*THUD*
Derek landed on a hard surface, the wind being knocked out of him immediately. He struggled to breathe for a few moments, panicking while the lack of airflow took its toll. When he sat up and opened his airways, things got better. Still breathing heavily, Derek finally calmed himself down gradually and then began to process where it was he was at. "Oh, I landed on one of the seats," he uttered aloud. By seats, Derek was talking about one of the lunch seats the students used. He would normally be alarmed by this and be in a rush to hop down, but there was no one seated at the long table he was at. As a result, Derek took this time to relax and try to recover some of the energy that was lost during his flight through the air to the rough landing. He was a bit sore from having gone through that brief event, so recovering was not such a long shot. However, he hardly had any time before the elementary class he was assisting began to fill up the seats around him. Now knowing the trouble he was in, Derek stood up to walk away. He was too late. A shadow fell over the tiny assistant and quickly fell. "What the hell? Stop! I'm down-"
*SQUISH*
Derek, while pleading, looked to the sky just before the shadow ensnared him to find a bright pair of light blue panties falling on him. He found himself square in the middle of the overtly large elementary student's butt, right against the very same underwear that he was able to register. The girl felt him right away and started to rub against the seat.
*RUB*
*TWIST*
"MMMMPH!" Derek exclaimed. He wanted to let the girl know that he was there, but unfortunately while she was moving movements wouldn't do the trick. Instead, the little guy foolishly relied on yelling, which was naturally muffled by the little girl's butt. "It's starting to get a little uncomfortable," Derek thought as the girl continued to shift in her seat. "Although it never was comfortable to begin with." The temperature was starting to rise under this girl's backside and her frequent squirming also served to make Derek uncomfortable. "What's next? Can't she just stand up? There is no way she doesn't feel me," he thought. Again, Derek wanted to do more than he was capable of. Thanks to his perfectly located position right in the center of the girl's butt, Derek could not move well enough to get out himself. This became an even larger problem than before when the little girl farted.
*PFFRRT*
The elementary student tried to restrain herself, and was able to reduce the noise at least a little bit, but she couldn't stop. Beneath her, Derek was going crazy as the warm wind pelted him. Apart from the warmth, the smell was the first thing to hit the little guy and he choked. He tried screaming again, but the moment Derek opened his mouth, it happened again.
*PBLRRRT*
This time, a thunderous (to Derek) fart was released by the girl. With his mouth open, Derek choked down the mighty gas blast and consequently kept his mouth shut for good until he was able to get out from under the girl. Meanwhile, the girl was embarrassed as her classmates started teasing her for tooting. She awkwardly squirmed in her seat, concentrating her weight directly onto the little man she was sitting on and emphasizing the stench. Derek was running out of oxygen, being forced to inhale this stale replacement. Finally, to escape the embarrassment from her friends, the girl shifted her focus to the little thing she felt beneath her. Leaning to her right, the elementary student lifted her butt up and found Derek, laying flat on the middle of the chair. Shocked, she peeled him off and brought him around to her lap.
Derek chuffed in and out large breaths of fresh air, incredibly relieved to finally being released from the gas chamber. He opened his eyes a moment later to find himself being kept underneath the table, hidden from the view of the other kids. The girl then peered under the table, her head and face now visible to Derek. She had curly brown hair, freckles, and peachy skin. Her green eyes stood out to Derek. She shyly smiled at the little man in her hands. "Hello," she whispered. "I'm Ana. Nice to meet you. I, um, didn't mean to sit on you. I'm sorry." Derek let out a faint smile. "It's nice to meet you Ana, I'm Mr. Bates." One of the other students was curious to know what was going on and interrupted Ana. She quickly pulled Derek from the under the table and shoved him back on her seat, sitting on him once again. The little man choked as the scent of her emissions still remained. As the girl spoke with her friends, Derek waited impatiently underneath her.
What happens to Derek next?
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