This choice: Hitch a ride with Jasmine • Go Back...Chapter #6Too late to learn a lesson by: Tisch   Thinking Jasmine could potentially get him to his next class, Derek decided that he could hitch a ride with her. As the girl started to finish up, Derek hopped out from beside her leggings. He ran out in front of Jasmine and found her to be preoccupied with her routine. "Find a pocket," Derek told himself, "and get in, let's go." The little man ran around Jasmine's leggings. Per usual with leggings, there were no pockets. "Shit, what do I do now?" he panicked. Barely missing him, Jasmine's giant hands came down and grabbed each side of her pants. "No, wait!" Derek shouted. With his decision blowing up in his face, Derek made a last ditch effort at getting a ride with Jasmine. As soon as he made his move, however, Derek regretted what he had done. Jumping up and over the side of the heavy girl's leggings, Derek found himself falling into them. "Why did I do that?!" he exclaimed as he landed with a soft thud on a wide black thong. As soon as he landed, Derek felt himself raising up in the air. Jasmine, now standing, was pulling her pants back up. She couldn't see what had incidentally fallen into her pants. Nor did she assume such a thing could happen. Derek, on the other hand, saw more than he wanted to see. Gradually getting closer to him was Jasmine's enormous black butt. Soon enough, Derek was introduced with the dark object, smothered into its depths.
*SQUISH*
*SQUEEZE*
"Ah..." Jasmine sighed. Relieved after having done her business, she flushed the toilet and went out and washed her hands. Soon afterwards, she left for her next class. Having not felt the little man dive into her butt cheeks, Jasmine continued with her process feeling content.
*SQUELCH*
*SCRUNCH*
Derek, meanwhile, was going through hell. Tucked well into Jasmine's crack, the little man felt the full extent of the pressure each of her large cheeks forced on him. Additionally, the air was thick with the girl's sweat and remnants of her recent trip to the bathroom. Derek could hardly breathe this in, choking each time he made a breath. All of these conditions proved nearly impossible for the little assistant to overcome. By the time Jasmine got to her next class, Derek was on the brink of passing out. He very well did so when Jasmine sat down, smothering him in her cheeks.
*SMUSH*
Eventually, Derek came to. Disoriented, it took him a moment to realize where he was. "Oh, still?" Derek thought. He couldn't speak, as he was still inside of Jasmine's cheeks. His face stuffed against her black cheek, speaking was futile. Should he even try, Derek would likely just get a mouthful of the sweaty skin of the chubby Jasmine's ass. "How long has it been? Can she not feel me?" In the outside world, it was lunch time. Jasmine had just grabbed her meal and was heading over to sit with her friends. Rubbing Derek was her butt, which was nothing unusual for the past however long he had been captive. Derek was without most of his energy, having been drained from such a harsh environment. When Jasmine sat down, Derek was unfortunate enough not to pass out.
*SQUISH*
"MMPH!" Derek's mouth was pursed as Jasmine sat down, giving the chubby girl's padded cheek a smooch. Disgusted. Derek cursed in his mind, acting as though he could spit out the less than appealing taste of the kiss. While this was in and of itself bad, it only got worse. Probably ten minutes into eating her meal, while conversing with her friends, Jasmine let out a toot. To her, it was nothing outrageous. As a matter of fact, it was rather mild. However, inside of her cheeks, Derek rattled around as they vibrated, the warm air soon rushing over him. He held his breath for as long as he could as the wind kept on blowing. He jiggled against the wavy cheeks of Jasmine. At last, the fart ended. Derek couldn't hold his breath anymore and exhaled before taking a deep breath. He choked. Jasmine's gas was far worse than he ever expected. "I can't... I can't take much more of this," he thought. Though he couldn't take much more, more is what he got. When the girls were finishing their meal, one of them pointed out to Jasmine that her thong was sticking out from her leggings. Quick to correct it, the chubby black girl pulled it up, along with her leggings, which soon covered the G-string.
*SLIP*
*SQUELCH*
This seemingly innocent action sent Derek careening further into Jasmine's ass. Now residing far too deep to be recovered, the little assistant was doomed. The smell here was unbearable. He lasted about five minutes longer before passing out, just in time for Jasmine to leave the lunch room along with her friends, her cheeks smushing him in between them.
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Derek never saw the light of day again. Residing deep in Jasmine's cavernous crack, the little guy was stuck for good. He was lowered into her butt as Jasmine went the rest of her day as a student. Never once feeling the little guy buried within her backside, the black student casually felt good about her day. Meanwhile, Derek, the tiny assistant, found a new permanent residence. Though he wouldn't ever come back to consciousness again, this was probably a good thing. His little body remained wedged inside of Jasmine for plenty of time to come...  |
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