So there they were. Together. In this totally romantic... cave.
Heather just sat there, holding the tiny Gwen in her lap. Meanwhile Gwen was confused. Didn’t this chick hate her? Why the sudden change?
But then things took a turn for the weird when heather started pulling her shorts down.
“I’ll be gentle, okay?” She made sure to ask before lowering Gwen between her thighs. Gwen was about ready to scream, as the giantess’ pussy closed in, but then the bigger teen... kept her promise?
Holding the tiny Gwen close, she slowly, carefully rubbed the tiny girl against her sex. Her swollen clit worked its way between Gwen’s legs, and next thing she knew, the two of them were having weird, yet creative and unexpected sex. Never did Heather look like she was about to force Gwen into something unpleasant, never did any malice show in her actions. Why, if she didn’t know better, she could’ve sworn her old rival had changed entirely.
With a moan and a lurch, Heather’s grip on Gwen loosened, and she let the girl rest on her lower belly as she laid back, panting. “Ohh, that was awesome...”
Gwen just stared up at the giant teen. Sweaty, heaving, but practically glowing. What the hell had happened to her?
Either way, Gwen wasn’t complaining. No more petty rivalry it seemed. So what was a shrunken teenager to do with her giant friend?
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