This choice: Yes. You tell Brittany you don't want to help. She doesn't like that answer. • Go Back...Chapter #6You Tell Brittany You Don't Want To Help. by: HiddenSquid   You wriggled as much as you could, which really wasn’t much under Brittany’s tight pink cotton shorts. Her round ass was completely dominated your body, barely giving your tiny body room to move. Luckily though, you did have a miniscule ability to shift around against Brittany’s doughy cheeks. She paused when she felt your small body squirming in her crack, slowly putting it together.
She stood up. For a second, your small body clung to her shorts, but you fell off and back to the chair before Brittany could even turn around to see what happened. The Asian girl looked down at you, a goofy mirth lighting her face.
“Oops! It totally looked like you fell onto the floor, I didn’t mean to sit on you. But for you to fall right under my butt. What are the chances?”
Brittany laughed as she pictured your tiny self falling down her body. You took one more second to get your breath back and then sat up to look at Brittany. She seemed oddly unphased about the fact that she could have just crushed you under her weight. Her attention came back to you, dark eyes looking at you expectantly.
“Okay, so that didn’t work. We’re going to have to think of another way to sneak you in.”
Being crushed was making you rethink about going out in public. You tried to reason with Brittany, hoping you could convince her to take you to the emergency room instead.
“Uhh. Doesn’t that seem a bit dangerous Brittany? Maybe we should find me some help instead. Getting crushed was kind of scary.”
Brittany’s expression narrowed. She crossed her arms, unconsciously accentuating her breasts. But her eyebrows furrowed, and her lips turned down to a line.
“That can wait until after my exam; besides, you were fiiiine.”
She dragged out the last word, still staring down at you judgmentally. She fully expected that you would decide being an inch tall wasn’t that big of a deal and that helping her cheat on a math test was more important.
“Brittany, I’m not helping you unless you take me to a doctor where I can get checked out.”
She raised an eyebrow at you. The look on her face was half annoyed, half amused. When you looked up and remembered this normally petite girl was 50 times bigger than you, it occurred to you that maybe you weren’t in a position to be making demands. Brittany pulled the chair back slightly, which pushed you into a laying position. She stepped over the seat, back to you, then turned her head over her shoulder.
“Well I don’t have time for that. I guess I’ll just have to do some studying since you won’t help me.”
She wasn’t really thinking about sitting on you on purpose was she? That was the last thought that went through your mind before you were once again buried in thin pink cotton. Brittany sat right on you, having no issues with mushing your body under her full weight. She scooted her chair in and made a show of plopping back down. Her petite cheeks wobbled with the motion before settling down and nearly swallowing your body in their cushy embrace.
She then very loudly moved her books and notes around her desk, making sure you heard her getting into position to study. She was really milking this for all it was worth. You started to squirm away, making very slight progress under Brittany’s weight. After about 5 minutes, you managed to poke your head out from her cheek. Before you could speak, one of her hands came down to you.
“So Tony, have you changed your mind about helping me cheat?”
What happens next?
1) You tell Brittany you’ll help her cheat. She’s pleased with you and frees you from her body, but whatever system you come up with will probably put you somewhere else…
2) You refuse to help. In one swift motion, Brittany stuffs you under her crack, undoing all of your progress, and giving you a long chance to rethink your decision.
2) You refuse to help. Brittany tries to think of a more “convincing argument.”
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