Taken by Tracy, and then Taken Back
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
lilmonizz2
A flurry of arguments flew back and forth around you, all while you simply stared up at the four giant women as they fought. Things seemed particularly heated over something as simple as a bike seat, and merely the cover at that, but it was more-so a fight between Morgan's intense desire to perform well on her race day, and Tracy's devout care for her vulnerable older brother.
To your left, Quinn and Tracy were standing above you, Tracy clearly more red with fury than the typical calm Quinn; and to your right stood the twin sisters Morgan and Avery, Avery smiling awkwardly in total confusion while Morgan spat back another point at Tracy. Quinn had opted to take the side of Tracy, regardless of how unbelievably comfy the seat cover had been, and how it had actually been getting her some real exercise lately, she had really been enjoying the company of your sister and didn't want to see her this upset. The fact the seat cover she'd been smothering under her thick ass just moments prior was her tiny roommate was besides the issue to her.
With the help of Quinn's collected demeanor, Morgan actually seemed to be backing down. Avery had been little to no help in the fight, only giving a cluelessly happy "What's the big deal? So what if Hunter wants to be our bike seat cushion?" which made you cringe but was thankfully ignored by your three other titanic users. At last, Morgan relented, and Tracy got back to work prying you free from the horribly beaten down bike seat.
After a few minutes, Tracy actually started to feel she had made a mistake. The seat didn't seem to have any kind of cover at all, Avery had almost been spot on when she joked the cushion had begun to melt, as your body was practically fused into the very leather of the seat. It didn't help Tracy was taking her sweet time, somewhat repulsed with how each pry she attempted on your body expunged a few droplets of sweat from who knows which of the women surrounding you.
Eventually though, Tracy hooked a few fingers upon your body, and managed to pull you free, eliciting a harsh ripping sound as your body fought to stay ironed on to the bike. You lay a crumpled mess in Tracy's hands, and upon seeing you in this state, she couldn't help but wonder if maybe she had been all wrong about this possibly being you. The top of the "cover" was a bit harder than your skin should've been, horribly worn and calloused from hours upon hours of friction-filled rides under spandex-clad rears. The bottom of you was like jelly and a bright red, an unfortunate consequence of your painful extraction from the seat, but none-the-less filled Tracy with stinging doubts.
Now that you were free, Morgan took a look at the seat before her, only to grimace as she saw a seat that was far more beaten up than even before the cover had been applied. Truthfully, it only made sense, seeing as it had gotten more wear and use in the past three months than in the four years the twins had owned the thing, but it was still not what the training girl wanted to see. "Now look what you've done! Now we have no Hunter and no exercise bike!" with that Morgan stormed off, presumably to buy another cover online, her mind still totally convinced there was absolutely no way her handsome young roommate could possibly have been able to stand being that bike cover. Not with how often she'd been using it, and certainly not with the other three girls giving it a thorough pounding either.
Tracy almost called back out to the upset Morgan, but held her tongue as she knew she had done what she'd had to. Even if this mess of a blob in her palms wasn't her dear brother, at least this was another step in checking everything in the home for him; a facet she had fallen behind on since she had been getting comfy living here. You fell to your sister's side, dangling along beside her hips as she walked back towards her room, Avery's old room since she had opted to share one with Morgan to make space for Tracy.
Tossing you atop her dresser, Tracy brought herself close to you, filling your vision with her cute face as she spoke softly, "Oh, Hunter. I hope for your sake this isn't you...but if it is, please reform quickly. I miss you. Mom and Norah miss you. Even all your roommates miss you!" With that she blew out a defeated sigh, washing you over in her hot breath as you could tell even she was having sincere doubts about you. You wished more than anything you could call out to reassure her, to thank her more than anything for saving you from anymore of that sweaty grinding hell. Even if she herself had mercilessly ground you into her butt, all was forgiven as she left you with a moments peace alone in her room.
Days passed in relative ease. Time really seemed to fly when each second wasn't an eternity of breathing in the hot scent of one of your roommates sweating booties. While you spent almost all your effort on reforming, you couldn't help but scowl at how little progress you'd made. All you'd really been able to recover so far was a little more fluff, puffing yourself back from the two-dimensional shape you'd been so thoroughly pounded into. Tracy gave you the occasional words of encouragement, but clearly not as much as she would have if she was certain you were anything more than loose fabric.
Meanwhile, Morgan and your two other roommates were attempting to get acquainted with a new bike seat cover, with lackluster results. After Quinn nearly split the cover-less seat in two under her hefty bottom, Morgan managed to get a seat express delivered just in time to give her one final week of training before this big race. Unfortunately, after just one workout on the new pad, Morgan was horribly disappointed. In just a thirty minute ride, her ass was feeling sore from rubbing against the hard, leathery seat, and her sweat was pooling like never before, producing a gross squashing sound with each pedal. She tried hopping on it a few times to get comfy, and even thoroughly grinding her booty into the chair to conform it to her firm curves, with nonexistent results. This was not going to cut it.
Every day that passed, a whopping three since you'd been freed, Morgan grew more and more impatient and annoyed her plush seat pad had been so rudely taken from her just one week before this competition. Each hour that went by without you proving you were anything more than a comfy place to plant her ass gave her more reason to believe she had been right all along, and that very bad was just a super thoughtful gift from her roommate-gone-missing. In all honesty, it seemed almost like she was tarnishing your memory by not appreciating such a nice present to its fullest, and that made her hungrier to get it back as her heart squeezed missing your and her regular banter.
On the next morning, after another horrible start to her bike workout, Morgan had had it. Once Tracy had left for work, she marched right into her room, and you were greeted by the flush, already sweating appearance of a head-band clad Morgan. You wondered what she was doing as she snatched you up in her rough grip, turned on her heel and carried you right out of your little sanctuary. You'd primarily been working on reforming your mouth, and you knew today would be the day you'd get it right. You couldn't wait to call up to Morgan a friendly greeting, to thank her for sacrificing a few of her workouts to let you get back to normal.
You tried to at least smile up at her as you felt yourself placed on some strangely familiar hard surface. "MMMmm, MMph!" you struggled against sealed lips, wondering what your attractive brunette roommate was up to with you. You got your answer as she turned her back on you, and your eyes shot wide as you watched her hips cascade over you, casting you in the shadow of her expansive butt. You could already see the familiar leakings of sweat piercing through her workout shorts, and you strained with renewed vigor as you knew exactly where you were.
Without wanting to waste another minute of training, she knew she needed to make up for lost time. "Morga-!" Your mouth finally popped open to call for her help, only to be cut off as Morgan plopped her rear right onto your crying-out exposed mouth. Salty and sour fabric grinded against your vulnerable tongue, and you began to regret spending so much time on reforming your minuscule mouth. Falling back onto the generously malleable pad, Morgan couldn't help but purr as her ass met with you, unable to restrain herself from smearing it left and right affectionately as she welcomed you back to your proper place. It truly felt more comfy than ever, due to you having a few days to puff back up of course, but Morgan simply chalked it up as her having forgotten just how perfect this little cover was.
She almost thought she heard someone calling her name, but she brushed it off as the tiniest bit of guilt about missing her tiny roommate. As she pedaled she pondered just where he might have gotten himself off to, but she was quickly distracted as she needed to focus on her working up a good sweat. Her last mental note of you was silently thanking you for the Christmas present as she took off pedaling.
As soon as Tracy arrived home that afternoon, the first thing she did of course was walk into her room to inspect if you had made any progress. She knew if too much time had passed it would be inevitable she would simply have to resign from this idea you were a seat cover, but she was shocked to see you were missing from your usual perch. Wondering if you had suddenly reformed, Tracy asked Avery and Morgan if they had seen you since you reformed, to which Avery simply giggled and said "Ask Quinn!" as she pointed to the exercise room.
What followed was a resumption of the arguing from days past, with Morgan insisting if you were the pad you'd had plenty of time to show any sign of life. Tracy fought back with renewed anger before finally deciding...
To your left, Quinn and Tracy were standing above you, Tracy clearly more red with fury than the typical calm Quinn; and to your right stood the twin sisters Morgan and Avery, Avery smiling awkwardly in total confusion while Morgan spat back another point at Tracy. Quinn had opted to take the side of Tracy, regardless of how unbelievably comfy the seat cover had been, and how it had actually been getting her some real exercise lately, she had really been enjoying the company of your sister and didn't want to see her this upset. The fact the seat cover she'd been smothering under her thick ass just moments prior was her tiny roommate was besides the issue to her.
With the help of Quinn's collected demeanor, Morgan actually seemed to be backing down. Avery had been little to no help in the fight, only giving a cluelessly happy "What's the big deal? So what if Hunter wants to be our bike seat cushion?" which made you cringe but was thankfully ignored by your three other titanic users. At last, Morgan relented, and Tracy got back to work prying you free from the horribly beaten down bike seat.
After a few minutes, Tracy actually started to feel she had made a mistake. The seat didn't seem to have any kind of cover at all, Avery had almost been spot on when she joked the cushion had begun to melt, as your body was practically fused into the very leather of the seat. It didn't help Tracy was taking her sweet time, somewhat repulsed with how each pry she attempted on your body expunged a few droplets of sweat from who knows which of the women surrounding you.
Eventually though, Tracy hooked a few fingers upon your body, and managed to pull you free, eliciting a harsh ripping sound as your body fought to stay ironed on to the bike. You lay a crumpled mess in Tracy's hands, and upon seeing you in this state, she couldn't help but wonder if maybe she had been all wrong about this possibly being you. The top of the "cover" was a bit harder than your skin should've been, horribly worn and calloused from hours upon hours of friction-filled rides under spandex-clad rears. The bottom of you was like jelly and a bright red, an unfortunate consequence of your painful extraction from the seat, but none-the-less filled Tracy with stinging doubts.
Now that you were free, Morgan took a look at the seat before her, only to grimace as she saw a seat that was far more beaten up than even before the cover had been applied. Truthfully, it only made sense, seeing as it had gotten more wear and use in the past three months than in the four years the twins had owned the thing, but it was still not what the training girl wanted to see. "Now look what you've done! Now we have no Hunter and no exercise bike!" with that Morgan stormed off, presumably to buy another cover online, her mind still totally convinced there was absolutely no way her handsome young roommate could possibly have been able to stand being that bike cover. Not with how often she'd been using it, and certainly not with the other three girls giving it a thorough pounding either.
Tracy almost called back out to the upset Morgan, but held her tongue as she knew she had done what she'd had to. Even if this mess of a blob in her palms wasn't her dear brother, at least this was another step in checking everything in the home for him; a facet she had fallen behind on since she had been getting comfy living here. You fell to your sister's side, dangling along beside her hips as she walked back towards her room, Avery's old room since she had opted to share one with Morgan to make space for Tracy.
Tossing you atop her dresser, Tracy brought herself close to you, filling your vision with her cute face as she spoke softly, "Oh, Hunter. I hope for your sake this isn't you...but if it is, please reform quickly. I miss you. Mom and Norah miss you. Even all your roommates miss you!" With that she blew out a defeated sigh, washing you over in her hot breath as you could tell even she was having sincere doubts about you. You wished more than anything you could call out to reassure her, to thank her more than anything for saving you from anymore of that sweaty grinding hell. Even if she herself had mercilessly ground you into her butt, all was forgiven as she left you with a moments peace alone in her room.
Days passed in relative ease. Time really seemed to fly when each second wasn't an eternity of breathing in the hot scent of one of your roommates sweating booties. While you spent almost all your effort on reforming, you couldn't help but scowl at how little progress you'd made. All you'd really been able to recover so far was a little more fluff, puffing yourself back from the two-dimensional shape you'd been so thoroughly pounded into. Tracy gave you the occasional words of encouragement, but clearly not as much as she would have if she was certain you were anything more than loose fabric.
Meanwhile, Morgan and your two other roommates were attempting to get acquainted with a new bike seat cover, with lackluster results. After Quinn nearly split the cover-less seat in two under her hefty bottom, Morgan managed to get a seat express delivered just in time to give her one final week of training before this big race. Unfortunately, after just one workout on the new pad, Morgan was horribly disappointed. In just a thirty minute ride, her ass was feeling sore from rubbing against the hard, leathery seat, and her sweat was pooling like never before, producing a gross squashing sound with each pedal. She tried hopping on it a few times to get comfy, and even thoroughly grinding her booty into the chair to conform it to her firm curves, with nonexistent results. This was not going to cut it.
Every day that passed, a whopping three since you'd been freed, Morgan grew more and more impatient and annoyed her plush seat pad had been so rudely taken from her just one week before this competition. Each hour that went by without you proving you were anything more than a comfy place to plant her ass gave her more reason to believe she had been right all along, and that very bad was just a super thoughtful gift from her roommate-gone-missing. In all honesty, it seemed almost like she was tarnishing your memory by not appreciating such a nice present to its fullest, and that made her hungrier to get it back as her heart squeezed missing your and her regular banter.
On the next morning, after another horrible start to her bike workout, Morgan had had it. Once Tracy had left for work, she marched right into her room, and you were greeted by the flush, already sweating appearance of a head-band clad Morgan. You wondered what she was doing as she snatched you up in her rough grip, turned on her heel and carried you right out of your little sanctuary. You'd primarily been working on reforming your mouth, and you knew today would be the day you'd get it right. You couldn't wait to call up to Morgan a friendly greeting, to thank her for sacrificing a few of her workouts to let you get back to normal.
You tried to at least smile up at her as you felt yourself placed on some strangely familiar hard surface. "MMMmm, MMph!" you struggled against sealed lips, wondering what your attractive brunette roommate was up to with you. You got your answer as she turned her back on you, and your eyes shot wide as you watched her hips cascade over you, casting you in the shadow of her expansive butt. You could already see the familiar leakings of sweat piercing through her workout shorts, and you strained with renewed vigor as you knew exactly where you were.
Without wanting to waste another minute of training, she knew she needed to make up for lost time. "Morga-!" Your mouth finally popped open to call for her help, only to be cut off as Morgan plopped her rear right onto your crying-out exposed mouth. Salty and sour fabric grinded against your vulnerable tongue, and you began to regret spending so much time on reforming your minuscule mouth. Falling back onto the generously malleable pad, Morgan couldn't help but purr as her ass met with you, unable to restrain herself from smearing it left and right affectionately as she welcomed you back to your proper place. It truly felt more comfy than ever, due to you having a few days to puff back up of course, but Morgan simply chalked it up as her having forgotten just how perfect this little cover was.
She almost thought she heard someone calling her name, but she brushed it off as the tiniest bit of guilt about missing her tiny roommate. As she pedaled she pondered just where he might have gotten himself off to, but she was quickly distracted as she needed to focus on her working up a good sweat. Her last mental note of you was silently thanking you for the Christmas present as she took off pedaling.
As soon as Tracy arrived home that afternoon, the first thing she did of course was walk into her room to inspect if you had made any progress. She knew if too much time had passed it would be inevitable she would simply have to resign from this idea you were a seat cover, but she was shocked to see you were missing from your usual perch. Wondering if you had suddenly reformed, Tracy asked Avery and Morgan if they had seen you since you reformed, to which Avery simply giggled and said "Ask Quinn!" as she pointed to the exercise room.
What followed was a resumption of the arguing from days past, with Morgan insisting if you were the pad you'd had plenty of time to show any sign of life. Tracy fought back with renewed anger before finally deciding...
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