First day of School. Part two

Where were we in the story? oh, yeah! It's the first day of school and I'm getting crushed between a pair of boobs. Isn't that lovely? I'm sure you guys are tired of hearing about boobs, and bust, and breasts, and so on. But you'll have to suck it up buttercup because the boob talk is not going away any time soon. Unless you like boobs, there's nothing wrong with that. I'm not going to tell you what you should and shouldn't like.

Anyway, after second-period anatomy and third-period government, we make it to art class. I thought it'd be a calm and collected class because it's art class. It should have been a normal class, but I'm so very wrong.

The place is full of teenagers with little four-year-olds trapped in their bodies. I can only picture the chaos that is going on around Samantha as The teacher screams her heart out to get the teens to sit down, shut up and act serious.

"Steve! Stop throwing paper airplanes! Jackson, stop bothering Bridgette!" The woman bellows.

"Oh, no," Samantha mutters. Her body tensed up and ready to get this class over with.

"Miss Gains, please find a seat so I can take roll." the teacher has a much sweeter tone with Samantha luckily before she goes back to yelling at one of the boys to stop spitting wads of paper on the ceiling.

"This class is going to be the death of me." The giantess whines while keeping her voice down so no one else can hear her.

The teacher finally gets her class to settle down long enough for her to take roll and begin class. It's the same speech with tinies and what not. They shouldn't be a distraction to you or the people around you and if you own one to either put in the cage in the back of the room or leave them on your person.

"Now that that's out of the way, welcome to art class students. All of you should be returning from last years class." The teacher explains. "There's no time to waste and we'll be getting started on our first art project for the semester."

There's a collective groan from the entire class except for Samantha who is quiet. She doesn't voice her opinion very often, but she's not one to complain anyway.

"Don't worry, this is a fun one." You can easily hear the delight in the woman's voice as she speaks. "You are to create a short comic from the things you enjoy in life. The minimum eight pages front and back."

The class cheers, happy to know they have a cool assignment to do instead of something boring like drawing shapes or doodling useless pictures that will never see the light of day again.

"If you can not think of anything, that's okay, we'll be watching inspirational videos for the first fifteen minutes of class." More cheers are erected from the class. "Joejoe can you get the lamp lights, please? I'll be walking around to make sure none of you are doing anything promiscuous."

A couple of kids snort or giggle like idiots. Toddlers is what they are acting like. It's so annoying.

My space gets darker with the flick of a switch, literally. The room goes silent and a video starts to play.

I listen to the sound of Samantha's heart beating and the joyous toon coming from above. Then the ruffling of fabric creeps in. I write it off as Samantha just moving around at first, but something grazes over my exposed foot. My heart jumps in my throat and I quickly begin to squirm and wiggle away from whatever is touching me.

"Stay calm, Caesar. You're making this difficult." Samantha whispers.

I stop wiggling around like a worm when it's just Samantha trying to readjust me to a more comfortable spot. The fingers slip upward and pinch my waist then I'm pushed back up to the top, still being rubbed the wrong way.

"S-sorry about that." Samantha sputters while pulling her hand out from under her shirt. "I didn't want you to slip out."

"No problem," I call up to her. "Thanks for the helping hand."

Samantha once again readjusts herself to be comfortable. She probably more bothered than I am right now. I don't know how to fix that for her, but we can hold on for a few more minutes until lunch, right?

Her chest becomes more cramped and confined than before, squeezing me like a grape. She's trying to fix something since she is muttering to herself in annoyance. Unknowingly she's making things worse for me or maybe she does.

"Stupid strap." Samantha mutter in distaste.

Maybe I can fix that. I worm one arm out from my side and then the other, next pulling myself out between the confines of Samantha's breasts. It's not hard, just tiresome when you only have one working leg.

"Caesar, what... what are you doing?" Samantha asks.

I crawl over her left breast to her shoulder, nearly slipping into her bra if she hadn't caught me. The shirt isn't as tight as it looks, the clothing is loose which makes it easy for me to move around and with the extra space, Samantha gives me an extra boost onto her shoulder.

"Is this the right one?" I ask.

"What are you talking about?"

I hang my body over her shoulder to see if I can fix the problem. "The bra strap that's been bothering you? I thought I could help."

"Oh, is that why you are moving around?" Samantha seems confused. I would be too if a tiny started to move around under my shirt. "I've already fixed the strap. Sorry about all the effort you put into trying to help me."

I groan and slack against her shoulder before sliding back down to where I'm supposed to belong. "A for effort."

"Th-thank you for trying though."

I don't know why I needed to help Samantha out. Maybe it's because I'm so bored of being stuck here that I'd grab at the opportunity to get out of here.

"Class will be over in a little while, Caesar. I'm sure you're tired of doing nothing, but don't worry, lunch is just as long as all of the other classes." Samantha explains in a low whisper.

"Oh, yeah?" I respond not so enthused. "How long do I have until I'm free from this prison?"

"I know you don't like being in... that area. I don't like it either, especially when you do stuff like what you just did. I didn't expect you to do something like that and it made me feel more uncomfortable than normal."

Stupid impulsive decisions! I should've thought of that before jumping into action.

"Sorry."

"It's okay. I know you're only trying to help, but I'd like it if you stayed where you are so nothing bad happens to you." Samantha goes on. "I'm a big person, Caesar, and you're fragile as well as broken. I'd feel terrible if I hurt you or worse."

I roll my eyes, clearly not fond of the mom lecture. "I'm an adult, Samantha. You don't have to worry about me all the time. I'm in your personal space and I should abide by your rules, but I'm not made of glass."

"I know, I know," She responds bring down any rising tension. "We're in school and this is my first time doing something like this, so can you please bear with me."

I think for a moment before coming to the contusion of agreeing with the giantess. "Fine."

"Thank you for understanding."

"Yeah... yeah," I sigh heavily and sink deeper into the skin.

The bell rings and the class is dismissed for lunch. Samantha is more than excited to leave the class when she jumps up and rushes out of the room.

"Bathroom, bathroom, bathroom," She repeats to herself until reaching her destination.

The bathroom squeaks open like when you write on the chalk at a bad angle. It's ear bleeding for me.

She picks a stall without hesitation, locks herself in it and begins to unbutton herself jacket and shirt.

I can finally see the light of day when she peels the shirt open, I actually have to cover my eyes because they've been in the dark all day.

Fingers snake their way in and pluck me out of the plush spot and I'm slipped back into Samantha's breast pocket before she starts to button herself back.

"Are you good to go?" Samantha asks while unlocking the stall.

I stick out a thumbs up from the pocket. "Yep,"

Let's go get some food!

Author's note: So I wrote the last chapters without thinking the little bust scene would make anyone feel uncomfortable. That was NOT the indented purpose and I do apologize if it does. I did make a friendly jab at people who don't like it. It just seemed to fit Caesar at the moment since she is telling the story. If you guys liked the chapters then thanks, if you didn't do worry I'm not writing anything like that for a while.