Derek screamed as he fell out of the sky. He hadn't a clue where he was going when he initially launched out of Alexia's hand, but he soon found out when he started his descent. Derek observed that he was right on track for the lunch ladies' area. Right below him, two lunch ladies stood serving food to students that were in line. Either Derek was to land in a student's tray of food, on the food counter, or onto any of the people, student or staff, that stood there. As he came closer to landing, Derek grimaced. He was heading straight for the left woman's chest. "Please, let her notice me," Derek pleaded. "I don't want to disappear from this planet just yet." He opened his eyes one time before landing. Derek's entire field of vision was a soppy, sweaty pair of black boobs, ripe from having worked around the kitchen and serving students.
*ZOOP*
"Oh!" the left lunch lady called. "Something just fell into my chest!" Her coworker looked at her as if she was crazy. "Would you quiet down?" the right woman said. "There are children wanting their lunch." The left lunch lady shot her a companion a look while continuing her job. "Yeah, whatever." Though she got back to work, the woman was very curious as to what it was that had managed to land squarely between her boobs.
Meanwhile, Derek sank deeper and deeper between the working woman's breasts. "Help!" he cried. The amount of sweat that the woman had generated while working was a massive problem for Derek. He slipped as he made contact with them. By moving around, Derek only did himself a disservice. The more he moved, the more he slipped down. Eventually, the little guy came to a stop. It was now so tight in the woman's chest that he could go no further. "Oh God," Derek wheezed. The lunch lady's boobs squeezed and rubbed against him as she worked. She kept moving and moving, never once stopping for a break. For the poor little man in her bosom, this was hell. Sweat poured onto him, his clothes soon drenched in the woman's bodily liquid. The pressure was outrageous, the bear hug she provided becoming almost unbearable. Then there was the heat. Of course, with the woman working as hard as she was, she would surely generate a lot of body heat. This heat, then, would produce the sweat. Therefore, overall, the setting that Derek had fallen into was not designed for a little man.
*RUB*
*SQUEEZE*
*BUMP*
"MMMPH!" Just like that, Derek's mouth was covered. As a matter of fact, his whole face was now buried in the inside of the lunch lady's right boob. Her slick sweat ran down the little man's visage and onto his body. Gagging, Derek tried to push away, but there was another round object to the back of him that was preventing him from getting away. "Someone please help me!" Derek thought. It seemed as though his torture was never going to end as this first lunch just went on and on. After some twenty more minutes, though, Derek was finally granted some relief. The lunch lady went on break.
Once in the break room, the black woman sat down. She had forgotten about the thing that had dropped into her shirt, but it didn't take long for her to remember when she felt that same thing squirming in her cleavage. "Oh, that's right," she puffed. The woman reached into her sweaty chest and managed to pull, with some strength as Derek was really buried, out the little man. Derek breathed a massive sigh of relief and collapsed onto his back. "What in the world?" the lunch lady asked. "Is that a little man I see? Boy, do I have some questions for YOU!" Derek was in no mood to answer questions. After having spent near a total of a half an hour inside of this woman's sauna of a chest, he was ready for a nap.
"Wake up!" the woman cried. "For goodness sake, you have some explaining to do, young man!" Derek again ignored her. "All right, if you don't wake up, I'll have to take you with me back on my shift." Derek shot up, not wanting to go back in there. He looked up at the black woman, who was both irritated and welcoming. "Now, who are you?" she asked.
How does Derek respond?
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