Yusuke stared blankly. "Your plan to escape this teacher-maid's bottom...is to bury yourself even deeper."
"What!? No!" Ryuji groaned. "Not in in, but like. A little in. Hook a leg on the waistband, you know-"
Kawakami bent over to pick up one of Akira's discarded socks, slinging it into his unkempt hamper. An activity she was becoming all too familiar with. Not that she minded that badly - she was numb to laundry at this point - but the whole maid gig wasn't much fun without her master around. She stood up and sighed. This was her life.
When she bent over, her panties stretched, and Ryuji popped free in mid-sentence, shouting and flailing. Yusuke pried an arm free and caught his incompetent teammate by the wrist, sighing. Between labored breaths, Ryuji finished. "To avoid this."
Before he could settle himself, Kawakami stood back up, and her cheeks bounced every so slightly, but with just enough force to bump Yusuke loose. The pair of minuscule thieves dropped once more. Ryuji grabbed hold quickly on the same cheek, but Yusuke was tossed by the weight and tumbled further. He reached out, and with a stroke of luck, Kawakami turned at the last moment, putting her unmentionables back in reach. Taking firm hold, he took note of his new location at the very base of per butt, perfectly slipped in the wedgie her slightly-too-tight panties formed.
The artist gaped. "What a stupendous canyon. The sheer emotion it encompasses. I simply must paint-"
"Later! You perv. For now, climb!" Ryuji sighed. "I'll meet you at the top!"
With that, he started scrambling up the broadside of Becky's booty with relative ease. He nearly lost his grip at one point when Kawakami turned quickly, but managed to maintain his grip, and before he knew it, it was at the waistband. Heaving himself up and slipping an arm over the band, he glanced over and witnessed the tip of the iceberg that was his friend's teacher's crack and gasped. At their size, it was hard to grasp the sheer scale of Kawakami's thiccness. He was stunned by just how far her underwear sat off of her rump. Three of him could fall in that divide side by side and never be heard from again. He bit his lip.
"Ryuji, ngh...a little help? Please?" The daydreaming blonde shook himself back to reality and spotted Yusuke having a much more difficult time than he had.
Starting at the bottom of her bottom, Yusuke not only had more ground to cover, but he had less to hold onto. Despite Ryuji's view at the top, the lower end of Kawakami's undergarments were riding so deep that his initial climb was practically inverted. With every step Kawakami took, her cheeks swayed, and with each footfall, they clapped together gently. Movements that would be nigh-unnoticeable unless you were looking for them. Or you were microscopic and being smothered between them. Yusuke was forced to brace himself for every step, then try to climb during the aftershock and re-brace before the next one. He quickly became sick of the view he'd so longed to paint moments prior.
Still, he persevered, and managed to reach the halfway point when he saw Ryuji drooling and called for help. His teammate snapped back, looking down and throwing a thumbs up. "Keep climbing! I'll intercept and help you up!"
Yusuke sighed and kept on. This high up, he was no longer being squeezed, but now without solid flesh under him, his handholds shook more violently with every step and threatened to shake him loose. He looked down at the canyon he'd escaped and shivered. "Not again..." He doubled his efforts.
Meanwhile, Ryuji took hold of the waistband and climbed across sideways, toward the very chasm he'd been eyeing. The closer he got, the more terrifying it became. Maybe this was a bad plan, after all... Still, he had to help Yusuke. Reaching the center-most point he dared, he lifted his leg over, stradding the waistband and trying not to stare into the abyss that was Kawakami's butt crack. He looked to Yusuke, who was nearly there. Just a little more, and they'd be home free...or, at least safe from falling...or...oh, this plan effing sucked...
Little did he realize, it was about to get so much worse. Far above, Kawakami was becoming more and more frustrated with her panties. She bent down for more dirty laundry and felt them slide down a bit more. She groaned. "Way to go, Sadayo. Gambling on smaller underwear on sale, THEN splurging on the Big Bang Burger special..." She tossed the laundry, then in one quick movement, stood up, reached under her skirt, and hiked her panties back up where they belonged.
The results for her were a sudden deep wedgie and a dash of regret.
The results for Ryuji and Yusuke were far worse.
When she bent over, Ryuji tumbled over the edge. He grabbed hold of the waistband, dangling by one arm and getting an eyeful between Kawakami's cheeks. "Shit! Not this! I swear, I'll never ogle a teacher again! Just cut me a break this one time!"
Her panties stretched taut, and Yusuke lost his grip, no longer able to hold anything on the slick surface. Her butt became a slide, and he started downward once more, color leaving his normally unflusterable face as he struggled against his fate.
Then she stood, and yanked, and...
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