Truth or Dare - Chapter 2 (Patreon)

While sitting in her seat outside the school library, with her new roommate tucked away beneath her leg, Abby leaned forward to itch at her calf and heard the subtle sound of a snap under her shirt. One of the wires on the underside of her bra had snapped, and was now poking against one of her boobs, an annoying feeling that was impossible to ignore. “How does this keep happening?” she muttered to herself as she stood up, making her way to the nearest bathroom. Rather than use the typical women’s restroom, she headed into a private bathroom instead, the kind that were typically reserved for disabled people or staff members. After locking the door, she retrieved Ted from her pants with a reluctant sigh.

“Are we taking a break already?” he asked while looking around, surprised at how quickly the giant girl had decided to move on.

“Only because my bra snapped,” she grumbled, reaching behind her back to unclasp it and pull it out, showing Ted the wire that was poking through at the front. “I can’t stand how it feels.”

Even though Abby’s shirt was still on, Ted could tell from looking at it that her boobs were sagging more than normal, and he hesitated to offer what was on his mind—but his horny little brain couldn’t stop him from suggesting it. “Well if you need a bra, then, um… you can use me in its place…?” He avoided eye contact with Abby, although she looked down right at him and softened her expression, genuinely surprised by the offer.

“Aww, really?” she cooed. “I mean, maybe it shouldn’t be that surprising considering you said you like being controlled by women. But there’s a reason my bra snapped; even with a bra that fits, my boobs seem to strain the material. You probably don’t really realize what you’re in for—especially since you’re a guy.”

The way Abby was talking about the ordeal was giving Ted second thoughts. “Oh,” he mumbled, watching her toss the unusable garment into the trash can. “Well if you don’t think it’ll be a—”

“Nope! No backing out now,” she declared. “You already said you would.” With an awkward blush, Ted shut his mouth and kept from arguing, and didn’t fight back as Abby used the string that had tied him to her leg to instead tie his wrists together and bind his ankles. “I know this sounds ironic or whatever, but no looking at my tits,” she ordered, forcing him to look away from her body and the mirror as she took her shirt off. “If you try to peek then I’ll make you regret it. And not in the kinky way. Like in the I’ll-tell-our-RA-and-get-you-kicked-out-of-the-dorm kind of way.”

Ted’s face paled, and he quickly nodded his head to convey his consummate understanding. “Of course not, I wasn’t gonna look. Consent is like, super important to me and stuff,” he stuttered awkwardly, causing Abby to snort with laughter at his kiss-ass behavior; he was cute. Maybe not romantically, but he was sorta like a fun, nervous puppy.

Ted felt his body suddenly hoisted up and turned sideways, as the giant freshman held his back against her breasts with one arm while she tied his wrist and ankle binds together behind her. Once she had them connected via a loop, she gradually pulled one end of the loop tighter and tighter, forcing Ted’s body into an uncomfortable but taut position. His limbs were stretched all the way out, and it was slightly painful for them to twist around Abby’s torso, but when she pulled her hands away, Ted’s body stayed aloft. It had worked. He was now just a makeshift human bra for his roommate.

With the feeling of Abby’s nipples pressing against his thighs and back, Ted squirmed to try and adjust himself into a more comfortable position. But she’d really tied him up tight. “Doing okay there?” she asked, putting her shirt back on and blinding the poor boy.

“Definitely,” he replied, but fidgeted some more.

“Well if you’re fine, then I’m gonna need you to stop moving so much.” She looked at herself in the mirror and tried readjusting Ted a bit so that her chest would look less suspicious. “I don’t need anyone knowing I’m wearing a person over my tits.” Ted figured silence would be an appropriate response, so once Abby felt good about how he was set up, she turned around and headed back onto the campus.

During her trip back to the dorm, Abby was surprised about how effective Ted’s body seemed to work as a mechanism to hold up her boobs. Typically she wore a DD, and obviously a real bra was more comfortable than a human being, but she secretly hoped that her roommate would let her use him again in the future (although who was she kidding, of course he would). Ted was a little disappointed that Abby didn’t want to wear him the other way around, but he understood her not wanting to be too revealing with him yet. Besides, he was still able to feel a pair of huge boobs softly bouncing against his bare body while a giant woman wore him like a piece of clothing. So he definitely wasn’t complaining.

Once they arrived back at the room, she let him out and replaced the small teenager strapped to her chest with a real bra, while Ted obediently stood with his back to Abby to give her her privacy. “Actually, I think I might take a nap,” he decided, climbing onto his bed just as his roommate finished getting redressed.

“Aw, is little Ted already feeling tired after a long day?” she teased, standing over him with a smirk. “It’s not even close to dinner.”

“I’m not used to being worn like that,” he nervously chuckled, laying back on his pillow.

It was sized for regular people though, and he looked ridiculous with his head against it, so Abby bit her lip and yanked it out from under him. “You look so funny trying to sleep with this thing.”

“Hey, that’s not—”

“I think it’s better suited for my size,” she declared, effortlessly lifting him up by his head so she could throw the pillow back down and take her spot in his place. Then she draped his body on top of him, snuggling against his pillow and setting his head on top of her boobs. “See? These kind of pillows are more your size.” She snickered at how cheesy she was being, but crossed her legs, trapping his own in between them as she gently hugged his body against hers. “You’re like a teddy b—oh my God! You are a teddy bear! You’re Teddy the teddy bear!” She smiled, wrapping the little man into an even cuddlier embrace. “That’s your new nickname from now on. It’s too perfect.”

Ted certainly wasn’t gonna complain, so he smiled too, closing his eyes and quickly drifting off to sleep while Abby gently spooned him and held him close.

~

By the time Ted woke up later that afternoon, Abby was already awake and back in her own bed, scrolling through Instagram on her phone. Since tomorrow was the first day of classes, Ted figured it was time to check out his schedule and make sure he was ready for the day. “You know,” he started to say, sitting up and addressing Abby as he pulled out his phone, “I just realized I never asked you about your major. We never had a chance to really meet and get to know each other.”

She smiled, and turned to lay on her side, glad that their relationship was developing some depth. “I’m in marketing. Or I wanna be, at least. I’m pretty sure all my classes this semester are Gen Eds.”

Ted raised his eyebrows, “I’m in the marketing program too! I wonder if that’s just a coincidence.” His heart got all aflutter as he looked at his schedule on his phone, seeing that he had also been set up for a slew of boring, entry-level classes. “By any chance, do we have any of the same classes?” He handed his phone to Abby, who curiously took it from him and grabbed her own phone to pull up her schedule and compare.

As her eyes widened and her smile brightened, Ted knew his intuition had been right, and he began to feel excited before she even said it out loud. “Oh my God, we have the same classes,” she remarked, double checking both phones to make sure.

“All of them?”

“All of them! Same classes, same teachers, same rooms.” She handed his phone back to him and swiveled onto the edge of her bed, facing him with an imaginative expression on her face. They both smiled at each other, not even needing to say out loud what they were thinking. They’d both admitted their kinks to each other already, and knew that their shared schedule meant they’d be able to make this first year of college even more exciting than they’d anticipated.

Ted was the first to speak up. “I just wanna say before anything else, since it sounds like we’ll probably be around each other most of the time… I give you full permission to mess with me whenever and however you want.” He gulped, before adding, “Even in public. And in class.” Abby giggled, nodding along to show that she was more than fine with him submitting more of herself to her. “Just don’t go overboard with it. You seem like, you know, a pretty nice person and everything though. So I trust your judgement.”

“Rather than assume what we’re both into, how about we talk about each other’s boundaries?” Abby suggested, clearly having a bit more experience than Ted about these kinds of things. He figured it was a smart idea, so they relaxed a bit and discussed what their limits were, growing more trusting of their developing friendship was the time went on.

After enough time, their conversation evolved into a more casual one that allowed them to get to know each other better outside of their kinks, and eventually Abby slapped her knees, taking a deep breath and standing up to indicate their talk had come to an end. “I’m getting kinda hungry. You wanna head down to the dining hall to get something to eat?”

“Definitely,” he sighed, standing to his feet before Abby raised an eyebrow and held her knee up to block him from going anywhere.

“Hold on. What happened to the little Teddy who liked it when I use him?”

“Um, that Teddy’s kinda hungry now.”

“Don’t worry,” she shrugged, motioning for him to get on the floor in front of her feet. “I’ll get you something to eat.”

Even though it had been a few hours since Ted had last eaten, he easily gave in to Abby’s whims and got down on the ground like she wanted, watching as she grabbed one of her knee high boots and unzipped it all the way down to the heel. Without saying anything, she picked him up by his ankles and slowly lowered him head-first into the shoe section of her boot, until he was lying with his back on the insole and his head stuffed deep into the dark recesses of the toe section. Only half of his 2-foot body was able to fit though, so Abby had to hold his legs up, creating a sort of L-shape with his figure. “Hope my feet don’t smell too bad,” she giggled, and Ted watched as the hefty Amazonian inserted her foot into the shoe, sliding her bare sole along his half-naked body until her toes came to rest over his face. Her heel was positioned squarely over his groin, and she had to hold his upright legs against the back of her calf as she struggled to zip the boot back up. But once she had, Teddy’s little feet just barely disappeared below the top of the black leather, with the rest of his body tightly crammed underneath Abby’s foot like he was a part of the shoe.

“See?” she asked, admiring how her boot looked in the mirror before putting the other one on. “Isn’t this way more fun? Now we can go get dinner.” And with her ill-sized roommate unable to say a word from his place beneath her long, wiggling toes, she flicked off the lights and headed out of their room with a confident pep in her step, making her way across the campus to find some food at the cafeteria, walking on Ted’s helpless body every single step of the way.