With your lifelong typical trend of luck continuing, Mary's thoughts of what she could be forgetting keep being pushed aside in favor of the worrying thoughts of how she did on that important test. By the time she arrives at her next class, all thought of having forgotten something is...well, forgotten. With her skirt covering you and gently brushing against your back as she walked down the hall you tried to struggle and squirm to regain your girlfriends attention.
Sadly for you, having melted and been sucked into her panties by the heat and pressure of the prolonged test, your ability to move was barely a twitch and your sound quieter than a mosquito wing buzz, unable to be heard unless someone had their ear to Mary's butt. There was suddenly the plunging sensation as Mary sat down in her next class, crushing you once more under her ass. You silently whimpered knowing that if Mary didn't remember what she had done, you were in for a very long day.
She shifted constantly during her lesson as she wrote down notes, listened to the teacher and did the lesson with her boyfriend under her. You felt every movement she made as it ground against you, you wished there was some way to escape your girlfriends ass but by the end of that lesson, whatever tiny movements you had been capable of before, were now gone. crushed further you practically were her panties and had the same amount of motion they did.
You listened to her chat with Stacy and Emma during breaktime, you were crushed more during the other lessons as well as having to put up with a few silent girly (but still smelly) farts after lunch break. By the time School ended and Mary was walking home, you were dazed, defeated and soaked in stink that your body blocked from the world. You felt the motion of her kicking off her shoes and heading up to her bedroom, the skirt bouncing against your back with each step up the stairs.
Finally you felt her hands brush against you as she hooked her fingers around her panties and slid them down her legs, tossing them aside as she got changed into some nice fresh clothes. You landed in a heap near the hamper as you watched her get dressed, unable to look away but now able to see, though a bit blurry and parts of the panties folded over your vision. When Mary had changed into a nice pink summer dress and new bra and panties, she crouched down over you, scooping your panty prison up to drop it in the hamper to be washed when it was laundry day.
You saw her glance down right at you as she lifted you up, you prayed she could see your features...
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