you stared around at your surroundings confused. you can see black leather walls on three sides of you and something wooden infront...OH GOD, that bitch had dropped you on the teachers chair. you struggled to reform, not sure how blackened you were from your trip to school but not wanting to be found on the chair all that much either. you twitched and slowly began popping into three dimentions when your blood turned cold hearing "good morning class" as your english teacher Miss Hamlet entered the room. the chair was pulled back jerking your view of the ceiling as you stared up at her monolithic body. she was a young teacher, a pretty curvy blonde but you always got the feeling she didn't like you much. she graded you harshly and if she ever saw you stuck somewhere, she went about her day never offering help. today she was wearing a dark grey tight dress, it matched your current shade of tyre treads quite well.
she sat down to begin the regester. you tried in vain to cry out to her as her giant ass crashed down onto her leather chair, the faint hiss of air escaping the cushion deafening to you as she wriggled to get comfortable, scraping you between the supple leather and the smooth fabric of her dress with her well rounded ass pressing down on you. you couldn't make out words from this position in the room, but you heard what sounded like laughter from Kara and Miss Hamlet scolding her for laughing in class over nothing.
her body heat was unbearable, the leather was warm, her ass was warm. your dirty crushed and beaten body softening in the hot climate it found itself trapped in. you could feel the stitching of the leather chair biting into you from behind and felt your face being squished into the tiny microscopic gaps of the fabric of her dress. to make matters worse, Miss Hamlet let out a very silent but incredibly deadly torrent of gas right on you. your body smothering the smell so it didn't escape, but it knocked you right out.
eventually she stood up to walk about the class, Kara grinned glancing at the chair and her ass as she passed by to see where you ended up...
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