"Marley, if you would stay after class for a moment, I would like to have a word with you," the teacher's voice bellowed. It was the end of class, and as promised, Mrs. Grover was preparing to have a word with the troublemaker. Begrudgingly, the girl walked up to the teacher's desk. Though he couldn't see while within the confines of the teacher's chest, Derek couldn't help but feel a little off about the girl's presence. His intuition served him well as the girl surveyed the room, looking for the little assistant. "I heard your behavior today has not been so good," Mrs. Grover began. "You were a little disrespectful to Mr. Bates and that must be addressed. Do you have anything to say for yourself?" Marley remained quiet and huffed. "I need you to be cooperative, young lady," the teacher demanded. With Marley remaining defiant, Mrs. Grover chose to take action. "All right, you'll be coming with me to the principal's office. We need to sort out your behavior right away." Marley started complaining about Mrs. Grover's decision, but the teacher didn't listen. She got on her class phone and rang the office, notifying them of the soon-to-be arrival of Marley. Shortly thereafter, Mrs. Grover led Marley out of the classroom and to the office. Meanwhile, Derek was bouncing in the tan woman's chest.
Once at the office, Marley sat down with a huff next to the principal's desk. Principal Franklin thanked Mrs. Grover for the action then dismissed her. As she was leaving, Mrs. Grover finally remembered Derek. "I'm sorry, hon," she frowned. "I should have brought you out a little earlier. You'll be needed here, though." The teacher set Derek down on the chair next to Marley then left. Principal Doris looked down at Derek. "So I hear this student gave you trouble today, Mr. Bates," the middle-aged woman began. Derek nodded. "Yes, Principal Franklin. Yet another incident of disobedience. Quite frankly, it was disrespectful," Derek explained. He went into detail about the story before Marley had a chance to put in. When she began, Derek was caught off guard by a new presence. Marley's mom, a tall and broadly built woman, entered the room after having been contacted by the school. Derek observed her to be wearing a tank top and skirt, something he would have expected out of a high school student. Though, in her defense, Marley's mom looked rather youthful. At most, Derek guessed, she was mid thirties. "Marley, what have you done now?" the woman sighed as she pulled back Derek's chair. "Um, excuse me?" Derek called. The woman didn't hear him. Marley looked down at the seat and a grin briefly came across her face before she was able to hide it. She knew what was about to go down.
After Derek's failed contact at the girl's mom, he could only look up in horror at the shadow that now fell over him. The undercarriage of Marley's mom's skirt showed, depicting practically all of her glory as the black thong she wore didn't cover much. Derek screamed out one last time as the woman sat down, completely oblivious to the little man's presence.
*SQUISH*
"Hmm?" she hummed. The woman felt something beneath her and simply wiggled around in her seat for a second before the sensation subsided.
*SQUELCH*
*ZOOP*
Just like that, Derek vanished into the woman's thong. The brief wiggling was more than enough for his tiny body to get wrapped around in the thong's fabric before the woman's cheeks pulled him inside. Once Marley's mom adjusted in her chair, the principal pointed out what she had done. "Oh pardon, Jessie. There was a staff member sitting on that chair," the principal declared. "What?" Marley's mom asked. She stood up and checked the seat before looking back at the principal in bewilderment. "What are you talking about? There's no one here. And besides, no one could ever be that small that I wouldn't notice them. You must be going crazy," the woman fired. The principal sighed. "No, we really do have a staff member that small. He must have left. I apologize. Anyways, let's talk about your daughter's conduct today." Jessie sat back down in her chair. When she did, she wiggled back in comfortably. Marley couldn't help but smirking, knowing exactly where the little staff member went.
*SQUEEZE*
"MMMPH!" Derek muffled. Now nestled deep in the unaware mom's ass, he was hopeless. The space was far too tight for any sort of movement. The smell was extremely discomforting. The heat was bothersome. Most of all, the pressure was getting to the little man. "This is so unnecessary," Derek grimaced. "If Mrs. Grover had just let me go, I would be working right about now." But he wasn't. Instead, in an ironic twist, he was buried in the backside of the mother of the girl who had tormented him earlier. Now what was he to do?
What happens to Derek next?
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