"On second thought, I really think you should come with me," Tori firmly said as she spun around towards Derek. She hastily walked back to his area in the break room and snatched him up. "What?" was all that Derek could muster out of his mouth before Tori dropped Derek into her sports tank top. He bounced on her chest, nearly stumbling out of the front and falling, but Tori caught him. "Don't worry, just relax. You're small as it is, this can only mean good things for you. Come on, Derek, just enjoy it," Tori teased. To her surprise, something happened. As Derek lay in her hand, he got smaller. "Oh crap," Derek hissed. Tori laughed in delight. "What the heck was that? How did you get smaller? Oh, you're so cute!" she giggled. Derek sighed. "Just take me where you're going to take me, all right?"
"Yay!" Tori cried. She then stuffed Derek into her cleavage, leaving him nestled deep between her boobs, out of sight from any potential staff. The gym teacher then walked out of the break room and headed to the gym. Inside of her chest, Derek thought to himself. "I didn't think what she said was bad enough to be considered condescending. I mean sure, she kind of mentioned my size and how she would make things 'good' but... ugh. For crying out loud it took me down to at most three inches! Above all, what kind of experiment would make me shrink when people patronize me?" With all the frustration and questions that Derek had, the ride to the gym was a breeze. He hardly even bothered to struggle in Tori's chest. It was tight but soft. Slightly sweaty, but with a pleasant fragrance. At the very least, there were worse places to be.
When Tori arrived at the gym, she walked straight through the room and out to the locker rooms at the other side. She walked into the ladies' locker room and sat down on a bench. From inside her chest, Derek heard her speak to a student. "Georgia," Tori began, "I'm going to have you lead one of the two soccer teams today. Is that all right?" Derek listened as intently as he could, but he couldn't hear well enough to make out distinctive features of the conversation beyond that. The next thing he understood was the conclusion of the conversation. "Sure thing, Ms. Westen." Derek was then shaken as Tori peeled back her boobs. He looked up and found the woman looking down at him with a devious smile. She quickly retrieved him from his cushy environment and held him tightly in her hand. "Georgia," Tori spoke again, "this is Mr. Bates. He is an assistant teacher this year and he offered to help you out with the exercise. He should provide you with some solid support during your game." Derek looked confusingly at Tori. "Um, what are you do-"
"Sounds good, but are you sure this is okay? I thought he was an assistant teacher, not a support buddy," the student responded. Derek looked over to the student, Georgia, having forgotten what he was going to say to Tori. If he had to guess, Derek would think that Georgia was a senior at the school, ready to graduate at the end of the year. She had well tanned skin and straight black hair with brown eyes. It was clear she had already broke out in a sweat. "Of course, of course. Let me just fill Mr. Bates in on his role and we'll get you guys started," Tori said. Georgia nodded and turned around, walking to go speak to someone. She left her shoes on the ground next to Tori. "Okay," the woman said, turning her attention to Derek. "Since you were so hesitant to join me, I think I should clue you in on what the consequences are. You're going to spend the rest of the period working out with Georgia, one of the leading athletes of the grade. Sound good? Good." Derek tried to protest, but Tori had shut her ears off. She grabbed one of the two nearby jogging shoes and held Derek over the entrance. "Tori, what the hell are you doing?" Derek called. She dropped him without giving it a second thought.
*THUD*
"There you go, I'll get you back at the end of the period. Good luck, Derek," Tori winked. She set the shoe back on the ground and went to get Georgia. In a matter of moments, the student returned and sat on the bench, first putting on the opposite shoe. Derek was panicking. He tried jumping up and down to notify the student of his presence, but when she picked the shoe up, he tumbled to the toe. "Dammit," Derek groaned. "At least my tracker should give off my location so I can be- wait a minute, where's my tracker? Oh shit! I left it in the stupid break room! Dammit!" Not long after the little man had realized his mistake, a whiteish sock entered the damp shoe. Derek grimaced as the smell of sweaty sock permeated from it. The girl wiggled her foot into her shoe, her toes reaching the end in no time.
*SQUISH*
*WIGGLE*
"MMPH!" Derek's full body was pressed into the shoe's end and against Georgia's socky toes. "I suppose I could be beneath her sole. This is bad, but it isn't too bad. I need to get out of here though. This isn't okay," he thought. Then, Georgia stood up and started walking.
*STOMP*
*SLIDE*
*SQUELCH*
The star athlete immediately slid Derek away from the toe section of her shoe and covered him with her foot. The immense pressure she then put on him as she walked along was bad as it was, but it was the humidity and smell of the environment that really got to Derek. "What was Tori thinking? I- what about this was a good idea?" Things were only going to get worse as class began.
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