Inside Out
A Shrunken College Student
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
spicecrow
Amy awoke to a gentle summer breeze rustling her hair. She sat up, letting out a cute yawn and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "...Ah, this is nice! I slept so well last night!" Sitting on the edge of her bed, she reached for her phone out of habit, its face automatically showing her the time as she picked it up. "Wow, it's already- wait, 10:20?! Crap, no wonder I slept so well!" She quickly hoisted herself to her feet and began scrambling to get ready as quickly as she possibly could. "I was supposed to be at Intro Bio like half an hour ago, this is bad! I don't have any more absences!" Having shimmied her panties down her legs, she yanked open her underwear drawer, only to realize she had gone through all her clean pairs. All of them, except... "The dryer! Gotta hurry, aw man..."
The door to the dryer startled you when it suddenly opened, as you had done nothing but sit there silently after the last wrinkle guard cycle had ended hours ago. You were alarmed, but not terribly surprised, to discover that a trip through the dryer had dramatically worsened your situation. While you were completely unable to move before, you could still easily have been removed from the panties Amy had stuck you to (assuming she decided to take you off). But now... you felt flatter than you had ever felt before, and that was saying something considering how frequently you ended up stepped on and crushed.
The sensation of being baked so deeply into the fabric fibers was truly bizarre. It felt to you kind of like being in a swimming pool and being just about to break through the water's surface, only... you couldn't. You were stuck just below, the outside world in plain view but with a thin layer preventing you from reaching it. What's more, the drying process seemed to have melted the dye of your princess "costume" along with you, and you could no longer tell where the dress ended and your legs began. You really hoped that once you got out of here, this would all be reversible. You were going to get out of this mess... right?
Amy hastily grabbed the first pair of panties she found, not bothering to even look at them before sliding them into place. Her mind filled only with thoughts of how late she was, she dashed back over to her dresser and began looking for a skirt to wear.
You had barely even registered that you had been removed from Amy's dryer before you were slammed mercilessly back between her cheeks. Your vision went dark as her crack folded you on top of yourself, preventing you from being able to see anything until the next time she bent over. Despite this, you still had a pretty good idea of what was going on up above from Amy's panicked babbling to herself. She dashed from one corner of her room to the other, throwing on a top and running a brush through her hair, her butt cheeks pounding you senseless the entire time. Before long, it became equally difficult to ignore the scent of stale sweat wafting around you. Amy clearly hadn't showered the night before, so there had been ample time for sweat and grime to accumulate as she slept through the sweltering summer heat.
While being ground back and forth as she walked was unpleasant enough, Amy's swamp ass soon formed a miasma around you that was truly unbearable, far worse than it had been yesterday when she first put you on. At first, you chalked the difference up to her poor hygiene yesterday, but not long into Amy's frenetic trek to her class, she tripped, inadvertently showing you more details of your predicament. She fell to her hands and knees, and as she did so her ass spread open slightly, temporarily letting you see again. You had heard her talking about a skirt of some kind, so you figured you'd see that blocking off your vision, but as you looked passively ahead, you instead saw Amy's bare ass in all its glory. This was not good, you immediately realized. Not good at all. In her rush to get dressed that morning, Amy had put on her panties inside out.
As your unaware captress sat through the rest of her biology class, you tried your best to make the most of this bad situation, wanting to stay optimistic. Surely Amy would realize her mistake soon, and at the very least flip her underwear the right way around. She had to go to the bathroom eventually, and then she'd notice, right? You focused on these thoughts as Amy's biology professor rambled in the background, saying something about ecosystems that you largely didn't understand. Despite the horrible environment surrounding you, you were nearly about to drift off to sleep when, from the corner of your eye, you spotted something you really wish you hadn't seen. A large bead of sweat the size of your entire head was slowly trickling down the side of Amy's cheek from wherever ungodly place it had formed, and it didn't take a genius to work out where it was headed. You wished now more than ever that Amy had at least had the sense to place you somewhere else on the panties, rather than the very center of the back, but there was nothing you could do about it now.
Agonizingly slowly, the sweat droplet rolled right on top of your face, and for a moment, it just sat there. You realized you had been holding your breath in fear, and went to inhale, but the sweat was still right over your mouth. Your mind started racing. Oh god, were you going to die? If you were flattened so deeply, why did you still need to breathe anyway? Not wanting to risk finding out the answers to these questions, you realized there was only one thing you could do.
The taste was as horrible as you had expected. Worse, really. You wanted so desperately to spit the sweat out, but with you effectively lying on your back, there was nowhere else for it to go. You had only just choked it all down when you saw another sweat drop heading your way, and you couldn't help but cry at what fate seemed to have in store for you.
After a half hour of this torture, Amy sat up, her class having ended. You were incredibly relieved, as you had already swallowed so much butt sweat that you could feel it sloshing around in your stomach as Amy jostled you back and forth. The thought of having to go through an entire day of sweat drinking worried you, but fortunately it seemed your prayers had been answered as Amy stopped by the bathroom before her next class.
She quickly made her way into the nearest stall and pulled you down around her legs. You looked up at her, hoping to meet her gaze, but your view of her face was blocked by her phone the entire time. She was so engrossed in whatever she was looking at, in fact, that she pulled you right back into place after lazily wiping a few times, not realizing for a moment that her panties were on inside out. This action, while totally inconsequential to Amy, had sealed your doom. You rocketed right back into her oblivious ass, but to your horror, this time she wasn't fully paying attention, and pulled her panties up tighter than normal. Still thinking only of her phone, she happily walked back to class, with you now pressed almost flush with her anus. You could only hope this wouldn't be the death of you.
After hours upon hours, Amy broke the seal her butt had made around you and stepped out of you to go take a shower. After that never-ending barrage of sweat and musk, you had never been so grateful for fresh air in your life. She had unintentionally wedgied you right into ground zero, and even farted right on you a few times, though that had been thankfully infrequent. Not knowing what was next for you, you enjoyed your temporary freedom as much as you could, and after twenty minutes or so, Amy stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself. She glanced at you briefly as she scooped up her clothes to carry them to the hamper, and as she saw your face she immediately realized the mistake she had made that morning. "Oh, gosh, what happened to you, Princess? Did I wear you inside out the whole day? You're all dirty!" She brought her face in close for a moment, but recoiled at the smell. "Phew, and stinky too. I sure hope this'll come out in the wash. I can barely stand it!"
"How do you think I feel?" You tried to say, but your face remained frozen in its usual wide grin. Instead, you heard "Don't worry about me Amy, I love it in here!" come from above you, as Amy spoke for you in an embarrassing falsetto-y voice. "That's the spirit!" said Amy, in her regular voice. "I love you, my little booty princess." You flushed with embarrassment at being spoken to this way, though you weren't sure if "I love you" or "booty princess" was the more embarrassing part. As Amy playfully flicked you into her hamper, you realized you would have quite a bit of time to decide.
A few days later, Amy finally got around to doing her laundry again, but what happened then?
A. Amy puts you through the wash like normal, but her butt has done such a number on you that she doesn't want to wear you right-side out anymore...
B. Amy decides that heavy duty stains need some heavy duty cleaning, and adds bleach to your load. Whatever that means for you, it probably isn't good.
C. Just when you think your luck has run out, a miracle arrives at last. Maybe Amy finally realizes you're not just a sticker, or maybe Professor Erin feels guilty and tracks you down herself. Either way, things are looking up!
The door to the dryer startled you when it suddenly opened, as you had done nothing but sit there silently after the last wrinkle guard cycle had ended hours ago. You were alarmed, but not terribly surprised, to discover that a trip through the dryer had dramatically worsened your situation. While you were completely unable to move before, you could still easily have been removed from the panties Amy had stuck you to (assuming she decided to take you off). But now... you felt flatter than you had ever felt before, and that was saying something considering how frequently you ended up stepped on and crushed.
The sensation of being baked so deeply into the fabric fibers was truly bizarre. It felt to you kind of like being in a swimming pool and being just about to break through the water's surface, only... you couldn't. You were stuck just below, the outside world in plain view but with a thin layer preventing you from reaching it. What's more, the drying process seemed to have melted the dye of your princess "costume" along with you, and you could no longer tell where the dress ended and your legs began. You really hoped that once you got out of here, this would all be reversible. You were going to get out of this mess... right?
Amy hastily grabbed the first pair of panties she found, not bothering to even look at them before sliding them into place. Her mind filled only with thoughts of how late she was, she dashed back over to her dresser and began looking for a skirt to wear.
You had barely even registered that you had been removed from Amy's dryer before you were slammed mercilessly back between her cheeks. Your vision went dark as her crack folded you on top of yourself, preventing you from being able to see anything until the next time she bent over. Despite this, you still had a pretty good idea of what was going on up above from Amy's panicked babbling to herself. She dashed from one corner of her room to the other, throwing on a top and running a brush through her hair, her butt cheeks pounding you senseless the entire time. Before long, it became equally difficult to ignore the scent of stale sweat wafting around you. Amy clearly hadn't showered the night before, so there had been ample time for sweat and grime to accumulate as she slept through the sweltering summer heat.
While being ground back and forth as she walked was unpleasant enough, Amy's swamp ass soon formed a miasma around you that was truly unbearable, far worse than it had been yesterday when she first put you on. At first, you chalked the difference up to her poor hygiene yesterday, but not long into Amy's frenetic trek to her class, she tripped, inadvertently showing you more details of your predicament. She fell to her hands and knees, and as she did so her ass spread open slightly, temporarily letting you see again. You had heard her talking about a skirt of some kind, so you figured you'd see that blocking off your vision, but as you looked passively ahead, you instead saw Amy's bare ass in all its glory. This was not good, you immediately realized. Not good at all. In her rush to get dressed that morning, Amy had put on her panties inside out.
As your unaware captress sat through the rest of her biology class, you tried your best to make the most of this bad situation, wanting to stay optimistic. Surely Amy would realize her mistake soon, and at the very least flip her underwear the right way around. She had to go to the bathroom eventually, and then she'd notice, right? You focused on these thoughts as Amy's biology professor rambled in the background, saying something about ecosystems that you largely didn't understand. Despite the horrible environment surrounding you, you were nearly about to drift off to sleep when, from the corner of your eye, you spotted something you really wish you hadn't seen. A large bead of sweat the size of your entire head was slowly trickling down the side of Amy's cheek from wherever ungodly place it had formed, and it didn't take a genius to work out where it was headed. You wished now more than ever that Amy had at least had the sense to place you somewhere else on the panties, rather than the very center of the back, but there was nothing you could do about it now.
Agonizingly slowly, the sweat droplet rolled right on top of your face, and for a moment, it just sat there. You realized you had been holding your breath in fear, and went to inhale, but the sweat was still right over your mouth. Your mind started racing. Oh god, were you going to die? If you were flattened so deeply, why did you still need to breathe anyway? Not wanting to risk finding out the answers to these questions, you realized there was only one thing you could do.
The taste was as horrible as you had expected. Worse, really. You wanted so desperately to spit the sweat out, but with you effectively lying on your back, there was nowhere else for it to go. You had only just choked it all down when you saw another sweat drop heading your way, and you couldn't help but cry at what fate seemed to have in store for you.
After a half hour of this torture, Amy sat up, her class having ended. You were incredibly relieved, as you had already swallowed so much butt sweat that you could feel it sloshing around in your stomach as Amy jostled you back and forth. The thought of having to go through an entire day of sweat drinking worried you, but fortunately it seemed your prayers had been answered as Amy stopped by the bathroom before her next class.
She quickly made her way into the nearest stall and pulled you down around her legs. You looked up at her, hoping to meet her gaze, but your view of her face was blocked by her phone the entire time. She was so engrossed in whatever she was looking at, in fact, that she pulled you right back into place after lazily wiping a few times, not realizing for a moment that her panties were on inside out. This action, while totally inconsequential to Amy, had sealed your doom. You rocketed right back into her oblivious ass, but to your horror, this time she wasn't fully paying attention, and pulled her panties up tighter than normal. Still thinking only of her phone, she happily walked back to class, with you now pressed almost flush with her anus. You could only hope this wouldn't be the death of you.
After hours upon hours, Amy broke the seal her butt had made around you and stepped out of you to go take a shower. After that never-ending barrage of sweat and musk, you had never been so grateful for fresh air in your life. She had unintentionally wedgied you right into ground zero, and even farted right on you a few times, though that had been thankfully infrequent. Not knowing what was next for you, you enjoyed your temporary freedom as much as you could, and after twenty minutes or so, Amy stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself. She glanced at you briefly as she scooped up her clothes to carry them to the hamper, and as she saw your face she immediately realized the mistake she had made that morning. "Oh, gosh, what happened to you, Princess? Did I wear you inside out the whole day? You're all dirty!" She brought her face in close for a moment, but recoiled at the smell. "Phew, and stinky too. I sure hope this'll come out in the wash. I can barely stand it!"
"How do you think I feel?" You tried to say, but your face remained frozen in its usual wide grin. Instead, you heard "Don't worry about me Amy, I love it in here!" come from above you, as Amy spoke for you in an embarrassing falsetto-y voice. "That's the spirit!" said Amy, in her regular voice. "I love you, my little booty princess." You flushed with embarrassment at being spoken to this way, though you weren't sure if "I love you" or "booty princess" was the more embarrassing part. As Amy playfully flicked you into her hamper, you realized you would have quite a bit of time to decide.
A few days later, Amy finally got around to doing her laundry again, but what happened then?
A. Amy puts you through the wash like normal, but her butt has done such a number on you that she doesn't want to wear you right-side out anymore...
B. Amy decides that heavy duty stains need some heavy duty cleaning, and adds bleach to your load. Whatever that means for you, it probably isn't good.
C. Just when you think your luck has run out, a miracle arrives at last. Maybe Amy finally realizes you're not just a sticker, or maybe Professor Erin feels guilty and tracks you down herself. Either way, things are looking up!
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