Well-Worn
A Shrunken College Student
chapter 10
by
copier
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Amy knocked on the door and politely waited for a few moments but didn’t receive any reply. Shifting side-to-side listlessly, the bodacious blonde absentmindedly let her thick ass cheeks rub back and forth as she impatiently swayed, the sweaty flesh ceaselessly grinding against your face. You fought to twitch or wiggle to alert Amy to stop moving, but your efforts were useless. She just kept swaying her hips to some song in her head, rubbing you against her mildly rank butt crack.
A minute later, and Amy knocked again, louder this time. A faint voice responded from inside. “Geez, it’s open! What do you want?”
“Just a minute of your time.” Amy explained, opening the door and allowing herself in. “I just need to check if…you…” Her voice died in her throat as she entered the girl’s dorm.
On the one hand, she had found Matt, and quite quickly too. On the other hand, his tan smudge of a body was currently stretched to comical proportions, pulled taut against one mammoth sized ass the leggings he was glued to were currently being worn by.
Caked in damp sweat, the unsuspecting, auburn-haired giantess was in the middle of deep squats, each time she bent down thrusting out her prodigiously curvy rear end and straining both the fabric of the clearly small leggings and Matt’s poor body. Blessed with a bountifully beautiful body and the strength for intense physical exercise, the girl was something to marvel about.
Amy stuttered to speak, and the girl looked over her shoulder lazily. “So…what?” She asked, squatting again. Matt’s smeared body was so darkened by sweat he almost blended in perfectly with the leggings. “You gonna ask me something or just keep staring at my ass?” She smirked, and slapped her booty, a ripple emanating from the impact. “It’s pretty sexy, I guess.”
The titanic blonde coughed and snapped out of her daze. “Uh…um…no. No, see actually…I believe there’s a tiny trapped in those leggings.”
“A what?” The giantess frowned, diving deep for another squat. When she stood, Amy gasped, noting that the back of her leggings had just wedged themselves into the girl’s rank ass crack just a bit, Matt’s poor body now partially trapped between two meaty, fleshy cheeks.
“A tiny!” Amy exclaimed. “A shrunken man, remember? Surely you have a tiny as a dormmate, I saw his box outside your door.”
“Ah, yeah.” The girl shrugged. “Haven’t seen the runt in a while though. Not since that trip to the gym.” After another excruciating squat, the girl paused. “You’re saying one of them is in my leggings…like touching my butt?” She scratched at her toned buttocks, fingers scraping across Matt’s smudged body. “Perverted little bug…”
Amy slapped the girl’s hand away, earning a nasty frown. “No! He’s been stuck to the fabric…like a sticker!” She explained. “He’s right in the middle of your ass!” Amy reached to point him out, and the girl spun backwards, turning away. Her ass jiggled like jello at her sudden movement, the action no doubt tormenting Matt further.
“No touching girl! Not when I’m a gross mess.” The girl sighed, and then plopped down onto the floor without warning. Amy bit back a scream, watching the girl’s titanic derriere slap onto the carpet audibly, cheeks squeezing tightly together, Matt’s body wedged into her smelly crack.
“Miss, please don’t…”
“You’ve got a killer bod…” The girl smirked at Amy. “I’m into that, but at least let me shower.”
Blushing bright red, Amy realized what misunderstanding had just occurred. Flustered, she sat down on the girl’s couch and tried to calm herself. Of course, her sitting down merely inflicted the same fate as Matt onto yourself, as your thong-shaped body found itself in a moist chokehold by Amy’s doughy butt cheeks slamming together. You let out a mute cry of frustration, begging to be freed from this dank abyss.
Your blonde-haired captor twirled a strand of her hair. “Listen, I’m not trying to…to…do anything indecent! I merely…”
The girl laughed and began stretching her legs and touching her toes. “Uh huh. Sure. It was a clever story, I’ll give ya that. A tiny on my ass…I’ll have to try that one for myself sometime.”
“I’m not lying! Please stand up!” Amy huffed, bouncing impatiently in her seat. Each bounce clapped her ass cheeks together, rippling flesh cascading along your body, smearing your face into her sweaty skin.
The girl rolled her eyes, stretched for three more minutes, and then stood. Her butt peeled itself off the carpet, a veritable swamp of sweat left on the ground and staining the fabric. Matt was hardly noticeable. Crossing her arms, the girl motioned with her eyes for Amy to explain herself. Clearly one to hate wasting time, the girl was in a rush to get back to her workout.
“It’s a long story to explain, but I can show you. Matt is stuck to the fabric of your leggings.” Amy said, leading the girl over to a mirror. The girl twisted her butt to face the mirror, and Amy pointed to the tan smudge in the center of her butt crack. Delicately scratching her sharp fingernail over Matt’s back, the two giantesses watched as Matt’s skin showed a distinct red line from the scratch.
The girl pursed her lips. “Huh. Whaddya know? Little squishy perv really was there.”
“See? I wasn’t lying.” Amy smiled, meeting the girl’s eyes. The girl smirked.
“Adorable smile ya got there, cutie.” She teased, winking. Amy backpedaled and flushed red, turning from the girl. The girl chuckled. “Even cuter. Name’s Francesca, by the way. Call me Fran.”
Amy stammered out a response. “A-Amy…my name’s Amy.” Facing away from Fran out of embarrassment, Amy could do nothing as Fran grinned, dropped back to the floor on her back, big booty firmly squished into the carpet, and began doing sit-ups.
After a moment, Amy turned back around and let out a startled shriek. Fran raised her eyebrows. “What’s up?” She inquired, demonstrating her incredible abdominal strength by hefting her upper body (sizable rack included) up into a full sit-up. Amy stared in rapt horror as Fran’s ass dragged slightly back and forth against the carpet with each sit-up.
“Matt is still there!” Amy cried, flabbergasted.
“Uh…yeah.” Fran nodded. “Little freak wanted some up close and personal time, and he’s sure as hell gettin’ it!” Fran wiggled her hips for emphasis, grinding Matt between her gigantic rear and the floor. Amy clenched up in worry, her own globe-like cheeks squeezing tight subconsciously, doughy mounds pressing against your battered, exhausted body from all sides.
Amy pleaded. “You can’t torture him like this, it isn’t his fault! It was all one big accident!”
Fran didn’t seem convinced. “You sure? These tinies are always gettin’ in the way of us girls. Can’t be coincidence.” Her gaze wandered to Amy’s risqué outfit and curvaceous body. “Though I’d kill for a chance to be under all that, if I was in their place.”
Not catching her very un-subtle meaning, Amy continued. “Please stand up and free Matt. Please?” Whether intentional or not, Amy flashed Fran irresistible puppy-dog eyes, and Fran’s defenses fell.
“Geez girl, ya killed me.” Fran snickered, jumping back to her feet. “Can’t resist a face that cute. I’ll help that little bug.” Reaching for her massive ass, Fran blindly picked and clawed at her leggings, but to no avail. She couldn’t quite get a good look at Matt, and her fingers kept slipping from all the accumulated sweat.
Amy stepped forward and bent down behind Fran. “I’ll do it.” The blonde declared, much to Fran’s delighted surprise, and your continued discomfort. By squatting herself, Amy’s ass was clenching around you, squeezing the life out of you and pushing you even deeper into her ass crack. The horrid stench assaulted you just as much as the wave of sweat and hot flesh did.
Methodically pinching and prodding Fran’s toned buttocks, Amy tried to get Matt free from the clutches of the fabric of the leggings. Sadly, despite all of her best efforts, she made no progress. Matt’s disfigured squishy form was simply too coated in sweat and engrained into the fabric. It would take considerable time and effort to free him now.
Standing up with a pout, Amy crossed her arms, burying the poor tiny currently molded as her bra against her jiggly tits. “I can’t get him. I’ll need you to take off the leggings and let me borrow them. He'll need time to reform.”
“Hold up!” Fran raised her arms. “I’m down to strip in front of a beauty like you, but not all gross like this. Besides, exercise comes first in my life.” Fran declared. To Amy’s utter amazement, the auburn-haired giantess actually prepared to sit again. Amy caught her arm, stopping her.
“You can’t finish your workout naked?” Amy asked. “Or change into something else?”
“Nope! I hate exercising naked, I feel weird doing it. Even something like underwear is more comfortable for me.” Fran gestured to the stuffed bag of dirty clothes by her door. “As you can see though, everything’s pretty well-worn and needs washing. These sweet new leggings are it, until I wash this stuff later.” Fran casually stretched her arms. "If you had something I could wear, maybe that'd work things out."
Amy frowned, turned from Fran, and ran her hands through her hair. Frustrated with this turn of events, the blonde ditz wracked her brain for a solution. So preoccupied with saving Matt and figuring out this plight, the knowledge of exactly what (and who) she was currently wearing slipped further and further from her mind.
What happens next?
A minute later, and Amy knocked again, louder this time. A faint voice responded from inside. “Geez, it’s open! What do you want?”
“Just a minute of your time.” Amy explained, opening the door and allowing herself in. “I just need to check if…you…” Her voice died in her throat as she entered the girl’s dorm.
On the one hand, she had found Matt, and quite quickly too. On the other hand, his tan smudge of a body was currently stretched to comical proportions, pulled taut against one mammoth sized ass the leggings he was glued to were currently being worn by.
Caked in damp sweat, the unsuspecting, auburn-haired giantess was in the middle of deep squats, each time she bent down thrusting out her prodigiously curvy rear end and straining both the fabric of the clearly small leggings and Matt’s poor body. Blessed with a bountifully beautiful body and the strength for intense physical exercise, the girl was something to marvel about.
Amy stuttered to speak, and the girl looked over her shoulder lazily. “So…what?” She asked, squatting again. Matt’s smeared body was so darkened by sweat he almost blended in perfectly with the leggings. “You gonna ask me something or just keep staring at my ass?” She smirked, and slapped her booty, a ripple emanating from the impact. “It’s pretty sexy, I guess.”
The titanic blonde coughed and snapped out of her daze. “Uh…um…no. No, see actually…I believe there’s a tiny trapped in those leggings.”
“A what?” The giantess frowned, diving deep for another squat. When she stood, Amy gasped, noting that the back of her leggings had just wedged themselves into the girl’s rank ass crack just a bit, Matt’s poor body now partially trapped between two meaty, fleshy cheeks.
“A tiny!” Amy exclaimed. “A shrunken man, remember? Surely you have a tiny as a dormmate, I saw his box outside your door.”
“Ah, yeah.” The girl shrugged. “Haven’t seen the runt in a while though. Not since that trip to the gym.” After another excruciating squat, the girl paused. “You’re saying one of them is in my leggings…like touching my butt?” She scratched at her toned buttocks, fingers scraping across Matt’s smudged body. “Perverted little bug…”
Amy slapped the girl’s hand away, earning a nasty frown. “No! He’s been stuck to the fabric…like a sticker!” She explained. “He’s right in the middle of your ass!” Amy reached to point him out, and the girl spun backwards, turning away. Her ass jiggled like jello at her sudden movement, the action no doubt tormenting Matt further.
“No touching girl! Not when I’m a gross mess.” The girl sighed, and then plopped down onto the floor without warning. Amy bit back a scream, watching the girl’s titanic derriere slap onto the carpet audibly, cheeks squeezing tightly together, Matt’s body wedged into her smelly crack.
“Miss, please don’t…”
“You’ve got a killer bod…” The girl smirked at Amy. “I’m into that, but at least let me shower.”
Blushing bright red, Amy realized what misunderstanding had just occurred. Flustered, she sat down on the girl’s couch and tried to calm herself. Of course, her sitting down merely inflicted the same fate as Matt onto yourself, as your thong-shaped body found itself in a moist chokehold by Amy’s doughy butt cheeks slamming together. You let out a mute cry of frustration, begging to be freed from this dank abyss.
Your blonde-haired captor twirled a strand of her hair. “Listen, I’m not trying to…to…do anything indecent! I merely…”
The girl laughed and began stretching her legs and touching her toes. “Uh huh. Sure. It was a clever story, I’ll give ya that. A tiny on my ass…I’ll have to try that one for myself sometime.”
“I’m not lying! Please stand up!” Amy huffed, bouncing impatiently in her seat. Each bounce clapped her ass cheeks together, rippling flesh cascading along your body, smearing your face into her sweaty skin.
The girl rolled her eyes, stretched for three more minutes, and then stood. Her butt peeled itself off the carpet, a veritable swamp of sweat left on the ground and staining the fabric. Matt was hardly noticeable. Crossing her arms, the girl motioned with her eyes for Amy to explain herself. Clearly one to hate wasting time, the girl was in a rush to get back to her workout.
“It’s a long story to explain, but I can show you. Matt is stuck to the fabric of your leggings.” Amy said, leading the girl over to a mirror. The girl twisted her butt to face the mirror, and Amy pointed to the tan smudge in the center of her butt crack. Delicately scratching her sharp fingernail over Matt’s back, the two giantesses watched as Matt’s skin showed a distinct red line from the scratch.
The girl pursed her lips. “Huh. Whaddya know? Little squishy perv really was there.”
“See? I wasn’t lying.” Amy smiled, meeting the girl’s eyes. The girl smirked.
“Adorable smile ya got there, cutie.” She teased, winking. Amy backpedaled and flushed red, turning from the girl. The girl chuckled. “Even cuter. Name’s Francesca, by the way. Call me Fran.”
Amy stammered out a response. “A-Amy…my name’s Amy.” Facing away from Fran out of embarrassment, Amy could do nothing as Fran grinned, dropped back to the floor on her back, big booty firmly squished into the carpet, and began doing sit-ups.
After a moment, Amy turned back around and let out a startled shriek. Fran raised her eyebrows. “What’s up?” She inquired, demonstrating her incredible abdominal strength by hefting her upper body (sizable rack included) up into a full sit-up. Amy stared in rapt horror as Fran’s ass dragged slightly back and forth against the carpet with each sit-up.
“Matt is still there!” Amy cried, flabbergasted.
“Uh…yeah.” Fran nodded. “Little freak wanted some up close and personal time, and he’s sure as hell gettin’ it!” Fran wiggled her hips for emphasis, grinding Matt between her gigantic rear and the floor. Amy clenched up in worry, her own globe-like cheeks squeezing tight subconsciously, doughy mounds pressing against your battered, exhausted body from all sides.
Amy pleaded. “You can’t torture him like this, it isn’t his fault! It was all one big accident!”
Fran didn’t seem convinced. “You sure? These tinies are always gettin’ in the way of us girls. Can’t be coincidence.” Her gaze wandered to Amy’s risqué outfit and curvaceous body. “Though I’d kill for a chance to be under all that, if I was in their place.”
Not catching her very un-subtle meaning, Amy continued. “Please stand up and free Matt. Please?” Whether intentional or not, Amy flashed Fran irresistible puppy-dog eyes, and Fran’s defenses fell.
“Geez girl, ya killed me.” Fran snickered, jumping back to her feet. “Can’t resist a face that cute. I’ll help that little bug.” Reaching for her massive ass, Fran blindly picked and clawed at her leggings, but to no avail. She couldn’t quite get a good look at Matt, and her fingers kept slipping from all the accumulated sweat.
Amy stepped forward and bent down behind Fran. “I’ll do it.” The blonde declared, much to Fran’s delighted surprise, and your continued discomfort. By squatting herself, Amy’s ass was clenching around you, squeezing the life out of you and pushing you even deeper into her ass crack. The horrid stench assaulted you just as much as the wave of sweat and hot flesh did.
Methodically pinching and prodding Fran’s toned buttocks, Amy tried to get Matt free from the clutches of the fabric of the leggings. Sadly, despite all of her best efforts, she made no progress. Matt’s disfigured squishy form was simply too coated in sweat and engrained into the fabric. It would take considerable time and effort to free him now.
Standing up with a pout, Amy crossed her arms, burying the poor tiny currently molded as her bra against her jiggly tits. “I can’t get him. I’ll need you to take off the leggings and let me borrow them. He'll need time to reform.”
“Hold up!” Fran raised her arms. “I’m down to strip in front of a beauty like you, but not all gross like this. Besides, exercise comes first in my life.” Fran declared. To Amy’s utter amazement, the auburn-haired giantess actually prepared to sit again. Amy caught her arm, stopping her.
“You can’t finish your workout naked?” Amy asked. “Or change into something else?”
“Nope! I hate exercising naked, I feel weird doing it. Even something like underwear is more comfortable for me.” Fran gestured to the stuffed bag of dirty clothes by her door. “As you can see though, everything’s pretty well-worn and needs washing. These sweet new leggings are it, until I wash this stuff later.” Fran casually stretched her arms. "If you had something I could wear, maybe that'd work things out."
Amy frowned, turned from Fran, and ran her hands through her hair. Frustrated with this turn of events, the blonde ditz wracked her brain for a solution. So preoccupied with saving Matt and figuring out this plight, the knowledge of exactly what (and who) she was currently wearing slipped further and further from her mind.
What happens next?
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March 28, 2025
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