Keeping her iron gaze, Heather frowned. “Where is he, Chelsea?”
Chelsea paled, but kept her voice even. “Who? Who is ‘he’?”
Heather shook her head. “Your designated tiny dormmate. Every girl in this dorm has one outside their door. I believe yours is…Thomas Swift?”
“Why would he be in here with me? That’s against the dorm rules, right?”
Heather’s eyes narrowed, and she began pacing around the room, scanning the floor and shelves. “Do you know how many tinies I’ve found in dorms, just today? Eleven. Six of them were making love to their partner. Two of them were ‘studying’, but I found that suspicious. Two were plastered to their dormmates in very…comprising positions…without their knowledge. Perhaps accidentally. And the last one was…being held against his will, so to speak.”
“What?”
Heather clicked her tongue. “I’m looking into that case. Regardless, I know Thomas Swift is in here. No giantess resists the allure of a tiny all to herself. Not for long, and I speak from personal observation experience. Some girls want a boyfriend, some want a study buddy, some want a pet, and some want…more. Just show me where he is.”
“Even if…hypothetically…I DID have him in here…” Chelsea began. “…what would happen?”
“You’d be put on probation.” Heather explained matter-o-factly. “And the tiny would be punished. I have several unique methods of doing so that the college board approves of.
Chelsea gulped, and her heartrate increased. Buried under tons of flesh, you winced at the sudden and very loud pounding of your guardian angel’s heartbeat. Your mind was beginning to sway, the allure of unconsciousness calling to you from behind the veil of heat, sweat, and pressure.
The brunette bombshell shifted on her feet. “Look, Tom isn’t in here. He went off to breakfast after I said hello to him this morning. You can trust me Heather.”
Heather huffed. “Believe me, I want to. I’m not trying to be the bad guy here.”
“I know that.” Chelsea nodded, sensing her opportunity. She placed a hand on Heather’s shoulder. “And I’m not trying to give you a hard time. Tom was never in here…intentionally. We all have accidents with tinies from time to time.”
Heather spared her a small smile. “…I found Jeremy between my toes the other night, AFTER I’d spent over an hour toying with some ‘lint’ while studying. It…uh…wasn’t lint. He’d snuck in the ask for help studying.” Chelsea stifled a giggle, and to her surprise, so did Heather. “I apologized profusely, of course.”
Chelsea gave Heather an earnest smile for perhaps the first time since meeting the girl. “I know you’re just doing your job Heather.”
“Thanks Chelsea.” Heather smiled back. “You might be the first person who hasn’t insulted me today. Or this week.”
“Oh god, really?” Chelsea balked, instantly angry. “People insult you? You’re just keeping things orderly!”
“I’m afraid they don’t see it that way.” Heather shrugged. “I’ve gotten used to it.” She bent down to reach for her heels, and her phone slipped out of her pocket and onto the floor. Seeing Heather’s hands full with her heels, Chelsea bent at the waist to grab her RA’s fallen phone, demonstrating her flexibility, and quite inadvertently ruining everything.
Chelsea’s boobs dangled as she bent over, and your world inside of her cleavage tilted at a drastic, sharp angle. Slightly squished inside of your fleshy prison, and coated in slippery sweat, your body slipped right through the literal crack, and out from between Chelsea’s large breasts. At the angle you fell, you slammed right down onto the end of Chelsea’s bed, landing roughly on your back.
Chelsea fought back a startled cry at seeing you fall out from between her tits, cursing herself for lack of foresight as she stood back up with Heather’s phone in hand. However, nothing prepared her for what happened next, as Heather sat back onto Chelsea’s bed to slip her heels back on, miniskirt stretching up her back at the last second, the final sight you saw being Heather’s creamy butt cheeks surprisingly held in only a skimpy blue thong.
Heather’s right butt cheek slammed onto you, pancaking your malleable body into oblivion beneath her tight, rather large butt. Against her bare skin, you felt your sweat-covered body stick to Heather’s pristine rear end. Perhaps distracted by thought, Heather didn’t feel a thing, nor notice Chelsea’s horrified expression. She simply slipped her heels on and stood back up, self-consciously shimmying her miniskirt back down over her derriere.
“Thanks for being nice, Chelsea.” Heather gave the stunned brunette a friendly wave as she opened the door. “Maybe…we could hang out sometime?” She proposed, closing the door and leaving before receiving an answer.
As soon as the coast was clear, Chelsea sank to her knees and peered down onto her bed. “Please be here, please be here, please don’t be stuck to Heather’s butt, please don’t be stuck to Heather’s butt…” Chelsea repeated her mantra over and over, searching for any sign of you.
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