Knowingly But Caringly Used (Part One)
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 8
by
Bobob1
Morgan blew air out of her nose and shook her head ruefully. Then, a moment later, she smiled tentatively. “This is a crazy turn, I’ve gotta admit. Definitely not what I expected from our first Christmas as roommates. Also, glad to hear there isn’t actually some family emergency you’re dealing with. That’s good.” She laughed awkwardly. “Anyway, all that being said…”
Morgan crouched down low to you, hovering over your body. “…Thanks so much for willingly volunteering to be my yoga mat, Hunter. Going this far just to make sure I’d have an awesome Christmas present AND could keep up my workout routines every single day? It’s incredibly thoughtful, Hunter, and it really does mean a lot to me. I won’t forget this.”
Your hopes that your most sensible roommate would catch Avery in her lie and free you from this predicament shattered in an instant. Honestly though, you couldn’t even blame her. Avery’s lie was grounded in logic, and the kind and selfless gesture of being willingly turned into a yoga mat was just the thing you WOULD have done. It was believable through and through, and Morgan was genuinely touched by the sentiment.
Unable to say a thing to dissuade present events from unfolding, you could only mentally yell in frustration as Morgan smiled warmly and ran a hand softly across your mangled, mushed face. “I know a replacement mat will come in a week or so, and you’ll be free in a heartbeat. Until then, though, I totally get how lonely it could be to sit around in my room all day. With that in mind, I am wholly prepared to spend as much time using you as possible, so you don’t get bored. Just some nice time with the two of us, huh?”
Morgan laughed lightly as your own blood ran cold, though a moment later, Morgan paused and began to blush. Seemingly, she’d realized exactly how intimately she’d be interacting with you do to your current form. Shaking her head hastily, she stammered out a horrible conspicuous statement. “Um…totally platonic time together! Y-yeah…heh.”
Cringing at her own fumbling embarrassment, Morgan shuffled away to her door and closed it. Hitting herself lightly in her cheeks to psyche herself up for the coming exercise, Morgan bounded back to you and hopped up onto your newly molded body. Her bare feet slapped into your face, toes wiggling against your eyes and slightly dirty sole firmly engrained into your mouth.
Just barely making out your titanic roommate’s face through her toes, your hopes for a peaceful resolution came to a final and decisive collapse as Morgan spared you a sympathetic yet grateful grin.
“Well then, Hunter, let’s begin in earnest!” Morgan declared.
*****
A week passed, though from your perspective, it felt significantly more like a month. You started to count the passing of days by the routine of Morgan’s regimented life. She’d use you in the morning after breakfast, spend some time talking to you in the afternoon, use you again after dinner, and then wish you a good night’s sleep when she turned in for the day. You never left the confines of her bedroom, the majority of your world taken up by the ceiling of her room and what little bit of her bed and closet you could see from your peripheral vision.
As would of course be expected, servicing as Morgan’s yoga mat was an incredibly unpleasant experience. Working out for hours at a time, Morgan’s body poured literal buckets of sweat onto your well-worn form, of which your squishy body greedily absorbed all of it into itself, bathing yourself in her ripe sweaty stench. Even still, your body didn’t visibly stain from the sweat, maintaining the pristine appearance of a brand-new yoga mat.
Morgan’s pounding feet provided as intense and physically overwhelming a massage as any professional masseuse could. Just one foot alone covered your whole face, and both feet in tandem decimated your body thoroughly. Grime and dirt flecked off her slick soles and onto your body, and the towering brown-haired girl’s tendency to clench her toes frequently kept crushing bits of your squishy body into the crevices of her feet. Jumping jacks, jogs in place, and twisting yoga stances smudged and smeared you day after day.
It wasn’t any better when Morgan was off her feet, and may have even been worse. The lightest of your roommates by a significant margin, Morgan was none-the-less curvy and toned, and all of her weight bore down onto your battered body when she sat upon you. Her butt pounded you flat with every sit-up and crunch, and as she moved around to stretch her legs, her firm buttocks grinding your malleable body mercilessly. Her firm breasts did the same when she laid out, especially the repetitive smushing of her push-up routine.
Even with all of this in mind, however, you had to admit that the entire scenario had its upsides. True to her word, Morgan kept you fresh in her mind every single day, never once forgetting the selfless sacrifice you’d made in serving as her yoga mat. She wished you a happy day each morning, talked to you constantly even while squishing you with her exercises, and cleaned you up with a hand towel after each intense sweat session.
As crazy ironic as it was, the week spent as Morgan’s yoga mat led you to feel even more connected than you had been to Morgan during all the time you’d been living with her. Sure, you’d tried your best to hang out with her over the months, but living in an apartment with obliviously ditzy Avery and obstinate tough love Quinn kept you stuck away from Morgan for extended periods of time.
Even though you couldn’t answer her back due to your flattened and mangled mouth, you felt yourself bonding with your caring, exercise-driven roommate. You’d almost…ALMOST…miss this once the replacement yoga mat arrived in presumably just another day.
Little did you know, just one room down the hallway, Avery’s just received an email telling her that the yoga mat she’d ordered was lost in the mail, and that she could request a replacement for free. Not even recalling why she’d placed an order for a yoga mat in the first place, Avery merely shrugged, giggled, and deleted the message. She then wondered when Hunter would get back from his family emergency…as that was where she truly believed you were.
*****
Morgan crouched down low to you, hovering over your body. “…Thanks so much for willingly volunteering to be my yoga mat, Hunter. Going this far just to make sure I’d have an awesome Christmas present AND could keep up my workout routines every single day? It’s incredibly thoughtful, Hunter, and it really does mean a lot to me. I won’t forget this.”
Your hopes that your most sensible roommate would catch Avery in her lie and free you from this predicament shattered in an instant. Honestly though, you couldn’t even blame her. Avery’s lie was grounded in logic, and the kind and selfless gesture of being willingly turned into a yoga mat was just the thing you WOULD have done. It was believable through and through, and Morgan was genuinely touched by the sentiment.
Unable to say a thing to dissuade present events from unfolding, you could only mentally yell in frustration as Morgan smiled warmly and ran a hand softly across your mangled, mushed face. “I know a replacement mat will come in a week or so, and you’ll be free in a heartbeat. Until then, though, I totally get how lonely it could be to sit around in my room all day. With that in mind, I am wholly prepared to spend as much time using you as possible, so you don’t get bored. Just some nice time with the two of us, huh?”
Morgan laughed lightly as your own blood ran cold, though a moment later, Morgan paused and began to blush. Seemingly, she’d realized exactly how intimately she’d be interacting with you do to your current form. Shaking her head hastily, she stammered out a horrible conspicuous statement. “Um…totally platonic time together! Y-yeah…heh.”
Cringing at her own fumbling embarrassment, Morgan shuffled away to her door and closed it. Hitting herself lightly in her cheeks to psyche herself up for the coming exercise, Morgan bounded back to you and hopped up onto your newly molded body. Her bare feet slapped into your face, toes wiggling against your eyes and slightly dirty sole firmly engrained into your mouth.
Just barely making out your titanic roommate’s face through her toes, your hopes for a peaceful resolution came to a final and decisive collapse as Morgan spared you a sympathetic yet grateful grin.
“Well then, Hunter, let’s begin in earnest!” Morgan declared.
*****
A week passed, though from your perspective, it felt significantly more like a month. You started to count the passing of days by the routine of Morgan’s regimented life. She’d use you in the morning after breakfast, spend some time talking to you in the afternoon, use you again after dinner, and then wish you a good night’s sleep when she turned in for the day. You never left the confines of her bedroom, the majority of your world taken up by the ceiling of her room and what little bit of her bed and closet you could see from your peripheral vision.
As would of course be expected, servicing as Morgan’s yoga mat was an incredibly unpleasant experience. Working out for hours at a time, Morgan’s body poured literal buckets of sweat onto your well-worn form, of which your squishy body greedily absorbed all of it into itself, bathing yourself in her ripe sweaty stench. Even still, your body didn’t visibly stain from the sweat, maintaining the pristine appearance of a brand-new yoga mat.
Morgan’s pounding feet provided as intense and physically overwhelming a massage as any professional masseuse could. Just one foot alone covered your whole face, and both feet in tandem decimated your body thoroughly. Grime and dirt flecked off her slick soles and onto your body, and the towering brown-haired girl’s tendency to clench her toes frequently kept crushing bits of your squishy body into the crevices of her feet. Jumping jacks, jogs in place, and twisting yoga stances smudged and smeared you day after day.
It wasn’t any better when Morgan was off her feet, and may have even been worse. The lightest of your roommates by a significant margin, Morgan was none-the-less curvy and toned, and all of her weight bore down onto your battered body when she sat upon you. Her butt pounded you flat with every sit-up and crunch, and as she moved around to stretch her legs, her firm buttocks grinding your malleable body mercilessly. Her firm breasts did the same when she laid out, especially the repetitive smushing of her push-up routine.
Even with all of this in mind, however, you had to admit that the entire scenario had its upsides. True to her word, Morgan kept you fresh in her mind every single day, never once forgetting the selfless sacrifice you’d made in serving as her yoga mat. She wished you a happy day each morning, talked to you constantly even while squishing you with her exercises, and cleaned you up with a hand towel after each intense sweat session.
As crazy ironic as it was, the week spent as Morgan’s yoga mat led you to feel even more connected than you had been to Morgan during all the time you’d been living with her. Sure, you’d tried your best to hang out with her over the months, but living in an apartment with obliviously ditzy Avery and obstinate tough love Quinn kept you stuck away from Morgan for extended periods of time.
Even though you couldn’t answer her back due to your flattened and mangled mouth, you felt yourself bonding with your caring, exercise-driven roommate. You’d almost…ALMOST…miss this once the replacement yoga mat arrived in presumably just another day.
Little did you know, just one room down the hallway, Avery’s just received an email telling her that the yoga mat she’d ordered was lost in the mail, and that she could request a replacement for free. Not even recalling why she’d placed an order for a yoga mat in the first place, Avery merely shrugged, giggled, and deleted the message. She then wondered when Hunter would get back from his family emergency…as that was where she truly believed you were.
*****
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April 23, 2025
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