Tied Up with Norah
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 13
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azazel8
“…my hairband.” The smile that slipped onto Norah’s face with that comment was apologetic, though not for the reasons you may have hoped. “I know it’s probably a bit tame for you but I promise it will just be temporary. Give me some time to think and I’ll come up with something much better.” She bit her lip at that, her eyes twinkling with a combination of child-like joy and a deep-seated desire to make you hers. “Ah, but, you did select accessory as a favourite as well, so hopefully this will be fun for you anyway. I know I’ll enjoy just having you with me and knowing you’re mine.”
This was bad. Really bad. The gentle and affection smile on your aunt’s face made you want to cry out in frustration as her warm hands continued to run across your body, kneading and stretching as she continued to chew at her lip. You knew that if you could just make her understand that you hated this, that you didn’t want to be used, that she would stop. That she loved you enough not to take advantage of Isabella’s cruelty. But you also knew that even if you could speak to her, with the way your luck usually ran she would likely misunderstand. So many times in the past you had been mistaken as a willing little man ready to serve her needs. By now, the idea of her nephew as a boy who would do anything to help her was firmly planted in Norah’s subconscious. A self-reinforcing belief that would have readily seen you used by her even without your new permanent licence.
Though you were glad that your initial use would be as something less intense that you had feared, you knew that it was only the prelude for what was to come. Already the blush on the redhead’s face was intense enough that it was reaching her ears, and her breath was coming out in short hot pants as she raised you to her face, bathing you in warmth. You shuddered at what may come as you tried to speak, but already Norah’s fingers were at work on your body, and you didn’t even have the chance to make a peep before her thumb blurred your mouth into uselessness. Grasping hands were slick with nervous sweat as they grasped your limbs and pulled, stretching you out before beginning to twist your arms and legs together as a single mass. The thumb descended once more, and what was left of your face was pushed down into your chest, smoothing out your features until it was no longer clear which end was which, only your eyes remaining intact enough to provide a tiny clue.
As she worked, Norah began to speak again, her voice hushed and intended for you alone. “It must have taken a lot of bravery to be so honest with what you wanted Hunter. I’m so proud of you.” She sighed, a self-deprecating sound. “I’ve been such a coward. Even though you were always so helpful to me, I could never admit that I… that I have always been interested in you. Not just as my darling little nephew, but as a tiny man who has done so much for me and who I… who I just wanted to have all to myself.” She sucked her lower lip for a moment, leaving it slightly red as her dexterous fingers began to twist and pinch your body into a more cylindrical form. “Every time you agreed to take on one of my jobs I couldn’t help but think that I didn’t want to share you. That you were just for me.”
All of Norah’s fingers were working together now, pulling and stretching to form you into a broader circle as she continued to spill her heart to her ‘willing’ nephew. “I always told myself that I mustn’t. That family was more important than whatever my base instincts might be telling me to do. Even if part of me always knew you wanted it as well.” She smiled again, soft and loving and chilling you to the bone. “There were so many times when I would find you beneath me, or stuck to something of mine, or replacing something of mine. So many ‘accidents’.” She chuckled. “I was such a fool.”
You could well remember many of those so-called ‘jobs’ Norah had sent you on, and had you been given the option back then to go on the job or just stay with your aunt, you would have picked the redhead in an instant. But, you had never realised back then that these kinds of thoughts were being directed towards you, and now you wondered just what could have happened to you back then if things had gone differently. You rapidly began to review years of past discussions, wondering just where you had gone wrong to generate the lingering basis of such an ingrained delusion. Was this the result of Tracy’s actions from back then? Or had these thoughts been there from the start?
You tried to wriggle, to pass on some kind of message at least, but Norah was already pulling her hair back into a loose bun with one hand, as the other brought you closer and she placed a single lingering kiss on your stretched-out form. The remains of your face and half your chest where pressed into the pillowy mass of the redhead’s lips as a blast of warm air washed over you from a single shaky breath. Then you were moving again as you were brought around behind your new owner and slipped around the waiting bun, your last view of the outside world being a bird’s eye view of the bulbous booty below before you snapped into place and everything went dark.
This wasn’t the first time Norah had used her cute nephew as an object, knowingly or otherwise, but this time she felt a pleasant chill run up her spine as she let go and confined you to her hair. Before it had always been a temporary thing. Even when you had agreed to days or weeks of use there had always been a time limit to dread. Now though, there was no longer any need to hold back. More than that, there was a legal imperative for her to act. To not use you would be to violate your rights in accordance with Baker’s Law. To deny you the right to be what you wanted to be. Before, a misguided sense of propriety had held her back. Now better informed, it compelled her to act.
“I’m sorry you had to go so far as to get this licence to make me see Hunter.” Hands now free, your aunt retrieved the licence from her pocket and ran her thumb across it with a sense of reverence, pausing as the digit came to rest on your own tiny card embedded in her own. “But I promise, from now on I’m going to do everything you want me to do. You’ll come with me everywhere, be with me always, and I’ll use you for everything I can.” Hazel eyes ran down the seemingly endless list once more as warmth filled her at just how much you wanted to be with her. “I swear, we won’t miss a single thing on this list. Even if it takes the rest of my years, I’ll make you as happy as I can.”
You tried desperately to respond, but even as you managed to produce a slight vibration you knew it was hopeless. The cushioning layer of your aunt’s hair rendered such slight movements meaningless, and even had she felt them she would likely have thought you were trembling in joy. Every word she spoke drove you further into despair as you realised there may never again come a time when someone would treat you as an actual person. That as far as the rest of the world, and the law, was concerned, you were Norah’s property now. An object to be used as she saw fit. Even her kind words did nothing to lift your spirits, knowing her fundamental misunderstandings would turn that goodwill against you. The last words spoken by your aunt as she moved to leave was a gentle “I love you” that made you want to cry. After all, the one thing that wasn’t on that list was a request to be human.
Isabella raised her head as your aunt stepped back into her office, suppressing a smirk at the blush still colouring the older woman’s face and the fact that you were nowhere to be seen. “All set? Already putting the little guy to good use?” In response, the redhead turned her head slightly to show off her hair, indicating your location with a shy smile. The corrupt licensing officer was a bit disappointed with such a tame use but smiled slyly as Norah went on to explain that she was keeping you there while she made plans for the future, and that you would get much more use later. To your aunt, it was confirmation that she would follow the law. To Isabella it was music to her ears.
It would forever surprise you how people could smile so maliciously without being suspected of ill-content. “We’ll send out a notification to anyone who received a copy of the previous general licence to let them know of the change. Just so there won’t be any trouble.” Or, more accurately, to make sure that there was no way you could weasel out of this. Isabella motioned to Norah like she was going to share some deep secret, before speaking again in a more conspiratorial tone. “If you ask me, you’ve got a great one there. I was a bit worried about him wanting to select everything like that, but he was adamant that you were deserving of his everything. I talked him into accepting a general licence temporarily while he thought about it overnight, but his conviction hadn’t changed.” It took all her self-control to keep from laughing as your aunt’s face lit up with obvious glee.
You wished you had the strength to kill Isabella in that moment, wondering what kind of monster could do this to someone just for having the gall to call her and her friend on their obvious lies. Her behaviour seemed so practiced. So assured. Who else had she doomed to this fate? How many of the Baker’s Law tinies in these parts were begging for release as they suffered at the hands of their misled tormentors? While you screamed inside, in the world beyond the women were all smiles as they parted, though Norah’s face was still burning red as she stepped outside and took a deep breath. A shaking hand raised to lay against her chest and feel the rapid beat of her heart as she smiled softly and thought of you, and just how much you had gone through to make sure she was happy. To make sure both of you were. The joyous laugh that escaped her then was one of a woman who had found her purpose in life, and there was a skip to her steps as she headed…
This was bad. Really bad. The gentle and affection smile on your aunt’s face made you want to cry out in frustration as her warm hands continued to run across your body, kneading and stretching as she continued to chew at her lip. You knew that if you could just make her understand that you hated this, that you didn’t want to be used, that she would stop. That she loved you enough not to take advantage of Isabella’s cruelty. But you also knew that even if you could speak to her, with the way your luck usually ran she would likely misunderstand. So many times in the past you had been mistaken as a willing little man ready to serve her needs. By now, the idea of her nephew as a boy who would do anything to help her was firmly planted in Norah’s subconscious. A self-reinforcing belief that would have readily seen you used by her even without your new permanent licence.
Though you were glad that your initial use would be as something less intense that you had feared, you knew that it was only the prelude for what was to come. Already the blush on the redhead’s face was intense enough that it was reaching her ears, and her breath was coming out in short hot pants as she raised you to her face, bathing you in warmth. You shuddered at what may come as you tried to speak, but already Norah’s fingers were at work on your body, and you didn’t even have the chance to make a peep before her thumb blurred your mouth into uselessness. Grasping hands were slick with nervous sweat as they grasped your limbs and pulled, stretching you out before beginning to twist your arms and legs together as a single mass. The thumb descended once more, and what was left of your face was pushed down into your chest, smoothing out your features until it was no longer clear which end was which, only your eyes remaining intact enough to provide a tiny clue.
As she worked, Norah began to speak again, her voice hushed and intended for you alone. “It must have taken a lot of bravery to be so honest with what you wanted Hunter. I’m so proud of you.” She sighed, a self-deprecating sound. “I’ve been such a coward. Even though you were always so helpful to me, I could never admit that I… that I have always been interested in you. Not just as my darling little nephew, but as a tiny man who has done so much for me and who I… who I just wanted to have all to myself.” She sucked her lower lip for a moment, leaving it slightly red as her dexterous fingers began to twist and pinch your body into a more cylindrical form. “Every time you agreed to take on one of my jobs I couldn’t help but think that I didn’t want to share you. That you were just for me.”
All of Norah’s fingers were working together now, pulling and stretching to form you into a broader circle as she continued to spill her heart to her ‘willing’ nephew. “I always told myself that I mustn’t. That family was more important than whatever my base instincts might be telling me to do. Even if part of me always knew you wanted it as well.” She smiled again, soft and loving and chilling you to the bone. “There were so many times when I would find you beneath me, or stuck to something of mine, or replacing something of mine. So many ‘accidents’.” She chuckled. “I was such a fool.”
You could well remember many of those so-called ‘jobs’ Norah had sent you on, and had you been given the option back then to go on the job or just stay with your aunt, you would have picked the redhead in an instant. But, you had never realised back then that these kinds of thoughts were being directed towards you, and now you wondered just what could have happened to you back then if things had gone differently. You rapidly began to review years of past discussions, wondering just where you had gone wrong to generate the lingering basis of such an ingrained delusion. Was this the result of Tracy’s actions from back then? Or had these thoughts been there from the start?
You tried to wriggle, to pass on some kind of message at least, but Norah was already pulling her hair back into a loose bun with one hand, as the other brought you closer and she placed a single lingering kiss on your stretched-out form. The remains of your face and half your chest where pressed into the pillowy mass of the redhead’s lips as a blast of warm air washed over you from a single shaky breath. Then you were moving again as you were brought around behind your new owner and slipped around the waiting bun, your last view of the outside world being a bird’s eye view of the bulbous booty below before you snapped into place and everything went dark.
This wasn’t the first time Norah had used her cute nephew as an object, knowingly or otherwise, but this time she felt a pleasant chill run up her spine as she let go and confined you to her hair. Before it had always been a temporary thing. Even when you had agreed to days or weeks of use there had always been a time limit to dread. Now though, there was no longer any need to hold back. More than that, there was a legal imperative for her to act. To not use you would be to violate your rights in accordance with Baker’s Law. To deny you the right to be what you wanted to be. Before, a misguided sense of propriety had held her back. Now better informed, it compelled her to act.
“I’m sorry you had to go so far as to get this licence to make me see Hunter.” Hands now free, your aunt retrieved the licence from her pocket and ran her thumb across it with a sense of reverence, pausing as the digit came to rest on your own tiny card embedded in her own. “But I promise, from now on I’m going to do everything you want me to do. You’ll come with me everywhere, be with me always, and I’ll use you for everything I can.” Hazel eyes ran down the seemingly endless list once more as warmth filled her at just how much you wanted to be with her. “I swear, we won’t miss a single thing on this list. Even if it takes the rest of my years, I’ll make you as happy as I can.”
You tried desperately to respond, but even as you managed to produce a slight vibration you knew it was hopeless. The cushioning layer of your aunt’s hair rendered such slight movements meaningless, and even had she felt them she would likely have thought you were trembling in joy. Every word she spoke drove you further into despair as you realised there may never again come a time when someone would treat you as an actual person. That as far as the rest of the world, and the law, was concerned, you were Norah’s property now. An object to be used as she saw fit. Even her kind words did nothing to lift your spirits, knowing her fundamental misunderstandings would turn that goodwill against you. The last words spoken by your aunt as she moved to leave was a gentle “I love you” that made you want to cry. After all, the one thing that wasn’t on that list was a request to be human.
Isabella raised her head as your aunt stepped back into her office, suppressing a smirk at the blush still colouring the older woman’s face and the fact that you were nowhere to be seen. “All set? Already putting the little guy to good use?” In response, the redhead turned her head slightly to show off her hair, indicating your location with a shy smile. The corrupt licensing officer was a bit disappointed with such a tame use but smiled slyly as Norah went on to explain that she was keeping you there while she made plans for the future, and that you would get much more use later. To your aunt, it was confirmation that she would follow the law. To Isabella it was music to her ears.
It would forever surprise you how people could smile so maliciously without being suspected of ill-content. “We’ll send out a notification to anyone who received a copy of the previous general licence to let them know of the change. Just so there won’t be any trouble.” Or, more accurately, to make sure that there was no way you could weasel out of this. Isabella motioned to Norah like she was going to share some deep secret, before speaking again in a more conspiratorial tone. “If you ask me, you’ve got a great one there. I was a bit worried about him wanting to select everything like that, but he was adamant that you were deserving of his everything. I talked him into accepting a general licence temporarily while he thought about it overnight, but his conviction hadn’t changed.” It took all her self-control to keep from laughing as your aunt’s face lit up with obvious glee.
You wished you had the strength to kill Isabella in that moment, wondering what kind of monster could do this to someone just for having the gall to call her and her friend on their obvious lies. Her behaviour seemed so practiced. So assured. Who else had she doomed to this fate? How many of the Baker’s Law tinies in these parts were begging for release as they suffered at the hands of their misled tormentors? While you screamed inside, in the world beyond the women were all smiles as they parted, though Norah’s face was still burning red as she stepped outside and took a deep breath. A shaking hand raised to lay against her chest and feel the rapid beat of her heart as she smiled softly and thought of you, and just how much you had gone through to make sure she was happy. To make sure both of you were. The joyous laugh that escaped her then was one of a woman who had found her purpose in life, and there was a skip to her steps as she headed…
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