Chris was walking into the laundry room to check on his clothes in the dryer when he saw his favorite t-shirt on the floor.
"Which one of you assholes - - ?" he started, trying to flip on the light switch.
When he bent over to pick up his t-shirt, he noticed his favorite hoodie right behind it.
He growled angrily and went to pick that up, noticing more and more of his recently cleaned clothes in a line down the laundry room floor. He followed the patch, picking up his laundry as he went, wandering up and down the maze of washers and dryers.
When he finally picked up his last pair of boxers, the door on the dryer in the back corner opened.
Greta was waiting inside, her green hair done up in a bun, wearing a frilly French maid costume.
Chris immediately dropped his clothes and turned to run. Greta just snapped her fingers. The belt Chris had been wearing, that Greta had kept chipping away at during their previous meetings, broke into a thousand tiny pieces of leather, and his blue jeans dropped down to his ankles, tripping him up when he tried to flee.
"I finally have you right where I want you," Greta cooed, grabbing both ankles and pulling him into the dryer.
It was an awful fit, his body contorting in awful ways to be entirely inside. With Greta taking up the space above him, he could barely move at all.
Greta slammed the dryer door closed with the two of them inside. She humped Chris so enthusiastically that the entire dryer rocked and bounced up and down and thudded around, entirely leaving the floor at some points. The other students, being used to the dormitory dryers being cheap pieces of crap that never balanced well, tuned it all out.
Chris managed to get an arm out to push the door open. He eagerly gasped for breath. When he was about to scream for help, Greta's long fingers covered his mouth.
"Just keep quiet," Greta purred. "Let it happen."
She pulled Chris back in with the hand around his mouth, the door shut again, and the dryer went back to rocking.
The door opened, and Chris stuck his head out again.
"Please," he gasped. "I just need a minute to . . ."
Greta pulled him back in, closed the door, and went back to work.
Chris stuck his head out again.
"Calm down for just a . . ."
Greta pulled him back in with a peel of giggles and shut the door again.
Chris opened the door again and almost managed to climb out.
"Down, girl!"
Both arms grabbed him and pulled him back in.
The dryer rocked harder than it ever had before, Greta savoring that she had finally snared the most difficult man on campus. When she was finally finished with him, she crawled out of the dryer and then slammed the door shut, leaving Chris sore and exhausted and trapped until one of his classmates found him with his pants off when they tried to throw their own clothes in the dryer.
Greta slipped unnoticed down the dormitory hallways until she found Melvin's door, then gave it a little knock.
Melvin opened the door, and his eyes immediately widened upon seeing her in the French maid outfit.
He let her scamper inside the dorm room and then closed the door. His roommate snored in the bed opposite his.
"Hello, lover," Greta rasped.
"I've missed you," Melvin admitted quietly.
"Me, too," Greta said.
She climbed up to Melvin's shoulder and they kissed passionately, their tongues exploring each other's mouths.
Greta dropped back to the floor.
She undid her bun, shaking her long green hair loose, then slowly shed her outfit. Melvin marveled at her bare breasts and erect nipples. Soon she was standing fully exposed on the dorm room floor.
Greta climbed up on to Melvin's bed so she was closer to his own height, and immediately he began kissing her face, softly stroking her long ears while he did. Her neck and cheeks felt rough and leathery, but her lips felt as juicy and perfect as ever.
Greta grabbed Melvin's head and pulled it into her naked breasts. The green outer curves also felt rough and leathery, but the yellower inside curves were soft and firm and feminine. She tickled his lips with a succulent nipple, and he parted his lips to lick it and suck on it.
"I need you now," Greta moaned.
"But my roommate is sleeping," Melvin whispered back. "Right over there."
"Who cares?"
She pulled him down into the bed, rolling over so she was on top of him. Melvin's roommate continued to snore, despite the sound of the bed springs creaking, the headboard smacking against the wall, and Melvin and Greta moaning each others' names while she rode him so hard it was as if she was trying to break him.
"I think I love you!" Melvin gasped as he came inside her, and then he quickly drifted off to sleep.
Greta curled up on top of him, resting her head softly on his chest. She was content to lie here like this, and a little sad that this was going to be the last time they'd ever see each other. She'd had everything she wanted from the college experience. Now it was time for her to graduate and find other pursuits to occupy her time.
Meanwhile, in the athletic facilities, the captain of the football team was being smothered between Fifinella's enormous boobs.
Pixie, who had her mom's green hair but had cut it really short, crawled out from under the head cheerleader's skirt, leaving the girl moaning in ecstasy, and then began grinding on the lap of the captain of the basketball team, grabbing his hands and guiding them beneath her basketball jersey to cup her breasts, smaller than Fifi's, but still ample enough.
Mary Sue, her honey brown hair done up in ribbons and curls, was sprawled over three guys with their backs resting against the lockers, kissing all of their faces, looking cute in a white sweater and poodle skirt, the same pink as her lips and the ribbons in her hair. One of the guys began to slowly caress one of her long emerald green ears.
Outside, Brad, one of the coolest guys on campus, was doing donuts in the parking lot while dark-haired Jezebel had her head bobbing up and down between his legs.
Kylie, who had Greta's lips, and Nicki, who had Greta's hair, were biting and scratching each other, fighting over who was going to get which one of the remaining guys who had stumbled in.
Fifi released her man from her bosom, allowing him to catch his breath, then hopped to the floor as he stayed in his chair. She rubbed her breasts against his crotch as he moaned loudly in appreciation.
This campus was never going to be the same again.