How to Train Your Roommate - Day 4 (Patreon)

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Thursday, February 18

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Balancing a pencil on top of her head, Emma carefully swished it from left to right, leaving a mark behind her. She turned around to see the result of what had become her daily ritual. Not just a morning routine either; she would check her height before she went to bed too, and sometimes even in the middle of the day. Yesterday—the same day that she had woken up to find herself 4’7—she had fallen down to four feet, four and half inches. And now it was three inches. An inch and a half of height lost overnight, she thought bitterly. She knew her height loss would be fast, but its speed seemed to defy explanation. If it weren’t for the fact that there were plenty of other cases of people shrinking as fast as she was, she would’ve thought she was going crazy.

While she still had to wait a few more weeks until she could apply for her disability benefits as a shrunken person, one nice thing that Emma had been successful with applying for was a charity organization that worked with people during their shrinking process to try and “ease the transition,” as they would call it. As someone who was nearsighted, Emma had been worried that nobody would make glasses for inch-tall people, and she’d have blurry vision for the rest of her life on top of being tiny. But not only did she learn that the charity would retrofit glasses made for dolls and toys to add prescriptions for her at her new height, but they also mailed her a new pair every day, that she would then send back later for others to use in the future. Of course, the future of her shrinking wasn’t an exact science, so some of the glasses might be too tight or too large, but it was better than nothing. She grabbed her “#4” pair out of the box, which had been sent with the assumption that she’d be 4’4. A little big, but at least they stay on my face.

She slumbered out of her bedroom towards the kitchen, and stopped momentarily when she saw Katherine was making her breakfast without a shirt on. She was still wearing a bra though, and a pair of boxer shorts that Emma assumed she slept in. Katherine heard her come in, and spun around to greet her. “Good morning!” she smiled. Emma returned her a feeble smile, but then glanced down to her roommate’s bra, confused about why Katherine wasn’t wearing a shirt. When the two of them had first met, Emma had hardly taken note of the older woman’s breasts—they were large, but nothing worth remembering. However things were different now that Emma had shrunken a full foot in height so far. And given that it was only their fourth day of living together, she obviously hadn’t seen Katherine without a shirt on before. So she wasn’t sure if it was seeing them so stripped down, or the fact that she was significantly smaller as a person, but everything about them seemed… more. Her cleavage was deeper, the boobs themselves looked larger, and even their shape somehow looked rounder. But besides that, her roommate’s lack of modesty was the most surprising. Emma’s glance only lasted half a second before looking Katherine back in the eyes again, but clearly the other party had noticed her quick gaze.

Katherine gasped, looking down at herself as if she’d forgotten about her shirt. Which apparently she had. “Oh, I totally forgot, I’m sorry,” she blushed. “I got egg on my shirt when I was cooking and had to take it off, but I didn’t have time to pick out a new shirt since I was still in the middle of cooking. Plus it’s been a month or two since my last roommate moved out, so I got a little bit used to not even wearing my clothes all the time.”

“Its, um, it’s OK,” Emma said, glancing down nervously at her roommate’s boobs again. Which only made Katherine feel better about herself for the young girl stealing a second look. “You shouldn’t feel like you need to be modest, you’re just in your home, right?” Emma continued. “I guess it was a good thing that a guy didn’t move in instead of me, then things might be a bit more awkward and you really wouldn’t be able to do that as much.” She laughed awkwardly, and Katherine responded with a much more enthusiastic giggle at the girl’s humor.

“That’s true, Emma! Being in my bra wouldn’t be the end of the world, but on especially hot days, it can be nice to just not wear anything at all. And I definitely wouldn’t trust a man to act normal around me if that happened.”

Emma laughed politely, “Oh, haha, yeah. That sounds risky.” Katherine turned back around to continue cooking her breakfast. Aware that Katherine would essentially be Emma’s guardian until she could move into a shrunken community after her lease expired in a year, she felt inclined to keep up the conversation more than her shy self normally would’ve. “When I was living with my grandparents, they were kinda like, you know, old fashioned. So whenever I came home from work, or school, I could only take my bra off once I got to my room. And then have to put it on again when I went anywhere else in the house, or else my grandma would lecture me about decency.”

“Tch, I’m sorry to hear that honey,” Katherine replied, and Emma shrugged.

“I still love her though. But… yeah, I know what you mean about it being nice to not wear a bra or shirt sometimes, cuz those moments weren’t normal for me so I was appreciative of when they did come.”

“Well I’m glad you understand, that’s nice of you.” Katherine continued stirring her scrambled eggs and ham around, seeming to think about what they said, while Emma got herself a glass of water and sat down. “And you know, just because I’m a little bit older doesn’t mean I’m as old-fashioned as your grandparents,” Katherine added, turning around to wink at Emma. “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, especially considering what you’re going through lately, feel free to wear whatever you want, I won’t mind.”

Emma was in the middle of taking a swig of water, but lowered the cup back down to the table. “Oh uh, you too. I guess.” Did that even make sense? I’m just trying to be polite. “However you dressed when you were living alone, should be, like… how you keep dressing, or you can keep dressing like that I mean. I don’t mind, like you said.”

Katherine turned around, a sympathetic but grateful expression on her face, as she looked down at Emma sitting at the table. “Aww, that’s sweet of you Emma. I’m glad I make you feel comfortable. If you don’t mind then, I’d love to just take this damned thing off then, I pretty much only wear one when I head into the office,” she said, and reached around behind her to undo her bra strap.

Emma was taken aback with how sudden Katherine was being. Is this normal? She had only ever lived with her geriatric guardians, so she didn’t know whether it was normal for female roommates to be topless around each other. “Um… ok, sure. I-I don’t mind.” We might share the same home, but we’re still barely more than acquaintances. This can’t be normal, right? But the young girl didn’t want to come off as a prude, and she wasn’t sure if her view on the matter was a result of common sense or decades of strict grandparenting.

Katherine seemed to be struggling with the strap though; despite her fingers fidgeting for several seconds behind her back, her bra remained on. “Actually, I’m kinda having a bit of trouble with it,” she laughed awkwardly. “I guess that’s what having another woman as a roommate is good for,” she said, and turned around, revealing her backside, and her inability to undo her bra’s clasp. It seemed a bit higher on her back than most bras, so her hands were barely able to reach it since they were nearly reaching her lower neck. She tried going at it from over her shoulders too, but that didn’t work.

“Do you want me to—“ Emma said, standing up and walking over to Katherine. “Yeah, I can help. I have trouble with my sports bras like, way too often.”

“Oh, perfect, thank you,” her roommate replied, feeling as Emma’s smaller, nimbler hands took over from her, and undid the clasp within seconds. Katherine’s bra straps swung forward, and she shrugged the garment off, turning back around and happily tossing it behind her into the other room. Emma flinched backwards in surprise as Katherine’s giant boobs suddenly swayed right in front of her as she turned around. They seemed even bigger now that they were free, with both of Katherine’s dark brown nipples proudly on display right before her eyes. Emma had already taken note of how well maintained Katherine’s skin was for a 45 year old, but the fact that her boobs barely showed any signs of aging either still managed to amaze the girl. She even felt a bit of jealousy. I should be in the prime of my life at 24, and instead this lady who’s decades older than me as better tits than me. They were bigger, tanner, and definitely bouncier.

And they suddenly became even bouncier as Katherine shook them back and forth with closed eyes, biting her lip. “Ahhhh, I’ll never get over the feeling of taking a bra off,” she said, grinning widely as she enjoyed the feeling of open air on her unrestrained breasts. Then she opened her eyes and looked down at Emma, who was glancing nervously back and forth between Katherine’s face and her imposing boobs. She couldn’t quite place the feeling she felt, but seeing Emma down there—a fully grown woman who was only as tall as her chest—made Katherine feel… special. Like she was in charge, but she didn’t know of what specifically. She just felt big, and tall. For the first time in her 45 years of life. At five and a half feet tall, the only other time she’d felt that way was around kids, but all kids are small, so seeing a fellow adult like Emma felt different.

Emma eventually excused herself to her room to get ready for the day, so Katherine went back to finishing up making breakfast. But she couldn’t shake that feeling. The image of little Emma right in front of her boobs was something she simply couldn’t get out of her head.