Visiting the Pool
A Shrunken College Student
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
unknown
Sadie’s hand had just touched the handle of the driver’s side door of her car, when a loud voice cried out from behind her. Looking over her shoulder, Sadie gazed in amusement and confusion as Chelsea bounded over to her side, frantically waving her arms and yelling her name over and over. Smiling politely, Sadie paused before entering her car.
“Wha’s the matta’ darlin?” Sadie inquired as Chelsea screeched to a halt and panted deeply to catch her breath.
Chelsea heaved out a reply. “I…I think…Tom…is crushed to your ass!”
“Tom?” Sadie titled her head. “Who might that be? Yer lil tiny boyfriend?”
Too flustered to correct her, Chelsea nodded. “I saw him…I think I saw him…plastered to your dress!”
Sadie glanced over her shoulder at her prodigious rear end, unable to see the full scope of her amply sized posterior. Grabbing her cheeks quite scandalously, Sadie attempted to get a better look at her bubble butt, but only succeeding in squishing your smeared body even tighter into her plump booty.
Chelsea, acting brashly and running on pure adrenaline, smacked Sadie’s hand away and knelt behind her. For her part, the happy-go-lucky waitress stood perfectly still, not wanting to upset the girl shoe hoped would be her new friend. She bit back the urge to laugh and wiggle away as Chelsea ran her fingers across the tan smudge on Sadie’s dress, her sensitive ass particularly ticklish.
Finally, Chelsea’s sharp fingernail caught on the one part of your flattened blob of a body that wasn’t fully engrained into the fabric of Sadie’s dress, thanks in full to your ceaseless efforts to reform. Because of that, Chelsea was able to forcibly rip you clean off of Sadie’s dress, leaving you as a crumpled tan clump in her sweaty palm. At least you were free from the dress, a fact that you praised the heavens for. Chelsea truly was your guardian angel.
Chelsea stood up and gave Sadie a genuine smile of pure joy. “I got him back…” She sighed, thankful for her successful rescue mission.
Sadie blushed brightly and began to blubber, apologizing profusely for hurting you. Chelsea dismissed her concerns with a tight hug, slipping you gently into her purse for safekeeping. After calming Sadie down, Chelsea parted ways with the friendly waitress, enduring one more misguided cheer from the blonde Southern belle about Chelsea being reunited with her cutie boyfriend once more.
Sliding into her car, Chelsea spoke aloud. “I’m so sorry for this shitty day, Tom. This was supposed to be a nice meal, and it’s all ruined now.” Your giantess dormmate exhaled deeply. “I’m taking you back to my room to reform, and sleep for the night. Tomorrow morning, we’re hitting up the school’s pool for some relaxation. Sound good?”
Obviously, you couldn’t respond, and Chelsea knew that, but it did sound good. Allowing exhaustion to overtake you, you slipped into a deep and peaceful slumber, knowing you’d be safe in your titanic friend’s hands. Already, you were looking forward to what would hopefully be a great day at the pool come morning, as long as cruel fate didn’t rear its ugly head once more.
***
Sure enough, you woke up around ten o’clock the next morning, rested and rejuvenated, not to mention fully reformed. You were asleep on a small pillow on Chelsea’s bedside table, a thin strip of satin cloth serving as a blanket. Standing up and stretching, you noted your brunette dormmate dressed in casual leggings and tank top fixing a plate of waffles by the counter.
Turning to you, Chelsea smiled warmly and plopped down onto her bed. Tearing off a few chunks of delicious waffles, Chelsea handed them to you on a small napkin, and you eagerly dug into your meal. Neither you nor Chelsea said a word while eating, and you could tell your kindhearted dormmate was still shaken up about the previous day. Even though she had no right to take the blame for any of the events that had transpired at “Sally’s Southern Delights”, Chelsea was still distraught.
You wanted to make her feel a bit happier, but didn’t quite know how, so you merely sat and ate your meal in silence. Afterwards, Chelsea brushed her teeth and freshened up in the bathroom, and gathered some pool supplies in a small string bag. Stopping at your tiny-sized dorm outside of her door, you changed into some bright red swim trunks, then hopped back up into Chelsea’s palm.
The towering brunette began walking down the sidewalk to Middletown University’s student-only pool, basking in the warm sunlight and gentle breeze. You rode in her open palm, gripping her thumb to stabilize yourself. Peering up at her, you noticed her occasionally glance down at you, and then feverishly snap her attention somewhere else, as if to avoid your eye contact.
“Look…Chelsea…” You began. “I want you to know I don’t hate you or anything like that for what happened yesterday. I mean, I got myself into that mess, and you were even the one who saved me! If anything, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you!”
Chelsea’s cheeks deepened in color, and she met eyes with you. “W-well, someone has to save your tiny little butt from a big girl’s butt!” She laughed, and you laughed along with her. After a moment, she smiled at you sincerely. “Thanks though, that means a lot. And you know I’ll always keep you safe, anytime you’re squished or trapped somewhere.
You grinned mischievously. “Assuming it isn’t you who’s doing the squishing and trapping.”
Another shade deeper in her cheeks. “Wha…Tom! You little jerk!” Chelsea feigned being hurt by your joke, and then quickly flicked you in the stomach, knocking you onto your back.
“Argh! Ah, I’ve been killed!” You cried theatrically, rolling back and forth on your dormmate’s palm. Rolling her eyes, Chelsea continued walking towards the pool, not doing a very good job at hiding a smile derived from your antics.
After a bit more travel, Chelsea made it to the indoor pool, and pushed open the door to the small lobby. Giving a small wave and a flash of her student ID to the receptionist, Chelsea pushed into the girl’s locker room. Immediately, she grabbed your head and your feet with her hands, flattened you out, stretched your body, and wrapped you around her wrist like a make-shift wrist band. Of course, you had expected this, as it was often how Chelsea smuggled you into potentially troublesome areas.
Snuggly wrapped around her wrist, you could merely hang there and wait patiently while your giantess friend found a good space in the locker room, changed out of her street clothes and into her swimsuit, locked up her belongings, and then strolled out into the main pool area. Once there, she untied you from her wrist and you started to reform in her hand.
Middletown University had spared no expense when it came to their student-accessible pool area. A huge, rectangular pool took up most of the space in the center of the room, buoys and racing lines set up to divide the water into lanes for swim practice and competitions. A smaller, square-shaped pool was on the left side of the room, and it was meant for simple relaxation. To the right was a lone hot tub, complete with bubble jets and whirlpool functionality.
Finished reforming, you gazed up at Chelsea…and then gazed further and further down. Your beautiful dormmate had changed into a tight, deep blue two-piece bikini. The top snuggly hugged her quite large breasts, though the revealing nature of the bikini left little to the imagination. Her giant boobs jiggled with her slightest movement. Further below, the equally sexy bikini bottoms left most of her toned ass bare, the subtle swaying of her ass absolutely mesmerizing.
Noting your flagrant display of perversion, Chelsea smirked and flicked you over onto your back again. She began casually walking alongside the big pool, and posed a question to you. “Alright, ya little perv, we’re the only ones in here so far. Let’s hope it stays that way for a while. What do you want to do first?”
You considered your giantess dormmate’s question, scanned the pool area again, and then answered her.
What do you say?
“Wha’s the matta’ darlin?” Sadie inquired as Chelsea screeched to a halt and panted deeply to catch her breath.
Chelsea heaved out a reply. “I…I think…Tom…is crushed to your ass!”
“Tom?” Sadie titled her head. “Who might that be? Yer lil tiny boyfriend?”
Too flustered to correct her, Chelsea nodded. “I saw him…I think I saw him…plastered to your dress!”
Sadie glanced over her shoulder at her prodigious rear end, unable to see the full scope of her amply sized posterior. Grabbing her cheeks quite scandalously, Sadie attempted to get a better look at her bubble butt, but only succeeding in squishing your smeared body even tighter into her plump booty.
Chelsea, acting brashly and running on pure adrenaline, smacked Sadie’s hand away and knelt behind her. For her part, the happy-go-lucky waitress stood perfectly still, not wanting to upset the girl shoe hoped would be her new friend. She bit back the urge to laugh and wiggle away as Chelsea ran her fingers across the tan smudge on Sadie’s dress, her sensitive ass particularly ticklish.
Finally, Chelsea’s sharp fingernail caught on the one part of your flattened blob of a body that wasn’t fully engrained into the fabric of Sadie’s dress, thanks in full to your ceaseless efforts to reform. Because of that, Chelsea was able to forcibly rip you clean off of Sadie’s dress, leaving you as a crumpled tan clump in her sweaty palm. At least you were free from the dress, a fact that you praised the heavens for. Chelsea truly was your guardian angel.
Chelsea stood up and gave Sadie a genuine smile of pure joy. “I got him back…” She sighed, thankful for her successful rescue mission.
Sadie blushed brightly and began to blubber, apologizing profusely for hurting you. Chelsea dismissed her concerns with a tight hug, slipping you gently into her purse for safekeeping. After calming Sadie down, Chelsea parted ways with the friendly waitress, enduring one more misguided cheer from the blonde Southern belle about Chelsea being reunited with her cutie boyfriend once more.
Sliding into her car, Chelsea spoke aloud. “I’m so sorry for this shitty day, Tom. This was supposed to be a nice meal, and it’s all ruined now.” Your giantess dormmate exhaled deeply. “I’m taking you back to my room to reform, and sleep for the night. Tomorrow morning, we’re hitting up the school’s pool for some relaxation. Sound good?”
Obviously, you couldn’t respond, and Chelsea knew that, but it did sound good. Allowing exhaustion to overtake you, you slipped into a deep and peaceful slumber, knowing you’d be safe in your titanic friend’s hands. Already, you were looking forward to what would hopefully be a great day at the pool come morning, as long as cruel fate didn’t rear its ugly head once more.
***
Sure enough, you woke up around ten o’clock the next morning, rested and rejuvenated, not to mention fully reformed. You were asleep on a small pillow on Chelsea’s bedside table, a thin strip of satin cloth serving as a blanket. Standing up and stretching, you noted your brunette dormmate dressed in casual leggings and tank top fixing a plate of waffles by the counter.
Turning to you, Chelsea smiled warmly and plopped down onto her bed. Tearing off a few chunks of delicious waffles, Chelsea handed them to you on a small napkin, and you eagerly dug into your meal. Neither you nor Chelsea said a word while eating, and you could tell your kindhearted dormmate was still shaken up about the previous day. Even though she had no right to take the blame for any of the events that had transpired at “Sally’s Southern Delights”, Chelsea was still distraught.
You wanted to make her feel a bit happier, but didn’t quite know how, so you merely sat and ate your meal in silence. Afterwards, Chelsea brushed her teeth and freshened up in the bathroom, and gathered some pool supplies in a small string bag. Stopping at your tiny-sized dorm outside of her door, you changed into some bright red swim trunks, then hopped back up into Chelsea’s palm.
The towering brunette began walking down the sidewalk to Middletown University’s student-only pool, basking in the warm sunlight and gentle breeze. You rode in her open palm, gripping her thumb to stabilize yourself. Peering up at her, you noticed her occasionally glance down at you, and then feverishly snap her attention somewhere else, as if to avoid your eye contact.
“Look…Chelsea…” You began. “I want you to know I don’t hate you or anything like that for what happened yesterday. I mean, I got myself into that mess, and you were even the one who saved me! If anything, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you!”
Chelsea’s cheeks deepened in color, and she met eyes with you. “W-well, someone has to save your tiny little butt from a big girl’s butt!” She laughed, and you laughed along with her. After a moment, she smiled at you sincerely. “Thanks though, that means a lot. And you know I’ll always keep you safe, anytime you’re squished or trapped somewhere.
You grinned mischievously. “Assuming it isn’t you who’s doing the squishing and trapping.”
Another shade deeper in her cheeks. “Wha…Tom! You little jerk!” Chelsea feigned being hurt by your joke, and then quickly flicked you in the stomach, knocking you onto your back.
“Argh! Ah, I’ve been killed!” You cried theatrically, rolling back and forth on your dormmate’s palm. Rolling her eyes, Chelsea continued walking towards the pool, not doing a very good job at hiding a smile derived from your antics.
After a bit more travel, Chelsea made it to the indoor pool, and pushed open the door to the small lobby. Giving a small wave and a flash of her student ID to the receptionist, Chelsea pushed into the girl’s locker room. Immediately, she grabbed your head and your feet with her hands, flattened you out, stretched your body, and wrapped you around her wrist like a make-shift wrist band. Of course, you had expected this, as it was often how Chelsea smuggled you into potentially troublesome areas.
Snuggly wrapped around her wrist, you could merely hang there and wait patiently while your giantess friend found a good space in the locker room, changed out of her street clothes and into her swimsuit, locked up her belongings, and then strolled out into the main pool area. Once there, she untied you from her wrist and you started to reform in her hand.
Middletown University had spared no expense when it came to their student-accessible pool area. A huge, rectangular pool took up most of the space in the center of the room, buoys and racing lines set up to divide the water into lanes for swim practice and competitions. A smaller, square-shaped pool was on the left side of the room, and it was meant for simple relaxation. To the right was a lone hot tub, complete with bubble jets and whirlpool functionality.
Finished reforming, you gazed up at Chelsea…and then gazed further and further down. Your beautiful dormmate had changed into a tight, deep blue two-piece bikini. The top snuggly hugged her quite large breasts, though the revealing nature of the bikini left little to the imagination. Her giant boobs jiggled with her slightest movement. Further below, the equally sexy bikini bottoms left most of her toned ass bare, the subtle swaying of her ass absolutely mesmerizing.
Noting your flagrant display of perversion, Chelsea smirked and flicked you over onto your back again. She began casually walking alongside the big pool, and posed a question to you. “Alright, ya little perv, we’re the only ones in here so far. Let’s hope it stays that way for a while. What do you want to do first?”
You considered your giantess dormmate’s question, scanned the pool area again, and then answered her.
What do you say?
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