(Interlude)
"Seriously dude, she sounds like such a sweetheart! You'd better not have been some angry grouch the whole time she was there! She didn't even flatten you under those winter boots of hers, she must not be that oblivious!" Quinn poked you accusingly, causing you to fall onto your ass on her plush bedspread. She giggled seeing your reaction, her gigantic tits jiggling with her cute laughter tantalizingly in front of you.
After regaining your footing, you continued, "Eh-hem, well I was obviously just getting to the awful parts. As I said she wasn't a bad woman just...too much to deal with. You'll see..."
Quinn finished her giggling, eager to get back to your fascinating story. She still was totally doubting Norah was anything but a loving aunt, but she was willing to hear you out.
"Anyways..."
(Resume Flashback)
A few days flew by with relative ease. Norah seemed pretty preoccupied with working online and getting out of the house to workout at the local gym that you didn't seem to run into too many issues. Honestly with Tracy and your mother out of the house it was basically just one less giantess to have to look out for. Which was much easier especially since one of them wasn't actively trying to sabotage you at any given moment.
Norah herself was feeling pretty good too. She had gone a full three days without so much as squishing her little nephew once! This was of course not true, but in her mind it was since she was totally unaware of the two awful instances she had inflicted on you obliviously.
The first was when you made the mistake of going to ask for lunch while she was working, which subsequently led to you being nothing more than a mere toe toy for the work-absorbed woman. Perhaps you should've known better than to approach her playful feet while she was on a phone call, but you didn't expect her to just shift her sole and flatten you like she did! And then to just grip you with her feet and squeeze you over and over, it was mind-numbingly awful.
Thankfully you were left a flattened and sweaty mass under her desk when she eventually got up, rather than staying a mere piece of lint between her toes or stuck to her sole; especially since she went straight to the gym afterwards, which was a double blessing since you had plenty of time to reform. A shame about missing out on lunch though.
The other unfortunate encounter Norah hadn't even noticed was on the subsequent day when she brought back one of her gym friends, and they were so absorbed in their idle girly chatter they didn't even care to notice the TV was on. Nor that there was an inch tall young man watching his favorite show right under their noses. Norah simply shut the TV off, and instructed her new friend to have a seat wherever she wanted. Your cries for attention were easily drowned out by the gossiping women, and you didn't have nearly enough time to run when Norah's 'new friend' aimed her sweaty butt right towards you.
Shared protein shakes were enjoyed by all, and after a pleasant hour of chatting the intense weight finally lifted, pulling you along with it. The post-workout booty had such a sweat built up that you stuck to it like glue, flopping along behind as she headed for the door. It was only due to your valiant struggles against toned ass flesh that you managed to avoid an accidental kidnapping, being taken home adhered to the yoga pants of a complete stranger! You popped free, fluttering free just as she stepped out the door, landing right inside by just a hair as Norah shut the door and strutted off, totally oblivious you had just "met" her new friend.
You never had the gall to tell Norah she had caused you this torment, opting to just continue to avoid her whenever possible. After all, what good had telling her done in the past? It's not like she was doing any of this on purpose, and she didn't seem likely to change her carefree ways anytime soon. So while Norah was feeling great about her job as a makeshift babysitter, even if you were plenty old to not need her help, you were more-so determined to avoid making today a third day of ignorant squashing.
After actually getting a decent lunch, courtesy of Norah's actually great cooking, you were carried caringly to a spot on the couch where Norah even set the remote next to you. Just a few minutes later, you heard the typical bustle of Norah getting ready to hit the gym for her afternoon session. "Let's see...sneakers, towel, extra clothes...am I forgetting anything?" Norah asked mostly just mumbling to herself.
"Water bottle!" you called out, only half paying attention while you let your eyes bore lazily into the wide screen TV.
Norah perked up hearing this, "Ah, that's right!" Grabbing a fresh one from the fridge, Norah packed it into her bag before slipping on her same sheepskin boots. "Someone's being a sweetie today, I was beginning to worry you'd gone mute on me!" Norah spoke, now blocking the TV with her face as she squatted in front of the couch to peer down at you.
You tried to lean to the side to see past her head, only grumbling in response, "Don't call me those baby names! I'm too old to be a sweetie!"
Norah chuckled at that, her scarf bouncing along with her contagious laugh. "Awww, don't be like that, hun! You'll always be auntie's sweetie!" Raising an arm, Norah pinched you between her thumb and forefinger, hovering you even closer to her overwhelming face.
"What are you doin-" you started when you saw Norah's lips part and out hung her monstrous, wet tongue. You had no time to squirm or protest as it dragged along your body, brushing along you with it's hot and rough texture. The steam flowing from the back of her throat fogged your vision temporarily, as you held your breath for the sopping muscle to drag along your exposed face.
A dense film of Norah spit coated your entire front, to which you immediately began trying to brush off with flailing limbs, as Norah clicked her tongue dramatically. "Yep, you're definitely a sweetie! Taste test approved~!" While you were more grossed out than anything, you were fighting a smile at how joyful and loving your dumb aunt always was. She was way too much Norah for you to handle, but you knew she loved you.
Letting you plop back down onto the couch, Norah stood back to her intimidating full height, hoisting up her gym bag and preparing to embark out into the snowy world. "Now, you're sure you don't want to come with me to the gym? It would be a lot more fun than being a lame ol' couch potato!" You merely rolled your eyes, as if you'd make the same mistake you made in your younger teens by trying to get in shape with her. Norah clicked her tongue once again, this time disapprovingly, "Alright, suit yourself!" as she headed out the door into the lightly snowing evening.
You were happy to have these few hours of solitude when after just fifteen minutes, your show was interrupted by a severe weather warning. "*HARSH ROAD CONDITIONS EXPECTED, STAY INDOORS*" You gulped as you thought of Norah, actually breaking your icy heart towards her over the past few days, as you wondered if she would be diligent enough to stay off the roads after her workout. You tried to distract yourself by enjoying more TV but your mind kept drifting back to your carefree and upbeat aunt. You hoped she would be fine...
As the hours dragged on, you were struggling to stay awake, only able to do so from your intense worry. But soon, time got the best of you and you felt your heavy eyelids coming down forcefully. You were only snoozing for an hour or so when the front door creaked open, and your happy aunt called out on your sleeping ears, "Phew, it's freezing out there! Sorry I'm late!"
Norah stamped some snow off her boots, tugged off her coat and scarf lazily letting them fall on the floor, as she continued "It was really coming down out there, I got stuck at the gym! Thankfully a healthy bit of hot yoga kept me nice and toasty!" Norah had a deep red blush on her face, clearly she wasn't too cold at all. That was until she got a feel for the state the house was in.
"Yikes, it's as cold in here as it is outside! Damn thermostat must've auto-offed." Strutting through the house, Norah flipped on the heat before coming into the living room you were currently sleeping in. "Brrrrr! We need more heat, now!" Lighting up the fireplace, Norah got a healthy fire going before she approached the couch. She turned, happy to take a seat after such an awfully long workout, when she actually took notice the TV was still on.
"Hunter? You in here?" Norah peered under her half squatting rear, seeing your sleeping form right in her shadow. "Oh whoops! He's sleeping," Norah said lowering her voice as much as a loud mouth like her could. "Wow, he's such a cutie when he's sleeping! What's he doing though, is he having a nightmare?" Norah peered closer, wondering what your little shakes were from. "Ah! He's shivering! Oh gosh he's white as a ghost!"
Norah had made up her mind immediately, she needed to warm him up or he could catch a cold! That wouldn't make her a very good babysitter now would it? The cogs began turning in Norah's head as to what she should do, worrying her head off for the sake of the trembling tiny below her. It didn't take long for her to act out the first idea that came to mind...
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