No matter how ditzy she could be, or how much you hated the taste of her putrid sweat, she was still your favorite aunt you'd spent so many years with! For her to relinquish your position as part of that family...and reassign you as just an object, it struck a new low. Not to mention you most certainly had limits, and they were left behind long long ago, far before your tongue was brought into play against any part of your aunt's body or thick, voluptuous curves.
"I just don't think I can handle all this and still make you happy, Hunter...Oh what am I saying, you aren't really Hunter anymore. You just want to be my toy and I should really start to only think of you as such. Remembering you as my sweet little nephew is only going to make this harder. I promise I'll find a way for us both to be happy, but for now..." Norah let out a sad yet hopeful sigh as she stood up and pulled on the waistband of her tight running shorts, "I guess this is goodbye, Hunter..."
You finally got your mouth back into shape as Norah parted her fingers, dropping you into the dark abyss of her ass. "Wait, no, NORAHHH!" you screamed your tiny screams for your life as you were swallowed into the sweaty cavern of Norah booty. Right as her ears perked up at you though, she let the waistband smack to a close, trapping your screams and you into their dank prison.
"Oh, it's almost like I can still hear him calling my name..." Norah shook her head once more, squeezing her temple in her fingers, "I can't believe I believed his cries for help so many years, he really is a good actor! I don't want to be your pretty little thong, Norah; Help, Norah, I'm trapped in your gross sock, Norah! God that kid was such a piece of work after-all!" Norah's cheap mockery of you thankfully never reached your crushed ears as she let herself fall back onto the couch, slamming you under her full weight again.
Twirling a strand of her bright red hair, Norah continued to muse, "Still...I can't deny he is the best thing to happen to me in a while. I mean he's just sooooo good at being helpful with all sorts of things!" Norah purred while grinding into the couch cushion, relishing how you felt getting closer and closer to tickling her sensitive back door. Remembering your "gross feelings" once more, Norah groaned and threw her head back. "It's all just so frustrating! Sorry some of us have morals, little perv!" Norah hopped up and down in her seat to emphasis her annoyance with the sticky situation.
"Ugh I need some way to get this anger out...but what can I...." Suddenly the light bulb finally lit up as Norah hopped from the couch in relief, "Yoga!" Hoisting up her mat and gym bag, Norah didn't spare you another thought as she rushed out the door and hopped into the car, you forced along with her as her rotund backside bounced along behind her.
1) Tag in a Friend. Norah seeks guidance from a friend at yoga, who offers to sneak you into her house as an object so she can still get her use out of you, but unaware so she no longer worries about you and your gross nature.
2) Exposure. Norah's meditative practice calms her down and she can't help but show you off to the rest of her class. The other women frantically urge her to be more grateful or even that they could sway you to fall for one of them instead.
"Let's see..." Norah mused, your limp and sweat-dripping body still dangling in her pinched fingers, "I bet my feet are pretty dirty, after all I didn't manage to get a shower in after my run...or yesterday's." The redheaded giantess giggled at herself, her airheadedness proving to be useful for once as it allowed her to expose you to just a bit more grossness than she would have otherwise.
Plopping her ass back on the couch and laying you in her lap, Norah propped her foot on her knee and proceeded to remove her thoroughly soaked sock from her right foot, unleashing a miasma of heat and stench into the room. "Phew, yep, you're just what I needed for this job, Hunter! Or maybe I should say, this job is just what you need to overcome those carnal desires of yours." Norah wagged a finger in your crushed face in a scolding manner while she spoke only causing you to internally groan both at her misguided words and the ominous stench that was drifting towards you.
You waited anxiously for what you knew was coming next, but instead Norah picked you up and raised you up to her. Her overwhelming face was enough to intimidate you as your admittedly gorgeous aunt looked over you, her intense stare in deep contrast to her usual careless and aloof nature. A deep hmm escaped her lips as you were left to wonder what on Earth she was probing you for when a cheery "Ah ha!" was yelped out in your face.
Norah's fingers glided over you before planting firmly on exactly what you were afraid of. Your mouth. The redhead's fingers parted your lips before pinching the tiny muscle they so greedily desired. "There it is! Perfect!" Norah withdrew your tongue and stretched it as far as she could before her mood changed back into a more serious and commandeering tone.
"Now Hunter, I understand you don't mind being used for what you're best at, moping up sweat, but wait until you get a taste of it! I bet you'll really change your tune after that!" You weren't sure what was worse, the impending doom of Norah subjecting you to a taste of her post-run soles, or her words saying you were only good for cleaning up after her gross body. Either way, Norah of course didn't care whatever was running through your supposedly perverse mind as she got right to work, holding your rag like body in her grip while using her index finger to pressure and guide your tongue to each area that needed it most.
Flipping on the TV, Norah let her gaze wander as she wiped you all along the length of her right sole. The slick with sweat and toned flesh of the bottom of her foot flooded your taste buds with salty residue causing you to whimper out onto deaf ears. When you were able to steal a glance at your new owner, you were met with her uncaring face, a light smile of contempt painted on her lips as she looked forward, not even really paying attention to the horrendous suffering she was inflicting on her little nephew-turned-toy.
After a few minutes of rough massage/smothering, Norah began to slip you in between each toe, using your tongue as an extra-absorbent rag of sorts to clean up the soaked lint that her well-worn socks had left behind. Despite not paying you a lick of attention, Norah managed to do a shockingly thorough job, seemingly perfectly gliding your face and tongue onto each blight of dirt that marked her soon-to-be pristine feet.
Once satisfied with the job she, or more accurately you, had done, Norah swapped feet. She aimlessly plunged your body into the sole of her left foot, rubbing you vigorously for a moment before she realized her error. "Oops! Forgot to take my sock off! Teehee!"
Norah's cute giggle didn't overwrite the awful taste of her running socks, your tongue meeting the blackened imprint her foot had made onto them and wanting to shrivel up in response. It didn't have a choice though, as Norah went straight to rubbing it back into her foot, this one fresh with sweat for you to lap up dutifully.
After a half-hour that seemed to drag on for an eternity, Norah seemed to have finished. In just a short thirty minutes, you felt like you'd never breathe fresh air again. The rank and suffocating smell and taste of your aunt's feet seemed to soak into every cell of your being. You'd gagged on Norah's sweat numerous times throughout your pained childhood, but this was the first time she'd knowingly forced you to lick every inch of them clean.
Allowing you to plop in a sweaty heap in her lap once more, Norah glided her fingers along her spotless soles remarking on how they felt. "Oh wow! My feet have never felt so smooth! This is just the kind of treatment I need after such a good run! What a godsend that I can look forward to this and so much more every single day from now on!" Norah's praise didn't lift your battered spirits at all, but at this point you were so roughed up you just lay motionless. After all, what more were you than Norah's property now?
"And it's all thanks to you, my little toy! I bet you're having a little trouble feeling all hot and bothered after getting a good taste of your pretty auntie's smelly feet aren't ya?" Norah plucked you up and you winced as you hovered in front of her eyes once more. You expected her to have that same fun-loving grin plastered to her lips, but instead you saw a raised eyebrow and lips puckered in confusion.
"Huh? Oh my gosh...don't tell me..." Norah gasped, taking her free hand and dramatically hovering it in front of her mouth. "You...you like my feet too?!" Your formerly defeated psyche jolted to life as Norah let the humiliating words slip from her shocked lips. "It's true isn't it! You're blushing! You're totally flush with desire! Oh goodness I didn't know it was this serious..."
You managed to steer your crushed eyes towards your limp body. It was true, your body was totally red. Inflamed, from the pounding, grinding, and squishing Norah had just put you through under her feet and between her toes. You wiggled with what little spirit you had left, your struggles going unnoticed by this titanic goddess before you as her head shook in disbelief.
"My butt, my feet, my whole damn body! Me! I get it, Hunter, you agreed to be used as anything but don't you have any limits?! I'm happy to use you since it's so ridiculously convenient and handy for me but it just feels wrong knowing my former nephew is getting a kick out of being my new property!" Your mind was running circles as the word 'former' drifted from her lips before stabbing your heart. You loved Norah with all your heart...as family! No matter how ditzy she could be, or how much you hated the taste of her putrid sweat, she was still your favorite aunt you'd spent so many years with! For her to relinquish your position as part of that family...and reassign you as just an object, it struck a new low. Not to mention you most certainly had limits, and they were left behind long long ago, far before your tongue was brought into play against any part of your aunt's body or thick, voluptuous curves.
"I just don't think I can handle all this and still make you happy, Hunter...Oh what am I saying, you aren't really Hunter anymore. You just want to be my toy and I should really start to only think of you as such. Remembering you as my sweet little nephew is only going to make this harder. I promise I'll find a way for us both to be happy, but for now..." Norah let out a sad yet hopeful sigh as she stood up and pulled on the waistband of her tight running shorts, "I guess this is goodbye, Hunter..."
You finally got your mouth back into shape as Norah parted her fingers, dropping you into the dark abyss of her ass. "Wait, no, NORAHHH!" you screamed your tiny screams for your life as you were swallowed into the sweaty cavern of Norah booty. Right as her ears perked up at you though, she let the waistband smack to a close, trapping your screams and you into their dank prison.
"Oh, it's almost like I can still hear him calling my name..." Norah shook her head once more, squeezing her temple in her fingers, "I can't believe I believed his cries for help so many years, he really is a good actor! I don't want to be your pretty little thong, Norah; Help, Norah, I'm trapped in your gross sock, Norah! God that kid was such a piece of work after-all!" Norah's cheap mockery of you thankfully never reached your crushed ears as she let herself fall back onto the couch, slamming you under her full weight again.
Twirling a strand of her bright red hair, Norah continued to muse, "Still...I can't deny he is the best thing to happen to me in a while. I mean he's just sooooo good at being helpful with all sorts of things!" Norah purred while grinding into the couch cushion, relishing how you felt getting closer and closer to tickling her sensitive back door. Remembering your "gross feelings" once more, Norah groaned and threw her head back. "It's all just so frustrating! Sorry some of us have morals, little perv!" Norah hopped up and down in her seat to emphasis her annoyance with the sticky situation.
"Ugh I need some way to get this anger out...but what can I...." Suddenly the light bulb finally lit up as Norah hopped from the couch in relief, "Yoga!" Hoisting up her mat and gym bag, Norah didn't spare you another thought as she rushed out the door and hopped into the car, you forced along with her as her rotund backside bounced along behind her.
1) Tag in a Friend. Norah seeks guidance from a friend at yoga, who offers to sneak you into her house as an object so she can still get her use out of you, but unaware so she no longer worries about you and your gross nature.
2) Exposure. Norah's meditative practice calms her down and she can't help but show you off to the rest of her class. The other women frantically urge her to be more grateful or even that they could sway you to fall for one of them instead.
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April 23, 2025
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