*SLURP*
*SLUSH*
Aria continued to play with Derek, her tongue folding over the little guy as the class continued. "God, what is the point of this?" Derek thought to himself. He continuously fought Aria's advances, her tongue persistently covering the little assistant. Eventually, Aria's patience ran out and, despite her enjoying Derek as her little accessory, had enough with his struggles. The punk girl spat Derek out onto a napkin she had from her backpack. "Look at you, disgusting," she sneered. Derek rolled his eyes as he wiped off the girl's saliva. "Whatever," he mumbled. He knew better than to mouth off to this girl right now. While she needed to be reported for her actions, it was better not to tell her at the moment. Derek knew that she would have just done something worse to prevent him from going on with his plan. He was suddenly caught off guard as the girl got a sly grin on her face. She picked him off of the napkin and balled him up between her fingers. In discomfort, Derek tried asking her what she was doing. Instead of giving him a clear response, Aria responded with "See ya later, pipsqueak." Then, the girl lined up her shot. She looked for an unbecoming area of the classroom. Spotting an empty seat, Aria was initially going to overlook it and toss Derek elsewhere. When she spotted a backpack next to the chair, indicating that its occupant was just not present at the time, Aria changed her mind. With perfect trajectory, the punk flicked Derek away, right towards the seat.
*THUD*
"Oof!" Derek exclaimed. Landing on the chair, the little guy slid out a little bit before stopping. "What the hell was that," he groaned as he sat up. Derek analyzed the situation. It appeared that there were students all around him, he just managed to wind up on the one empty one. Looking to the side, he discovered the backpack leaning up against the desk. "Oh shit," Derek mumbled, "this is someone's seat. I gotta-"
*THUMP*
*STOMP*
An unexpecting few steps from behind him sent Derek right back onto his backside. In shock, he spun around and discovered a black girl heading down the aisle. She wore black leggings, a purple hoodie, and had curled black hair. Additionally, she was on the heavier side, a few pounds noticeable from all sides of her. "Shit, please don't let this be the student," Derek begged. With her approaching so quickly to the seat, he hadn't a chance to climb down or up. All Derek could do was hope that he wasn't in the seat this girl was heading for. Another few thuds came by and stopped. Derek, in nervous anticipation, slowly looked to his side. Above him stood the black girl, her hair just stopping bouncing as she stopped in place. "No!" Derek screamed. "Down here, wait! Before you sit down!" The girl turned and faced the other way, revealing her abnormally large ass. "Dear God, no..." Derek mumbled. The heavyset girl then sat down.
*SQUELCH*
*RUB*
*CRUNCH*
"That's weird," the black girl thought, "the chair feels different than before. What is that?" Having felt Derek, the student started rubbing around in the chair, trying to get comfortable. Meanwhile, the tiny guy now smushed under the wide girl's ass was sliding to and fro against her leggings, his body crunching under her weight. "Get me out of here!" Derek winced in pain. When the girl finally got comfortable, she relaxed. Derek lay motionless, unable to move an inch underneath the girl's incredibly heavy backside. He thought that he would soon pass out. As a matter of fact, the little assistant was shocked he wasn't knocked unconscious the moment the black girl sat on him. But that didn't matter so much anymore. Derek just wanted a way to get out from beneath her. However, the girl remained in her seat the rest of the class period, lasting forty-five minutes.
*YANK*
*SQUISH*
When the class was over, the black student, named Jasmine, gathered her things and stood up. Bouncing up with her was Derek, who had been sat on long enough to stick to the big girl's ass. Having sunk into her leggings, the tiny guy's body was hardly visible. What was visible was the vague outline of Derek's upper body, the cushion of Jasmine's butt threatening to swallow it as well. She walked out of the classroom as the bell rang, completely unaware that there was a tiny man wedged against her butt. With the between class intermission lasting seven minutes, Jasmine decided to go to the bathroom. She found an open stall immediately and closed it. Dropping her pants, Derek was finally freed. He loosened up the moment he hit the floor and fell backwards. "Yes!" he exclaimed. Now that he was free, Derek had to choose what his next move was. Should he get Jasmine's attention? Should he hitch a ride with her to wherever it was she was going? Or should he risk it and run out into the open of the girl's bathroom and try to get out on his own? With these difficult decisions to contend with, Derek froze.
What does the little man end up deciding on?
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