*BOUNCE*
"Ah!" Derek exhaled. He landed with a soft thud on the teacher's chair, certainly a softer landing than on the classroom floor. Sore from being smothered by Mrs. Johnson's chest, the little guy laid back and stretched for a few moments. He had forgotten about the bell and the transition of students and a new teacher to the room he was still occupying. When he started hearing voices and footsteps approaching the room, Derek sat up instantly. "Oh crap," he whispered, watching as high school students started pouring in. "I need to leave. I'm going to be late for my next class. Dammit." Derek had stood up to get off the chair, but fell back down when the chair suddenly pulled away from the desk. Panicked, he looked up and found Becky Robbins, a teacher within the social studies department. In the brief interaction he had with her the previous week, Derek had not gotten along well with her. "You've got to be kidding me," the little guy said as he tried standing up again. However...
*POOMPH*
Derek wheezed as a handbag landed right on top of him. "Come on!" he thought. Knowing better than to struggle out, Derek laid still and waited for the teacher to lift her purse off of him. It took a few minutes as she first addressed her class, but when Mrs. Robbins finally got to lifting it off the chair, Derek had little time to react. He rubbed his head as the purse was pushed aside and barely had time to yell as that object was replaced by Mrs. Robbins' shapely rear end. "NO!" Derek cried.
*SIT*
*CREAK*
The teacher sat back in her chair and released her full weight. "Hmm, something feels a little off here..." Mrs. Robbins mumbled. She squirmed around in her seat for a minute, trying to find a more comfortable position.
*RUB*
*SQUISH*
"MMMPH!" Derek exclaimed, his noises muffled by the dress covering the teacher's butt. "This woman is trying to kill me," he thought. "Although I suppose it really didn't look like she was doing that on purpose. I don't know, I bet she would though." The little assistant fought with himself on how to think about the intent behind being sat on instead of figuring out either how to get the teacher's attention or squeezing out from under her on his own. When Mrs. Robbins finally found her spot, she once again relaxed. "Oh my God!" Derek exclaimed again. "Her butt is so damn heavy! Get off of me, woman!" Nothing came of the little man's cries for help. That is, until the principal came walking through the door some twenty minutes later.
Derek pouted and groaned as he lay flat, face first against Mrs. Robbins ass. "How the hell has she not felt me? It's been... I don't know, at least fifteen minutes or something. Give me a break!" he thought. Vaguely, Derek finally heard a familiar voice coming from his left. Though he couldn't tell what that voice was saying because of it being muffled under the teacher's padded backside, Derek thought that Principal Franklin had arrived. "Yes!" he grinned. "She's here to get me!" For a brief moment, Derek was elated. Mrs. Robbins started to raise herself out of her chair, giving Derek some space. He was about to move when she plopped herself right back down on top of him.
*SQUISH*
After grumbling some more and feeling more hopeless than before, Derek was at last freed from Mrs. Robbins when Principal Franklin explained that the beacon from Derek's tracking signal was coming from the chair. Mrs. Robbins stood up and turned around, finding the little assistant to be sprawled out on the chair, appearing as though he was giving her butt a bear hug. Disgusted, Mrs. Robbins rolled her eyes. "You're kidding me. Unbelievable. Here, just take him, Principal Franklin." The teacher roughly plucked the six inch tall guy up from her seat and handed him to the principal. "Thank you," Principal Franklin replied. She then left the room with Derek in hand. "What happened?"
"A series of unfortunate events," Derek replied. "It started with getting caught underneath Grace's chest in second period and ended, obviously, with me pinned underneath Becky." Principal Franklin couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, that does sound quite unfortunate. Do I need to make more accommodations for you?" Derek sighed. "I don't think so. I feel like things like this might continue to happen regardless. I'll do my part to make sure that I get out of the way of any funny business whenever I can." Derek's boss nodded. "All right then. I'll allow you to get on break early then send you off to your next class." Derek thanked the principal for her kindness and entered the break room when she let him down.
Does anything happen on break or is Derek off to his next class?
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