Quinn's Companion
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 19
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"Now he has two girls to choose from!" Avery flirtatiously winked at you, causing a rough shiver to run down your spine. "But we all know who he really loves, don't we?"
Suddenly, the door to Morgan's bedroom flew open as Quinn rushed in. "Quinn!" You called, eager to get anyone who wasn't one of these two giantess twins who were so eager to wrap you around their hips in on the discussion.
"Quinn?" Avery muttered, obliviously not even noticing her curvy roommate had entered. "What do you mean you love Quinn?" Avery muttered before getting tapped on her shoulder in surprise.
Quinn took in the sight of Morgan's freshly tear-stained cheeks, and in confusion heard Avery's last remark and was now more curious about what was going on than ever. "Umm, hey? What the hell's going on in here?" Peering down she now noticed your tiny form in-between her two other roommates and casually spoke down, "Oh, there you are Hunter. It's almost weird to see you not wrapped around Avery's hips."
Avery and Morgan exchanged glances before bursting into a fit of giggles. Morgan was the first to fill her in, explaining Hunter had actually opted to be worn by her for a few days instead to ease her mind on the whole license thing. Quinn was in shock as she heard Morgan lament all about how comfy you were for her excruciating workout, and even made sure to repeat your little point that it was kinda like a workout yourself.
"And that's when he called out your name!" Avery finished Morgan's story for her, fully catching the black-haired beauty up to speed.
Quinn was almost more confused after hearing everything, hadn't you been going on and on about how this license was a huge misunderstanding? Wanting to hear it from your mouth first, Quinn could only look down at you and point to herself, asking, "You want to come with me?"
In all honesty, that was exactly what you wanted, Quinn's calm and collected demeanor was the exact thing you needed right now to help you come up with a plan to rid yourself of this license and get it through these twin's heads that you had only been trying to spare their feelings. You yelled up your approval, and were about to ask to have some alone time with her to talk things through, when a hand roughly grabbed you from behind and carried you into the air.
"Here, let me help! I'm basically becoming a pro at this by now!" Before you could even yell at the pink-haired girl to stop, Avery had already tugged on each of your limbs, and pulled your face taut, to begin reshaping you into a damn thong. "Ta-da! He can only really become one size, but don't worry Quinn, he's super duper stretchy!"
Morgan took on a hefty pout as she watched you get handed over, promising herself she'd have you back as soon as she could. She knew in her heart you must love being under her the most, but it still begged the question why you asked to be worn by Quinn. She figured you probably were just such a nice guy you didn't want anyone to be left out, but that should be besides the point when she needed you the most.
"For his sake, I hope you're right..." Quinn sheepishly muttered, grabbing a large mass of her booty in her hand as she remarked just how much he was about to have to deal with.
Avery urged Quinn to go hurry and try him on, eager to be complimented on her tiny-forming skills. It was funny, despite Avery seemingly loving to wear you so much, she was just as happy seeing her roommates share in the fun, much to your misfortune as you were about to be worn by the third girl in the span of a couple days.
You were swung in the thick girl's grasp as she simply walked back to her own room, your loose panty-like body flying around and even smacking into Quinn's ginormous rear every few steps. Upon entering her room, Quinn tossed you upon her barely made bed, before staring down at you with a nervously bit lip.
"You really wanted this, huh?" Quinn asked with an eyebrow cocked in confusion. She dropped her pants, exposing her gigantic pale moons to you as the wobbled freely. You gulped, you really hadn't even been considering just how wide Quinn's booty was when you hastily called out for her help, but also you never expected Avery would swoop in and stop you from talking to her first!
Shrugging, Quinn continued, "I guess I wouldn't want to be worn under someone as hyper as Avery or as...active as Morgan either." Quinn shuddered, taking massive pity on you for what you must've just been through to come to her. "Well don't worry Hunter, I'm still working on getting your license undone and all I really do is sit around, so you shouldn't have too much to worry about."
Plopping you between her feet, you couldn't even make out the back of Quinn's head from behind her pale booty. Just tugging you up her large thighs was already proving difficult, and you felt your limbs straining against her plush flesh. Finally though, your face rocketed against her warm crack, and you heard Quinn groaning as she continued to pull on your waistband area.
After slamming your face brutally into the bottom of her crack a half dozen times, finally Quinn seemed to force your body to conform as you felt the dam of pressure break as your face plunged deep into the Earthy interior of the girl's butt. You immediately were swallowed into an oppressive heat, heat that was clearly matched by a sheen of sweat only laden on the interior of the plump ass.
"Ah there we go," Quinn sighed happily, squatting down to make sure you were nice and snug. "Sheesh, you really are comfy. I thought Avery was just being her typical pervy-self but I could get used to this!" Quinn quickly hovered a hand to her mouth as she realized what she said, "U-until we get your license revoked, of course."
Quinn's little squat inflicted a new hell on you as your body was pulled to it's deepest limits by the remarkably thick girl adorning you. You wished you'd never spoken Quinn's name as the weight and heat of her rear was unmatched compared to the silky buns of Avery or the firm butt of Morgan. Quinn almost thought about apologizing for the sweat she produced, but quickly shrugged it off since you must be used to ass sweat by now.
Walking out of her room, Quinn was content with watching a little TV before settling on working on your license some more. As she stepped out of her room though, she was assaulted by compliments on her figure by the excitable Avery, to which she took on a rosy blush and quickly left to be alone.
You figured the less active lifestyle of Quinn might work in your favor, but in reality it was just part of a double-edged sword. While Morgan's cheeks chewed you with each step, Quinn's overwhelming weight crushed you deeper into her rear the longer she sat upon you.
Hours passed by with zero-acknowledgement from your wearer, mostly due to Quinn being somewhat uncomfortable with the situation itself, repeating to herself that she was just wearing normal panties over and over to calm her nerves. This resulted in Quinn getting almost a little too comfortable atop you, even letting loose upon you a few times, the first of which she went red in embarrassment, only to totally shrug it off every time after since you must've been expecting that when you begged her to be worn.
Quinn didn't even seem to worry about taking you off the next day, as she figured you made a better bikini than even the one she wore to work on Sanderson Beach. Returning you to the scene of where your license debacle had begun, Quinn basked in the sun, all while you were sealed in darkness, only your front along Quinn's intimates getting a searing tan from the harsh sun. As the hours droned on, sweat dribbled freely down the pale girl's back, only to meet it's end pooling in her life-guard's chair along with you.
Quinn wasn't being totally heartless however, she was still opting to work on removing your license, even if she was enjoying your use more and more with each day. While Morgan seemed to be dragging her feet on the matter ever since she'd worn you, Quinn kept trying, even finding out the numbers for some of your relatives! She figured who better to speak on your behalf than the people who were legally bound to you, not to mention who had known you your entire life.
A list of names came up, all with your same last name. Quinn scratched at her crack, smearing you against the walls of her rotund booty as she scanned the list. No relationship details came up though, so she figured she'd have to just take a guess and see who they were after the fact...
Quinn called over her shoulder to you, totally unaware if you could even hear her but still wanting to keep you somewhat involved, "Alright, Hunter, I'm going to try calling..."
Suddenly, the door to Morgan's bedroom flew open as Quinn rushed in. "Quinn!" You called, eager to get anyone who wasn't one of these two giantess twins who were so eager to wrap you around their hips in on the discussion.
"Quinn?" Avery muttered, obliviously not even noticing her curvy roommate had entered. "What do you mean you love Quinn?" Avery muttered before getting tapped on her shoulder in surprise.
Quinn took in the sight of Morgan's freshly tear-stained cheeks, and in confusion heard Avery's last remark and was now more curious about what was going on than ever. "Umm, hey? What the hell's going on in here?" Peering down she now noticed your tiny form in-between her two other roommates and casually spoke down, "Oh, there you are Hunter. It's almost weird to see you not wrapped around Avery's hips."
Avery and Morgan exchanged glances before bursting into a fit of giggles. Morgan was the first to fill her in, explaining Hunter had actually opted to be worn by her for a few days instead to ease her mind on the whole license thing. Quinn was in shock as she heard Morgan lament all about how comfy you were for her excruciating workout, and even made sure to repeat your little point that it was kinda like a workout yourself.
"And that's when he called out your name!" Avery finished Morgan's story for her, fully catching the black-haired beauty up to speed.
Quinn was almost more confused after hearing everything, hadn't you been going on and on about how this license was a huge misunderstanding? Wanting to hear it from your mouth first, Quinn could only look down at you and point to herself, asking, "You want to come with me?"
In all honesty, that was exactly what you wanted, Quinn's calm and collected demeanor was the exact thing you needed right now to help you come up with a plan to rid yourself of this license and get it through these twin's heads that you had only been trying to spare their feelings. You yelled up your approval, and were about to ask to have some alone time with her to talk things through, when a hand roughly grabbed you from behind and carried you into the air.
"Here, let me help! I'm basically becoming a pro at this by now!" Before you could even yell at the pink-haired girl to stop, Avery had already tugged on each of your limbs, and pulled your face taut, to begin reshaping you into a damn thong. "Ta-da! He can only really become one size, but don't worry Quinn, he's super duper stretchy!"
Morgan took on a hefty pout as she watched you get handed over, promising herself she'd have you back as soon as she could. She knew in her heart you must love being under her the most, but it still begged the question why you asked to be worn by Quinn. She figured you probably were just such a nice guy you didn't want anyone to be left out, but that should be besides the point when she needed you the most.
"For his sake, I hope you're right..." Quinn sheepishly muttered, grabbing a large mass of her booty in her hand as she remarked just how much he was about to have to deal with.
Avery urged Quinn to go hurry and try him on, eager to be complimented on her tiny-forming skills. It was funny, despite Avery seemingly loving to wear you so much, she was just as happy seeing her roommates share in the fun, much to your misfortune as you were about to be worn by the third girl in the span of a couple days.
You were swung in the thick girl's grasp as she simply walked back to her own room, your loose panty-like body flying around and even smacking into Quinn's ginormous rear every few steps. Upon entering her room, Quinn tossed you upon her barely made bed, before staring down at you with a nervously bit lip.
"You really wanted this, huh?" Quinn asked with an eyebrow cocked in confusion. She dropped her pants, exposing her gigantic pale moons to you as the wobbled freely. You gulped, you really hadn't even been considering just how wide Quinn's booty was when you hastily called out for her help, but also you never expected Avery would swoop in and stop you from talking to her first!
Shrugging, Quinn continued, "I guess I wouldn't want to be worn under someone as hyper as Avery or as...active as Morgan either." Quinn shuddered, taking massive pity on you for what you must've just been through to come to her. "Well don't worry Hunter, I'm still working on getting your license undone and all I really do is sit around, so you shouldn't have too much to worry about."
Plopping you between her feet, you couldn't even make out the back of Quinn's head from behind her pale booty. Just tugging you up her large thighs was already proving difficult, and you felt your limbs straining against her plush flesh. Finally though, your face rocketed against her warm crack, and you heard Quinn groaning as she continued to pull on your waistband area.
After slamming your face brutally into the bottom of her crack a half dozen times, finally Quinn seemed to force your body to conform as you felt the dam of pressure break as your face plunged deep into the Earthy interior of the girl's butt. You immediately were swallowed into an oppressive heat, heat that was clearly matched by a sheen of sweat only laden on the interior of the plump ass.
"Ah there we go," Quinn sighed happily, squatting down to make sure you were nice and snug. "Sheesh, you really are comfy. I thought Avery was just being her typical pervy-self but I could get used to this!" Quinn quickly hovered a hand to her mouth as she realized what she said, "U-until we get your license revoked, of course."
Quinn's little squat inflicted a new hell on you as your body was pulled to it's deepest limits by the remarkably thick girl adorning you. You wished you'd never spoken Quinn's name as the weight and heat of her rear was unmatched compared to the silky buns of Avery or the firm butt of Morgan. Quinn almost thought about apologizing for the sweat she produced, but quickly shrugged it off since you must be used to ass sweat by now.
Walking out of her room, Quinn was content with watching a little TV before settling on working on your license some more. As she stepped out of her room though, she was assaulted by compliments on her figure by the excitable Avery, to which she took on a rosy blush and quickly left to be alone.
You figured the less active lifestyle of Quinn might work in your favor, but in reality it was just part of a double-edged sword. While Morgan's cheeks chewed you with each step, Quinn's overwhelming weight crushed you deeper into her rear the longer she sat upon you.
Hours passed by with zero-acknowledgement from your wearer, mostly due to Quinn being somewhat uncomfortable with the situation itself, repeating to herself that she was just wearing normal panties over and over to calm her nerves. This resulted in Quinn getting almost a little too comfortable atop you, even letting loose upon you a few times, the first of which she went red in embarrassment, only to totally shrug it off every time after since you must've been expecting that when you begged her to be worn.
Quinn didn't even seem to worry about taking you off the next day, as she figured you made a better bikini than even the one she wore to work on Sanderson Beach. Returning you to the scene of where your license debacle had begun, Quinn basked in the sun, all while you were sealed in darkness, only your front along Quinn's intimates getting a searing tan from the harsh sun. As the hours droned on, sweat dribbled freely down the pale girl's back, only to meet it's end pooling in her life-guard's chair along with you.
Quinn wasn't being totally heartless however, she was still opting to work on removing your license, even if she was enjoying your use more and more with each day. While Morgan seemed to be dragging her feet on the matter ever since she'd worn you, Quinn kept trying, even finding out the numbers for some of your relatives! She figured who better to speak on your behalf than the people who were legally bound to you, not to mention who had known you your entire life.
A list of names came up, all with your same last name. Quinn scratched at her crack, smearing you against the walls of her rotund booty as she scanned the list. No relationship details came up though, so she figured she'd have to just take a guess and see who they were after the fact...
Quinn called over her shoulder to you, totally unaware if you could even hear her but still wanting to keep you somewhat involved, "Alright, Hunter, I'm going to try calling..."
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