Nothing changed. Time passed. The small teacher's assistant could not break himself free from the sole of a high school student's shoe. Whatever it was that Derek was caught in was an especially strong adhesive. It wasn't gum, Derek determined, but some other weird sticky thing. What it was didn't matter, though. The little guy just wanted to find some way to get out of it. But that wouldn't happen for quite some time. The class went by without a hitch for the student, who diligently took her notes while occasionally glancing at her phone. When the class concluded, she packed up her things quickly and left with haste to walk across the high school campus to her next class.
*CRUNCH*
*SMUSH*
With every step the blonde girl took, the more pain and fatigue Derek felt. "This is hopeless," he groaned, "I'm finished." Though he was taking much abuse, he would at least be able to make it through healthy enough. His body contorted and twisted against the girl's shoe, the substance Derek was caught in preventing him from overdoing his body's flexibility capacity. Though extremely discomforting, Derek knew that he would at least be okay for the time being. Then the student got to her next class and the previous experience repeated all over again.
Things continued like this all day. Derek would get his hopes up as he tried to pry free from this girl's sole, move as much as he could while the student was motionless, then feel the wrath of her steps when she either moved between classes or got up to use the restroom. By the end of the school day, the little teacher's assistant was far from giving himself any chance at making an escape. His fatigue had caught up to him and he could not move on his own accord. However, after a ride in the girl's car as she drove away from the school and a few presses against the gas pedal, Derek finally peeled off of the high school student's shoe. With a squelch, the little guy's body fell limply to the floor of some building he didn't recognize. Groaning, Derek opened his eyes and surveyed the setting. To his surprise, it was an ice cream parlor. "What the hell?" he muttered as he sat up. "What- I don't understand." Without any precaution, there was a giant girl squatting down over Derek. "Lookie here, what might this be?" a voice gushed. Before he could look at anything, Derek was picked up, his head pinched between a pair of peachy fingers. He was spun around to face the person that had snatched him. It was the girl who had stepped on him earlier that day. Somehow, she had finally found Derek, though of course at the one time he was free. "You must be that new tiny teaching assistant that I've heard about," the blonde grinned. "It's so cool to meet you. I don't know how you got to my work, but I don't mind it one bit. I'm Brittany, by the way." Derek didn't know what to say other than: "Can you please stop squeezing my head?" The girl gently released Derek from her fingers and gently rested him on the palm of her hand.
"I'm sorry, I'm not used to playing with someone who's smaller than a doll," Brittany snickered. "Anyways, I have to clock on now. I suppose you'll have to come with me." Without warning, Brittany shoved Derek into her shirt pocket. He tried raising himself up, but the girl then slid her phone in as well, pinning Derek against the shirt fabric. After Brittany officially clocked in a few minutes later, she moved her phone to the back pocket of her jeans and picked Derek back out. "Listen..." she began.
What was it the blonde high school student was going to say?
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