Crap, nevermind! Switch to Code Triage!

It wasn't long before you heard a pounding on your door.

"Who is it?" you called, despite knowing full well who it was.

"It's me!" the voice on the other end whined.

"But I'm me!" What? You weren't above dad jokes!

"No, it's me! It's Wendy!" she cried.

Chuckling to yourself, you stood from your desk and walked over to your door, undoing the lock and opening it. You were immediately greeted by the sight of your tiny little girlfriend completely nude on your doorstep. Her face was bright red, the one hand held between her tightly clenched thighs and the other hugging her huge, pillowy breasts doing little to protect her modesty.

But wait, something was wrong... This wasn't just regular nude!Wendy. Her hair was a mess with twigs and leaves in it, she was covered in smudges of dirt and even a bit of mud, and her eyes were red from tears, evident even from behind her crooked and dirty glasses. Your mind immediately swapped from 'teasing boyfriend' mode to 'nurturing dad' mode.

You opened your arms invitingly and Wendy wasted no time diving into them. She nuzzled her face into your chest, clinging to you for dear life like she was just grateful for some kind of comforting human touch. You wrapped your thick arms around your petite girlfriend, already feeling her tense body relax at the safety of your strong embrace.

As if she weighed nothing, you hefted your naked girlfriend into your arms, carrying her over to your desk and grabbing your phone. With the girl in your arms burying her face in your shoulder, she didn't see you one-handed text two words onto the dorm's board.

["Code Triage"]

You slipped your phone in your pocket and used that now-free hand to pat Wendy's bare back as you carried her to the bed, taking as seat so she could sit in your lap. Your fingers ran through her messy, dirty hair and you just gently cooed calming shushes as the the girl trembled and shook. Outside, you could idly hear the shuffling of dorm residents moving to new positions, either to get the Triage Protocol ready or to just make sure they weren't in the way for what was to come.

When Wendy stopped trembling, you scooted back on the bed a bit, turning her around in your lap (she offered no resistance) and moving to rub and massage her neck and shoulders. The way she just melted into your hands was adorable. She really was a sucker for physical affection.

It was when Wendy's sniffles turned to soft moans that you moved your hands to the top of her head, scratching at her head for a scalp massage and picking some of the twigs and leaves out. You knew she was ready to talk now, but it still needed to be her taking that step.

"Thank you, Sam..."

The voice was tiny, like the squeak of a mouse. You just gave her bare back a gentle pat and rub to let her know you were here.

"Um... I got chased by the groundskeeper's dog... again..." she said.

Ah, Mrs. Fluffernutter. Not again. Well, running from that dog explained why your girlfriend was so covered in... nature. You wrapped your arms around your nude girlfriend from behind, feeling her once against melt into your embrace, complete with contented sigh.

"Thanks, Sam... I feel better already," she whispered.

"Oh, no you don't."

"What? Eep!"

Wendy's surprise was from you standing up and scooping your tiny naked girlfriend into your arms all in one motion. She clung to your chest as her shapely legs dangled off one of your forearms, huge breasts flattening and wiggling atop her chest as you carried her princess-style to the door.

"Wh-Where are we going, Sam?" she whimpered.

You smiled, running a hand through her twig-and-leaf saturated black locks. "You're dirty. My little kitten needs a bath."