The Best and Worst Hiding Spot
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 6
by
Bobob1
(Chapter originally written by Phantomstriker)
The moment you tried to shout out to Avery and dissuade her from her horribly ill-conceived plan, the pink-haired giantess launched into motion. She subconsciously crushed her hand tightly around you, squishing your head flat and preventing you from making any sounds. You could only stare through mashed eyes as your ditzy roommate crossed the room towards her twin, who was still staring out the window without a clue as to what was about to happen.
Avery then proceeded to go through a multitude of actions in the blink of an eye. Firstly, she hooked a finger against the small of Morgan’s back and yanked the waistband of her sister’s red compression shorts outward. Second, she spared a sympathetic smile and a wink at you. Third, she let you loose, and with a mute cry you fell down into the darkness of Morgan’s now exposed butt crack. Lastly, she let the waistband snap.
In a secondary blink of the eye, Avery’s actions all launched into movement at once. You rolled down the inside of Morgan’s shorts, unable to stop your descent. Morgan’s waistband snapped back into place, and her skintight shorts slammed into you with incredible momentum. Your malleable body was rocketed inside of Morgan’s pitch-black ass, crashing into the side of her right cheek, deep in sweaty darkness. Then, startled and confused, Morgan reflexively clenched her buttocks, crushing you flat.
Whirling around, Morgan glared at Avery. “Seriously, Avery? What the hell are you doing? Get Hunter to safety already!”
Avery smiled sheepishly, and twirled a strand of her hair. “I…uh…totes just did, Morgs.”
Morgan put her hands on her hips and stared Avery down. “Okay, then where did you put him? It better not be the first dumb spot you–” The athletic giantess trailed off as her body relaxed, and she could just barely feel a faint, squishy sensation deep in her toned derriere. Brain refusing to accept the truth of Avery’s stupidity, Morgan flexed her ass cheeks once more, and decidedly felt the sensation in her butt be crushed flatter. Her heart skipped a beat.
Gaping at her still innocently smiling sister, Morgan was so shook with disbelief and rage that she could hardly mutter a word. “Avery. Why? WHY?”
Avery, who had previously seemed ready to provide an explanation, wilted under her twin’s intensely pressuring stare. “Um…it seemed, like, totes a good idea at the time. Who would look for itty bitty Hunter in your butt? Uh…sorry?”
“SORRY?” Morgan nearly exploded, but reined herself into a forceful whisper. “You shove Hunter into my butt because you think it’s a good idea? Waste valuable time to get him to safety by putting him somewhere that is the exact opposite of safe?”
The pink-haired girl pouted. “I didn’t know you’d be so angry!” A tear sprung to her eye. “Really, Morgan…I’m super-duper sorry.”
Morgan ran a hand through her hair and took a few seconds of deep breathing to calm down. “…whatever. Look, I’m going to pull my shorts down. Since I’m not wearing any underwear, it should be easy to see Hunter. Peel him free before any else comes into the room, and then I’ll forgive–”
“Ah! Morgan and Avery! It’s been so long!” A cheerful voice called from the hallway, and a moment later Becky Wallace appeared, flanked by Quinn, Mariah, and Lilyana. Morgan paled and froze, hands already gripping her waistband. Avery bit her lip nervously, glanced worryingly at Morgan, and then put on her happiest smile. Morgan shot daggers at her sister with her eyes, even while casually moving her hands into a relaxed position and managing an easy smile.
Becky was wearing a white and red, candy-cane colored turtleneck sweater, along with white leggings. A fairly modest outfit under normal circumstances, but ‘fairly modest’ were not words that one could apply to Becky. Unfathomably blessed in the curves department, Becky’s monumental proportions put all others to shame, her thick hourglass figure stunning. Her clothes could barely contain her.
Becky rushed over to hug Avery, and then hugged Morgan after. Morgan stiffened at Becky’s over affectionate embrace, involuntarily clenching her cheeks again, causing her hot, firm flesh to compress about you from all sides. Morgan could once again feel you, causing her to silently swear. Each time she crushed you, she could feel you getting thinner and fainter, a sure sign that you were adhering to her right cheek.
You, meanwhile, had obviously noticed the same thing, since you were experiencing it firsthand. Any hope at managing to free yourself was lost the first time Morgan’s gigantic butt cheeks clapped into you, and you were now smeared face-first into the sweaty flesh of her right cheek. Morgan wasn’t wearing underwear, which lessened the pressure on you a bit, but since you were crushed so deep in her ass by now, Morgan’s slightest movement still squished and smushed you over and over.
Back out in the world of light and fresh air, Quinn had pulled up a few chairs for the additional guests to sit in, and everyone but Morgan had taken a seat. Knowing she couldn’t stand forever without coming off as conspicuous, Morgan glumly walked over to the empty space on the couch beside her sister. As much as she despised Avery’s thoughtless hiding spot, now that everyone was here, Morgan knew she’d have to buckle down and commit to it. She only prayed that you’d forgive her for keeping you trapped in her ass for as long as need be.
Sitting down presented an all new hell for you within the confines of your fleshy, sweaty prison. Morgan’s firm butt cheeks were squeezed together as she sat, her flesh pounding into you from all sides and preventing no room to breathe. Hot flesh overwhelmed you, as did the ever-so-slightly pungent odor growing in intensity as the minutes passed. You could feel your skin begin to glue itself to Morgan’s right cheek, and it became painfully obvious that you’d be engrained before long. Sadly, the Christmas celebration had just begun.
Clearing her throat, Becky glanced casually around the room. “And where is the friendly tiny gentleman…Hunter, right? I’d be looking forward to seeing him again.” Becky smiled congenially, but her eyes betrayed the glint of malice that they always held when tinies came up in conversation.
Quinn shrugged. “Upstairs, I think. He was actually feeling a bit under the weather.” The black-haired giantess spared a reassuring smile. “He won’t be joining us today, but the three of us have some plans to hold a little Christmas party with him once everyone leaves.”
Avery jumped immediately on Quinn’s improvised story. “Y-yeah! The little cutie is sleeping.” She looked at her mothers. “Sorry, moms. I know you only got to, like, see him for a few minutes. Hunter said he totes wishes he could hang out more too, but he didn’t wanna get you sick.”
Mariah pouted for a moment, but then recovered. “Well, that’s a shame, but also considerate of the little guy. Tell him that we’ll be glad to spend some time with him once he’s feeling better!”
Lilyana nodded. “Yes, we would be wishing to express gratitude. The adorable little one earned that, at least.”
Almost imperceptible, Becky frowned in disappointment, but quickly masked it with a genuine smile as she cuddled up next to her darling daughter. “More time for us to bond then, right my angel Quinnie?”
Quinn rolled her eyes kindheartedly, but Morgan could see the sadness in her eyes. To this day, Quinn was still filled with conflict over her relationship with her mother, as well as dealing with Becky’s hatred and vengeance towards tinies. All of your roommates knew Becky’s true nature, so they all sort of wondered why Becky even insisted on keeping up the charade of charitability towards tinies.
As the conversation dragged on, Morgan began to unconsciously shift around in her seat, performing simple movements of getting more comfortable. Each one, though, had the profound effect of causing a veritably wall of toned flesh to roll over you. Your fit roommate’s sweaty cheeks ground you to paste between them as Morgan shifted in her seat, each smearing motion reducing you more and more to naught but a sticker adorning the innermost part of Morgan’s right butt cheek. Crushed as you were, you couldn’t do a thing but wish for a swift end to this cataclysmic Christmas celebration.
The conversation finally dying down, Mariah, Lilyana, and Becky all collaborated on coming up with an idea for what they wanted to do next. Presenting the idea to your three roommates, they smiled expectantly. Quinn agreed without hesitation (having no idea as to where Avery had hidden you, nor Morgan’s hesitation and embarrassment), Avery nodded happily (having already forgotten about you in the festive mood), and Morgan gulped nervously before agreeing.
What is everyone going to do?
The moment you tried to shout out to Avery and dissuade her from her horribly ill-conceived plan, the pink-haired giantess launched into motion. She subconsciously crushed her hand tightly around you, squishing your head flat and preventing you from making any sounds. You could only stare through mashed eyes as your ditzy roommate crossed the room towards her twin, who was still staring out the window without a clue as to what was about to happen.
Avery then proceeded to go through a multitude of actions in the blink of an eye. Firstly, she hooked a finger against the small of Morgan’s back and yanked the waistband of her sister’s red compression shorts outward. Second, she spared a sympathetic smile and a wink at you. Third, she let you loose, and with a mute cry you fell down into the darkness of Morgan’s now exposed butt crack. Lastly, she let the waistband snap.
In a secondary blink of the eye, Avery’s actions all launched into movement at once. You rolled down the inside of Morgan’s shorts, unable to stop your descent. Morgan’s waistband snapped back into place, and her skintight shorts slammed into you with incredible momentum. Your malleable body was rocketed inside of Morgan’s pitch-black ass, crashing into the side of her right cheek, deep in sweaty darkness. Then, startled and confused, Morgan reflexively clenched her buttocks, crushing you flat.
Whirling around, Morgan glared at Avery. “Seriously, Avery? What the hell are you doing? Get Hunter to safety already!”
Avery smiled sheepishly, and twirled a strand of her hair. “I…uh…totes just did, Morgs.”
Morgan put her hands on her hips and stared Avery down. “Okay, then where did you put him? It better not be the first dumb spot you–” The athletic giantess trailed off as her body relaxed, and she could just barely feel a faint, squishy sensation deep in her toned derriere. Brain refusing to accept the truth of Avery’s stupidity, Morgan flexed her ass cheeks once more, and decidedly felt the sensation in her butt be crushed flatter. Her heart skipped a beat.
Gaping at her still innocently smiling sister, Morgan was so shook with disbelief and rage that she could hardly mutter a word. “Avery. Why? WHY?”
Avery, who had previously seemed ready to provide an explanation, wilted under her twin’s intensely pressuring stare. “Um…it seemed, like, totes a good idea at the time. Who would look for itty bitty Hunter in your butt? Uh…sorry?”
“SORRY?” Morgan nearly exploded, but reined herself into a forceful whisper. “You shove Hunter into my butt because you think it’s a good idea? Waste valuable time to get him to safety by putting him somewhere that is the exact opposite of safe?”
The pink-haired girl pouted. “I didn’t know you’d be so angry!” A tear sprung to her eye. “Really, Morgan…I’m super-duper sorry.”
Morgan ran a hand through her hair and took a few seconds of deep breathing to calm down. “…whatever. Look, I’m going to pull my shorts down. Since I’m not wearing any underwear, it should be easy to see Hunter. Peel him free before any else comes into the room, and then I’ll forgive–”
“Ah! Morgan and Avery! It’s been so long!” A cheerful voice called from the hallway, and a moment later Becky Wallace appeared, flanked by Quinn, Mariah, and Lilyana. Morgan paled and froze, hands already gripping her waistband. Avery bit her lip nervously, glanced worryingly at Morgan, and then put on her happiest smile. Morgan shot daggers at her sister with her eyes, even while casually moving her hands into a relaxed position and managing an easy smile.
Becky was wearing a white and red, candy-cane colored turtleneck sweater, along with white leggings. A fairly modest outfit under normal circumstances, but ‘fairly modest’ were not words that one could apply to Becky. Unfathomably blessed in the curves department, Becky’s monumental proportions put all others to shame, her thick hourglass figure stunning. Her clothes could barely contain her.
Becky rushed over to hug Avery, and then hugged Morgan after. Morgan stiffened at Becky’s over affectionate embrace, involuntarily clenching her cheeks again, causing her hot, firm flesh to compress about you from all sides. Morgan could once again feel you, causing her to silently swear. Each time she crushed you, she could feel you getting thinner and fainter, a sure sign that you were adhering to her right cheek.
You, meanwhile, had obviously noticed the same thing, since you were experiencing it firsthand. Any hope at managing to free yourself was lost the first time Morgan’s gigantic butt cheeks clapped into you, and you were now smeared face-first into the sweaty flesh of her right cheek. Morgan wasn’t wearing underwear, which lessened the pressure on you a bit, but since you were crushed so deep in her ass by now, Morgan’s slightest movement still squished and smushed you over and over.
Back out in the world of light and fresh air, Quinn had pulled up a few chairs for the additional guests to sit in, and everyone but Morgan had taken a seat. Knowing she couldn’t stand forever without coming off as conspicuous, Morgan glumly walked over to the empty space on the couch beside her sister. As much as she despised Avery’s thoughtless hiding spot, now that everyone was here, Morgan knew she’d have to buckle down and commit to it. She only prayed that you’d forgive her for keeping you trapped in her ass for as long as need be.
Sitting down presented an all new hell for you within the confines of your fleshy, sweaty prison. Morgan’s firm butt cheeks were squeezed together as she sat, her flesh pounding into you from all sides and preventing no room to breathe. Hot flesh overwhelmed you, as did the ever-so-slightly pungent odor growing in intensity as the minutes passed. You could feel your skin begin to glue itself to Morgan’s right cheek, and it became painfully obvious that you’d be engrained before long. Sadly, the Christmas celebration had just begun.
Clearing her throat, Becky glanced casually around the room. “And where is the friendly tiny gentleman…Hunter, right? I’d be looking forward to seeing him again.” Becky smiled congenially, but her eyes betrayed the glint of malice that they always held when tinies came up in conversation.
Quinn shrugged. “Upstairs, I think. He was actually feeling a bit under the weather.” The black-haired giantess spared a reassuring smile. “He won’t be joining us today, but the three of us have some plans to hold a little Christmas party with him once everyone leaves.”
Avery jumped immediately on Quinn’s improvised story. “Y-yeah! The little cutie is sleeping.” She looked at her mothers. “Sorry, moms. I know you only got to, like, see him for a few minutes. Hunter said he totes wishes he could hang out more too, but he didn’t wanna get you sick.”
Mariah pouted for a moment, but then recovered. “Well, that’s a shame, but also considerate of the little guy. Tell him that we’ll be glad to spend some time with him once he’s feeling better!”
Lilyana nodded. “Yes, we would be wishing to express gratitude. The adorable little one earned that, at least.”
Almost imperceptible, Becky frowned in disappointment, but quickly masked it with a genuine smile as she cuddled up next to her darling daughter. “More time for us to bond then, right my angel Quinnie?”
Quinn rolled her eyes kindheartedly, but Morgan could see the sadness in her eyes. To this day, Quinn was still filled with conflict over her relationship with her mother, as well as dealing with Becky’s hatred and vengeance towards tinies. All of your roommates knew Becky’s true nature, so they all sort of wondered why Becky even insisted on keeping up the charade of charitability towards tinies.
As the conversation dragged on, Morgan began to unconsciously shift around in her seat, performing simple movements of getting more comfortable. Each one, though, had the profound effect of causing a veritably wall of toned flesh to roll over you. Your fit roommate’s sweaty cheeks ground you to paste between them as Morgan shifted in her seat, each smearing motion reducing you more and more to naught but a sticker adorning the innermost part of Morgan’s right butt cheek. Crushed as you were, you couldn’t do a thing but wish for a swift end to this cataclysmic Christmas celebration.
The conversation finally dying down, Mariah, Lilyana, and Becky all collaborated on coming up with an idea for what they wanted to do next. Presenting the idea to your three roommates, they smiled expectantly. Quinn agreed without hesitation (having no idea as to where Avery had hidden you, nor Morgan’s hesitation and embarrassment), Avery nodded happily (having already forgotten about you in the festive mood), and Morgan gulped nervously before agreeing.
What is everyone going to do?
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April 23, 2025
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