Arnold Meets Chelsea

Throughout the class, Arnold tried to avoid making social or physical contact with the others. The last he needed was for his naked state, and by extension, his shrunken penis to be seen and most likely exposed, considering his luck.

All seemed to be fine for now, as Coach Monica simply had the class do some physical exercises before letting them do whatever until the bell rang. Arnold utilized this free-time to sit in a corner, away from the others that were swimming or splashing around.

"Hey, what are you doing here by yourself?" Arnold's heart almost skipped a beat out of fear, as he looked around for the source, if the source was even talking to him at all. Soon his eyes fell upon Chelsea, a rather cute dirty blonde girl with fair and clean skin, and wearing a blue bikini as her outfit. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I just saw you standing here and looking quite down. Everything okay?" As she asked, she pressed her breasts together to make them bigger than they already were. Poor ole Arnold tried not to stare, though his cheeks reddened.

"I-I'm fine..." Arnold did not want to tell her the truth, though he had a gut feeling she wouldn't accept no for an answer. "It's been a long day, t-that's all."

Chelsea nodded and smiled. "Well if you want someone to talk to..." She moved forward to place a hand against his chest, causing his penis to stiffen. "I'm willing to step up and be that someone." Arnold gulped; he hadn't felt this amount of physical intimacy ever.