Practice Makes Perfect
A Shrunken College Student
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
unknown
“Wanna race in the big pool?” You flashed Chelsea a lopsided grin. “I’ll totally win!”
Chelsea scoffed and smiled, competitive eyes flashing. “Oh? Then you’re on, squirt!”
You paled. “What? Chelsea, I was actually kidd-”
Your brunette giantess dormmate cut you off with an enthusiastic shout of joy as she dashed to the side of the large rectangular pool in the center of the room, leapt into the air, and splashed down into the water. Your own screams died as water rushed into your open mouth, the impulsive action of your best friend totally catching you off guard.
Dragged under the water by the sheer magnitude of displacement from Chelsea’s titanic body, your spun head-over-heels, brushing against the toned stomach of your giantess friend. Trying to resurface, you slapped into the underside of her breasts, smacking against her squishy flesh. Thankfully, your just barely avoided being sucked up into her cleavage from beneath, and rose over and around her tits, surfacing.
Choking on some water still in your mouth, you glared at Chelsea, who smiled sheepishly. “What? Not ready for that?” She asked, snorting. You rolled your eyes.
“I can’t actually beat you Chelsea, obviously!” You explained, gesturing to your small size. “How are we going to race?”
Chelsea tapped her chin in mock thoughtfulness. Clearly, she had already concocted some sort of plan. “Well…what if I do a few back and forth laps. Say…fifteen. Meanwhile, you only have to do one. If I finish before you, then I win. If you finish first, you win.”
“Win what?” You inquired. You weren’t exactly confident in your skills, but it did seem to be a fairly measured competition.
“We’ll decide later. Free dinner, or something. Loser pays.” Chelsea reasoned. The towering brunette rolled her shoulders and placed her feet against the wall. “Ready?”
Sighing, you mustered up a confident smirk. “You bet! You’re going down!”
Chelsea laughed. “Dork.” With one final teasing remark, she rocketed off from the wall, tearing down the lane. In the lane beside her, you burst into action, spinning your arms and pumping your legs as fast as they could carry you. You’d long since perfected your swimming technique after many tumultuous encounters with giantesses in pools, bathtubs, and the ocean. Now, you could rely on years of strength and endurance training to keep a strong, steady pace.
Ten minutes passed, and you crossed the halfway point of the lengthy pool lane. Everytime Chelsea passed by in the adjacent lane, sizable waves of water jostled and swayed you about, which you had to say was a bit unfair. However, it wasn’t as if Chelsea could control the effects of her comparatively gigantic body on the water around you. Really, the fault lied with you for choosing a lane so close to her.
A few minutes later, and Chelsea slowed her pace. Stopping your swimming to catch your breath, you watched her heft herself out of the pool, prying onto the tiled floor and climbing out. You valiantly and futilely tried to not stare at her perfectly round ass, squeezed tight by her revealing, soaked bikini. You had no idea what she was doing, and soon resumed swimming.
Though muffled by the water rushing past your ears, you heard Chelsea call out. “Gosh…I only have three more laps left. I’d sure hate for Tom to only be HALFWAY!” She laughed, and you mentally groaned. She would rub in her victory. “Maybe I’ll take a break…I get a drink. I’m thirsty after so much WINNING!”
You fought the urge to trash talk her back, knowing she’d never hear your puny voice all the way from outside the pool. You could only watch from the far corner of your peripheral vision as Chelsea strolled away, arrogantly humming a happy tune. She turned the corner in the back of the pool room, where a water fountain was installed.
At the exact moment Chelsea disappeared around the corner, the female locker room door swung open. Abundant swell of her chest barely fitting into her swimsuit, a black-haired girl walked into the main pool area, followed by nine equally curvy and attractive girls. Each girl was wearing a skintight red one-piece swimsuit that clung to their bodies, rode up their asses, and revealed a surprising amount of cleavage. “Middletown” was written across their chests, the letters skewed and stretched from the giantesses’ bountiful breasts.
The black-haired girl cleared her throat. “Alright girls! Big swim meet tomorrow, so we’re running laps today. Everyone take a lane, and I’ll moderate.”
“Yes Captain Hannah!” The girls cried in unison. Smiling and joking amongst themselves, the girls took their places at the end of the large pool, crouching into low stances. At the sound of Hannah blowing her whistle, each girl launched into the pool and took off through the water. Focused in the zone, each girl powered forward at breakneck speed and perfect form. Hannah smiled with pride.
Rounding the corner, Chelsea wiped her mouth. “Why did a whistle just…” She began, before gasping out in utter surprise. She watched in terror as the swim team tore through the pool, knowing full well you were still there. Running across the room to reach Hannah in a desperate dash to save you, your brunette best friend slipped on a barely noticeable puddle and went flying, sprawling out and banging her head against the metal guardrail of the smaller pool.
Eyes widening in panic, Hannah carefully crossed to Chelsea’s side, spotting the cut of blood on the brunette’s forehead. Helping her gently to her feet, Hannah led Chelsea out of the pool area towards the closest nurse station. Delirious from her head injury, Chelsea only meekly allowed Hannah to escort her, the memory of you seemingly slipping from her mind with the rest of the trickle of blood.
Back in the pool, you had remained totally oblivious to all that was going on, until the rumbling clap of nine girls splashing into the pool simultaneously got your attention. Turning around in horror, you let out a shrill cry as a brown-haired girl sped towards you like a bullet. The rocking and waving waters preventing you from paddling away to safety, you dove down, hoping to avoid the girl by going under her, seeing it as your only chance.
What happens next?
Chelsea scoffed and smiled, competitive eyes flashing. “Oh? Then you’re on, squirt!”
You paled. “What? Chelsea, I was actually kidd-”
Your brunette giantess dormmate cut you off with an enthusiastic shout of joy as she dashed to the side of the large rectangular pool in the center of the room, leapt into the air, and splashed down into the water. Your own screams died as water rushed into your open mouth, the impulsive action of your best friend totally catching you off guard.
Dragged under the water by the sheer magnitude of displacement from Chelsea’s titanic body, your spun head-over-heels, brushing against the toned stomach of your giantess friend. Trying to resurface, you slapped into the underside of her breasts, smacking against her squishy flesh. Thankfully, your just barely avoided being sucked up into her cleavage from beneath, and rose over and around her tits, surfacing.
Choking on some water still in your mouth, you glared at Chelsea, who smiled sheepishly. “What? Not ready for that?” She asked, snorting. You rolled your eyes.
“I can’t actually beat you Chelsea, obviously!” You explained, gesturing to your small size. “How are we going to race?”
Chelsea tapped her chin in mock thoughtfulness. Clearly, she had already concocted some sort of plan. “Well…what if I do a few back and forth laps. Say…fifteen. Meanwhile, you only have to do one. If I finish before you, then I win. If you finish first, you win.”
“Win what?” You inquired. You weren’t exactly confident in your skills, but it did seem to be a fairly measured competition.
“We’ll decide later. Free dinner, or something. Loser pays.” Chelsea reasoned. The towering brunette rolled her shoulders and placed her feet against the wall. “Ready?”
Sighing, you mustered up a confident smirk. “You bet! You’re going down!”
Chelsea laughed. “Dork.” With one final teasing remark, she rocketed off from the wall, tearing down the lane. In the lane beside her, you burst into action, spinning your arms and pumping your legs as fast as they could carry you. You’d long since perfected your swimming technique after many tumultuous encounters with giantesses in pools, bathtubs, and the ocean. Now, you could rely on years of strength and endurance training to keep a strong, steady pace.
Ten minutes passed, and you crossed the halfway point of the lengthy pool lane. Everytime Chelsea passed by in the adjacent lane, sizable waves of water jostled and swayed you about, which you had to say was a bit unfair. However, it wasn’t as if Chelsea could control the effects of her comparatively gigantic body on the water around you. Really, the fault lied with you for choosing a lane so close to her.
A few minutes later, and Chelsea slowed her pace. Stopping your swimming to catch your breath, you watched her heft herself out of the pool, prying onto the tiled floor and climbing out. You valiantly and futilely tried to not stare at her perfectly round ass, squeezed tight by her revealing, soaked bikini. You had no idea what she was doing, and soon resumed swimming.
Though muffled by the water rushing past your ears, you heard Chelsea call out. “Gosh…I only have three more laps left. I’d sure hate for Tom to only be HALFWAY!” She laughed, and you mentally groaned. She would rub in her victory. “Maybe I’ll take a break…I get a drink. I’m thirsty after so much WINNING!”
You fought the urge to trash talk her back, knowing she’d never hear your puny voice all the way from outside the pool. You could only watch from the far corner of your peripheral vision as Chelsea strolled away, arrogantly humming a happy tune. She turned the corner in the back of the pool room, where a water fountain was installed.
At the exact moment Chelsea disappeared around the corner, the female locker room door swung open. Abundant swell of her chest barely fitting into her swimsuit, a black-haired girl walked into the main pool area, followed by nine equally curvy and attractive girls. Each girl was wearing a skintight red one-piece swimsuit that clung to their bodies, rode up their asses, and revealed a surprising amount of cleavage. “Middletown” was written across their chests, the letters skewed and stretched from the giantesses’ bountiful breasts.
The black-haired girl cleared her throat. “Alright girls! Big swim meet tomorrow, so we’re running laps today. Everyone take a lane, and I’ll moderate.”
“Yes Captain Hannah!” The girls cried in unison. Smiling and joking amongst themselves, the girls took their places at the end of the large pool, crouching into low stances. At the sound of Hannah blowing her whistle, each girl launched into the pool and took off through the water. Focused in the zone, each girl powered forward at breakneck speed and perfect form. Hannah smiled with pride.
Rounding the corner, Chelsea wiped her mouth. “Why did a whistle just…” She began, before gasping out in utter surprise. She watched in terror as the swim team tore through the pool, knowing full well you were still there. Running across the room to reach Hannah in a desperate dash to save you, your brunette best friend slipped on a barely noticeable puddle and went flying, sprawling out and banging her head against the metal guardrail of the smaller pool.
Eyes widening in panic, Hannah carefully crossed to Chelsea’s side, spotting the cut of blood on the brunette’s forehead. Helping her gently to her feet, Hannah led Chelsea out of the pool area towards the closest nurse station. Delirious from her head injury, Chelsea only meekly allowed Hannah to escort her, the memory of you seemingly slipping from her mind with the rest of the trickle of blood.
Back in the pool, you had remained totally oblivious to all that was going on, until the rumbling clap of nine girls splashing into the pool simultaneously got your attention. Turning around in horror, you let out a shrill cry as a brown-haired girl sped towards you like a bullet. The rocking and waving waters preventing you from paddling away to safety, you dove down, hoping to avoid the girl by going under her, seeing it as your only chance.
What happens next?
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