This choice: Trouble brews between himself and Ana • Go Back...Chapter #6"What have I done?" by: Tisch  After a few minutes of a second trip beneath the elementary student, Derek was released again. Ana leaned over and pulled him out again. "I'm sorry," she apologized again. "I just didn't want anyone to see you. You're so little, like a toy." Derek grimaced and knew what was coming. While in the little girl's hand, he shrunk. Now down to a mere two inches tall, Derek was annoyed. The girl, on the other hand, was surprised. "Whoa! How did you do that?" she exclaimed quietly. Again, she was trying to hide the little man from the other students, and so she kept him against her stomach. "I didn't do anything, it was something you said," Derek honestly answered. "Wait, no, that's a lie!" He shut his eyes in disgust after realizing what he did. The last thing he would have wanted to do was to tell a student the secret to making him smaller. "Oh, so are you saying I can make you smaller?" Ana's eyes lit up. Derek didn't say anything. Now having fun, the little girl decided to be cheeky. "Okay, little person, let's have some fun!" Derek tried waving his hands out in protest, but Ana didn't seem to take any notice. She leaned to her side again and put Derek back down on her seat. "No, Ana, stop!" Derek yelled. His eyes widened in terror as the light blue panties of the little girl rushed back down on him.
*SMUSH*
Ana giggled playfully as she rubbed her butt onto the little assistant. Derek's face and body smeared and stretched against the girl's bottom as she continued her onslaught. Then, she farted again.
*PFORT*
Derek choked as the gas blew onto him and now he started to resist. Writhing back and forth, he tried hinting to Ana to let him out. At last, she abided. Leaning back to her side, Ana peeled Derek out from under her. "Did you like that?" she grinned. Derek shook his head. "No! No, that was terrible!" he shot back. "I'm Mr. Bates, by the way, the helper? Please, take me to your teacher at once." Ana frowned. "Why? We're having fun together. I don't want to take you back. I want to keep you." Then, an idea crossed her mind. Though she was young, Ana was sharp. She remembered what Derek had told her and what she had done to make him smaller. "Mr. Bates, do you like my toots?" Ana smirked. Derek's brow furrowed in confusion. "What did you just say?" he asked. Ana repeated. "Do you like my toots? Do you like when I fart on you?"
"Are you kidding? What did I tell you before? NO!" he yelled. Ana shook her head. "That's not good. I want you to like them. It's funny. You should like them, little boy. You're just a doll, you're my toy." Derek shrunk. Now he was a mere one inch tall. His eyes widened. He now realized that Ana knew what she was doing. She was intentionally degrading him to shrink him. "Okay! Stop, please!" Derek cried. Ana giggled. "Yay! Mr. Bates wants to play with me!" The assistant sighed. "All right, Ana. I'll play with you until we get back to class. What do you want me to do?"
"Say you like my farts," the girl commanded. Derek shook his head. "Absolutely not, that's gross." Ana grew cross. "No, say it right now. Or you get smaller. Say you like me sitting on you. It's funny and a good time." Derek winced. He was in a really tricky position. Finally, he relented. "I-I like-*sputter* I like your toots." Ana giggled. "Yay! Mr. Bates likes me farting on him!" Derek tensed up at the sound of it. "One more time! Say you want me to fart on you." Derek was about to shake his head, but the little girl glared at him. "I-ugh-I want you to... fart on me." Ana laughed with glee. "I will fart on you, Mr. Bates. It's funny!" The little girl leaned back over and set Derek down on her seat. Derek looked on in fear as Ana wiggled her butt and brought it back down on him.
*SQUISH*
*PFFFFFT*
"Ough," the little guy choked, "how does this girl have such foul gas? What does she eat?" This time, Ana didn't bring Derek back out from under her. She heard all she needed to hear, that Derek liked her sitting on him. Of course, this was all just so Ana could have fun. Having a real life toy that she could mess with was all she could think about. For the rest of lunch, Ana sat on Derek. Just before the bell to dismiss them came, Ana let out one final fart, this one longer and louder than the rest.
*PBLRRRRRRT*
Just like that, Derek was knocked out cold.
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When Derek came to, he didn't understand where he was. Ana was nowhere in sight. He could see the ceiling and the light within it. Derek tried moving, but he couldn't. He was taped down. "Huh?" the little guy thought aloud. "Where's the teacher? Where's anyone?" As he looked around, Derek realized that he was no longer in the cafeteria. As a matter of fact, he wasn't even in a classroom. Or the school. Derek found himself to be in a bedroom. Suddenly, a door opened. The creaking of its hinges as it swung open started Derek. He turned his head as best he could and saw the cheeky face of Ana hopping in. She pulled back a chair and Derek followed. "Hi, Mr. Bates!" the girl exclaimed. "You were sleeping when I got off of you at lunch, so I put you in my backpack. You didn't wake up, so I brought you home with me!" Derek wanted to say something, but the words just wouldn't come out. "Anyways, I'm happy you're here with me. Now I can fart on you all I want!" Ana laughed. She turned around and showed Derek her underwear again. "Let's have fun!" were the last words Derek would ever hear. The little girl sat down, smushing Derek against her backside. As soon as she did, Ana started pouring on the gas.
*PBLRT*
*PFFT*
*PFERRT*
*PBORT*
The last thing Derek experienced was a rush of hot air. He breathed in one final time to a smell that disgusted him. Slowly but surely, the little man fell unconscious, this being the final time.
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