The "Mat"ter at hand
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 6
by
Bobob1
“Ooh! Yeah! That’s definitely the best choice!” Avery clapped her hands together with glee, satisfied that she’d picked the best option that the two of you had come up with. Because, of course, in Avery’s airheaded and oft-deluded mind, her little brainstorming session with you was completely consensual, and not her essentially forcing punishment onto your unwilling self.
Easing herself off the floor, Avery picked blindly at her jiggly ass cheeks until finally managing to rip you free from her smooth skin. Leaving you crumpled in the palm of her hand, the ecstatic pink-haired giantess bounded up the stairs and stealthily slipped into her twin sister’s bedroom.
There, on the floor, was Morgan’s favorite yoga mat. A square mat of about two feet by two feet and tan colored, though with a few persistent sweat stains from years of use dulling the color. Crinkling her cute little nose at the faint smell wafting from the mat, Avery picked it off the floor then scampered off into her own room, closing and locking the door behind her.
Avery threw the mat onto the ground, sat down cross-legged in front of it, and then addressed you once more. “So, yeah, Hunter. I totes think fixing up Morgan’s favorite yoga mat would be the best Christmas gift for her! She’d probably be super duper grateful! I mean, she’s, like, always using this thing. Pretty much every day!” Avery tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Actually, I wonder when she even washes it. Huh. Oh well!”
As she giggled at her unfortunate rumination, Avery began squeezing and stretching your body, flattening you out while simultaneously pulling you taut. By this point, it was far too late to stop her, and any attempts to break free from her iron grip were muddled as the misguided girl shaped you out into a thin, stretchy square. Though you didn’t grasp the full weight of Avery’s plan yet, it was abundantly clear what her overall goal was, and it terrified you.
Confirming your worst fears, Avery pressed your body down onto Morgan’s yoga mat face-up. Instantly, you felt your body touch the damp padding, and the intense stench of weeks of workouts without washing hit you all at once. You mentally gagged, even as Avery smoothed you out across the surface of the yoga mat, until you covered the entire square of mat padding completely.
Still not satisfied, Avery merely hummed an innocent little tune as she dug around a nearby drawer, her sexy booty swaying side-to-side casually. You watched with rapt attention, your squished and contorted face still capable of moving its eyes. Those same eyes widened in terror as your giantess roommate turned back around, bottle of super glue in hand. She grinned happily.
“You’ll need to stay in place, Hunter!” Avery explained, popping the cap off of the glue bottle. “This way, you’ll be an awesome, squishy, absorbent cover for Morgan’s mat. You’ll totes patch up the hole, provide comfy as heck support, be adorbs doing it!” Avery tittered like a child. “Morgan is deffo gonna love ya!”
Heedless to the extreme panic evident in your face, Avery grabbed each of your four corners, pulled them a bit tighter so that your body folded over the edges of the yoga mat, and then she applied ludicrous amounts of super glue to each end. You could feel the glue hardening and drying in place in mere seconds, sealing your body as the new stretchy cover for Morgan’s yoga mat. You couldn’t do a thing to stop Avery either, and it dawned on you that it might very well be impossible for you to reform of your own accord now.
Finally, Avery spotted the horrified expression on your face, and she pouted in confusion. “Huh? What’s up, Hunter? You don’t look as totes excited as I thought you’d be.” The pink-haired girl tentatively poked at your mouth, and traced a finger along your comically stretched face. Realization began to shine in her eyes. Slowly smiling, Avery giggled again. “I get it, Hunter! You’re totes embarrassed, huh? That’s so cuteeeeee!” Avery puffed out her chest. “Well then, allow me to help!”
As you internally screamed for her to stop, Avery began to press and rub on your body, smearing and smudging your malleable form with ease. The pain and discomfort rose to unbearable heights, yet Avery pressed on all the while, grinding your body flatter still beneath her roaming hands. After a minute, your facial features had been all but wiped away, visible to only the closest inspection. For all intents and purposes, you were a uniformly tan covering atop Morgan’s yoga mat.
Pleased with herself for being such a good friend to her adorable little roommate, Avery lifted the yoga mat into her arms, and then dug a fittingly sized box out of her closet. Dropping the mat inside, she quickly sprayed it with a few whiffs of her favorite perfume to cover up the sweaty smell, then sealed the box. It took her only a minute longer than that to wrap up the box and slap a small tag onto it that addressed the present for you to Morgan.
Heading back downstairs, Avery slid the present deep under the tree and smiled warmly, her heart full of the knowledge of a good deed done. Now, she knew that all that she had to do was cover for you when present time came, and Christmas would go off without a hitch. Somewhere deep in Avery’s apparently empty head, she wondered how exactly you’d enjoy your OWN gifts while serving as Morgan’s yoga mat, but she assured herself it was all for the best. Because, of course, Avery had already forgotten that the yoga mat idea was hers in the first place!
*****
“So…run that by me one more time?” Morgan asked, grabbing her final present out from under the tree.
Avery frowned, the perfect picture of disappointment. “Yeah, Tracy came by to grab Hunter. Something about, like, a family emergency, I think. Sounded totes important. She said Hunter could be with his family for a little while.”
Quinn sighed. “That sucks. I feel bad for the dude.” The curvaceous black-haired girl leaned back and sipped her hot cocoa. “Nothing we can do about it though. Maybe we’ll send a ‘well wishes’ card in a few days.”
Morgan carried her presents over to the couch and plopped down heavily. “…yeah. That sounds like a plan. Honestly, I was really looking forward to our first Christmas together…but…”
Avery winced at seeing her sister and good friend’s evident disappointment, and she bubbled with desire to tell them the truth. However, believing that you truly wished for your role as Morgan’s gift to remain secret, Avery held on tight. She was nothing if not a devoted friend, and she promised to herself and to you that she wouldn’t slip up and reveal your secret.
After a moment, Morgan glanced down at the top box in her pile, and she grinned. “Hey, this one’s actually from Hunter. Guess I’ll open it first, in his honor.”
“Go for it.” Quinn suggested, discreetly checking her own stack of presents for Hunter’s gift to her.
Meanwhile, Morgan efficiently tore into her gift box, shredding the wrapping paper with ease, and revealing the box underneath. With the help of some scissors, she snipped the box open, momentarily blinding you as light flooded into the box prison you’d been in for hours all day. Morgan peered into the box and smiled brightly.
The brown-haired giantess laughed. “A new yoga mat? Wow! Perfect timing!”
Her words were the final nail in the coffin for you, and you felt your last lingering hope for a quick resolution to this crisis shatter into pieces. Morgan hadn’t recognized you at all, nor did she suspect anything out of the ordinary with Avery’s excuse for your absence. Also, your facial features had yet to reform more solidly since Avery’s earlier decimation of them, so you were still essentially a wholly tan yoga mat.
Pulling you out of the box, Morgan ran her hands over you, and softly exhaled at how smooth and supportive you were to the touch. Still, no recognition lit up her face, and she stared at you with the same impassive warmth that anyone would to a nice gift or much-appreciated inanimate object. A moment later, and you were laid down on the floor by her feet.
“I’ll really need to thank him for the thoughtful gift, whenever he gets back.” Morgan said, the faintest of blushes dappling her cheeks. It was almost a sweet sight, but her next words brought you crashing back to cruel reality. “And, I’ll have to really work this new mat hard. Heck, maybe even after we finish with gifts!”
Quinn rolled her eyes, but with wry enjoyment. “Intense workout even on Christmas? Never change, Morgan.”
Avery, meanwhile, spared you a quick, reassuring smile, confident that she’d aided you in pulling off your plan to perfection. Then, putting that aside, she hastily grabbed a box from her stack of gifts, and giggled. “Me next! Me next!”
Morgan, moving her attention away from her brand-new mat, smiled reassuringly at her twin. “Yes, Avery. Go ahead, you crazy girl.” The three best friends then resumed their pleasant, relaxing Christmas evening, all the while unaware as to the poor, mistreated tiny roommate down by Morgan’s feet. And, crushed so thoroughly as you were, you couldn’t do anything to get their help either.
Easing herself off the floor, Avery picked blindly at her jiggly ass cheeks until finally managing to rip you free from her smooth skin. Leaving you crumpled in the palm of her hand, the ecstatic pink-haired giantess bounded up the stairs and stealthily slipped into her twin sister’s bedroom.
There, on the floor, was Morgan’s favorite yoga mat. A square mat of about two feet by two feet and tan colored, though with a few persistent sweat stains from years of use dulling the color. Crinkling her cute little nose at the faint smell wafting from the mat, Avery picked it off the floor then scampered off into her own room, closing and locking the door behind her.
Avery threw the mat onto the ground, sat down cross-legged in front of it, and then addressed you once more. “So, yeah, Hunter. I totes think fixing up Morgan’s favorite yoga mat would be the best Christmas gift for her! She’d probably be super duper grateful! I mean, she’s, like, always using this thing. Pretty much every day!” Avery tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Actually, I wonder when she even washes it. Huh. Oh well!”
As she giggled at her unfortunate rumination, Avery began squeezing and stretching your body, flattening you out while simultaneously pulling you taut. By this point, it was far too late to stop her, and any attempts to break free from her iron grip were muddled as the misguided girl shaped you out into a thin, stretchy square. Though you didn’t grasp the full weight of Avery’s plan yet, it was abundantly clear what her overall goal was, and it terrified you.
Confirming your worst fears, Avery pressed your body down onto Morgan’s yoga mat face-up. Instantly, you felt your body touch the damp padding, and the intense stench of weeks of workouts without washing hit you all at once. You mentally gagged, even as Avery smoothed you out across the surface of the yoga mat, until you covered the entire square of mat padding completely.
Still not satisfied, Avery merely hummed an innocent little tune as she dug around a nearby drawer, her sexy booty swaying side-to-side casually. You watched with rapt attention, your squished and contorted face still capable of moving its eyes. Those same eyes widened in terror as your giantess roommate turned back around, bottle of super glue in hand. She grinned happily.
“You’ll need to stay in place, Hunter!” Avery explained, popping the cap off of the glue bottle. “This way, you’ll be an awesome, squishy, absorbent cover for Morgan’s mat. You’ll totes patch up the hole, provide comfy as heck support, be adorbs doing it!” Avery tittered like a child. “Morgan is deffo gonna love ya!”
Heedless to the extreme panic evident in your face, Avery grabbed each of your four corners, pulled them a bit tighter so that your body folded over the edges of the yoga mat, and then she applied ludicrous amounts of super glue to each end. You could feel the glue hardening and drying in place in mere seconds, sealing your body as the new stretchy cover for Morgan’s yoga mat. You couldn’t do a thing to stop Avery either, and it dawned on you that it might very well be impossible for you to reform of your own accord now.
Finally, Avery spotted the horrified expression on your face, and she pouted in confusion. “Huh? What’s up, Hunter? You don’t look as totes excited as I thought you’d be.” The pink-haired girl tentatively poked at your mouth, and traced a finger along your comically stretched face. Realization began to shine in her eyes. Slowly smiling, Avery giggled again. “I get it, Hunter! You’re totes embarrassed, huh? That’s so cuteeeeee!” Avery puffed out her chest. “Well then, allow me to help!”
As you internally screamed for her to stop, Avery began to press and rub on your body, smearing and smudging your malleable form with ease. The pain and discomfort rose to unbearable heights, yet Avery pressed on all the while, grinding your body flatter still beneath her roaming hands. After a minute, your facial features had been all but wiped away, visible to only the closest inspection. For all intents and purposes, you were a uniformly tan covering atop Morgan’s yoga mat.
Pleased with herself for being such a good friend to her adorable little roommate, Avery lifted the yoga mat into her arms, and then dug a fittingly sized box out of her closet. Dropping the mat inside, she quickly sprayed it with a few whiffs of her favorite perfume to cover up the sweaty smell, then sealed the box. It took her only a minute longer than that to wrap up the box and slap a small tag onto it that addressed the present for you to Morgan.
Heading back downstairs, Avery slid the present deep under the tree and smiled warmly, her heart full of the knowledge of a good deed done. Now, she knew that all that she had to do was cover for you when present time came, and Christmas would go off without a hitch. Somewhere deep in Avery’s apparently empty head, she wondered how exactly you’d enjoy your OWN gifts while serving as Morgan’s yoga mat, but she assured herself it was all for the best. Because, of course, Avery had already forgotten that the yoga mat idea was hers in the first place!
*****
“So…run that by me one more time?” Morgan asked, grabbing her final present out from under the tree.
Avery frowned, the perfect picture of disappointment. “Yeah, Tracy came by to grab Hunter. Something about, like, a family emergency, I think. Sounded totes important. She said Hunter could be with his family for a little while.”
Quinn sighed. “That sucks. I feel bad for the dude.” The curvaceous black-haired girl leaned back and sipped her hot cocoa. “Nothing we can do about it though. Maybe we’ll send a ‘well wishes’ card in a few days.”
Morgan carried her presents over to the couch and plopped down heavily. “…yeah. That sounds like a plan. Honestly, I was really looking forward to our first Christmas together…but…”
Avery winced at seeing her sister and good friend’s evident disappointment, and she bubbled with desire to tell them the truth. However, believing that you truly wished for your role as Morgan’s gift to remain secret, Avery held on tight. She was nothing if not a devoted friend, and she promised to herself and to you that she wouldn’t slip up and reveal your secret.
After a moment, Morgan glanced down at the top box in her pile, and she grinned. “Hey, this one’s actually from Hunter. Guess I’ll open it first, in his honor.”
“Go for it.” Quinn suggested, discreetly checking her own stack of presents for Hunter’s gift to her.
Meanwhile, Morgan efficiently tore into her gift box, shredding the wrapping paper with ease, and revealing the box underneath. With the help of some scissors, she snipped the box open, momentarily blinding you as light flooded into the box prison you’d been in for hours all day. Morgan peered into the box and smiled brightly.
The brown-haired giantess laughed. “A new yoga mat? Wow! Perfect timing!”
Her words were the final nail in the coffin for you, and you felt your last lingering hope for a quick resolution to this crisis shatter into pieces. Morgan hadn’t recognized you at all, nor did she suspect anything out of the ordinary with Avery’s excuse for your absence. Also, your facial features had yet to reform more solidly since Avery’s earlier decimation of them, so you were still essentially a wholly tan yoga mat.
Pulling you out of the box, Morgan ran her hands over you, and softly exhaled at how smooth and supportive you were to the touch. Still, no recognition lit up her face, and she stared at you with the same impassive warmth that anyone would to a nice gift or much-appreciated inanimate object. A moment later, and you were laid down on the floor by her feet.
“I’ll really need to thank him for the thoughtful gift, whenever he gets back.” Morgan said, the faintest of blushes dappling her cheeks. It was almost a sweet sight, but her next words brought you crashing back to cruel reality. “And, I’ll have to really work this new mat hard. Heck, maybe even after we finish with gifts!”
Quinn rolled her eyes, but with wry enjoyment. “Intense workout even on Christmas? Never change, Morgan.”
Avery, meanwhile, spared you a quick, reassuring smile, confident that she’d aided you in pulling off your plan to perfection. Then, putting that aside, she hastily grabbed a box from her stack of gifts, and giggled. “Me next! Me next!”
Morgan, moving her attention away from her brand-new mat, smiled reassuringly at her twin. “Yes, Avery. Go ahead, you crazy girl.” The three best friends then resumed their pleasant, relaxing Christmas evening, all the while unaware as to the poor, mistreated tiny roommate down by Morgan’s feet. And, crushed so thoroughly as you were, you couldn’t do anything to get their help either.
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April 23, 2025
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