You feel the girl begin to run, bouncing you up and down repeatedly against the fabric of pull-up like a trampoline. Eventually she crashes down on her small chair as the rest of the class also find their seats for lunchtime. You hear lots of laughter and high-pitched squeels as the girls get ready to eat.
You are crushed very tightly between JuJu and the chair, in fact, it's only the softness of her cheeks and the padding of her trainers that prevents you from being totally crushed. You can't feel your legs. All you can do is stare up at the small window of light that has opened up between her lower back and the waistband of her pull-up after she sat down.
"My mommy bought me a bwand new fancy dollie! I'll bwing it tomorrow to show you guys!" another girl says.
"Oh ya? I've got a new speshul dolly now too!" JuJu replies.
"No way it's as good as mine!"
"Yeah, show us then!" another girl chimes in.
Julianna figets a bit, and lets out a nervous fart. You gasp for breath as you're surrounded by a fresh wave of vapors smelling of rotten eggs. Then, she reaches back and digs her hand down into her Pull-up. Her hands search for you a few times, then find you, pulling you out roughly by your shoulders.
She plops you on the table and you are greeted by the sight of her and 3 others at her table looking at you with wonder. You're glad to be free from Julianna's dutch oven underwear, but now you may be in more trouble...
"Here he is! Can you tell who he is?"
Melissa, another older girl, looks at you closely. "Oooh, wow! That's our teacher!"
The other two girls at the table just let out long "ooohs".
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