This choice: I wriggle free of the death trap • Go Back...Chapter #3I wriggle free of the death trap by: Unknown Oh thank goodness. I manage to wriggle free from his butt, but just barely. My body feels broken and beat down. I look up behind me. The oblivious giant, Derek, shifts from side to side looking at my notebook for the answers. His butt cheeks are huge! They must be about four stories tall in comparison to me! And twice as wide! They're disgustingly huge! They're so fat that they jiggle every time he moves and yet it seems that they're pretty muscular, too. I don't know what to do. I need help, but I don't want to get it from him! I need to though! Gosh it stinks like the boys bathroom!
I start walking around the stool, so I can get around his butt and climb the side of his thigh. I keep walking left away from his butt crack. I keep walking for about a minute until I reach the edge of the stool. Dammit, his butt is hanging over the edge! Is Derek's butt really so big that it has to hang over the edge of the stool?! Ugh, it's probably hanging over the edge on the other side, too! I'm going to have to climb his ass! I look up high above me. All I see is underwear. Why does he have to sag so low? I look behind me at the wall. There's only ten minutes of chemistry left. After this we have English. I have to climb his butt in order to get to him. He's probably sleeping like he usually does in the last ten minutes of every single class. He wont be moving as much now.
I approach his butt crack, the seams are a lot larger near here. It smells god awful. I look up. His butt is impressive and imposing. They're huge! His butt cheeks are so big they're casting a slight shadow over my body! All i see is butt, I can't even see his back, or the ceiling for that matter. This climb is going to bite ass. Literally!
I grab onto the underwear. It's damp to the touch. I pull myself up as fast as I can. There's not much time left and I know I won't be able to hang onto his butt once he starts moving! I have to use my rock climbing skills so I can climb his butt. I push my weight into it and then throw myself over so now I'm on the top of his butt cheeks. It's like a really steep hill now, so I can walk instead of climb. I run as fast as I can towards his waistband. I reach the waistband and am a bit disheartened. I basically have to scale a wall now. Thankfully it's a wall of fabric so now it's like climbing a wire fence. I'm used to climbing fences. Years of running from bullies taught me to climb the fence and jump over the top. So that's what I did. Boy what a mistake that was. I climb all the way to the top of the waistband and, out of force of habit, jumped over. Straight into the butt crack of Derek the Bully.
I scream as I slide down along Derek's smelly crack, before I finally manage to grab onto a long hair and now I'm just hanging. I manage to stand up with the help of the hair, like one of those mountain climbers who use rope to get to the top of the mountain. I need to find a way out of here! I can't breathe too well! I can't climb his crack, it's too slippery. Maybe I can climb the underwear? I would have to slide down a little further down his butt crack where his underwear meets his butt cheeks, but then I run the risk of falling UNDER his butt cheeks.
I better find a way out of here before class is over and he starts moving. I won't be able to survive in between his butt cheeks when he's walking. I definitely won't survive if I fall under his butt cheeks and he sits on me. The first time was a complete fluke! There's no way I'll be able to position myself at the most perfect degree that his butt cheeks won't crush me! I can't do that again!
Ugh, this is so gross, just hanging over his crack by hanging onto his butt hair. It's so hot in here. The smell is making me dizzy and I feel the need to puke. Aw, man what if he rips a fart?! I need to get out of here! My best bet is to risk falling under his butt cheeks and sidle down his butt crack and, once I'm close enough, jump onto and climb his sweat drenched underwear. I need to know how much time I have, though. And, as if in answer to my question, the teacher's voice rings out, "Class dismissed."
I scream out as Derek's butt cheeks open up like a hungry monster that had shit for breakfast. I scream as I fall towards the dank dark opening of his butt crack, but then somehow I pull of this crazy Tarzan stunt and swing onto his right butt cheek. I'm still holding onto his butt hair! At this moment in time I make a promise to myself to never let go of Derek's butt hair for anything! I start bouncing wildly as Derek walks nonchalantly to class. A simple step forward for him is a massive horror show for me! No, no, no, no! I scream as I start sliding toward his crack again. I'm still holding onto his butt hair, but it's not helping me! Derek's simplest movement and my added weight causes the butt hair to swing me over back to his crack and I fall in, but I can't do my epic Tarzan swing again and Derek's butt cheeks close in on me!
"Aaaauugh!!!" I scream in pain as Derek's butt cheeks pound me mercilessly and grind me, too. It's like being in between two boulders while being mercilessly twisted. If he only knew what he was doing to me. Who the hell am I kidding? If he knew I was in his ass I'd be dead by now. I must have broken a rib, and Derek's ass keeps pounding me. I'm too heavy to get the butt hair swinging again. I'm growing weaker and weaker with every time I am crushed and grinded by his butt cheeks. My brain is getting foggy, I can barely think through all the pain, the smells, and the slimey feel of his butt cheek walls. Tears stream down my face as I think to myself how humiliating it is to die in my Bully's butt. I have to get out of here. I only have one option; Ignore the pain and climb the butt hair, swing myself over onto his butt cheek and slide down, hoping that Derek's underwear leg is open enough for me to get through and fall onto his thigh.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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