Quinn Admits Where She Has You Trapped
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
luigi626
Hunter, he's... uh..." Quinn's voice faltered as she willed herself to maintain her composure. You could feel the quake of panic vibrating down her anal canyon, her sphincter muscles clenching you like a vise.
"He's taking a nap," she blurted out, her face turning beet red. "Yeah, he had a long day and needed some rest."
Your heart beat wildly in your chest at her lie. A nap? You wished!
"Is that so?" Morgan questioned, raising an eyebrow at Quinn suspiciously. She put down a box of cereal and leant against the counter, crossing her arms over her chest as she studied Quinn's face carefully. "He seemed pretty wired when we left earlier."
"Yeah well, he gets tired easily," Quinn tried to laugh it off but the sound was strangled and nervous. She hopped up onto the counter, trying to appear casual. All you felt was the jostling motion of her hopping up and then her huge bottom squashing you further against her clenched anus; the tight string of the purple thong at your back giving you no other choice.
Avery, having momentarily glanced up from her phone, let out a giggle. "Quinn, you're blushing! Are you hiding something?" She spun on her heels and bounced over to her twin, relishing the chance to prod at Quinn.
"I'm not hiding anything!" Quinn's voice came out too high-pitched, her eyes darting nervously between the two other girls. The vibration of her speech reverberated against your body, trapped in the cavern of her colossal rear.
A bead of sweat rolled down Quinn’s backside and onto your face as you listened to their conversation. As their discussion continued, you could feel Quinn's muscles contracting around you in a response to her anxiety, keeping you pressed against her clenched sphincter.
"Really?" Morgan asked, her tone was filled with disbelief. "Then why are you getting so defensive?" Avery was grinning now. She loved any chance to tease Quinn, especially when it seemed that something was clearly making her uncomfortable.
Morgan approached Quinn, a look of concern knitting her eyebrows. “If something’s wrong, you can tell us,” she insisted softly, her voice carrying a gentle sincerity that seemed to crack the façade of nonchalance Quinn was desperately clinging onto.
Quinn bit her lower lip and shifted uncomfortably on the counter, causing the thong to slide back and forth, and you to get smeared repeatedly over her smelly anus. You were becoming intimately acquainted with the pungent scent of sweat and past flatulence, as well as the texture of her wrinkled anal muscles and the coarse hairs surrounding it.
Morgan approached Quinn, a look of concern knitting her eyebrows. “If something’s wrong, you can tell us,” she insisted softly, her voice carrying a gentle sincerity that seemed to crack the façade of nonchalance Quinn was desperately clinging onto.
Quinn met Morgan's steady gaze. "Guys, it's just been...a weird night, okay?" She sighed deeply, the exhalation causing a ripple across your concealed prison, making you shift uncomfortably as the fabric of the thong pressed even tighter against you.
Avery sauntered closer, leaning forward with hands braced on her hips. "Weird how?" she prodded, her curious gaze locked on Quinn.
Quinn hesitated, the line of her jaw tightening. "Just... stuff with Hunter," she murmured, seemingly deciding on telling the truth over an elaborate lie. The tension rolled off her in waves, tight and tangy like the air before a storm.
Morgan softened her stance but persisted. “We’re your friends, Quinn,” she reminded gently. “Whatever it is, we’re here for you.”
The hesitance in Quinn's eyes flickered like a faulty light bulb before she seemed to make up her mind. With a deep, steadying breath, she started to confess, her words tumbling out in a rush. "Okay, okay! Hunter isn't just taking a nap. I... I may have kind of accidentally..."
Quinn paused, struggling with the truth that seemed almost too bizarre to admit. Her hands gripped the edge of the counter as if she needed it to anchor herself. "Hunter and I had a fight, and uh, things got a bit out of hand."
Morgan's expression shifted from concern to confusion. "Out of hand? Quinn, what are you saying?"
Avery narrowed her eyes slightly, sensing the gravity of the confession about to be unveiled. She moved closer, her presence a tangible beacon of support for her flustered friend. "Quinn, you can trust us," she reinforced softly.
Summoning the courage to confront the truth, Quinn finally met their gaze, her eyes filled with a fear she had been trying to suppress. "You won't believe me... but Hunter is... he's-" She faltered, her breath hitching as she tried to find the right words.
"He's where?" Avery asked, trying to prompt Quinn along. The tension in the room was palpable now, a nervous sea waiting for the storm to break.
"In my... rear end."
How do Avery and Morgan react?
"He's taking a nap," she blurted out, her face turning beet red. "Yeah, he had a long day and needed some rest."
Your heart beat wildly in your chest at her lie. A nap? You wished!
"Is that so?" Morgan questioned, raising an eyebrow at Quinn suspiciously. She put down a box of cereal and leant against the counter, crossing her arms over her chest as she studied Quinn's face carefully. "He seemed pretty wired when we left earlier."
"Yeah well, he gets tired easily," Quinn tried to laugh it off but the sound was strangled and nervous. She hopped up onto the counter, trying to appear casual. All you felt was the jostling motion of her hopping up and then her huge bottom squashing you further against her clenched anus; the tight string of the purple thong at your back giving you no other choice.
Avery, having momentarily glanced up from her phone, let out a giggle. "Quinn, you're blushing! Are you hiding something?" She spun on her heels and bounced over to her twin, relishing the chance to prod at Quinn.
"I'm not hiding anything!" Quinn's voice came out too high-pitched, her eyes darting nervously between the two other girls. The vibration of her speech reverberated against your body, trapped in the cavern of her colossal rear.
A bead of sweat rolled down Quinn’s backside and onto your face as you listened to their conversation. As their discussion continued, you could feel Quinn's muscles contracting around you in a response to her anxiety, keeping you pressed against her clenched sphincter.
"Really?" Morgan asked, her tone was filled with disbelief. "Then why are you getting so defensive?" Avery was grinning now. She loved any chance to tease Quinn, especially when it seemed that something was clearly making her uncomfortable.
Morgan approached Quinn, a look of concern knitting her eyebrows. “If something’s wrong, you can tell us,” she insisted softly, her voice carrying a gentle sincerity that seemed to crack the façade of nonchalance Quinn was desperately clinging onto.
Quinn bit her lower lip and shifted uncomfortably on the counter, causing the thong to slide back and forth, and you to get smeared repeatedly over her smelly anus. You were becoming intimately acquainted with the pungent scent of sweat and past flatulence, as well as the texture of her wrinkled anal muscles and the coarse hairs surrounding it.
Morgan approached Quinn, a look of concern knitting her eyebrows. “If something’s wrong, you can tell us,” she insisted softly, her voice carrying a gentle sincerity that seemed to crack the façade of nonchalance Quinn was desperately clinging onto.
Quinn met Morgan's steady gaze. "Guys, it's just been...a weird night, okay?" She sighed deeply, the exhalation causing a ripple across your concealed prison, making you shift uncomfortably as the fabric of the thong pressed even tighter against you.
Avery sauntered closer, leaning forward with hands braced on her hips. "Weird how?" she prodded, her curious gaze locked on Quinn.
Quinn hesitated, the line of her jaw tightening. "Just... stuff with Hunter," she murmured, seemingly deciding on telling the truth over an elaborate lie. The tension rolled off her in waves, tight and tangy like the air before a storm.
Morgan softened her stance but persisted. “We’re your friends, Quinn,” she reminded gently. “Whatever it is, we’re here for you.”
The hesitance in Quinn's eyes flickered like a faulty light bulb before she seemed to make up her mind. With a deep, steadying breath, she started to confess, her words tumbling out in a rush. "Okay, okay! Hunter isn't just taking a nap. I... I may have kind of accidentally..."
Quinn paused, struggling with the truth that seemed almost too bizarre to admit. Her hands gripped the edge of the counter as if she needed it to anchor herself. "Hunter and I had a fight, and uh, things got a bit out of hand."
Morgan's expression shifted from concern to confusion. "Out of hand? Quinn, what are you saying?"
Avery narrowed her eyes slightly, sensing the gravity of the confession about to be unveiled. She moved closer, her presence a tangible beacon of support for her flustered friend. "Quinn, you can trust us," she reinforced softly.
Summoning the courage to confront the truth, Quinn finally met their gaze, her eyes filled with a fear she had been trying to suppress. "You won't believe me... but Hunter is... he's-" She faltered, her breath hitching as she tried to find the right words.
"He's where?" Avery asked, trying to prompt Quinn along. The tension in the room was palpable now, a nervous sea waiting for the storm to break.
"In my... rear end."
How do Avery and Morgan react?
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April 23, 2025
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