Sharing with the Class
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 7
by
Bobob1
(Chapter originally written by LilMoni)
As the gift giving continued, you stayed dutifully still at your new owners feet while she opened present after present from her lovely roommates and family. Being able to witness it, even as a rolled-up mat, was still heart warming to an extent. That was until gift giving ended, and your three roommates all became a chaotic storm of stamping feet as they walked through the room, picking up the torn wrapping paper and collecting it into a trash bag.
This wouldn't have been that big a deal, until clumsy Avery accidentally misstepped, kicking you softy, but still enough to cause you to roll out across the living room carpet. None of the girls seemed to particularly care enough to roll you back up, despite your silent wishes for them to, as they walked around gathering up their wide spread gifts and beginning to move them back to their respective rooms.
You lay helplessly on the floor as your three roommates trod atop you repeatedly. It was a special kind of torture watching your closest friends step closer to you, only to raise their foot over your face before planting it atop you, clueless as to what they were subjecting you to. You wished they would at least glance down and acknowledge your existence, but you knew even if they had it would only be the aloof gaze that they'd have towards any mat under their feet.
Finally, it seemed the girls were finishing up their gift giving session, as Quinn stood atop you, her hands placed confidently on her broad hips. "Well, I guess that's a wrap for this Christmas."
"Oh, I get it! A wrap! Heehee~!" Avery chirped out, skipping up to Quinn, and thus jumping onto you inadvertently, and giving her her warmest Christmas hug.
Moving towards the pair, Morgan pretended to intervene saying, "Hey, hey, break it up, you two!" before she actually joined in on the fun, wrapping her arms around her twin and close friend.
Handling the combined weight of your three roommates was no easy task, but unfortunately you didn't have much of a choice as your body merely squished out under their meaty soles. One pair of which you noticed to be considerably more slick than the others, instantly revealing to you Morgan must have snuck out for one of her morning runs while the rest of you were sleeping.
"Now if you girls don't mind, I think you're standing atop a considerate gift a close friend got me!" Morgan said, gesturing down towards their feet. Quinn quickly stepped off, while Avery stood in place, bouncing on her heels as energetic as usual.
"Oooh, sorry Morgs, it's just sooo soft and squishy under my little toesies!" Avery accentuated her point by squeezing her toes and even hopping side to side atop you, showing off your memory-foam like impressions of her feet. "Besides I don't think Hunter would mind if I used him--I mean his present from time to time!"
Glossing over Avery's blatant Freudian slip as nothing more than a misspeak, Morgan lightly pushed her off before beginning to roll you up. "Well I don't think you're going to get the chance. This mat is coming with me to the gym. We've been strapped for good mats over there and I think I'll be doing my more serious workouts in there anyways." You silently whimpered as your last bit of vision disappeared by Morgan's hands, trapping the tiny droplets of perspiration from all your roommates feet inside with you much to your dismay.
A harmony of disappointed sighs filled the room from your other two roommates, Quinn had secretly enjoyed your feel under her soles, and was hoping she'd get the chance to actually try out some exercise by using you. Avery was disappointing for more obvious reasons, still not even sparing a thought nor care to how Morgan had just detailed she was planning on basically abducting you from your home to spend your days in the grungy studio of "Workout World".
Carrying you at her side from the room, Morgan retrieved her trusty workout bag from the hall closet before stuffing you inside. As she unzipped it, a passing Avery couldn't help but wrinkle her nose at the sour smell that drifted from inside. "Sheesh, Morgan! Something die in your gym bag?"
Morgan merely scoffed, cocking her chin up and slickly retorting, "Ha, yea, the hopes of my rivals!" with a chuckle. As Morgan zipped her bag back up, you thought the more accurate reality was your hopes of being saved. "Don't be such a tease, Avery! It's not like anyone's smelling my dirty sneakers but me, anyways!" You didn't even manage to hear Morgan's response as she tossed her bag back into the closet with a thud, shutting the closet and leaving you for tomorrow.
A bit of hope remained in your heart that ditsy Avery might let it slip you were Morgan's Christmas gift, but Avery merely giggled along with Morgan, her airheaded mind not even realizing the irony of Morgan's statement as she had already passed you from her mind. 'Hunter's off to Morgan's gym, so I guess I don't have to worry about him anymore. Mission complete!' Avery mentally congratulated herself with a grin.
A long day transferred to a long night as you were trapped in Morgan's bag with nothing but the rank scent of many workouts prior to keep you company. You weren't sure if it was pure fatigue or just being knocked out by the noxious fumes of Morgan's well-worn socks and shorts but you eventually managed to drift to sleep.
You were awoken the next morning by a ray of light penetrating your prison, and once your eyes adjusted you slowly saw the smiling face of your radiant brown-haired roommate shining onto you. "Ah, here it is!" Morgan said, her palm squeezing down on you, tugging you free from the packed bag.
Tucking you into her tight underarm, Morgan belted out to the room of enthused women, "Don't worry everyone, I brought an extra so we should have just enough for what we're doing today."
Just as you were attempting to be grateful that only your gorgeous friend Morgan would be using you, her happy words pierced your ears as she called out: "Circuit training!"
As Morgan lay you out, she gradually explained to the class the basics. There would be a dozen or so stations around the room, and a few girls would rotate from station to station every two minutes. Retrieving a handy sharpie, you winced as Morgan squatted down in front of you to label you with your own number. Ten. She even put a tiny smiley face and a fitting H in the corner of the mat so she would be reminded this one was the gift from her adorable little roommate, Hunter.
Now branded as a station, you watched Morgan walk off to mark another mat before a shy looking girl stood next to you. She looked a bit gothic, clad in all black with a cheap choker around her neck, but you had to admit she was ridiculously cute, shyly shuffling her feet next to you as she waited for something to begin.
Once all the mats were marked, the fun could begin. Morgan went first, going station to station showing off various high-intensity exercises the girls would use to really burn some calories. It was as she was explaining you got a good look around, it seemed the class was filled with primarily college-age girls, which must have come from the local college down the road. Of course a few older women and even some single mother's also lined the room, but you were almost nervous as you witnessed the array of gorgeous women surrounding you.
You nervousness reached a crescendo however as Morgan reached you, her sneaker clad feet squeaking against the floor as she straddled you, forcing you to look straight up at her intimidating height, her bubble butt blocking any view higher than her waist. It was here Morgan detailed what your station was designated for, sit-ups.
Morgan lay across your body, for the first time you were made to support her entire weight lengthwise, placing her head atop your face towards the top of the mat. Her silky brown-hair flowed over you, washing you over in it's sweet-smelling fragrance and teasingly tickling you as Morgan raised and lowered her head to the rhythm of each sit up. Once finished with a set, Morgan stood atop the mat, not paying you any mind of course as she simply stepped over to the next station, leaving the tread of her sneaker imprinted across your face as she left.
It was now that the shy girl you noticed from before came back into view, looking down at you with a totally neutral expression. As she stood atop you, you thankfully noticed she had removed her black converse before stepping onto you, but you grimaced as you noticed she hadn't been wearing any socks in them as they planted on you in a wet and lightly audible squish.
"Oh, no! Gross..." She muttered, anxiously looking around and hoping no one would notice as she hastily wiped her feet across the mat as casually yet thoroughly as possible. Your body quickly absorbed the new girl's foot sweat, much to her enjoyment as she sighed, happy to have that taken care of.
"Here, I'll hold your ankles to make it easier!" Morgan came back and offered, somehow knowing this reserved girl would need a bit of extra help. This girl however, sat on the mat the opposite way as Morgan, planting her sweaty and unfortunately fragrant soles across your face. As the girl struggled after a few reps, Morgan graciously pressed down on the girls feet, thoroughly grinding them onto you as the girl worked up a sweat.
Just as you were getting used to this goth girl's awful smelling feet, or as used to as you could, a timer rang through the room signifying a swap of station. As quickly as she'd come, the girl walked off, leaving only a light stain of sweat behind to remember her by as another girl instantly took her place.
What happens next?
1) Someone you know is actually in the class(roommate, family, friend), and they recognize you! But do they realize you're not here by your own will? And what do they do about it?
2) After a long class, your little H was smeared off and you're mixed with the usual gym mats...
As the gift giving continued, you stayed dutifully still at your new owners feet while she opened present after present from her lovely roommates and family. Being able to witness it, even as a rolled-up mat, was still heart warming to an extent. That was until gift giving ended, and your three roommates all became a chaotic storm of stamping feet as they walked through the room, picking up the torn wrapping paper and collecting it into a trash bag.
This wouldn't have been that big a deal, until clumsy Avery accidentally misstepped, kicking you softy, but still enough to cause you to roll out across the living room carpet. None of the girls seemed to particularly care enough to roll you back up, despite your silent wishes for them to, as they walked around gathering up their wide spread gifts and beginning to move them back to their respective rooms.
You lay helplessly on the floor as your three roommates trod atop you repeatedly. It was a special kind of torture watching your closest friends step closer to you, only to raise their foot over your face before planting it atop you, clueless as to what they were subjecting you to. You wished they would at least glance down and acknowledge your existence, but you knew even if they had it would only be the aloof gaze that they'd have towards any mat under their feet.
Finally, it seemed the girls were finishing up their gift giving session, as Quinn stood atop you, her hands placed confidently on her broad hips. "Well, I guess that's a wrap for this Christmas."
"Oh, I get it! A wrap! Heehee~!" Avery chirped out, skipping up to Quinn, and thus jumping onto you inadvertently, and giving her her warmest Christmas hug.
Moving towards the pair, Morgan pretended to intervene saying, "Hey, hey, break it up, you two!" before she actually joined in on the fun, wrapping her arms around her twin and close friend.
Handling the combined weight of your three roommates was no easy task, but unfortunately you didn't have much of a choice as your body merely squished out under their meaty soles. One pair of which you noticed to be considerably more slick than the others, instantly revealing to you Morgan must have snuck out for one of her morning runs while the rest of you were sleeping.
"Now if you girls don't mind, I think you're standing atop a considerate gift a close friend got me!" Morgan said, gesturing down towards their feet. Quinn quickly stepped off, while Avery stood in place, bouncing on her heels as energetic as usual.
"Oooh, sorry Morgs, it's just sooo soft and squishy under my little toesies!" Avery accentuated her point by squeezing her toes and even hopping side to side atop you, showing off your memory-foam like impressions of her feet. "Besides I don't think Hunter would mind if I used him--I mean his present from time to time!"
Glossing over Avery's blatant Freudian slip as nothing more than a misspeak, Morgan lightly pushed her off before beginning to roll you up. "Well I don't think you're going to get the chance. This mat is coming with me to the gym. We've been strapped for good mats over there and I think I'll be doing my more serious workouts in there anyways." You silently whimpered as your last bit of vision disappeared by Morgan's hands, trapping the tiny droplets of perspiration from all your roommates feet inside with you much to your dismay.
A harmony of disappointed sighs filled the room from your other two roommates, Quinn had secretly enjoyed your feel under her soles, and was hoping she'd get the chance to actually try out some exercise by using you. Avery was disappointing for more obvious reasons, still not even sparing a thought nor care to how Morgan had just detailed she was planning on basically abducting you from your home to spend your days in the grungy studio of "Workout World".
Carrying you at her side from the room, Morgan retrieved her trusty workout bag from the hall closet before stuffing you inside. As she unzipped it, a passing Avery couldn't help but wrinkle her nose at the sour smell that drifted from inside. "Sheesh, Morgan! Something die in your gym bag?"
Morgan merely scoffed, cocking her chin up and slickly retorting, "Ha, yea, the hopes of my rivals!" with a chuckle. As Morgan zipped her bag back up, you thought the more accurate reality was your hopes of being saved. "Don't be such a tease, Avery! It's not like anyone's smelling my dirty sneakers but me, anyways!" You didn't even manage to hear Morgan's response as she tossed her bag back into the closet with a thud, shutting the closet and leaving you for tomorrow.
A bit of hope remained in your heart that ditsy Avery might let it slip you were Morgan's Christmas gift, but Avery merely giggled along with Morgan, her airheaded mind not even realizing the irony of Morgan's statement as she had already passed you from her mind. 'Hunter's off to Morgan's gym, so I guess I don't have to worry about him anymore. Mission complete!' Avery mentally congratulated herself with a grin.
A long day transferred to a long night as you were trapped in Morgan's bag with nothing but the rank scent of many workouts prior to keep you company. You weren't sure if it was pure fatigue or just being knocked out by the noxious fumes of Morgan's well-worn socks and shorts but you eventually managed to drift to sleep.
You were awoken the next morning by a ray of light penetrating your prison, and once your eyes adjusted you slowly saw the smiling face of your radiant brown-haired roommate shining onto you. "Ah, here it is!" Morgan said, her palm squeezing down on you, tugging you free from the packed bag.
Tucking you into her tight underarm, Morgan belted out to the room of enthused women, "Don't worry everyone, I brought an extra so we should have just enough for what we're doing today."
Just as you were attempting to be grateful that only your gorgeous friend Morgan would be using you, her happy words pierced your ears as she called out: "Circuit training!"
As Morgan lay you out, she gradually explained to the class the basics. There would be a dozen or so stations around the room, and a few girls would rotate from station to station every two minutes. Retrieving a handy sharpie, you winced as Morgan squatted down in front of you to label you with your own number. Ten. She even put a tiny smiley face and a fitting H in the corner of the mat so she would be reminded this one was the gift from her adorable little roommate, Hunter.
Now branded as a station, you watched Morgan walk off to mark another mat before a shy looking girl stood next to you. She looked a bit gothic, clad in all black with a cheap choker around her neck, but you had to admit she was ridiculously cute, shyly shuffling her feet next to you as she waited for something to begin.
Once all the mats were marked, the fun could begin. Morgan went first, going station to station showing off various high-intensity exercises the girls would use to really burn some calories. It was as she was explaining you got a good look around, it seemed the class was filled with primarily college-age girls, which must have come from the local college down the road. Of course a few older women and even some single mother's also lined the room, but you were almost nervous as you witnessed the array of gorgeous women surrounding you.
You nervousness reached a crescendo however as Morgan reached you, her sneaker clad feet squeaking against the floor as she straddled you, forcing you to look straight up at her intimidating height, her bubble butt blocking any view higher than her waist. It was here Morgan detailed what your station was designated for, sit-ups.
Morgan lay across your body, for the first time you were made to support her entire weight lengthwise, placing her head atop your face towards the top of the mat. Her silky brown-hair flowed over you, washing you over in it's sweet-smelling fragrance and teasingly tickling you as Morgan raised and lowered her head to the rhythm of each sit up. Once finished with a set, Morgan stood atop the mat, not paying you any mind of course as she simply stepped over to the next station, leaving the tread of her sneaker imprinted across your face as she left.
It was now that the shy girl you noticed from before came back into view, looking down at you with a totally neutral expression. As she stood atop you, you thankfully noticed she had removed her black converse before stepping onto you, but you grimaced as you noticed she hadn't been wearing any socks in them as they planted on you in a wet and lightly audible squish.
"Oh, no! Gross..." She muttered, anxiously looking around and hoping no one would notice as she hastily wiped her feet across the mat as casually yet thoroughly as possible. Your body quickly absorbed the new girl's foot sweat, much to her enjoyment as she sighed, happy to have that taken care of.
"Here, I'll hold your ankles to make it easier!" Morgan came back and offered, somehow knowing this reserved girl would need a bit of extra help. This girl however, sat on the mat the opposite way as Morgan, planting her sweaty and unfortunately fragrant soles across your face. As the girl struggled after a few reps, Morgan graciously pressed down on the girls feet, thoroughly grinding them onto you as the girl worked up a sweat.
Just as you were getting used to this goth girl's awful smelling feet, or as used to as you could, a timer rang through the room signifying a swap of station. As quickly as she'd come, the girl walked off, leaving only a light stain of sweat behind to remember her by as another girl instantly took her place.
What happens next?
1) Someone you know is actually in the class(roommate, family, friend), and they recognize you! But do they realize you're not here by your own will? And what do they do about it?
2) After a long class, your little H was smeared off and you're mixed with the usual gym mats...
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April 23, 2025
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