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Samuel entered the lounge, he was greeted by curious glances from other students.
Samuel lay down on a couch, taking up all the seats. He closed his eyes.
The lounge was abuzz with the soft hum of conversation and the occasional clatter of dishes. As Samuel lay on the couch, seemingly oblivious to the world around him, Ms. Johnson strolled into the room with an air of nonchalance. Her eyes fixed on the only available space in the crowded lounge, the spot right on top of Samuel.
Ms. Johnson, never one to shy away from an opportunity, approached the occupied couch with a confident stride. She looked down at Samuel and raised an eyebrow.
"Excuse me." She said with a polite yet firm tone. "I believe there's a seat here."
Samuel, still pretending to be deep in relaxation, mumbled something unintelligible. Ms. Johnson sighed and decided to take matters into her own hands. She cleared her throat and said. "Well, if you're not going to move, then I guess I'll have to sit on you."
The students nearby exchanged bewildered glances, unsure of how to react to this unexpected turn of events. Samuel, realizing that he was now the center of attention, opened his eyes and looked up at Ms. Johnson.
"Oh, hey there." He said, trying to act casual. "I didn't see you coming."
Ms. Johnson didn't miss a beat. With a sly grin, she said. "Clearly. Now, make some room, or I'm sitting on you."
Samuel chuckled, still unwilling to give up his comfortable spot on the couch. "Come on, can't you find another seat? This one's taken."
Ms. Johnson crossed her arms, unimpressed. "I've had a long day, and I just want to sit down. Move over, or I'm serious about sitting on you."
In the midst of this standoff, a voice piped up from across the room. It was Emily, a no-nonsense girl known for her sharp wit. "Hey, why don't you just sit on him? It seems like the only way to get what you want."
The lounge fell silent for a moment, everyone awaiting Ms. Johnson's response. She shot a glance at Emily, considering the suggestion. "You know what? That's not a bad idea."
With a mischievous glint in her eye, Ms. Johnson turned back to Samuel. "Last chance. Move or prepare to be my cushion."
Samuel, still sprawled comfortably on the couch, couldn't believe Ms. Johnson was actually considering sitting on him. The students in the lounge were now watching the exchange with a mix of amusement and disbelief.
Undeterred by Samuel's lack of cooperation, Ms. Johnson sighed dramatically. "Well, you asked for it."
She took a step back, squared her shoulders, and with unexpected agility, she plopped herself right down on Samuel's back. The lounge erupted into a mix of gasps, laughter, and scattered applause. Samuel's eyes widened in surprise, and he let out an involuntary "oof."
The students in the lounge burst into laughter and applause as Ms. Johnson settled onto Samuel's back. Samuel, caught off guard by the turn of events, could only manage a muffled groan beneath Ms. Johnson's unexpected weight.
Ms. Johnson, however, seemed unfazed. She sat there triumphantly, as if she had just claimed her rightful throne. "Well, this is surprisingly comfortable." She remarked with a smirk. Ms. Johnson made herself comfortable on Samuel's back.
"Alright, you win." Samuel said with a grin, finally relenting. "I guess I'll find another spot."
Ms. Johnson leaned back slightly, still maintaining her seat on Samuel. "Oh, no, my dear. You had your chance, and now you're my personal lounge chair. I'm not giving up this comfy spot."
Samuel realized he was trapped beneath Ms. Johnson's weight. He squirmed and tried to push himself up, but Ms. Johnson maintained her position, seemingly enjoying the situation.
Ms. Johnson, still seated comfortably on Samuel's back, leaned in and whispered with a sly grin. "I have to warn you, I had a bean burrito for lunch." Ms. Johnson teased, looking down at Samuel with a mischievous glint in her eye.
"Wait, seriously?" Samuel exclaimed, a hint of panic in his voice. Ms. Johnson's gut gurgled. Samuel's eyes widened in realization, and a mixture of horror and amusement played across his face.
Ms. Johnson, still maintaining her composure, turned to Samuel with an innocent expression. "Oops, looks like I couldn't hold that in. Sorry about that."
Samuel, trapped beneath Ms. Johnson, desperately tried to wriggle free, but she held her position with a determined smirk. The suspense lingered for a brief moment before...
Ffffffrrrrrraaaapppptttttt
Ms. Johnson let out a loud and robust fart. Samuel's eyes widened, and a wave of embarrassment washed over him.
Samuel's face turned beet red as he realized the extent of the situation he was in. Ms. Johnson, however, seemed to find the whole thing hilarious.
"Oh, dear, looks like I had too many beans." Ms. Johnson said with a laugh, still seated on Samuel's back. The surrounding students couldn't contain their amusement, and the lounge became a symphony of laughter and playful teasing.
Samuel, still trapped and now dealing with the aftermath of the unexpected noise, could only shake his head in disbelief. Ms. Johnson, enjoying the attention, raised an eyebrow and said. "Well, I did warn you."
Sarah shouted across the room. "Come on, release the next one on his head!"
"Well, if that's what the people want." Ms. Johnson said, feigning innocence. She shifted her weight and hovering over Samuel's face.
Samuel watched in fear as Ms. Johnson's ass looming over his face. Samuel, now faced with an unforeseen and uncomfortable predicament, pleaded. "Okay, okay, I surrender! I'll move, just please don't sit on my head."
But Ms. Johnson, reveling in the chaos she had created, smirked and replied. "Too late for that. You had your chance."
With that Ms. Johnson lowered herself onto Samuel's head, muffling his protests and sealing his fate. Samuel, now buried beneath Ms. Johnson, could only mumble indistinct protests.
Just as Samuel managed to shift slightly, Ramona appeared out of nowhere and exclaimed. "Mind if I join the party?" Without waiting for an answer, she gracefully plopped herself onto Samuel's back, adding her weight to the already bizarre situation.
As if things weren't already absurd enough, Natasha decided to join the spectacle. She approached Samuel, who was now buried beneath Ms. Johnson and Ramona, and declared. "Looks like there's still some room for one more." Ignoring any protests from Samuel, Natasha positioned herself to sit on his legs.
Ms. Johnson grabbed her stomach, feigning distress from her digestive issues. "Oh dear, I think that bean burrito is catching up with me." She announced.
Ms. Johnson, still sitting on Samuel's head, decided to playfully add to the chaos. "Oh, did I mention I also had a milkshake earlier? It might get a bit messy down there."
Ms. Johnson, let out another exaggerated groan. "I don't know how much longer I can hold this in." She said, winking at the amused onlookers.
Samuel, his protests muffled beneath the weight of Ms. Johnson, Ramona, and Natasha, listened with a growing sense of dread as Ms. Johnson playfully mentioned her recent culinary choices. He could barely make out her words, his ears pressed against Ms. Johnson's big butt.
Suddenly Ms. Johnson let out a long, thunderous fart. The sound reverberated through the room. Ms. Johnson, still seated on Samuel's head, grinned triumphantly.
"Oops, my apologies, everyone." She said, pretending to look sheepish. "I guess I couldn't hold it any longer."
Samuel, trapped beneath the combined weight of Ms. Johnson, Ramona, and Natasha, could hardly believe the absurdity of the situation. As Ms. Johnson let out a long and robust fart, the warm and unmistakably stinky air enveloped Samuel's face. He squirmed and wrinkled his nose in disgust, the smell reaching new levels of discomfort.
Ms. Johnson finally stood up, releasing Samuel from the bizarre human furniture situation. Samuel, now free from the weight of Ms. Johnson, Ramona, and Natasha, scrambled to his feet with a mix of relief and embarrassment.
As Samuel gasped for a breath of fresh air, Ms. Johnson playfully tousled his hair. "You know, you make a surprisingly comfortable seat. I might have to consider using you as a chair in the future."
With a final glance at Samuel, Ms. Johnson strolled away, leaving the lounge buzzing with lively chatter.
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