“I guess we could just watch a movie, if you’ve got something good.” You suggested, shrugging your shoulders. “I’m down to just chill out today. I don’t have anything planned.”
“Dude, I’ve got Netflix.” Chelsea rolled her eyes. “There is always something to watch.”
“Fair enough. Are you okay with just laying around?”
Chelsea nodded. “Yeah, that’s fine.” She responded, reaching for the TV remote on her bedside table and turning on the television. Booting up Netflix, she threw on the first action movie to appear on the screen, and reclined against the back of her bed, head sinking into her soft pillow. You wiggled a bit against your own pillow, the sole of Chelsea’s foot, and began watching the movie.
As was want to happen during Netflix binging session, the hours flew by in the blink of an eye, and soon it was nearly three in the afternoon. A few movies had come and gone, and you and Chelsea had enjoyed some light snacking throughout the afternoon. Of course, Chelsea had accidentally squished you under her foot when she stood up to grab snacks (having forgotten her sole was your resting pillow), but she had apologized with a sheepish grin.
It was around this time that Chelsea’s phone buzzed, and she lazily looked it over to see who had texted her. Brow furrowing, the brunette giantess sat up in bed, knees bending and feet dragging up closer to her. You flopped backwards as you lost your back support, and you glanced over at your titanic friend. By her expression, she looked lost in thought, but she soon noticed you looking at her.
She shot you an apologetic look. “Sorry Tom, we’re gonna have to cut this lazy day short. Vanessa just texted me that her and the other girls want to have a mock volleyball in thirty minutes.”
You were confused. “You already had practice this morning, right?”
“Yeah, but we’ve got a huge game coming up against this rich preppy school with an elite volleyball team. It’s in a few days, and Vanessa and the other girls are pretty worried about it. They said that more practice would help them feel better prepared.”
“I suppose that makes sense.”
Chelsea hopped up out of bed and began walking around her room, grabbing up her purse and a big gym bag, no doubt stuffed with her volleyball gear. For you part, you tried valiantly (and failed horribly) not to stare at Chelsea’s gargantuan, shapely rear end sway side-to-side as she walked around.
“So…” Chelsea began. “…I’ll leave Netflix on if you just want to stay here and chill until I get back. Or, of course, you can always crawl under the door and go back to your room whenever. I’ll leave the chips and soda out too. Sorry to leave on such short notice. I wasn’t expecting this change in plans, but I’m always down to practice volleyball, and help the other girls out.”
“I’m not offended. I know how much this means to you.” You conceded. Chelsea paused, and you swore you saw the slightest hint of a blush in her cheeks.
“How chivalrous of you, Tom.” Chelsea joked, zipping open her gym bag. She began rummaging through her belongings, tossing out various items and throwing in others. Her attention on you was lost, and she was solely focused on the task at hand, and the occasional text on her phone from another teammate.
Chelsea frowned. “Don’t need this, don’t need this, need this…but not this.” Chelsea carelessly threw a black shirt over her head behind her. Shamefully staring intently at your best friend’s gorgeous derriere, you didn’t even notice the shirt’s trajectory until it had fallen right onto you, burying you beneath the folds of the fabric.
No less than a moment later, Chelsea slapped her forehead. “Whoops, that was my uniform. I DO need that.” The brunette blindly reached behind her, feeling for her shirt without turning around. Her hand clenched around the uniform, not feeling the tiny, one-inch tall man pinched between her shirt and her thumb, and then tossed the uniform back into her bag.
Your cry was muffled by the slightly rank fabric pressed firmly into your face as Chelsea roughly threw you into her gym bag. Thrashing about wildly, you crawled blindly in the dark in an attempt to slip out from the shirt and alert your giantess dormmate to her mistake. Seeing a crack of light, you slid down the smooth fabric of the uniform and popped out from within the shirt.
Turning to face Chelsea, you opened your mouth to yell up to her, when the words died in your throat. The last thing you saw was Chelsea’s face looking down at her phone, and a skimpy black thong falling down into the bag, slapping against your body and pressing you flat. Oblivious to what she had done, Chelsea then zipped up her bag, and hoisted it over her shoulder.
Still engrossed in texting her teammates, Chelsea didn’t even spare a glance backwards towards her bed as she opened the door. “See ya later, Tom!” The giantess called, stepping out of her room and closing the door. Blissfully unaware, and thinking her tiny little friend still safe in her room, Chelsea jogged out to her car, hopped in, and drove off towards the campus gymnasium.
Inside of her bag, there was nothing you could do but wait. You were trapped in her bag along with her black sports bra, undershirt, uniform shirt, skintight short shorts, and micro thong. You remembered Chelsea mentioning once how she wore thongs during volleyball because they didn’t restrict her movement, but it still made you immensely uncomfortable to be so close to one. Chelsea’s sporty (and frankly rancid) sneakers were also in the bag.
Upon reaching the gymnasium, Chelsea entered the female locker room and noted that she was the first member of their team to arrive. Not wasting a second, the brunette tossed her bag onto the bench and stripped out of her day clothes, tossing the V-neck, leggings, and undergarments into a separate bag. Stark naked, Chelsea zipped open her bag with a smile, always eager to play some volleyball (as it was her passion).
You had planned to get Chelsea’s attention as soon as she unzipped the bag, but by tossing it so casually onto the bench, your precarious stance on top of the pile of clothes had been disrupted, and you fell backwards with a scream, slipping underneath the titaness’ uniform shirt. Thusly, you were no where in sight when Chelsea unzipped her bag.
Going through the motions like any other day, Chelsea took out her sneakers and dropped them to the floor, and then dumped the rest of her clothes into a fairly disorganized pile on the bench. Shoving the now-empty gym bag and the bag holding her day clothes into a locker, Chelsea turned back to her volleyball outfit and began getting dressed.
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