Derek was no longer able to move. Having slid down just a touch too far, he was surrounded by flesh from every angle. "Can she not feel me?" he thought. "Surely with all this girth she's packing she would be able to feel someone being hugged from all sides." But Mrs. Johnson was distracted with her class all settled in and ready to begin her lesson, she thought that Derek was all right on his own and would momentarily be assisting students that need help. With that reassuring thought in mind, the blonde teacher got under way, first beginning with some diagrams on the whiteboard.
*SQUISH*
*RUB*
"MMMPH!" Derek cried. His colleague's boobs squeezed in on him as she went writing about on the whiteboard. Completely smushed within, Derek couldn't even move his hand up and down as the oblivious woman controlled him. As he struggled to loosen himself up, Derek at least took to good with the bad. "At the very least," he reasoned, "it doesn't smell all that bad in here. Not too perfumey and still tolerable." Though just because Mrs. Johnson had put on perfume, Derek wasn't particularly happy with the predicament that he found himself in. While he remained stuck between the woman's large breasts, she continued to work.
Fifteen minutes passed and it was now that Derek realized that Mrs. Johnson had no idea of what she had done and would be of no help to him. There was not a moment that passed now where Derek thought that the blonde woman would even feel what was inside her shirt. The little guy desperately tried to twist and turn, wiggle against the colossal boobs that he found himself stuck in, but no matter the effort it didn't seem to pay off. Derek began to resign now. Though he still had a little over forty-five minutes of class left, he knew that moving around and wasting his energy wouldn't be such a good idea. Especially if he as able to get out and had to get back to teaching. Who knew what would happen if Derek didn't have the energy to stand on his own. Thus, the little guy finally gave in and accepted his position in Mrs. Johnson's chest.
Finally, with about ten minutes left of class, the blonde teacher took note of Derek's absence. Curious, she walked around as the students worked on a worksheet, looking for her tiny assistant. There was no trace of Derek anywhere in the classroom. Concerned, Mrs. Johnson went back to her desk and prepared to call security. Just then, she felt a slight bump inside of her bosom. Thinking it was just an itch, the woman casually squeezed her boobs together and the little sensation subsided.
*SMUSH*
Derek groaned as the white balls of flesh squished him once more. He was growing fatigued, the lull of his colleague's warm bosom beginning to take its effect. Of course, the occasional squeeze didn't help. Nor did the persistent tight hold of Mrs. Johnson's boobs when at rest. "Come on, Grace," Derek muttered. "I'm sure you know I'm not around. Where could I possibly be? And what could possibly be such a bother in your shirt?" The little guy started to grow optimistic again when he heard the bell sound. Surely with the end of class Mrs. Johnson would finally act on Derek's absence. But he was wrong. Instead of going through with her curiosity on her assistant's whereabouts, the blonde teacher packed her things and walked out of the room, heading to her next class. Derek was indignant as he was shaken once more. He bumped and twisted, was squeezed and slipped. "She's going to her next class and still hasn't realized that I'm in her chest," the little guy sighed. "What next?"
What happens to Derek next?
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