This choice: Hannah grows you back, but forced to return next week *Reserved) • Go Back...Chapter #7Long Term Tutor & Meeting Anika by: SmittySmith  (Submitted by an anonymous author)
Finally, Hannah stood up, lifting her enormous butt off of your battered body. You watched her butt rise up, then watched her hand casually fix her riding up sweat pants. Then she turned turned around and looked at you.
"You held up better than expected. Maybe you've been a seat cushion before?" Hannah teased.
"Fuck you." You muttered, gasping. Hannah didn't seem to hear it.
"Guess we're done for the day. You should probably get going." Hannah said. Then she zapped you again with the shrink ray, and in seconds, you were normal sized again, sitting in the very desk chair you'd been a cushion for. And, though you were not happy to admit it, it was pretty uncomfortable.
"Anyway, I'll see you next week for our next session." Hannah said.
You did a double take. "What? Why would I come back? I'm not going to let you sit on me again."
"So what, you're going to go tell Samantha that you won't tutor her poor sister anymore?" Hannah asked. "Or I guess you could make up some ridiculous story about her shrinking you and using you as a butt cushion. Definitely won't sound crazy at all."
You opened your mouth to object, then closed it slowly. Hannah was right, Samantha was very unlikely to believe her sister was capable of something like this, or that it was even scientifically possible. So she'd just see it as you bailing on her sister.
"Plus, if you did bail, I'd probably have to corner you on campus one day and shrink you anyway. I don't think I could live without my new favorite cushion." Hannah said. "And that would be a permanent arrangement."
You thought for a moment, then sighed. She had you beaten. "I guess I'll see you next week then." It looked like you'd be at her mercy until either the semester ended or she got bored of playing with you.
"That's what I like to hear." Hannah laughed.
Annoyed that you had been defeated, you headed out of her dorm room and back to yours, ready for a long nap after that harrowing experience...
Later that night, Samantha came over to your room for dinner. You didn't mention the events of the day to her, and honestly you were beginning to doubt that something so ridiculous sounding could have happened. But your body was still sore from the pummeling it had taken under Hannah, and you could distinctly remember the sound of Hannah's voice muffled by her butt.
"Thanks a lot for helping out Hannah. She texted me as soon as you left." Samantha said.
"Oh really? What'd she say?" You asked, trying to sound normal.
"She said you were 'very supportive' and that you made her feel 'very comfortable asking questions'" Samantha said.
That bitch... you thought, hearing Hannah's subtle taunts in her "compliments". Your only use to her was a cushion for her seat, and she wanted you to know it.
"Well I'm happy I could help." You said casually.
"You're the best. She said you already offered her the same time next week, that's really so thoughtful of you." Samantha said, placing her hand on your thigh.
You raised your eyebrows at Samantha, and she winked back at you and smiled. You needed no other sign: you dragged her to the bedroom, and the two of you began to strip. It was a little weird that you got to fuck your girlfriend as a reward for her sister sitting on you all day, but you decided not to dwell on that...
--- One week later ---
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
You knocked apprehensively on Hannah's door, and it opened immediately. Had she been waiting at the door for you? You decided not to ask.
"How's my favorite cushion doing?" Hannah asked. "My butt has really missed you." She turned around, butt facing towards you, and gave it a few firm pats.
Unlike the loose gray sweatpants from last time, today she was wearing light pink leggings that hugged her cheeks tightly. They would surely leave very little to the imagination.
"Hannah, can we please talk about-"
ZAAAPPP
Hannah shot you, then gave you a push as you shrunk, causing you to fall back into her seat then keep shrinking until you were just where you were last time.
"Wait Hannah don-"
WHUMP
Hannah dropped her butt right on top of you again, this time pressing you tightly between her two cheeks clad in stretchy pink fabric.
"Ahhh, that's the stuff." Hannah said, smiling as she sunk into her seat and you sunk into her butt. Then she set about happily doing her homework, not a care for your pathetic position.
Like 20 minutes later, the tedium of pressure and shame was interrupted by Hannah addressing you: "Ooo, this is going to be a hard one. Going to need some extra help." She rubbed her butt into the seat to emphasize her point as she worked through her completely ordinary math problem.
"Hannah? Who are you talking to?" Anika called. Then she walked into Hannah's room to see Hannah just sitting at her desk. You couldn't tell who was talking or what she was saying, but you could tell someone other than Hannah was in the room.
"Oh you're gonna love this Anika." Hannah said, excited to show off her latest toy to her roommate.
She hopped up out of her seat, and as your eyes adjusted to the light, you quickly found Anika's cute face looking down at you with shock.
"Tony?! What is going on Hannah?" Anika asked.
"My sister told Tony to come tutor me even though I didn't need any help, so I found another use for him. Now my chair is nice and comfy."
"Anika please, you have to get her to stop, this is-" you tried to make a case for yourself, but were cut off by Anika.
"Oh my God that's amazing!" Anika squealed. "Your own little boy toy to play with, I'm jealous."
You sighed. You should have known Anika wouldn't be of any help.
"Don't be jealous, you can try him out!" Hannah said, patting the seat right next to your position. You cringed as her hand smacked the seat, feeling like it was about to hit you.
"Wait Hannah this wasn't the deal! You didn't say anything about sharing!" You shouted. It was one thing to be sat on, but somehow more humiliating to be passed around like a toy between the giant girls.
But the only answer you got was Anika's fat butt swinging into view over you, covered by tight jeans.
WHUMP
It was worse than Hannah. Anika was a shorter girl, but her butt was rounded and heavier, and the rough denim made Hannah's soft leggings feel like a luxury. Plus the hyperactive Indian girl was all too happy to wiggle and bounce on top of you, savoring the moment she got to dominate you with her butt.
"You weren't kidding Hannah, he is comfy!" Anika said. "Maybe he could tutor me too."
"If he is here and has the time I don't see why not." Hannah said.
"I might decide to try him on the inside of my pants though. I think he'd be much easier to feel if he was against my skin." Anika said, rubbing her butt into your to try to feel you anyway.
"You're probably right Anika." Hannah said, imagining what that might be like. "Actually, I don't have much math homework today..."
1. "You should play with him for a bit." Hannah leaves you in the clutches of the obsessive Anika who is all too excited to play with you.
2. "I have to go the library, I should give your idea a try." Hannah drops you down the back of her panties, then begins a walk across campus while you're thrown around between her cheeks.
3. "Let's see if we can get him to kiss your butt." Anika lays stomach down on the bed while Hannah presses you into Anika's cheeks.
4. With homework out of the way, the two roommates find ways to play with your shrunken body together before sending you on your way.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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