There were a few times on Jack's ascent of the chair that he thought Jasmine would either accidentally squash him by leaning against the back of her chair or accidentally knock him out of the chair with some random movement, but neither happened. Jack successfully got to the same height as the desktop, but since he was at the back of the student's chair, he couldn't leap to it. Instead, Jack had to perform some acrobatics to get there. He leapt towards Jasmine's sweatshirt, managed to grab on without being shaken off, then just as smoothly hopped onto the table from there. Jack surprised himself with how quickly and safely he managed to get from the back of the girl's chair to her desktop. He didn't want to be cocky, but Jack felt pretty confident about himself after that. Now on the desktop, it was time to get the girl's attention. Jack hoped that she wouldn't think he was a bug.
A moment later, Jack found himself on Jasmine's notebook jumping up and down and waving as she wrote. Her dark hand passed over him once, then when Jack emerged out from underneath it, Jasmine spotted it. At first, she did see him as a bug and was going to dispose of him as such, but when Jasmine took a closer look, she realized that Jack was more than just a bug. She gasped and dropped her pencil, shooting back in her chair. "No way... there's no way that's a person," the student uttered. She leaned forward and over Jack, whose eyes widened at the closeup of her face. She appeared even prettier than on her student ID. "H-hi," Jack stammered, "I'm Jack." Jasmine stood still, looking at Jack in awe before cracking a smile. "Oh my god, I recognize you. You're from my seminar class, aren't you? I can't believe this, how the hell are you so small?" Jasmine leaned back and picked Jack up, holding him in between her index finger and thumb, though letting him stand up. "This is crazy," Jasmine laughed, and started slightly squeezing Jack. "Cut it out," Jack sputtered, before her fingers collapsed on him and he lay flat in between them. "Oops, I'm sorry," the girl apologized. She set Jack back down on her desk and leaned over him once more. "I suppose it doesn't matter how or why you're that small. Anyways, I'm Jasmine," she introduced. Jack stood up. "Nice to meet you. Listen, obviously I shouldn't be here. The fact that I am is pure coincidence, and a bad one at that. Is it possible that you could get me back to my dorm?" he asked.
"Sure, but I think this would be a good opportunity to study together, don't you?" Jasmine offered. Jack thought about it for a minute. "You know, actually that's probably a good idea. The professor threw a lot at us today," he agreed. "Sweet, let's get started then," Jasmine replied.
The two of them then spent the next hour and a half going over the material they received in class. Nothing much transpired other than that, then at the conclusion of the study, the two sat back and relaxed. "Sweet, I'm feeling a lot better about myself after that," Jasmine exhaled. Jack nodded. "So am I. Good thinking with the study session. I wouldn't mind coming back once I'm back to normal." Jasmine raised an eyebrow. "How's that going to work?" Jack shrugged. "I can't really tell you, but it'll happen I'm sure. Anyways, can we get going?"
"Sure, let's," Jasmine replied. She stood up from her desk and grabbed Jack. When she had him in the air, Jasmine grimaced. "Listen, I'm really sorry about this, but it's literally the safest spot for you," the giant girl apologized. She moved her hand with Jack downwards. "What, what are you doing?" Jack asked. He turned around and noticed that Jasmine's free hand had grabbed the waistband to her leggings and was pulling it back. "No, Jasmine, stop," Jack ordered. She kept moving him closer. "Just don't move around, okay?" she asked. Jack looked on in horror as she held him over the ominous gap, what appeared to be a modest thong covering her womanhood. Jack kept complaining and begging her not to drop him, but Jasmine didn't listen and placed him carefully in the front of her leggings. She slowly put her leggings back into place and felt Jack be plastered against the front of her underwear. He gave off a slight sensation, but it wasn't overwhelming. With Jack secure, Jasmine left her room and began making her way to Jack's dorm.
Does something happen along the way or does Jasmine make it to Jack's dorm and drop him off safely?
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