“OMG, Hunter! I totes thought of the absolute, best, funniest prank!” Avery gushed excitedly. The pink-haired giantess bounced enthusiastically on her bed, and you really, really wished she would put you down.
Trying to form a coherent thought despite all the shaking, you spoke up. “W-well…what kind of prank is it, Avery?”
Avery’s Cheshire grin was irresistibly cute, while still possessing a disconcertingly mischievous hint to it. “We gotta prank Quinn, little dude! You’re totes perfect for it, so I was kinda thinking of some funny stuff to do, and then it hit me!” The bubbly giantess paused for a moment, and bit her lip tentatively. Looking at you with downcast eyes, she curled her sensual lips into a pout. “You’ll help me…right, Hunter?”
Being a twenty-one-year-old man with minimal experience with giantesses outside of your immediate family, you were putty in her hands. Almost dreamily, you nodded and smiled. “S-sure thing, Avery. Anything.”
Avery’s expression burst into joy, and she giggled happily. “Aw, thanks, cutie! Love ya so much!” She exclaimed, then rushed you up towards her mouth before you could react. An attempt at crying out left you the instant Avery pressed you into her plush lips, embracing your entire body in an enveloping hug of pleasure. Rational thought left your mind as Avery’s lips caressed your body, easily overtaking your one-inch form.
It was blissful, and far too short form your perspective, as Avery pulled you away after ten seconds of kissing, ending with a resounding ‘smack’ noise. You were coated in a bit of moisture from her lips, and practically panting for breath. Noting your obvious enjoyment of her kiss, Avery snickered playfully, a faint blush in her own cheeks.
“There we go, cutie! Your reward for being such an adorable lil’ trooper!” Avery explained. “But, enough of messing around. Pranks are serious business, right? We don’t cut corners around here!” Avery wagged her finger. “This could be a little uncomfy for ya, Hunter, but totes worth it in the end. I hope!”
Without explaining herself further, Avery moved her palms together, angling you between them. Still riding the high of her kiss, you didn’t process what was about to happen until it was too late. The ditzy giantess clapped her hands together, demolishing your tiny body and slamming you flatter than paper. By rubbing her palms in circles afterwards, Avery mashed your malleable body into a circular shape.
Your mind was racing into overtime now at this drastic change in your situation, but Avery wasn’t done yet. Powerless to fight her now that you were crushed, you could only grimace and blush further as Avery smoothed you out into a perfect circle, then effortlessly tore your clothes off with a single swipe of her well-manicured fingernails. You were left stark naked in her hand, a fact that brought a grin to Avery’s face.
“Thanks for taking this for the team, Hunter.” Avery smiled playfully, flicking her eyes across your body. “OMG, you are a looker, huh? Gawd, so cute!” She winked at you, and then reigned herself back in. “Anyway…time to sneak into Quinn’s room. I’m hoping she’s still downstairs, so we can be all quiet like ninjas! Uber pretty ninjas!” She giggled with a lilt, and then crept out of her room and down the hall.
Sure enough, Quinn’s room was empty, allowing Avery to waltz in unobstructed. As she entered the room, carefully maneuvering around the mess of clothes and belongings strewn about, she made her way to a dresser by the wall. On top of the dresser, there was a black bra, pair of panties, t-shirt, and shorts lying out. Avery came to a stop in front of the bra, and the smile on her face sent shivers of fear down your spine.
“Okiedokie, Hunter! Here we are!” Avery whispered excitedly. “When we were moving in earlier, I totes saw Quinn set these clothes out all purposefully and stuff. It’s gotta be what she’s wearing tomorrow. SO! I’m gonna stick you to her bra, where you can hide out or whatever, and then when she goes to put it on tomorrow, you can leap out and spook her! Or maybe tickle her! Or, or, or…bite her, or something! Whatever you want, hee hee!”
Avery, lost in her own imagined enjoyment of your future shenanigans, didn’t feel your frantic, panicked wiggles and squirms of terror. She merely moved her hand over the inside of the left cup of Quinn’s bra, and then dropped you inside. Your body sank into the cup, sliding down to the very bottom of the curve, and coming to rest. The sides of the cup arched up all around you, creating a funnel of vision that just barely revealed Avery’s radiant face out of the top. You were remained of just how utterly massive Quinn’s chest was, which brought equal feelings of anxiety and anticipation.
Your partner-in-crime, however, frowned. “Ugh, wait. Your tone totally clashes with the bra. She’ll she you right away. Plus, you look like you’d slide around easily, not stick.” Avery sighed, demonstrating surprising thoughtfulness. Unfortunately, that thoughtfulness continued, albeit down a dangerous path. “Gimme a sec, Hunter. Be back in a jiffy!”
Avery skipped away, leaving you all alone in Quinn’s bra. Wanting no part in a prank this ill-conceived and intimate, you tried to reform. Alas, you made no progress by the time Avery returned. Helpless, you couldn’t do a thing as she fished you out of the bra cup and laid you out on the dresser beside Quinn’s delicates. In her hand was a small bottle of some sort of polish liquid, and in her other, a brush.
“Looks like you need a touch-up, mister!” Avery giggled, trying and failing to sound serious. With an adorable look of concentration on her face (complete with tongue sticking out), Avery dipped the brush into the bottle, and then proceeded to paint all over your tiny body, vigorously and thoroughly. The polish was chillingly cold, freezing your skin, but you couldn’t do much to stop Avery now. Any opportunity of convincing her to stop this ridiculous prank was long gone.
In minutes, your entire body, crushed into a small circle as it was, was perfectly and uniformly colored black. Avery hadn’t missed a spot, and had even found polish with the same exact black consistency as Quinn’s bra. Side-by-side, you realized that you matched it entirely, and that realization genuinely made your blood run cold. Did Avery even realize the position she was about to put you in? Probably not, knowing her.
Avery picked you up, smiling happily at her good job, then replaced you into the bra cup. This time, she applied extra pressure herself, rubbing you down in place. Her fingers massaged your body into the fabric of the bra cup, until you felt yourself firmly sticking in place. Actually, it felt more like the sticky polish that had painted you black was adhering to the fabric of the bra.
Thankfully (or perhaps not), Avery elaborated after she finished molding you into place. “So, this handy dandy polish stuff is totes super-sticky. Glues itself to pretty much anything. Now, you should be in no danger of slipping out or coming undone.” Avery twirled a strand of her hair. “Actually, it could take some extreme measures to even get you out as well. Isn’t that amazing? There’s no way our prank can fail now!”
Your world shattered at that last remark, as it fully dawned on you that Avery had just painted you to blend into a black bra perfectly, then essentially perma-glued you in place. With the polish already hardening, it sank in that you truly were now incapable of movement. On top of that, the polish coating sealed over your face, keeping you entirely flat and thus incapable of speech. How could you even prank Quinn, at this point? The only visible part of you was your miniscule, beady eyes.
Airheaded Avery was oblivious to this though, and all she did was blow you a kiss, sauntered out of the room, and turn of the lights, leaving you well and truly alone. For the first hour you tried to reform just out of desperation, but it was hopeless. Avery had done far too good a job painting you and ironing you into place. You were locked into this now, whether you wanted to or not. In fact, it’d take help from Avery, or perhaps Quinn, to even get you loose now!
Hours passed with nothing but silence to keep you company. Meanwhile, Avery spent the rest of the day chatting and hanging out with Morgan and Quinn. She made up a lie about you being tired and resting in her room to cover for your disappearance. Your new roommates bought it, and no one thought twice about you that evening.
Late in the night, the lights flicked on as Quinn strolled into the room. You weren’t able to glimpse her, but you could hear her stripping out of her clothes, doing one last check of her phone, and then climbing into bed. The lights went out again, and after a while, you could faintly hear soft breathing. Quinn was asleep. Taking her cue, you gave up your fruitless fights and allowed yourself to slip off to slumber.
You were awakened around eight o’clock the next morning by the sound of Quinn moving around. The lights were on again, and after blinking to adjust your vision, you saw the utterly enrapturing sight of a topless Quinn standing beside her dresser. Thoughts of panic or unease fled your mind and were replaced by amazement and awe. Quinn’s breasts were massive normally, but towering above you and fully nude, it was like gazing at a goddess.
A second later, and Quinn angled herself to peer down at her bra. Miraculously, her eyes actually seemed to snap right onto your body, and a small frown crossed Quinn’s face. At that moment, you suddenly realized that you weren’t so sure you even wanted to be seen by her. How would she react? What would happen if she was annoyed? Or even angry?
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