A bum trade
A Shrunken College Student
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
teniko
Amy looked a little distraught, trying to think on the spot as she focused on getting Matt back safely.
"Something to wear... um" She started, watching the sweaty girl infront of her stand slightly impatiently. Frans foot tapped as she anxiously wanted to go back to her exercise. "I- um- what about my skirt?" She smiled. Fran shrugged, shifting her feet around uncomfortable as she stretched her arms out.
"Yeah no- I'm not an exercise in skirt kinda person, especially without underwear." Fran sighed, "I kinda want to get back to it, your cute and all though- we should definitely hang out when I'm not actually gross" She smirked, catching Amy off guard a little and obliterating the last trace of memory from her ditzy brain.
The blonde snapped out of it as Fran's titanic rear went to sit back down,
"A-ah! Wait, my thong- you said you would do it in underwear right?" Amy stumbled over her words, hoisting the girl upwards as your screams went unnoticed.
"Your thong-? I mean, a thongs kinda... bare still... and it's prewarn" Fran spoke, before looking the blond up and down. A small smirk slipped onto her face to accompany a blush, "You know what? Deal-"
A sigh of relief flooded Amy's mind as she reached down- yanking you down her leg while Fran roughly slid the well stretched out Matt leggings from her titanic rear. They dumped their clothes into eachothers hands, Fran quickly raised her eyebrows as Amy stepped into the leggings herself.
"Ah- this is the safest way to transport them- otherwise they get lost! P-plus I don't want to go walking around without panties on while wearing a skirt..." She smiled weakly,
"Suuure sure- are you sure your not just ultra kinky? It's kinda hot, we definitely need to meet up afterwards" Fran spoke confidently while Amy stumbled, unsure how to deal with these kind of people. Helpless to say no, Fran managed to grab Amy's number before showing her to the door, hiding her still naked lower half with the door in embarrassment.
You shook unhappily on the table as your new owner thudded back after closing the door. How could Amy forget about you already?
"Cute girl- hope I didn't scare her off- now- where was I?" Fran spoke, plucking the thong from the table. Her nose moved close, her teeth shone a perverted smile as she sniffed the panties with a perverse stare into space. You already didn't like this person- but couldn't do anything as she-
"Something to wear... um" She started, watching the sweaty girl infront of her stand slightly impatiently. Frans foot tapped as she anxiously wanted to go back to her exercise. "I- um- what about my skirt?" She smiled. Fran shrugged, shifting her feet around uncomfortable as she stretched her arms out.
"Yeah no- I'm not an exercise in skirt kinda person, especially without underwear." Fran sighed, "I kinda want to get back to it, your cute and all though- we should definitely hang out when I'm not actually gross" She smirked, catching Amy off guard a little and obliterating the last trace of memory from her ditzy brain.
The blonde snapped out of it as Fran's titanic rear went to sit back down,
"A-ah! Wait, my thong- you said you would do it in underwear right?" Amy stumbled over her words, hoisting the girl upwards as your screams went unnoticed.
"Your thong-? I mean, a thongs kinda... bare still... and it's prewarn" Fran spoke, before looking the blond up and down. A small smirk slipped onto her face to accompany a blush, "You know what? Deal-"
A sigh of relief flooded Amy's mind as she reached down- yanking you down her leg while Fran roughly slid the well stretched out Matt leggings from her titanic rear. They dumped their clothes into eachothers hands, Fran quickly raised her eyebrows as Amy stepped into the leggings herself.
"Ah- this is the safest way to transport them- otherwise they get lost! P-plus I don't want to go walking around without panties on while wearing a skirt..." She smiled weakly,
"Suuure sure- are you sure your not just ultra kinky? It's kinda hot, we definitely need to meet up afterwards" Fran spoke confidently while Amy stumbled, unsure how to deal with these kind of people. Helpless to say no, Fran managed to grab Amy's number before showing her to the door, hiding her still naked lower half with the door in embarrassment.
You shook unhappily on the table as your new owner thudded back after closing the door. How could Amy forget about you already?
"Cute girl- hope I didn't scare her off- now- where was I?" Fran spoke, plucking the thong from the table. Her nose moved close, her teeth shone a perverted smile as she sniffed the panties with a perverse stare into space. You already didn't like this person- but couldn't do anything as she-
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