First Workout Under Morgan
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 7
by
Bobob1
(Originally written by Odysseus)
You laid on the living room floor for almost an hour, catching only brief glimpses of your roommates as they continued to celebrate and open presents. Your name came up a few times, but Avery never used the opportunity to correct the record as to where you were. Quinn and Morgan had no idea that their tiny roommate was the mat laying at their feet.
Finally, Morgan started getting fidgety, and she knew she had to blow through this excess energy the only way she knew how. "I'm going to go get a workout out. I want to break in this new mat." Morgan announced, picking you up off the floor. She folded you in half, letting you hang loosely at her side with your face now facing out at the ground.
"Whatever, I guess you might as well do something you like on Christmas." Quinn said, nodding at the athletic girl.
"Yeah, you two have fun!" Avery blurted.
Morgan stopped and looked over her shoulder at her sister. "Two?"
Avery giggled nervously, not wanting to give away her secret. "Yeah! You and your mat!"
Morgan shrugged, dismissing her sister's prattling as she continued to her room. Only like 80% of what Avery said made sense on a normal day anyway. All the while, you swung like a pendulum at her side, watching the floor rush by, along with occasional glimpses at her feet.
Morgan laid you down on her bedroom floor, face up once more. You could now see your roommate towering over you, ready to exercise. She didn't need to change, as she was already dressed in her red Christmas workout clothes.
She stepped onto you without sparing a second thought. After all, you were just a yoga mat now. As a tiny guy, you'd been introduced to many soles in your life, including all of your roommates. Morgan had always been most careful around you though, and had only stepped on you once when you both happened to make a late night bathroom run at the same time. But now she was doing it on purpose, because she just saw you as a yoga mat. You felt her bare feet sink into your face as she stood on you. Her toes scrunched on what remained of your nose, getting a feel for her new mat.
"Damn, I'll have to thank Hunter for this." Morgan said, looking down and admiring the tan mat. You got a peek at her face from between her toes as she did so, admiring the beautiful girl who was no doubt about to torment you. All you wanted was to let her know you were beneath her, but you had no mouth to hell from. What remained of it was currently buried under Morgan's left heel. As if reading your mind, she continued out loud: "Let's see how it holds up."
It was too cold out to go for a jog, so Morgan warmed up by jogging in place. Right on top of you. Every step she took brought one of her bare soles down on you, allowing her sculpted foot to sink down into your face. Each strike further mashed your already beaten form, no doubt making you even harder to recognize.
It didn't take long for the first drop of sweat to hit you. It had slid down off of Morgan's shorts covered butt before splashing onto you with a plop, disrupting the otherwise familiar rhythm of pounding feet. This was only a taste of things to come though. Before long, you could feel the sweat on Morgan's, feet, adding a tiny squelching sound to each stomp. You dutifully absorbed the sweat, though you had no choice in the matter. This was just the role a yoga mat had to play.
Finally the running stopped, but your time under Morgan was far from over. You saw her compression shorts clad butt start descending, and mentally flinched in anticipation of what was coming. Her ass slammed down onto you, creating a pair of butt cheek shaped craters in your squished face.
Morgan had no idea what she was putting you through of course. As she stretched her arms forward to touch her toes, the only thought she had about her mat was that it was much more comfortable than her old one. She put that though aside as she finished stretching and laid on her back to continue.
You could feel Morgan laying across you now, her thighs and back now joining her butt in pressing your body flat. You couldn't see what she was doing, but you felt it. She began to do leg raises, lifting and lowering her legs slowly and deliberately. As she did, her glutes repeatedly tightened and pressed against your face, striking your with wave after wave of muscular butt flesh as her legs came down repeatedly.
Sit ups came next, which only upped the ante. Now every rep meant that she sat up, rolling her weight along the mat until it was all bearing down directly on top of your face.
Finally, Morgan transitioned into bridges. You initially mistook this for her getting up, but as you felt her feet and shoulders still pressing down on you, you realized what was coming. Her butt hung over you as she maintained the bridge for a moment, then slammed down as she dropped back down. She did this again and again, hammering her glutes into you until you began to worry her butt would leave a permanent crater on your body.
Finally, Morgan stood up, deciding that was enough for now. Doing a shorter workout on Christmas wouldn't kill her after all. She strode over to her bed and grabbed her water bottle, taking a breather after a short but intense workout.
As Morgan leaned against her bed and sipped her water bottle, she caught sight of something odd. Her yoga mat seemed to have a little smudge on it now, whereas she could have sworn it was plain before. Leaning closer, she saw that it wasn't just a smudge, it was a very faint eye.
She froze for a moment, processing what she seeing. Then it clicked. "Oh my gosh! Hunter?!" Now she knew why he'd disappeared: Avery must have fashioned him into a yoga mat and wrapped him up for her.
You silently cheered at your clever roommate. If the roles were reversed and Avery was the unaware one, you doubt she would have ever noticed you. But Morgan was picking you up now. Your view of her face vanished as she rolled up without thinking, creating a cylinder with your inside. She tucked you under her arm and headed towards her sister's room, determined to clear things up.
When she walked in, Avery was sitting on her bed, painting her toenails alternating shades of red and green.
"What's up Morgs? How's the new mat treating you?"
"Don't you mean Hunter? I know you made him into my yoga mat!" Morgan demanded. "I thought you said he was visiting his family!"
"Oh, I guess you noticed..." Avery replied, thinking. "Yeah, I just said that because he was embarrassed. He forgot to buy you a present, and I suggested a yoga mat this morning. He wanted you to have something on Christmas day though, so he asked me to turn him into a yoga mat for you until he could get you another one."
Morgan raised her eyebrows, skeptical that you'd really asked for this. "He did? Why would he do that?"
"Because he cares about you and felt bad about forgetting!" Avery exclaimed. "What's so surprising about this?"
"Well, it's not like it's an easy job. I get pretty sweaty when I exercise. And that's a lot of weight on him..." Morgan said. You mentally cheered, hoping she was seeing just how bad this was for you.
"Don't worry about that! You've heard his stories from growing up, this is a walk in the park for him. Just let him help you. I already ordered you another mat, until then you've got Hunter." Avery said.
Still a little skeptical, Morgan shook her head and carried you back to her room. She unrolled you out on the floor once more, letting you see her again.
What did she say?
1. "Thanks so much for being my yoga mat. I'll make sure to use you a lot so you don't get bored or lonely." Morgan believes Avery, and puts you through the wringer with a variety of intense exercises over the coming days.
2. "I'm sure this was all a misunderstanding. Let's get you off of there." Morgan frees you from the yoga mat, but might still want something from you after you didn't get her a present.
3. "I've gotta tell Quinn about this." Morgan goes and tells Quinn, anything could happen.
You laid on the living room floor for almost an hour, catching only brief glimpses of your roommates as they continued to celebrate and open presents. Your name came up a few times, but Avery never used the opportunity to correct the record as to where you were. Quinn and Morgan had no idea that their tiny roommate was the mat laying at their feet.
Finally, Morgan started getting fidgety, and she knew she had to blow through this excess energy the only way she knew how. "I'm going to go get a workout out. I want to break in this new mat." Morgan announced, picking you up off the floor. She folded you in half, letting you hang loosely at her side with your face now facing out at the ground.
"Whatever, I guess you might as well do something you like on Christmas." Quinn said, nodding at the athletic girl.
"Yeah, you two have fun!" Avery blurted.
Morgan stopped and looked over her shoulder at her sister. "Two?"
Avery giggled nervously, not wanting to give away her secret. "Yeah! You and your mat!"
Morgan shrugged, dismissing her sister's prattling as she continued to her room. Only like 80% of what Avery said made sense on a normal day anyway. All the while, you swung like a pendulum at her side, watching the floor rush by, along with occasional glimpses at her feet.
Morgan laid you down on her bedroom floor, face up once more. You could now see your roommate towering over you, ready to exercise. She didn't need to change, as she was already dressed in her red Christmas workout clothes.
She stepped onto you without sparing a second thought. After all, you were just a yoga mat now. As a tiny guy, you'd been introduced to many soles in your life, including all of your roommates. Morgan had always been most careful around you though, and had only stepped on you once when you both happened to make a late night bathroom run at the same time. But now she was doing it on purpose, because she just saw you as a yoga mat. You felt her bare feet sink into your face as she stood on you. Her toes scrunched on what remained of your nose, getting a feel for her new mat.
"Damn, I'll have to thank Hunter for this." Morgan said, looking down and admiring the tan mat. You got a peek at her face from between her toes as she did so, admiring the beautiful girl who was no doubt about to torment you. All you wanted was to let her know you were beneath her, but you had no mouth to hell from. What remained of it was currently buried under Morgan's left heel. As if reading your mind, she continued out loud: "Let's see how it holds up."
It was too cold out to go for a jog, so Morgan warmed up by jogging in place. Right on top of you. Every step she took brought one of her bare soles down on you, allowing her sculpted foot to sink down into your face. Each strike further mashed your already beaten form, no doubt making you even harder to recognize.
It didn't take long for the first drop of sweat to hit you. It had slid down off of Morgan's shorts covered butt before splashing onto you with a plop, disrupting the otherwise familiar rhythm of pounding feet. This was only a taste of things to come though. Before long, you could feel the sweat on Morgan's, feet, adding a tiny squelching sound to each stomp. You dutifully absorbed the sweat, though you had no choice in the matter. This was just the role a yoga mat had to play.
Finally the running stopped, but your time under Morgan was far from over. You saw her compression shorts clad butt start descending, and mentally flinched in anticipation of what was coming. Her ass slammed down onto you, creating a pair of butt cheek shaped craters in your squished face.
Morgan had no idea what she was putting you through of course. As she stretched her arms forward to touch her toes, the only thought she had about her mat was that it was much more comfortable than her old one. She put that though aside as she finished stretching and laid on her back to continue.
You could feel Morgan laying across you now, her thighs and back now joining her butt in pressing your body flat. You couldn't see what she was doing, but you felt it. She began to do leg raises, lifting and lowering her legs slowly and deliberately. As she did, her glutes repeatedly tightened and pressed against your face, striking your with wave after wave of muscular butt flesh as her legs came down repeatedly.
Sit ups came next, which only upped the ante. Now every rep meant that she sat up, rolling her weight along the mat until it was all bearing down directly on top of your face.
Finally, Morgan transitioned into bridges. You initially mistook this for her getting up, but as you felt her feet and shoulders still pressing down on you, you realized what was coming. Her butt hung over you as she maintained the bridge for a moment, then slammed down as she dropped back down. She did this again and again, hammering her glutes into you until you began to worry her butt would leave a permanent crater on your body.
Finally, Morgan stood up, deciding that was enough for now. Doing a shorter workout on Christmas wouldn't kill her after all. She strode over to her bed and grabbed her water bottle, taking a breather after a short but intense workout.
As Morgan leaned against her bed and sipped her water bottle, she caught sight of something odd. Her yoga mat seemed to have a little smudge on it now, whereas she could have sworn it was plain before. Leaning closer, she saw that it wasn't just a smudge, it was a very faint eye.
She froze for a moment, processing what she seeing. Then it clicked. "Oh my gosh! Hunter?!" Now she knew why he'd disappeared: Avery must have fashioned him into a yoga mat and wrapped him up for her.
You silently cheered at your clever roommate. If the roles were reversed and Avery was the unaware one, you doubt she would have ever noticed you. But Morgan was picking you up now. Your view of her face vanished as she rolled up without thinking, creating a cylinder with your inside. She tucked you under her arm and headed towards her sister's room, determined to clear things up.
When she walked in, Avery was sitting on her bed, painting her toenails alternating shades of red and green.
"What's up Morgs? How's the new mat treating you?"
"Don't you mean Hunter? I know you made him into my yoga mat!" Morgan demanded. "I thought you said he was visiting his family!"
"Oh, I guess you noticed..." Avery replied, thinking. "Yeah, I just said that because he was embarrassed. He forgot to buy you a present, and I suggested a yoga mat this morning. He wanted you to have something on Christmas day though, so he asked me to turn him into a yoga mat for you until he could get you another one."
Morgan raised her eyebrows, skeptical that you'd really asked for this. "He did? Why would he do that?"
"Because he cares about you and felt bad about forgetting!" Avery exclaimed. "What's so surprising about this?"
"Well, it's not like it's an easy job. I get pretty sweaty when I exercise. And that's a lot of weight on him..." Morgan said. You mentally cheered, hoping she was seeing just how bad this was for you.
"Don't worry about that! You've heard his stories from growing up, this is a walk in the park for him. Just let him help you. I already ordered you another mat, until then you've got Hunter." Avery said.
Still a little skeptical, Morgan shook her head and carried you back to her room. She unrolled you out on the floor once more, letting you see her again.
What did she say?
1. "Thanks so much for being my yoga mat. I'll make sure to use you a lot so you don't get bored or lonely." Morgan believes Avery, and puts you through the wringer with a variety of intense exercises over the coming days.
2. "I'm sure this was all a misunderstanding. Let's get you off of there." Morgan frees you from the yoga mat, but might still want something from you after you didn't get her a present.
3. "I've gotta tell Quinn about this." Morgan goes and tells Quinn, anything could happen.
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