Glancing down at her chair, Miss Williams saw nothing but the tan like coloured material. she ran her hands over her skirt incase something was stuck there. when that turned out to be clean as well, she shrugged and sat back down, smashing her giant ass back down on your helpless putty form. the pressure, warmth and smell were intense trapped like this, and her ass flesh and the chair cushion muted the outside world to you. all you could do was listen to the occasional creak of a spring inside the cushion and feel her shift her weight about ontop of you.
Miss Williams calmed the laughing class down and began the lesson. every now and then one of the children would look over and giggle, but soon they were too focused on the task at hand to think about the squishy new kid under their teachers ass. you on the other hand could do nothing but think about how you were trapped. the warmth was softening your already putty like body and you could feel the pinch of the chair as your body was slowly squeezed between the tiny stitching that held the cushion together. a few times during the eternity called class, Miss Williams let out a bit of gas. quiet and unnoticed by her students, you gotthe full force of the stench. this was the worst thing Stevie had done to you in weeks.
Eventually the bell rang to signal breaktime and the class emptied. Miss Williams finally standing up and giving you fresh air, though you felt flatter than ever, molded to the shape of her ass imprint on the cushion. you heard the click of her heels fade away as she left the classroom, most likely heading to the teachers lounge for the break period. you tried to struggle, to peel yourself from the cushion, but the stitching held you like a thousand tiny anchors. through the window you could hear the screams and laughter of the children playing, but other than that your world was silent. you still couldn't see thanks to your face being mixed up earlier and had no idea how long you had been trying to reform.
eventually though, you hear the bell ring again and shortly after, in come the children milling back to their seats, the click of heels signalling Miss Williams is close behind them. you let out a silent whimper just before she sat back down on you. this was going to be a very long day. all through class you feel her weight upon you like before, every now and then she stands up to walk around the class but that relief never lasts long before she is sitting again. During the lunch hour you desperatly tried to rip yourself from the cushion but what little progress you had made, was instantly undone when Miss Williams returned afterthe hour. eventually the school day ended and the children went home, you hoped for some relief. of course you forgot a teacher stays late to do their marking.
For the next few hours there was nothing but silence and shifting weight as she got through her pile of marking and checking on the classes projects. unaware she had a student trapped under her ass as she worked all day. finally however, her day was done and she stood up to go home after her long day...
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.13 seconds at 5:26am on Apr 25, 2025 via server WEBX2.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author