This choice: You can't escape as she sits. • Go Back...Chapter #8Melody's True Ditzyness by: bobob1   In your mesmerized stupor, the idea to jump out of the way and move to safety came just a few seconds too late. As soon as you began to run, your fate was already sealed. Completely distracted by skimming through her Biology textbook, Melody plopped back down onto her bed without a second thought. The “safe” place she had set her tiny tutor down at had already slipped her mind.
Melody’s absolutely massive butt crashed down onto you, forcing you onto your back. You were pressed face first and spread eagle into her right butt cheek, instantly flattened like a bug beneath the ditzy cheerleader’s big bubble butt. You mentally groaned, Melody’s full weight currently pressing down on you, her tight skinny jeans offering you no respite from the pain she was inflicting upon you.
“Oh! It was chapter nine.” Melody smiled. “Like, I totally thought it was, but I like, literally couldn’t remember.” Melody set her textbook down on her lap, and looked down and to her side. “Ready to start studying…huh?”
Noticing that you weren’t on her bed (despite not even looking for you in the same spot she had put you down at in the first place) Melody titled her head in confusion. She glanced all around her bed, her body twisting side-to-side. Her ass ground you against the bed as she shifted, harshly rubbing you against the rough fabric of her skinny jeans.
“Scott? Er…Steven? Whatever your name was? Hello?” Melody called out to you, growing increasingly agitated that she wasn’t receiving an immediate response from you. “Tiny little tutor guy? Like, where did you go?”
Melody began to bounce up and down on her bed impatiently, baffled at where her little tutor could have disappeared to. Over and over, her ass slammed down onto the bed, repeatedly sending waves of pain through your body. You winced with every slam, your squishy body beginning to stick to the cheerleader’s rear end.
Finally, Melody stood up, briefly relieving you from the pressure and pain. She began to pace around her room, scanning the floor for any trace of you. Sadly, she had exerted enough pressure earlier to keep you firmly plastered to her ass. You bounced along with her butt like a good little sticker. You knew it would take several minutes to reform by this point, and could only hope that Melody would give you that time.
“SANDRA!” Melody cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled, then began to giggle. “Wait, that’s, like, a girl’s name. Whoops.” Melody bent down to peer under her bed. “Cute little tutor guy! Are you, like, down here. I totally have no idea where you are!”
Just then, Melody’s phone buzzed, and she looked over her shoulder instinctually. By some glorious coincidence, Melody was bending down near her full body mirror. As she looked over her shoulder, she spotted the reflection of herself in the mirror, and noticed a conspicuously tiny-human shaped sticker on her ass.
“Ha ha ha! What? Is that you, little squishy Seth?” Melody asked, a coy smile on her face. “Like, why are you hugging my butt, you little weirdo.” Melody waited for a response, then frowned after a minute of silence. “Okay, you can get off now Simon, or whatever your name is. That’s, like, enough groping my ass. Even though it is, like, pretty nice.”
After you didn’t move, Melody backed up and approached her mirror. She ran her hands over your body, and was surprised to feel almost no difference between the fabric of her jeans and your body. She attempted several times to slip her long nails between her butt and your tiny body, but couldn’t manage to gain any leverage.
“Are…you…stuck?” Melody whined, nearly slapping at her butt in her increasingly agitated attempts to rip you free. By now, her efforts were only pressing you more against her tight jeans. “Ugh! This is, like, totally super annoying!” Melody complained. Mentally, you voiced the same complaints. Being stuck to a ditzy cheerleader’s posterior was not what you had planned for the day.
Then, Melody proceeded to absolutely shatter your hopeful thoughts that she had a single smart bone in her body, by dropping back onto her bed with a deep sigh. All over again, her full weight slammed down onto you, and you let out a mute groan of pain, buried deep under her curvaceous rear end. Any slight progress you had made towards reforming was ruined in an instant.
“I can’t believe your, like, super stuck to my butt. You gross little perv. I thought you were, like, helping me study, not feeling me up.” Melody ranted, obviously misinterpreting the entire situation. “I need your help studying, and you’re just hugging my ass.” Melody let out a long sigh, and glanced down at her butt, scrunching up her face in thought.
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