*RUB*
*SQUISH*
*RUB*
As the little girl played at recess, Derek suffered. He constantly swiped up and down against Lola's armpit, collecting a slick sheen of her sweat and soon blending in just fine. The little girl hardly paid attention to him while she played, nearly forgetting that she had put him in her armpit to begin with. However, there were a few times when Lola would feel Derek tickling her and laugh about it. A good while into her playtime, the elementary student raised her arm. "How are you?" she giggled. Derek tried to answer but only got a mouthful of pit. "EUGH!" he yelled, disgusted with himself. Lola poked him with her hand and giggled again. "You're so weird, I like it. I'm surprised you're sticking so well. It really is magic glue!" Before Derek could many any other vain attempts at getting the girl to help him, she lowered her arm and put him back in the humid darkness. Lola went back to playing with her friends for another ten minutes before the recess bell rang and it was off to her next class.
By the time Lola got to her next class, she had forgotten about Derek. Her friends had distracted her with idle conversation and put Derek in the back of her mind. Sitting down in her seat, Lola started doodling in her notebook. Meanwhile, the sweat she excreted while at recess started to build up on the little assistant. Now that Lola had stopped moving, no more sweat would pour out, instead now dripping. With each plop and splash, Derek grew more and more irritated. "This is disgusting," he grumbled. "I should be out there, helping not only her but other students. Instead, this little brat glued me to her fucking armpit." Time passed as the class started and Lola shifted her attention to the teacher. Derek slipped further away from her mind. Losing track of time, the little guy sighed and resigned, for the time being, to his unfortunate position.
What Derek could only have guessed to be an hour went by extremely slowly. He remained plastered against Lola's now sticky peach-colored armpit and wished to be let free. "This glue," Derek thought, "is like military-grade. Why would she use something like this? I'll never come off!" He was right. For the rest of the school day, Derek didn't move an inch while inside of Lola's armpit. When she went to the bus and got on, Derek was shocked. He heard the engine of the bus sitting in idle and started to panic. "This little girl is gonna take me back to her house! This is the first week all over again!" he shouted in his mind. Derek tried fighting against the glue and moving around to get Lola's attention. Nothing came of it. He tried desperately for another five minutes before he heard the bus start to pull away from the school. "Oh my gosh," he groaned. "Not this again."
A little over fifteen minutes later and Lola arrived at her bus stop. She got off with excitement and ran into her house. Dropping her backpack inside the door, the little girl ran to the kitchen and greeted her mom. Derek, meanwhile, could only listen as the girl kept her arm locked against him. "Hi, Lola," a soothing voice spoke. "How was your day?" The little girl grinned. "It was great! We had this little person as our helper for the day and he- oh!" Lola stopped herself mid sentence. She quickly ran away from her mom and started to race to her room upstairs. "Sorry, Mom, I'll be right back!" Lola said. Arriving in her room only a few seconds later, the little girl lifted her arm and found Derek still stuck to her pit. "I'm so sorry!" she frowned. "I forgot about you. Are you okay?" Derek mumbled his answer into the girl's pit. She couldn't understand what he was saying. "Oh, um, I guess you're stuck. Let me try-" Lola started to pull on Derek to try and get him out of her armpit, but it wasn't working. Confused, the little girl tried using a ruler from her backpack to pull him off, but again that wouldn't work. Lola started to panic. At last, Derek was able to scream loudly enough for her to vaguely hear him. "Ma-mpph-ybe you should get y-mmph-your mom!" he said. The girl shook her head. "No, my mommy would not like it. I have to keep you hidden. Sorry, Mr. Bates." Before Derek could protest back, Lola threw her arm down and rubbed Derek a little against her armpit, making sure he would stop talking. Groaning, Derek submitted.
With that, Lola kept her little secret hidden the rest of the night. She went to bed without a worry, leaving the little assistant strapped under her arm.
Does anything happen during the night or does it pass by without a problem?
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