Despite Arianna, the principal, being more strict than average, this attitude doesn't quite extend to the rest of her staff for the most part, so, school rules tend to be enforced to varying degrees, and mostly, this meant that there was little to no control for students skipping classes or wandering in the halls during class time. The only times anyone would ever get in trouble were those unfortunate enough to have been caught by Arianna herself. Other teachers often didn't care as much, though they may discipline the student in another way, specially if it's their class they're failing... and then there's the likes of Ms. McAllen and Sheila who are happy to turn a blind eye, or Coach Amber who more often than not sympathizes with students, finding academic stuff tedious herself.
So, Lillian was able to rest at the lunch area for the time being after going to your locker to put your stuff away, sitting down by herself at one of the tables, as all others were empty, and the lunch lady seemed to be somewhere else. Unfortunately for you, this only meant you spent more time trapped, pressed with overwhelming weight from both sides, and somewhat from above while she kept on blasting terrifying hurricane farts upon you every few minutes.
'I knew Lillian was always gassy but this is ridiculous...' You thought with a tired, annoyed look just as yet another volcanic eruption-like fart blew on your face, and your whole body for that matter. At this point you seriously considered that even sticking around with Celeste and her rancid farts might've been better in the long run. Then again, you vaguely heard Lillian say this was unusual, and she felt bad about it.
'Just my luck...' You sighed in resigned defeat 'I'm smaller than a friggin' ant, and the one place I had to end up in was in Lillian's fat ass on the day she's gassiest...'
As if on cue, perhaps as a sort of karmic retaliation for your mental ranting, you heard more violent gurgling and rumbling from farther ahead. What made it worse this time is that it was much closer than before. Without much more warning, one more gigantic explosion went off upon you, blowing you with warm, borderline hot raging winds, but despite their incredible force, the weight and pressure that pinned you in place were orders of magnitude greater.
Lillian let out a half minute long fart that echoed around the empty lunch room and vibrated rather intensely against the bench she sat on. She felt bad for Blaise. It was one thing to tease him by farting in his face, sitting on him or other things she liked to do, but this was on a whole other league. She also had mixed feelings, as she always secretly wanted to have him completely submitted to her huge booty, but she never imagined it like this. Despite being apparently alone, Lillian sort of knew better and didn't risk pulling him out because there's a chance someone's looking without her knowing, and this is one cat she can't risk getting out of the bag. She was debating internally on whether or not telling Jen about it, but her inner impulses, or maybe some kind of instinct told her that it was better she didn't. After all, this would put her in a position of taking care of him while this conundrum gets resolved, and she feels she sorely needs to score many more points with him just to catch up to Jen, let alone surpass her.
'I guess I'm gonna have to really make up for this after school's over...' She thought, but rather than annoyance or resignation, she felt enthusiastic about this, and looked forward to it. Her mind was starting to run wild, thinking of ways they could have some fun together.
Owing to there being more light in the lunchroom than in the hallways, or perhaps because the white floors reflected more of said light, you had slightly better visibility even deep in Lillian's crack, a little light managed to reach you, allowing you to see your surroundings, albeit faintly. The first thing you saw was Lillian's panties, as they were the closest thing to you. You were surprised to notice that they were black lace, and rather fancy looking. Although the one she wore was definitely several sizes too small, it looked decent enough and contrasted well with the pale jiggly flesh around it. This reminder that you were in Lillian's butt of all places managed to make you blush, a thing you'd rather take to the grave. You quickly shook your head and tried to shake the thought off, annoyed to still find some appeal in what was the most disgusting place you've ever been to.
Some time later, the bell rang again, and Lillian finally stood up and started walking to her next class, subjecting you to more of the massive jiggling earthquake that her titanic ass and hips made. This torment would've been tolerable if it didn't also have Lillian's hypercharged held-in farts every few minutes added. This would go on for what felt like an eternity to you until she stopped and sat down, which got you back to being completely pinned by an unfathomable weight from both sides and above.
The question here being, what is her next class?
[Note: Jen will be in Art or PE along with Lillian, but she may not be present in the 3rd option if you so choose. Celeste may or may not be present in any of these, up to whoever writes those chapters. So far, Lillian has no idea of her involvement in your predicament. Also, she will still debate herself on whether to hold onto you, tell Jen, or tell Ms. McAllen/Coach Amber/Another teacher depending on the class]
So, Lillian was able to rest at the lunch area for the time being after going to your locker to put your stuff away, sitting down by herself at one of the tables, as all others were empty, and the lunch lady seemed to be somewhere else. Unfortunately for you, this only meant you spent more time trapped, pressed with overwhelming weight from both sides, and somewhat from above while she kept on blasting terrifying hurricane farts upon you every few minutes.
'I knew Lillian was always gassy but this is ridiculous...' You thought with a tired, annoyed look just as yet another volcanic eruption-like fart blew on your face, and your whole body for that matter. At this point you seriously considered that even sticking around with Celeste and her rancid farts might've been better in the long run. Then again, you vaguely heard Lillian say this was unusual, and she felt bad about it.
'Just my luck...' You sighed in resigned defeat 'I'm smaller than a friggin' ant, and the one place I had to end up in was in Lillian's fat ass on the day she's gassiest...'
As if on cue, perhaps as a sort of karmic retaliation for your mental ranting, you heard more violent gurgling and rumbling from farther ahead. What made it worse this time is that it was much closer than before. Without much more warning, one more gigantic explosion went off upon you, blowing you with warm, borderline hot raging winds, but despite their incredible force, the weight and pressure that pinned you in place were orders of magnitude greater.
Lillian let out a half minute long fart that echoed around the empty lunch room and vibrated rather intensely against the bench she sat on. She felt bad for Blaise. It was one thing to tease him by farting in his face, sitting on him or other things she liked to do, but this was on a whole other league. She also had mixed feelings, as she always secretly wanted to have him completely submitted to her huge booty, but she never imagined it like this. Despite being apparently alone, Lillian sort of knew better and didn't risk pulling him out because there's a chance someone's looking without her knowing, and this is one cat she can't risk getting out of the bag. She was debating internally on whether or not telling Jen about it, but her inner impulses, or maybe some kind of instinct told her that it was better she didn't. After all, this would put her in a position of taking care of him while this conundrum gets resolved, and she feels she sorely needs to score many more points with him just to catch up to Jen, let alone surpass her.
'I guess I'm gonna have to really make up for this after school's over...' She thought, but rather than annoyance or resignation, she felt enthusiastic about this, and looked forward to it. Her mind was starting to run wild, thinking of ways they could have some fun together.
Owing to there being more light in the lunchroom than in the hallways, or perhaps because the white floors reflected more of said light, you had slightly better visibility even deep in Lillian's crack, a little light managed to reach you, allowing you to see your surroundings, albeit faintly. The first thing you saw was Lillian's panties, as they were the closest thing to you. You were surprised to notice that they were black lace, and rather fancy looking. Although the one she wore was definitely several sizes too small, it looked decent enough and contrasted well with the pale jiggly flesh around it. This reminder that you were in Lillian's butt of all places managed to make you blush, a thing you'd rather take to the grave. You quickly shook your head and tried to shake the thought off, annoyed to still find some appeal in what was the most disgusting place you've ever been to.
Some time later, the bell rang again, and Lillian finally stood up and started walking to her next class, subjecting you to more of the massive jiggling earthquake that her titanic ass and hips made. This torment would've been tolerable if it didn't also have Lillian's hypercharged held-in farts every few minutes added. This would go on for what felt like an eternity to you until she stopped and sat down, which got you back to being completely pinned by an unfathomable weight from both sides and above.
The question here being, what is her next class?
[Note: Jen will be in Art or PE along with Lillian, but she may not be present in the 3rd option if you so choose. Celeste may or may not be present in any of these, up to whoever writes those chapters. So far, Lillian has no idea of her involvement in your predicament. Also, she will still debate herself on whether to hold onto you, tell Jen, or tell Ms. McAllen/Coach Amber/Another teacher depending on the class]
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