Angela had struggled to reach Carrie. Thankfully the giantess was distracted by her phone as she’d surely have been crushed by Carrie’s horny mass. Angela made it to her crotch which reeked of juices and sweat. While holding her mouth closed, Angela continued her previous tactic of waving and jumping, she even climbed the sweaty, slimy panties but found no grip and slid down them. Her efforts were soon to be in vain however as she was suddenly bathed in a brilliant ray of light...
After wearily opening her eyes Carrie found her World was shrouded in darkness. She looked around in a panic, she was in an enclosed, smelly place. All around her felt like a damp cloth as she caressed the material curiously. As she pushed through an opening the sudden chill of the room hit her, as she moved her hands to cover up Carrie was horrified to realise that she was fully nude. Behind her was a mound of black satin material. She stood gobsmacked, as faint tears welled in her eyes. She had begun to grasp her bizarre situation as her room seemed to spread infinitely.
Angela after recovering from what seemed like a flash-bang to the face. Angela hastily made progress to the sudden discarded panties. She reasoned that the same thing that had happened to her must have happened to Carrie. She found that her suspicions were right as she found Carrie curled into a ball and weeping. She gently knelt down and laid a soft hand on her shoulder. “Mrs Hanson?” Angela asked calmly making Carrie jump out of her skin.
“What the fuck!?” Carrie exclaimed, immediately covering her modesty and standing bolt upright. To match her, Angela stood too. They both stared each other in the eyes in utter confusion. They were of equal hight... “Angela? What happened to you?!” Carrie was nearly in hysterics but was glad to have someone that shared her predicament. She moved to hug the naked girl which Angela awkwardly reciprocates. “I’m... I’m guessing the same thing happened to me as it did you.” Angela responds, their hug growing tighter now as Carrie’s fear sets in. Their naked bodies press together, almost caressing.
Angela breaks away first. “So... Any ideas on what happened and what we can do?” Angela schemed.
“Well... Remember Christian calling and saying his machine was going wrong. We must have got caught up in it?” Carrie shrugged, “there’s no one that knows where here. Someone finding us is going to be unlikely.” Carrie said dismissively. Again, her eyes begin to tear up.
Angela moves closer to Carrie, slowly caressing her shoulder reassuringly. “Someone has to enter your room at some point. Even if it’s to look for us or not. We have to make sure we can be seen. I mean, you couldn’t see me at all when...”
“Oh fuck!” Carrie blushed awkwardly, “you... You were in here when I...?”
“Y,yeah...” Angela speaks up, “I was in my clothes in the hallway. Then I got in your bed... As you... Did your thing... I won’t judge, but it made it hard for you to see me.” Again, Carrie hugs Angela gently. “I’m so sorry Angela, I... I should have noticed they were your clothes! I was stupid, deciding to have some ‘fun’ after work.”
“No really, it’s okay. I’m a nursing student after all. I’ve seen more ‘pussies’ than a low-life gang banger!” They both laugh heartily together. Finally feeing comfortable in their plight. “So bottom line, we have to be noticed before someone walks through that...”
The pair are interrupted by a loud click of the bedroom door handle... The two stand in awe at the entrance as it swung open... “Door...” Angela finished her sentence as she and Carrie huddled together as someone finally walked in... But who?
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