"I guess since we're all sort of strangers, except for you two..." You said, gesturing to Morgan and Avery. "...we should probably each spend some time hanging out with each other and getting to know one another." You shrugged. "If that doesn't sound too dumb or corny."
Avery enthusiastically shook her head. "No way, cutie! That sounds amazing!"
You gave her a slightly weary thumbs up, and inquired. "Then how about you and I hang out the rest of the day?"
"Sounds totes perfect, Hunter! Hop on!" She said, slapping her open palm down onto the coffee table, nearly squishing you in doing so.
As you climbed up onto Avery's outstretched hand, you caught sight of Morgan's somewhat reserved expression, as well as Quinn's trademark indifference. No doubt Morgan had a few reservations about you hanging out with her airheaded sister, but she smiled again a moment later. Standing up, Morgan offered her hand to Quinn, helping the black-haired giantess to her feet, and then the two girls strolled away into the kitchen, perhaps to talk for a bit while having a snack.
Left alone with Avery, the pink-haired girl looked at you with adoring eyes. "What'cha wanna do, Hunter? Like, any fun ideas?"
You rubbed your chin. "Well, how about we hang out in your room? You finished decorating it, right?"
"Ah! Awesome!" Avery nearly squealed with delight, before sprinting out of her room and up the stairs. For a spilt second, you nearly flew out of her hand, before her palm closed tightly around you, dainty fingers crushing your painfully and flattening you up to your head. You honestly weren't sure if this was any better than flying away, and could only look up uselessly at Avery's sexy, beaming face, as she was holding you too tightly to move. Were you getting in too deep and too fast with her? Hopefully not. Eventually, she reached her bedroom on the second floor.
Avery showed off her room, and it was right in the same ballpark as how you would've guessed. It was relatively organized, but filled to the brim with personal belongings. There were a large number of dressers and drawers for clothes, a sprawling make-up table, and even a full-size mannequin currently wearing a sparkly white dress. There was hardly any free space, and the whole room was colored in a wide assortment of rainbow hues, though mostly bright pinks, blues, and reds.
"Welcome to the totes cute private quarters of Princess Avery!" Avery declared dramatically, adopting a silly posh accent as she spoke. She finished with a flourishing spin, in which you finally slipped out of her grasp and fluttered down onto the corner of her bed, still slightly mushed. You sighed at the ditzyness of your new roommate, and began focusing on reforming, your limbs slowly inflating back to normal. As you reformed, you looked up at Avery finishing her twirl, only for the giantess to then back up towards you and begin to sit.
For the second time in one day, an ass of meteoric proportions descending towards you from above, shadows falling over you. Though not comparable to Quinn's humongous derriere, Avery's was no less succulent nor threatening, most of the girl's tanned, curvy buttocks revealed because of her barely-there booty shorts. You only just had enough time to reform your arms and scramble away, crawling frantically as her booty plopped down onto the bed right where you had been. Even still, her bare thigh caught your right leg, pinning you in place.
"Avery! Hey!" You cried up at her, catching her attention. Glancing down at you, Avery blinked in surprise and then smiled sheepishly.
"Oops! How'd you end up there, cutie?" Avery smirked, grabbing your upper body and yanking you out from under her thigh. She then held you in front of her beautiful face, leaving you to dangle as she kept smiling at you. Your legs reformed, and you wished she'd put you down.
Before you could say so, she spoke first. "So, like, what's the plan, man? Hee hee. We can do whatevs you want, Hunter."
Deciding to drop the issue of being dangled like a doll for the moment, you thought about her question. Apparently, you took too long for her mile-a-minute attitude, because she began rambling again.
"Like, we could pull a prank on someone, that would be so funny!" Avery smirked mischievously. "I always pull pranks on Morgan, but now we've got Quinn to mess with! She seems like a totes tough nut to crack, so we need to be uber smart with her." Avery winked at you. "But, you'll help out, right cutie? The pranks we could do with a squishy man like you...ooh!" Avery looked absolutely ecstatic, and you didn't know whether to find that terrifying or endearing.
A second later, Avery glanced over to her closet, and frowned. "Ah man, totally forgot about my missing box." She looked at you sadly, like a pouting puppy dog, and explained. "One of my boxes of clothes got lost. It had some of my favorite, comfy stuff in it. Like thongs, and bras, and bikinis, and skirts, and stuff. Just the best, most cute outfits. It'll suck to replace those."
"I'm sorry to hear that." You said, and you sincerely meant it. Losing belongings was always a pain.
Avery smiled genuinely at that, perhaps the first smile that wasn't one of her giddy, energetic ones. A moment later though, and Avery began staring at you intently, her eyes focusing in on you to a degree that almost felt a bit scary. It was like she was analyzing you, and you could nearly make out the gears turning in her head.
Just then, Avery's face broke into a huge, playful grin, and she blurted out her plans for spending the day with you.
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