This choice: You're crushed flat somewhere on Michelle's still-slumbering body. • Go Back...Chapter #7Foggy in the Morning by: bobob1   Your eyes slowly fluttered open, a few stray beams of sunlight slipping through the gaps in the curtain and shining into Michelle’s bedroom. You groaned, but surprisingly felt incredibly well-rested. Except…for some reason your arm refused to move as you tried to rub the sleep out of your eyes. And your feet refused to move when you tried to stretch out. And your mouth refused to open when you tried to yawn.
It was then that you noted the incredibly warm feeling against your back, unnaturally warm for a simple bedsheet. Of course, you weren’t a genius tutor for no reason, and it wasn’t hard to realize that, somehow, during the night Michelle had rolled over and crushed you beneath her body, your flat form sticking somewhere to her body, facing out. An unfortunate turn of events, but not particularly dangerous…yet.
From the fact that you could move your eyes, you knew that Michelle had recently rolled off of you, meaning your body’s properties were already kicking in to reform. From the edges of your peripheral vision, you could see Michelle’s feet curled up, clueing you into the fact that you were almost assuredly plastered to the back of her left thigh, held to her irresistibly soft skin by a thin layer of sweat accumulated overnight.
Right as you turned your mental focus to reforming, Michelle’s leg kicked out, her thigh jiggling against you at the sudden movement. You paused your reformed, a bit freaked out by the unexpected twitch. A moment later, Michelle’s whole body shook, and the titanic redhead let out a long sigh, the clearest sign that she had woken up…and that your time had run out.
Wishing your flattened mouth was capable of speech, you could only grimace in anticipation as Michelle heaved herself to the side, rolling over as she sat up. Her thigh slammed into her bed, squishing you between her hot flesh and the soft bed, buried under her weight and hidden from sight. The minimal reforming progress you had made was ruined in the blink of an eye.
Michelle sat on the edge of her bed for a full minute, breathing deep and warming herself up to being awake. She was always horrible at waking up in the morning, especially without a hot shower and cup of coffee. Forcing herself to get up, and frowning at how sweaty she felt, Michelle stood up and shuffled over to her closet, grabbing clean underwear, leggings, and a tank top. She then stumbled her way out of her bedroom and to the bathroom, oblivious to the tiny passenger coming along for the ride.
You bounced up and down with her every step, the tiniest movement sending reverberations through her supple flesh and across your body. You fought down the urge to puke, trying to fight against the rather awkwardly overwhelming situation and reform ASAP. You hadn’t known that Michelle was such a groggy girl in the morning, or that sleeping in the same bed as her would spiral out of control so completely.
What you didn’t know was that Michelle had actually completely forgotten that you even existed, at least temporarily. With her mind in such a heavy haze in the morning, Michelle was only focused on showering, having breakfast, and finally waking up for real. She had only met you yesterday, after all, and thus the memory of you hadn’t become part of her daily routine.
Closing the bathroom door, Michelle lazily rocked her hips side-to-side and wiggled her panties down her long legs, unhooking and dropping her bra at the same time. Stark naked, the gorgeous giantess cranked on the shower water, waited a minute, and then hopped in, letting the steaming liquid cascade down her goddess-like body. She loosed a rather sensual moan at the pleasurable feeling, an extremely embarrassing noise that she would’ve never made if she had known just how intimate of a position you were in.
Unable to reform before she entered the shower, the pounded water slammed into your squishy form, once more running your attempts at re-inflating and popping free from Michelle’s thigh. You were left with nothing to do but stay on your tutoree’s thigh while she showered, slowly losing the strength of mind to keep up the fight of trying to reform.
Your will shattered even further as Michelle began lathering her body up in soap and washing herself down with a wash cloth. Though soft from her perspective, the harsh fabric tore and scraped at your sensitive skin. You winced in pain that transitioned to startled surprise as your clothes tore free from Michelle’s merciless scrubbing, the torn scraps fluttering to the tub’s surface and washing down the drain.
By the time Michelle’s shower was finished, you were even further engrained to her thick left thigh, your own body feeling unsettlingly adhered to your giantess client’s own skin. You were now naked, and blended in even more to Michelle’s own skin tone. To make matters worse, Michelle still didn’t seem any closer to noticing you, or remembering you even existed.
After drying off, Michelle hooked on a pretty pink bra and red tank top, then wiggled matching pink panties over her tantalizing hips and around her sizable but perfectly sculpted butt. Lastly came the leggings, the sight of which caused you to internally scream, desperate for one last miracle to save you, but to no avail. The black leggings rose past your body and snapped around Michelle’s waist, hugging her curvaceous form like a second skin, and roughly pinning against your tiny, trapped self.
Dressed and refreshed, Michelle returned to her room to toss her old clothes into the hamper and grab her phone, before heading to the kitchen for coffee and a doughnut for breakfast. Already feeling more awake, Michelle smiled wide at the bright sun shining in through the windows, debating on whether or not she should go out an exercise today, or just lazily lounge around at home.
After fixing her coffee and eagerly cramming half of the doughnut into her mouth, Michelle plopped down onto a chair and propped up her legs, flipping open the newspaper. Her thighs compressed onto the unforgiving wooden chair, giving you no space to breath as you were surrounded on all sides by overbearingly hot flesh and constricting fabric. Darkness was all you could see, and your only course of action was to silently plead the oblivious giantess to remember you already.
Nearly a half hour passed before Michelle reached the final page of the newspaper, the posted ads page. By this point, due to the pressure and growing sweat, your body had bonded even more to Michelle’s thigh, and years of nightmarish experiences lead you to assume that it would take both considerable time and effort to free you now. Thankfully, a chance had finally arrived.
Michelle’s gaze swept over an ad posting for a private tutor, and wistfully contemplated hiring her own tutor, blissfully hoping it might be some cute guy she could hang out with. The coffee flew out from her mouth, and her eyes almost jumped out of their sockets as Michelle at long last recalled that she HAD in fact hired a private tutor, that said tutor was really cute, and that she hadn’t seen her tutor at all this morning.
Dropping her coffee and the newspaper, Michelle bounded back to her room, panic starting to creep in. Her powerful thighs churned up and down as she ran, grinding you back and forth against the leggings clutching to her lower body. From her speedy movements, you could only assume she had remembered you, but now came the hardest part: locating and freeing you.
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