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The Teacher's Walk It was a normal Friday afternoon. Like any day, Ms. Anderson was lecturing her students, all while her smallest student Timothy was buried under her fat, gassy rear, which had become his usual spot at this point. PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMM After yet another fart filled day went by, with poor Tim absorbing each and every blast of gas for hours upon hours, only getting short breaks whenever his teacher needed to use the restroom. Eventually however, the day had finally come to an end. FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMM “Ahh, another nice day, huh Timmy?” Ms. Anderson commented as she lifted her heavy body off of the tiny student, giving him his first breath of at least somewhat fresh air in hours. Having spent the day crushed under her weight, Timothy couldn’t agree less, but despite all the suffering she’d put him through, Tim couldn’t bring himself to tell her the truth, so instead he simply nodded along. “Oh shoot! I just remembered my car’s at the repair place. Hey Timmy, you wouldn’t mind walking home with me, would you?” Ms. Anderson asked as she remembered that she was unable to drive home for the day. “Not at all...” Timothy replied with a sigh as he got up off of his teacher’s chair, stretching his body which had grown sore after spending the day under her crushing weight. “Wonderful! I knew I could count on you! Now, stay close by, I don’t want you getting lost or anything.” Ms. Anderson said as she left the classroom, with Timothy following behind her, which for obvious reasons, wasn’t the best position to be in. PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFF BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFF While the teacher and student walked through the school halls, Ms. Anderson casually let out a few farts, which naturally wound up coating Tim’s body. All the while, a number of students seemed to notice Tim’s position, and with the rumors of Tim’s misfortunes spreading through the school like wildfire, they couldn’t help but laugh as they witnessed the unfortunate boy follow his blissfully oblivious teacher, only adding to his misery. Eventually, the two left the building. Already, Timothy noticed that Ms. Anderson seemed to be getting sweaty, which didn’t bode well for the boy who’d probably wind up under her body again at some point given her track record. “Alrighty, time to go home.” Ms. Anderson said as she headed in the direction of her house, with Timothy reluctantly following her. PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMM BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR As the two headed towards the apartment complex that Ms. Anderson called home, the large teacher continued carelessly letting out her gas, and much to Tim’s misfortune, the small student found himself downwind of his teacher as it seemed that even nature itself wanted to make him suffer. The one saving grace for Timothy seemed to be the fact that Ms. Anderson’s home wasn’t all that far from the high school, so he figured that at the very least he wouldn’t have to follow her for much longer, and at the very least it beat being stuck under her, he thought. Unfortunately, Ms. Anderson wasn’t quite used to all this physical activity, so as they approached the halfway point of their trip, the woman felt herself growing rather tired. Looking back at the small boy following her however, Ms. Anderson got an idea. An idea that would unwittingly cause the poor boy even more suffering. “Whew, I’m absolutely exhausted! Hey Timmy? You’re young and fit, right? Would you be a dear and carry me the rest of the way? We’re only about five minutes off.” Ms. Anderson asked. Immediately, Timothy was mortified. He figured that there was no way he’d be able to accept her suggestion given how much larger she was than him. He couldn’t even believe that she’d suggest something like this, and yet, he somehow still couldn’t say no. “Sure thing...” The boy mumbled, having grown completely incapable of denying his teacher’s requests. “Aw, really? You’re such a good student!” Ms. Anderson cheered as she tightly hugged her student. After that, she sat onto the small boy’s shoulders, smothering his head between her fat, sweaty thighs. PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM As if to give him a sign of things to come, Ms. Anderson let out a fart that blasted through his head, immediately stinking up his airspace. Nevertheless, the boy trudged forward, using all his strength just to take a few steps. FFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPBB To Tim’s dismay, that first fart was soon followed by a few more, adding to his already miserable position by smothering him in the horrible stench that he could never find himself getting used to. Thankfully, Ms. Anderson was quite tall, or at least she was in comparison to the much smaller Timothy. Because of this, her legs were still quite close to the ground, so at the very least he was able to use that to support the weight on his shoulders whenever he felt it was necessary to take a break, which ended up being every thirty seconds or so. Unfortunately, every break he took served to prolong the trip, and it also gave her more time to fart on him, which she did without worry. BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR PPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPP After a few minutes, which felt like an eternity to poor Tim, the boy ended up finding himself completely overwhelmed by both the immense weight and the awful smell, leading him to fall forward, thankfully landing in a patch of grass. “Oh dear! Timmy, are you okay down there?” Ms. Anderson cried out, feeling rather concerned for her favorite student. FFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAA As she lifted herself off of him, which was a bit of a challenge, she accidentally let out another fart onto the poor boy. Afterwards, she looked down to find the small boy lying face first in the grass, barely conscious. “Oh Timmy, you should really know better than to overwork yourself.” The woman said with concern, not really taking into account that this was her suggestion to begin with. Showing some care for the boy, Ms. Anderson lifted up his small body and decided to instead carry him to her home. For once, Timothy felt a bit of comfort around his teacher, even if she was berating him for following what was her suggestion. Eventually they reached the apartment, and as they entered, Ms. Anderson placed her student onto the seat of her couch to let him rest as she left to use the bathroom, giving the boy a moment of respite. This peace unfortunately found itself cut short however, with Timothy being snapped back to reality as Ms. Anderson came back from the restroom. Having apparently forgotten about the boy, or at least his condition, the large woman sat herself onto his body, once again smothering him under her fat ass, as per usual. PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF “Ahh, it’s great to be home.” Ms. Anderson said to herself as she let out a large fart, turning on the TV and completely forgetting about poor Timothy, as well as whatever reason she brought him home with her was. Once again trapped in this unfortunately all too familiar position, Timothy simply cried to himself as he endured the pain. |
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