Shocking Response
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 18
by
copier
· original author:
vayewe
You contemplate your answer as Becky looks you up and down. If she had taken the time to sort through decades worth of clothes, just to make things right, maybe Becky had changed. Maybe she really meant all this. Maybe...just maybe...she really liked you. And undeniably, you considered the plight of these clothes. It was undeniable that for them, it must have been hell on earth. For the pair of sandals, you can only imagine years of being trod on (whether they were the sandal's thong or sole, you weren't sure). For the bra, holding up her very large bosom. For the thongs, granny panties, cheeky briefs, and boxers...containing her thick thighs and hips. For the socks, being wrapped around her toes, and the soft pads of her angelic feet. For the hair tie, holding her lovely blonde locks in place.
You contemplate your answer. You contemplate your growing erection too, and try your best to not be swayed by the hormones racing through your body.
"Becky. Please, even if it's an expense to you, even if we aren't sure if they are mentally still there, we have to let these people go. I'll...youcanusemeinsteadasyourclothes." You say, trying to throw that last line in as your voice squeaks near the end.
Becky's eyes light up. "Oh, my~." She seems to take the initiative in the conversation after what you said.
"Hunter, hunter, hunter. You are so...." She comes close to you. "noble!" Another smooch covers you. "I agree with you, of course. Quinn and I spoke about this before you came, and well, she's going to help me. Some of her friends are there..." Becky points to the scattered folded clothes. "So we thought it best for her to free them."
You nod, still blushing red from your admission.
"BUT!" Becky says, sitting up on the bed, and lightly doing a butt tap on the bed to make the mattress shake. "You are a selfish boy, aren't you~. I offer you my cake and cream puffs, and you ask for a long-term stay with them."
You rush to correct her. "T-temporary! Just to h-help you cope with...uhm...losing them?" You say, not even believing your concocted story by the end of your statement. Becky puts her hands on her hips as she listens to you squeak, giggling. She wags her finger. It reminds you a bit of your first one-on-one, where she called you a bug, but this time, you feel rather safe. Key word rather.
"Hunter, relax. I wouldn't turn my savior into a pair of panties I wore only on stressful days. But still, I appreciate your - let's call it care...about my 'coping'." She says, pulling off her dress to expose her matching set of underwear. Both the panties and bra land next to you on the bed, before she lays down ontop of them. It's a sight to beyond, truly, only interrupted by Becky sliding her finger around you as she continues to taunt you just a bit. "Now, before you wish to join my wardrobe...let us take care of one another, yes?"
Becky seems in her element as you rush to take off your pants. For a brief second, all light goes out from above you as Becky swings her juicy thighs over you. It puts you between them, allowing you unfiltered viewing of her vagina. You begin to walk towards her as she scoots towards you, both of you meeting one another in an embrace. Immediately sensing where her most sensitive parts are (their pulsing helps), you find your whole body rubbing, licking and grinding against them as Becky struggles to keep up. Your dick too, thrusting against her, pulses and quivers, as you hear Becky repeat your name over and over again. Honestly, you forget your name, only thinking of one moniker as Becky manipulates your body while you toy with her - Becky.
It isn't until an undetermined amount of time later (when the sun has certainly dipped a bit) that you hear Quinn knock on the door. Mid-rut, both you and Becky, now having moved to kissing and caressing each other, abruptly stop. You look at the door.
"Everything alright Hunter?" Quinn says, clearly a bit...concerned. You, covered in your own juices, Becky's fluid, and whatever else you two had gotten up to, can only shout back as Becky brings you closer to the door so you can be heard.
"Just peachy!" You reply.
"Hunter's helping me with...some coping.~" Becky says, her free hand teasing you flagging dick. You spurt again.
"Perfect! I'm going to get some ice cream with Avery and Morgan, be back in a bit to pick Hunter up." Quinn says.
You don't have to imagine how Quinn walking off looks as you see her mother's body jiggle and shake while she giggles. It's a sight to behold. Curves in all the perfect places, her juices still dripping between her legs, som-
"Earth to Hunter, let's get washed up while she's gone." Becky says with a kiss and a smile. She loves those full body kisses.
Now back in her room, and very, very clean (she made sure of that), you sit in the repentant MILFs lap. Her lovely thighs are the perfect cushion. You lay on them like a park bench, looking up into her eyes. She looks down into yours, and it feels oddly intimate, like you were back in time with her. At least in her own eyes, she looks to be reliving a moment.
"Now Hunter, I hope you liked your actual dessert." Becky says to you with a lovely light air in her voice. "I...were you serious earlier about being my clothes? I would never hurt you! I swear! That's just...so sweet. I never considered a Tiny volunteering to do that. It always seemed like a punishment. But really, it sounds intimate and lovely. I'd make sure you were comfortable, and wouldn't keep you for long."
You were dead serious. "Of course. I wouldn't say it's the most comfortable thing at first. But I have a lovely model to be latched onto." You say, kissing her thighs.
Becky giggles. "You are a sweet talker~. If I am candid with you, I always found having a tiny on my body, even as a hair tie, really made me feel better. Before you saving my life, maybe it was vengeance fueling me, but now, I couldn't imagine doing that to anyone..."
She looks down at your again. "But you." She sends you a kiss through the air.
All sorts of emotions are swirling through you right now as you consider what to request to be turned into (if you request anything at all!). Becky seems to look at you with a fire in her eyes.
You contemplate your answer. You contemplate your growing erection too, and try your best to not be swayed by the hormones racing through your body.
"Becky. Please, even if it's an expense to you, even if we aren't sure if they are mentally still there, we have to let these people go. I'll...youcanusemeinsteadasyourclothes." You say, trying to throw that last line in as your voice squeaks near the end.
Becky's eyes light up. "Oh, my~." She seems to take the initiative in the conversation after what you said.
"Hunter, hunter, hunter. You are so...." She comes close to you. "noble!" Another smooch covers you. "I agree with you, of course. Quinn and I spoke about this before you came, and well, she's going to help me. Some of her friends are there..." Becky points to the scattered folded clothes. "So we thought it best for her to free them."
You nod, still blushing red from your admission.
"BUT!" Becky says, sitting up on the bed, and lightly doing a butt tap on the bed to make the mattress shake. "You are a selfish boy, aren't you~. I offer you my cake and cream puffs, and you ask for a long-term stay with them."
You rush to correct her. "T-temporary! Just to h-help you cope with...uhm...losing them?" You say, not even believing your concocted story by the end of your statement. Becky puts her hands on her hips as she listens to you squeak, giggling. She wags her finger. It reminds you a bit of your first one-on-one, where she called you a bug, but this time, you feel rather safe. Key word rather.
"Hunter, relax. I wouldn't turn my savior into a pair of panties I wore only on stressful days. But still, I appreciate your - let's call it care...about my 'coping'." She says, pulling off her dress to expose her matching set of underwear. Both the panties and bra land next to you on the bed, before she lays down ontop of them. It's a sight to beyond, truly, only interrupted by Becky sliding her finger around you as she continues to taunt you just a bit. "Now, before you wish to join my wardrobe...let us take care of one another, yes?"
Becky seems in her element as you rush to take off your pants. For a brief second, all light goes out from above you as Becky swings her juicy thighs over you. It puts you between them, allowing you unfiltered viewing of her vagina. You begin to walk towards her as she scoots towards you, both of you meeting one another in an embrace. Immediately sensing where her most sensitive parts are (their pulsing helps), you find your whole body rubbing, licking and grinding against them as Becky struggles to keep up. Your dick too, thrusting against her, pulses and quivers, as you hear Becky repeat your name over and over again. Honestly, you forget your name, only thinking of one moniker as Becky manipulates your body while you toy with her - Becky.
It isn't until an undetermined amount of time later (when the sun has certainly dipped a bit) that you hear Quinn knock on the door. Mid-rut, both you and Becky, now having moved to kissing and caressing each other, abruptly stop. You look at the door.
"Everything alright Hunter?" Quinn says, clearly a bit...concerned. You, covered in your own juices, Becky's fluid, and whatever else you two had gotten up to, can only shout back as Becky brings you closer to the door so you can be heard.
"Just peachy!" You reply.
"Hunter's helping me with...some coping.~" Becky says, her free hand teasing you flagging dick. You spurt again.
"Perfect! I'm going to get some ice cream with Avery and Morgan, be back in a bit to pick Hunter up." Quinn says.
You don't have to imagine how Quinn walking off looks as you see her mother's body jiggle and shake while she giggles. It's a sight to behold. Curves in all the perfect places, her juices still dripping between her legs, som-
"Earth to Hunter, let's get washed up while she's gone." Becky says with a kiss and a smile. She loves those full body kisses.
Now back in her room, and very, very clean (she made sure of that), you sit in the repentant MILFs lap. Her lovely thighs are the perfect cushion. You lay on them like a park bench, looking up into her eyes. She looks down into yours, and it feels oddly intimate, like you were back in time with her. At least in her own eyes, she looks to be reliving a moment.
"Now Hunter, I hope you liked your actual dessert." Becky says to you with a lovely light air in her voice. "I...were you serious earlier about being my clothes? I would never hurt you! I swear! That's just...so sweet. I never considered a Tiny volunteering to do that. It always seemed like a punishment. But really, it sounds intimate and lovely. I'd make sure you were comfortable, and wouldn't keep you for long."
You were dead serious. "Of course. I wouldn't say it's the most comfortable thing at first. But I have a lovely model to be latched onto." You say, kissing her thighs.
Becky giggles. "You are a sweet talker~. If I am candid with you, I always found having a tiny on my body, even as a hair tie, really made me feel better. Before you saving my life, maybe it was vengeance fueling me, but now, I couldn't imagine doing that to anyone..."
She looks down at your again. "But you." She sends you a kiss through the air.
All sorts of emotions are swirling through you right now as you consider what to request to be turned into (if you request anything at all!). Becky seems to look at you with a fire in her eyes.
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