Phil's head just barely stuck out into the gap between her inner thighs. He wiggled and writhed trying to get out from between her overwhelming thighs and away from her crotch, his cheeks burning with embarrassment, but his attempts to get out were utterly useless. So he was forced to stay there, stuck between his new teachers thighs, inches away from her white panties.
As class went on he soon realized the complete futility of his attempts at escape and resigned to his fate until the end of class. After a while she shifted to cross her legs, squeezing his body even tighter between her thighs, and the slick sweat allowed him to slide forward, even closer to her groin renewing the redness in his cheeks.
Phil suffered through nearly another hour of soaking up her sweat and staring at his teachers underwear before the chiming salvation of the bell sounded, and he thought he would be saved. But it was in reality the bell tolled, ushering in further torture.
As the students finished shuffling out for lunch Mrs. Pritty stood, and to Phil's horror her sweat had firmly fixed him in place on her inner thigh. "But surely she'll peel me off" he thought, but soon learned that he was sorely mistaken as Mrs. Pritty had seemingly completely forgotten about the shrunken student as she packed up her belongings and left for her lunch. He tried to writhe out but the sweat had nearly fused him to her thighs. He also realized that he had no chance of being spotted underneath her pink pencil skirt.