Thinking he would get in trouble should he talk to this woman, Derek tried hopping off her hand. He landed with a soft thud on her thigh and tried running away. Panicking, Derek didn't find himself much balance on the lunch lady's soft thigh and wound up tripping. He landed back on the woman's thigh and started sliding. Just a short moment later, Derek found himself to be in between the lunch lady's legs. He looked up and found her face peering down at him with an irritated look. The middle-aged woman quickly closed her legs, trapping Derek in between her thighs. "Huh, you seem like quite the troublemaker. I expect to hear about who you are, how you got so small, and what you were doing between my boobs. In the meantime, I need to get back to work. You're coming with me, whether you like it or not." The woman opened her legs and pulled Derek out. She squeezed him in her hand and gazed at him for a moment. "Look at you, what a silly boy you are. Now come, back to where you were." The lunch lady lowered Derek. He looked down and saw the massive melons belonging to her, the very ones he had previously been stuck in. "No, wait! I'll talk, I promise!" Derek begged. The woman laughed. "Well, I love to hear it. But I need to get back to work. Let's talk later." The lunch lady then stuffed Derek back into her sweaty cleavage, pushing him all the way down to the tightest part.
Derek moaned as the woman left him. Though he was as low in her chest as he had been before, somehow Derek had even less room to move this time around. The black woman's boobs were so constricting that the little guy could barely move his appendages. Furthermore, she was still incredibly sweaty. The liquid poured onto Derek from each and every angle as the lunch lady got up from her chair and walked back to the cafeteria. She felt Derek trying his best to even squirm and laughed at the fact he wasn't going anywhere. Soon thereafter, the woman put Derek to the back of her mind as she started serving students their lunch.
The following lunch hour was a massively busy one. The lunch ladies worked their butts off to provide quick and efficient service. One by one, students left looking pleased with their plates. The black lunch lady was happy with herself, as with the students that were being very polite. The other lunch lady, a short and stocky white woman, was noticeably less pleased. Clearly having a bad day at work, she was grumpy and didn't hide it. Students tried not to speak with her, or even make eye contact. They much preferred the black lunch lady who, despite being overwhelmed with work, was still being very nice. Meanwhile, on that very same lunch lady...
*SMUSH*
*SQUISH*
A very small teaching assistant was being dominated by her breasts. Swaying left and right, coming together before springing back, the lunch lady's boobs were causing Derek great trouble. "I could have landed literally any other place in the lunch room, why did it have to be here?" Derek complained as he spit out a mouthful of sweat. It started to smell at this point, which only served to reinforce the miserable conditions of constant squeezing, rubbing, and the heat. He now regretted not being open with the lunch lady. Derek could have potentially avoided being stuffed down her shirt for the second lunch rush, but he chose to take the risky route. "Look where that got me," he sneered. Derek then sighed and let the lunch lady do her work.
A half an hour later, the second lunch period concluded. Each of the lunch ladies headed back to the break room, where they had a ten minute rest before the next lunch period. Naturally, the black lunch lady sat down in a chair and pulled Derek out. This time, he was much more compliant. Sitting in front of the woman on the table in front of her, Derek went into detail about his role at the school and the story he had into how he had fallen into the woman's cleavage. The lunch lady couldn't help but laugh at the story, though she believed it. She wanted to talk more, but then the third lunch period came around.
What happens to Derek as the third lunch period comes?
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