Lauren falls back on bad habits

Lauren skittered away on her hands and knees, giving her former victim quite the jigglicious view of her plush body, and tried to hide behind a table leg.

Of course, the leg was much thinner than her, and all she managed to do was give Dennis another angle at which to view her plump form.

"What... uh..." Dennis stuttered as he felt his cock straining against his underwear.

"STOP LOOKING AT ME!" Lauren hissed as she wrapped her arms and legs around the table leg in a futile attempt to hide her nakedness.

All it did was make it look like she was humping it, not unlike a meaty stripper grinding on a pole at Melon Shakers (the local gentleman's club).

Dennis fidgeted as he felt a small damp spot forming in undies as his manhood started to leak pre-cum.

"Y-YOU PERVERT!" Lauren stammered.

"Uh... really?" Dennis asked in stunned amazement. "You're the naked one here..."

"SH-SHUT! MICROPENIS!" Lauren reflexively shot back.

Dennis winced and instantly went soft. He hadn't been called that since high school, and he had hoped to never hear that word again. He angrily clenched his fist, as all the painful memories came flooding back.

This woman had caused him so much misery, and after all these years of trying to repress it or ignore it, he was finally getting a chance to confront it head on.

"You know what? Fuck you. You can just rot here and..." Dennis started to say, until he noticed a certain smell in the air. One that his custodial job had made him very familiar with.

Lauren froze, her face growing redder by the second as something dawned on her.

Oh no...

"Is that...?" Dennis asked as he scanned the room and quickly spotted it. "Oh my god! For real?!"

Lauren looked away the shame overwhelming her.

"Just what kind of freak are you?!" Dennis asked as the rage melted away and the laughter started.