You are surrounded by massive pillows of softness that resemble breasts if you aren’t mistaken but you have no idea how you got there. You can still hear your classmates as they are leaving for the weekend but your soft prison seems to be somewhat still considering the time of day. You hear a soft voice above you rumble into life. “ have a great weekend class, remember to get your homework assignments done. I will be checking first thing Monday morning!” She yelled over the noisy kids as they left. Oh no, that must mean you are in the blouse of Ms. Stone you think to yourself. She’s a new teacher this year and crazy hot but is definitely not going to be ok with some random boy touching her chest. Ms. Stone is that one sexy teacher in her early twenties fresh out of college that every senior ogles day in and day out. Mike would know considering he had been eyeing her since day one. Now with a clear classroom she takes a sip of her all but cold tea dripping some down into her cleavage by mistake. Mike tries to take cover from the offending liquid but some splashes on his now tiny form.
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