Nala Returns

Finally the door swings open again, Nala holding a large white t-shirt.

"Here you go, put this on. Had to find a big one for those calcium cannons." Her eyes glisten as her mouth breaks out into a huge grin.

"Dank woo." She holds the shirt out and sees that it has some sort of lettering on it. Stylistically it's large black letters, almost cursive, but Jillian doesn't recognize the letters. One looks like a large Q but turned slightly down, another is an upside down U, and then a sort of squiggly E or something. But there's also the outline of a Spade, like from a deck of cards, and underneath "QUEEN AUCTION" in the same black font.

"Koppa Omega Sigma," Nala explains as Jillian starts to put the shirt on. "We do an annual Queen Auction, like a date auction, as a big fundraiser. It doesn't just raise a lot of money for good causes, but it's commitment to addressing racial injustices through reparations is an example that we hope other colleges can adopt."

"Wha… da’ mean?"

"Oh, don't worry your pretty little head, you've had enough excitement for tonight. There, you can cover yourself up enough to waddle back to your room. I've got your clothes drying, don't worry I can make sure one of the TAs brings them to you if you forget to check in tomorrow morning. Can't have that bra go missing, could equip a sailboat out of them!"

Jillian doesn't know why Nala has to keep talking about her size, and maybe she does want to know more about this Queen Auction. But there's been so much excitement today, making at least three new friends, but also making such a mess. She just doesn't want to argue about it.

She glances at herself in the mirror. The t-shirt is barely large enough for her chest, and without a bra it does a poor job concealing both the intimate details of her tits as well as the fact that she's still aroused from earlier. Her nipples poke out visibly in the soft material.

"Let's get you back to your room."