Startling For Garrett (shrinking)

Garrett awoke in a big wide open room. The last thing he remembered was feeling woozy then lights out. He looked around and spotted the large orange blanket next to him. He lifted one end and noticed a triangle shape with three long connected cords and a smaller orange triangle. It clicked as he looked around the room again.

Massive bed, desk, dresser and closet entered his field of view. He began to panic with the realization he was small, no tiny! Garrett thought he must be about 5-7 inches tall. Was this a dream he wondered?

Garrett looked down at the heavy orange fabric in his hands and a certain musky odor hit his nostrils.

"Holy shit!" He exclaimed out loud.

Garrett was holding Agnes' massive orange thong in his hands. Now that he could inspect it this closely he noticed a curly corse hair as long as his forearm wedged in the fabric and a faint white dried substance on the cord connecting the middle of the thong. He pulled it up to his face and breathed in. Oh shit, this was her dried pussy discharge and a curly q hair. He couldn't resist the urge to slowly pull the material towards his face and put the tip of the tongue towards the discharge. He froze as a sound caught his attention before he could taste her goodness.

Keys jingle before he heard a metal on metal sliding sound and a knock as the deadbolt slide back.

Fuck! Garrett dropped the panties and looked around frantically. Agnes top blanket draped over the side of the bed and that would give the best cover. He dashed across the distance and dove under the bed just as the door swung open. His heart was beating fast with the adrenaline boost.

He heard a bag drop and shoes get kicked off.

"What the hell?" He heard Agnes' feminine voice exclaim. "Fucking panty raiders," she continued with exasperation.

Garrett peaked from under the cover in time to see Agnes bending over in 3/4 length black yoga pants. Holy shit, that ass was amazing. Agnes retrieved the orange thong from the floor and put it back in her drawer and closed it shut. She looked around furtively and closed the notebook resting in her desk.

Agnes' back was to Garrett when she grabbed the hem of her gray tank top and lifted it up and over her head. A sheen of sweat covered her toned body. The tank top was tossed into the corner near the bed. A hot pink sports bra was supporting those amazing tits. As she turned around her breasts bounced in the confines of the sports bra. Garrett's dick lurched at seeing the sweat covered cleavage.

Agnes took a deep breath and spread her legs out and dipped down into a stretch. Her breasts hung forward in perfect globes while she held the stretch.

Sweet mother of cleavage! Garrett's hand moved towards his crotch.

Agnes popped up with sigh and turned away from Garrett. She pulled the bra over her head and threw it in the corner with her tank top. Garrett pulled out and began stroking his erect dick. Agnes opened a drawer and pulled out a long t-shirt which she put on. Garett silently cursed his misfortune at missing those tits. She turned around and continued to strip off her yoga pants. Those long luscious legs made his lack of visible tits a fine consolation.

Agnes turned towards her bed which made Garrett retreat back. His back bumped into an open shoe box. He instinctively looked in. With what little light streamed in he could see a long cylindrical object bigger than himself in his current state. Oh geez, the dildo before him had been plunged deeply into Agnes twat who knew how many times. Hell yes!

Suddenly, Garret was knocked forward into the box. He gripped the giant dildo as the box was pulled out from under the bed.

A giant hand wrapped itself around Garrett and the dildo and pulled up towards the bed.

Garrett came up into Agnes field of view and their eyes locked eyes. Then Garrett looked down towards Agnes wide spread legs, muff obscured by the long t-shirt.

Simultaneously, Garrett exclaimed, "Oh fuck," while Agnes said, "what the fuck?"