By: Notmania
Timothy was once again stuck spending his Saturday underneath his teacher Ms. Anderson’s ass, filtering her gas as she graded her more fortunate students’ classwork. This had unfortunately become a common occurrence for the poor boy, and making matters worse somehow was the fact that everytime he came over, she was wearing the same skimpy nightgown that struggled to cover her large rear.
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It was like any other day with Ms. Anderson, Tim was buried under her massive ass as she carelessly pumped his nose with farts. All the while, she remained completely oblivious to the amount of misery she was putting her meek student through, still under the assumption that he volunteered to put himself in this position.
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“And done!” Ms. Anderson cheered as she finished grading her papers. Hearing this, Tim let out a sigh of relief, assuming that his suffering was finally over for the day.
Unfortunately, fate today seemed to be feeling especially cruel, as this time the boy had apparently found himself wedged firmly between her cheeks as she got out of her seat.
“My, Timmy, you must be feeling rather clingy today!” Ms. Anderson joked, assuming that he intentionally trapped himself in her ass, which in her mind wasn’t exactly that big of a stretch given her oblivious understanding of Timothy’s situation.
“Well come to think of it, I was going to go shopping for some school supplies, so I suppose it would make sense to have you tag along. I’d hate to stink up the store after all.” the teacher added, having the innocent realization that she could further use her student’s position and “dedication” to her advantage, “Of course, it’s entirely up to you if you wanna come or not.”
Naturally, Tim had no interest in remaining trapped in his teacher’s crack, but he couldn’t quite muster up the courage to outright raise his voice to her, and on top of that he couldn’t manage to wiggle himself out of her ass, regardless of how hard he tried.
“No objections? Great! I knew I could count on you!” Ms. Anderson said, not taking notice of his pathetic struggles.
“I mean, I should probably get dressed first though. I can’t go out in this little thing after all!” the woman said as she looked down at her small gown, “Don’t worry though, I’ll make sure to find something nice and cozy for you.”
After looking through her drawers for a bit, eventually Ms. Anderson decided upon a rather tight pair of leggings to wear alongside the rest of her outfit. Pulling up said leggings, the oblivious teacher ended up further wedging her tiny student in her asscrack, trapping him in his awful position.
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“Ahh, and now to get going.” Ms. Anderson said as she left her apartment.
As she walked through the complex, Timothy was grinded between her two cheeks, which served as an unfortunate sign for things to come.
Despite the darkness of her crack, Tim was easily able to tell when Ms. Anderson reached her car, thanks in part to her crushing weight once again landing on his body.
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As she drove herself to the office store, Ms. Anderson casually let out a few farts, as per usual. Making things worse however was the rather poor state of the roads by her apartment, which, as if to add to Tim’s misery, turned the ride into a rather bumpy one. This of course resulted in Ms. Anderson practically pulverizing the poor boy with her ass as every bump bounced her heavy body up and down.
“And we’re here! Are you doing okay down there Timmy? That was quite a bumpy ride.” Ms. Anderson said as she pulled back her leggings to check on the boy trapped in her backside, much to the confusion of a few bystanders who only saw a woman checking out her ass.
With Timothy unable to pull himself together fast enough to respond, his teacher once again came to her own conclusions, letting go of her leggings and trapping the poor boy back within the dark confines of her ass.
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As she walked through the parking lot, Ms. Anderson once again grinded Tim’s tiny body within her gassy ass.
“Just a warning, this is quite a long list, so we’ll probably out shopping here for the next hour or so.” Ms. Anderson warned, a bit too late for Tim’s sake, “Er, come to think of it, maybe I should have warned you ahead of time. Eh, you don’t really mind, right?”
With Timothy still being unable to answer, Ms. Anderson blissfully walked into the store, ready to bring him along for her shopping trip.
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The shopping trip was about as bad as Tim had expected. Like before, his body remained trapped between the crushing grip of her fat ass, and his face was forced to take fart after fart.
What he hadn’t expected however was the fact that every time Ms. Anderson had to fart, she’d position herself in such a way that led her farts to be silenced in hopes of not embarrassing herself in front of the other shoppers, though naturally that did nothing to ease Timothy’s pain, as the strong stench still burnt his nostrils.
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To the woman’s surprise, this shopping trip turned out to be more of an exercise than she would have thought. Between having to walk around the large store, having to reach up for higher shelves, and having to squat down for lower shelves, Ms. Anderson got more of a workout than she bargained for.
To Timothy’s dismay, all this movement had led his oblivious tormentor to sweat, meaning that now she was not only coating him with her constant farts, but with her ass sweat as well, with her sweatiness amplifying the stench of her ass as well.
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After a few hours of shopping, Ms. Anderson had gotten everything on her list, and after making her purchases, she left the store, coming to the realization that the sun was now setting.
“Oh my, it’s gotten quite late. I suppose it wouldn’t really be safe for you to walk home at this hour, so how about I drive you home!” Ms. Anderson said as she realized how late it had gotten. While normally, Timothy would happily take a car ride home over having to walk his way back, the fact that he’d remain stuck in the fat and gassy ass of his teacher in the process made the offer a lot less appealing.
Of course, he didn’t have a choice in the matter, which was quickly proven as she sat down in the driver’s seat, crushing him under her fat, sweaty, and smelly ass.
“But first, I gotta get something to eat! I’m kinda in the mood for a burrito, if that’s okay with you. I mean, I know it’ll make my gas super bad, but that’s why I have you, isn’t it?” Ms. Anderson joked, striking sheer terror in poor Timothy as she stopped by a nearby fast food restaurant for her dinner.
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Just as she warned, her gas somehow got worse than before. That combined with the crushing weight, the bumpy road, the sweatiness, and Ms. Anderson being quite bad with directions led to the longest and most dreadful car ride of Timothy’s life. What should have been a five minute trip wound up taking over an hour, but eventually she managed to find her way to her student’s house.
“Hey Timmy, thank you for being so helpful. I really couldn’t ask for a better student!” Ms. Anderson said as she pulled the boy’s limp body out of her smelly crevice, giving him a tight but affectionate hug before placing him down on the sidewalk in front of his home.
“No problem.” Timothy said, barely able to pull himself together after that long day. The poor boy had been absolutely crushed both physically and mentally, but despite all of this, he couldn’t find a way to stand up to his oblivious teacher.
After the two exchanged farewells, Timothy immediately headed for the shower, hoping to wash off this miserable experience, despite knowing that he’d end up having more experiences like this in the future.