Neets Anger - Panties TF
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DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea join the Discord ServerNeets Anger - Panties TFBraelyn sighed heavily, staring at her phone as yet another potential date was canceled. At 25, she'd hoped to have moved out of the college dorms by now, but finding "the one" was prov…
Braelyn sighed heavily, staring at her phone as yet another potential date was canceled. At 25, she'd hoped to have moved out of the college dorms by now, but finding "the one" was proving harder than expected. Her fingers absently traced the edge of her floral bedspread, a stark contrast to the chaotic disaster zone across the hall. The stench seeping under her door made Braelyn's nose wrinkle in disgust. Her roommate, 26-year-old Alisson, hadn't left her room in days. The NEET's nest of dirty laundry and take-out containers had become a biohazard, the odor a foul mix of sweat, rotting food, and whatever the other thing was. Braelyn spritzed more air freshener, the artificial lavender scent barely masking the underlying funk. She'd finally convinced Jake, a cute guy from her Bio class, to come over. No way was she letting Alisson's slovenly habits ruin this chance. When Jake arrived, things started promisingly. They laughed over shared college stories, bodies inching closer on Braelyn's small dorm bed. His hand brushed her thigh, sending shivers up her spine. The air between them crackled with tension as Jake leaned in for a kiss. But just as their lips were about to meet, Jake suddenly recoiled. His nose wrinkled, eyes watering as he caught a whiff of something foul. "What's that smell?" he gagged, pulling away. "It's like... rotten eggs and dirty gym socks had a baby, then left it to ferment in a dumpster filled with month-old fish." Braelyn's heart sank as she watched Jake's expression shift from desire to disgust. She tried to salvage the moment, reaching for him, but he was already backing towards the door. "I'm sorry, I just... I can't," Jake mumbled, fumbling with the doorknob. "Maybe we can try again sometime. Somewhere else." And with that, he was gone, leaving Braelyn frustrated and humiliated. She sat on her bed, cheeks burning with embarrassment as anger bubbled up, replacing the arousal that had been building moments before. This was the last straw. Braelyn stormed out of her room, marching across the hall to Alisson's door. The smell grew stronger with each step, making her eyes water. She pounded furiously on the door, not caring who else in the dorm might hear. "Alisson! Open up, you disgusting slob!" For a moment, there was no response. Then, slowly, the door creaked open. A wave of putrid air rushed out, so thick it was almost visible. Braelyn gagged, fighting the urge to vomit as she took in the horror of Alisson's room. Piles of crusty dishes teetered precariously on every surface, remnants of long-forgotten meals growing fuzzy with mold. Mounds of stained and reeking laundry covered the floor and furniture. Fast food wrappers and empty energy drink cans littered every available space. Alisson blinked slowly in the hallway light, her greasy hair sticking up in all directions. Her stained tank top rode up, exposing a pale, doughy stomach. Dark circles under her eyes spoke of endless nights spent gaming or binge-watching anime. "What's your problem?" Alisson muttered, scratching herself absently. Her voice was raspy from disuse as if she hadn't spoken aloud in days."What's MY problem?!" Braelyn exploded, her voice echoing down the hall. "You're what's wrong! You're disgusting! You ruined my date! God, no wonder you can't get a job or a life - you're pathetic!" Braelyn ranted. She noticed something shift in Alisson's eyes. The usual dull, disinterested look was replaced by something sharper, almost predatory. Alisson reached into a nearby pile of trash, fishing out a smartphone. The screen glowed ominously in the dim room. "Hey Braelyn," Alisson interrupted, a strange glint in her eye. "Quick question - do you like breathing air?" Caught off guard by the non sequitur, Braelyn stuttered, "Uh, yeah? Obviously. What kind of stupid question is that?" Alisson's lips curled into a smirk as her thumb tapped the phone screen. "Perfect. You agreed." "Agreed to what?" Braelyn asked, confusion replacing anger. But before she could demand answers, a strange tingling spread through her body. "What's happening?" The world around her began to shift and warp objects, growing impossibly large. Braelyn's clothes hung looser on her frame, slipping off her rapidly shrinking form. "Alisson, what did you do?!" Braelyn cried, her voice growing higher and fainter with each passing second. But Alisson just watched, a cruel smile playing on her lips as Braelyn's world grew larger around her... Braelyn's world spun as she continued to shrink, her perspective shifting dramatically with each passing second. "Why are we the same height?!" Braelyn squeaked, now eye-level with Alisson's knees. But the shrinking didn't stop.Terror gripped her as she shrank further, her clothes now pooling around her like circus tents. The hem of Alisson's stained t-shirt seemed to stretch endlessly above her, like the ceiling of some vast, filthy cavern."Alisson, please!" Braelyn begged, her voice barely audible even to her own ears. "Sto
