Chelsea bit down hard on her lip and shot her hand forward, index finger and thumb primed to squeeze her poor, squashed little dorm mate and rip him off of the gorgeous RA’s firm derriere, knowing she only had a split second to act. Unfortunately, she was just a nanosecond too slow, and only succeeded in brushing her fingertips against Heather’s ass cheek before her miniskirt slid back into place.
Letting out a short, startled gasp, Heather whirled around and eyed Chelsea suspiciously. “Chelsea, did you just…”
“Uh!” Chelsea cried, fighting down a blush and beginning to sweat nervously. “Just…um…just trying to adjust your miniskirt, Heather. It…k-kept riding…riding up.”
Heather blinked. “Oh. Thank you, then. I’ll take extra care to keep that from happening.” The redhead nodded curtly and smiled. Chelsea returned a pained smile, and as soon as Heather turned back around, your titanic dormmate slapped her forehead. Now, she’d brought Heather’s attention to her problematic miniskirt, and the oblivious RA was going to consciously keep her miniskirt down in place, and covering you up at all times.
Unless…
Acting rashly in an attempt to save this situation from becoming wholly impossible, Chelsea sat down in one of two chairs that Chloe had set up in her room, and motioned for Heather to do the same. Taking her lead, Heather sank into the comfortable chair, her miniskirt riding up once more regardless of Heather’s attempt to hold it down. Chelsea took note of Heather’s butt squishing down into the chair, wincing at the thought of you crushed beneath all of that heft.
Heather typed something into her phone. “I suppose Chloe’s room is clear.” Tapping a finger on her chin, the beautiful giantess wiggled her booty against the chair, taking no note of Chelsea’s increasingly worried facial expressions. Down below, buried under heavy masses of sweaty flesh, your squishy body began to smear from Heather’s continual, unaware actions. You felt yourself begin to stick even more to her flesh.
Chelsea, going all in one her newest, hastily formed plan, cleared her throat and spoke up. “Uh, actually Heather…I think I saw something on that chair. W-when you s-sat down…maybe I imagined it?”
“Really?” Heather tilted her head, and tentatively bounced a few times in her seat. Each bounce had her shapely read end squashing the life out of you as a wall of firm butt cheek slammed into you over and over. “I didn’t feel a thing, but it doesn’t hurt to check.” Shrugging her shoulders, Heather stood up and peered over her shoulder, frowning when she realized that she couldn’t quite get a great view of her butt due to its size.
Noticing this, and thinking her plan a rousing success, Chelsea knelt down beside her. “Allow me.” Your dormmate declared, before peeking at Heather’s ass, obviously knowing who she would find back there. She flashed you a concerned frown and mouthed the worry ‘sorry’ upon noting your pained, stretched expression, and managed to peel you off using her fingernail after a few moments.
You and Chelsea both felt a rush of excitement for one brief, tantalizing second, before your best friend’s plan shattered into pieces. With lightning speed, Heather plucked you from Chelsea’s palm, and held you up to her face. Chelsea, too shocked to speak, only stood and watched, her heart sinking into her chest and her face growing pale.
Heather frowned deeply as your body struggled to reform. “So, there was a tiny in here after all…wait a second…Thomas Swift? What are you doing in here?” Her voice rose from confusion and mounting anger. Chelsea bit her lip anxiously, teeth digging in so hard she drew a drop of blood. “You are Chelsea’s dormmate, not Chloe’s!”
Her loud voice was more than enough to stir Chloe from her slumber once more, and the sleepy giantess groaned and sat up in bed. Noting what was going on, she frowned lazily. “Is…is that a tiny guy?”
Heather placed one hand on her hip and fell into an authoritative and annoyed tone of voice. “Yes, and you have explaining to do!”
“I do?” Chloe yawned. “Shit, I don’t know how he got in…I’ve been either sleeping or doing this dumbass research paper all week…never even seen my tiny guy. Except…heh…except for that one time…” Chloe’s voice dropped off into another yawn.
Huffing, Heather typed something in on her phone. “I’ll talk to you more later. When you’re more coherent.” Chloe gave Heather a sleepy smile, and she collapsed back into bed. Bringing her attention back to you, Heather’s eyes sparked with anger you had never seen before, and you could’ve sworn your body’s own reforming processes slowed down, shriveling up under the redhead’s intense glare.
“As for you, Thomas Swift, I haven’t seen a breach of student conduct this egregious in months! Entering the dorm room of a girl who isn’t even your assigned dormmate, while she is sleeping? And then, you throw yourself under me just to be crushed beneath my butt?”
Your eyes and Chelsea’s widened at the same time, but you were in absolutely no position to try to correct Heather’s wildly inaccurate misunderstanding. Chelsea began to speak up, but realized the horrible position she was in. If she tried to clear everything up, and tell Heather the truth, she would be punished right alongside you. Glumly, she realized this truly was the most logical course of action; to let Heather go through with whatever plan she had in store for you. Already, she sincerely regretted escalating the situation to this extreme outcome.
Placing her free hand on her chest, Heather spoke. “As written in my RA handbook, I am to suspend all current duties for the purpose of punishing any tiny found breaking student conduct. The book is fairly loose on the standards of punishment, as long as you’ve learned your lesson and repented from your inappropriate behavior. There are some amusing suggestions included in the book, however.”
Walking for the door, Chelsea finally jumped into action, and placed her hand on Heather’s shoulder. “Uh, wait, where are you going? Where are you taking Tom?”
Heather smiled at her, total opposite from her demeanor directed towards you. “Just back to my dorm room, for his punishment.” She explained, as if it was the simplest thing in the world. “And…
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