Jasmine ascended the stairs toward her history class, inevitably really stirring up Percy’s environment. At this point his body had fallen past her pubic mound. During her rise up the stairs his now more heated and dampened environment was thrown all over the place as each of the bones in her legs began to articulate with one another in an upward fashion. Previously, he was half descended to his current destination and half trapped within the pubic forest that gripped at his body. But now, unexpectedly he realised this spot was much, much worse.

Jasmine rounded the corner, stepping through the open double doors into the history quadrant, turning left at the first visible classroom, into her history classroom with Mr Dorset, an old man who occasionally told funny stories in order to teach his content, but recently due to the ending of the half yearly exams, he has just put on history movies for the class to sit and watch in silence. Not that this stopped many of the students from mucking around and talking amongst one another, Mr Dorset never really seemed to care either as long as they remained seated and didn’t cause disruption across classrooms. Today seemed no different, the walls were plastered with historian war monuments and heroes, across the back wall was some awful looking year 7 poster projects with gold greek text that ran across the top of the wall that read “Greek Gods”, well that's what the class was told it said. At the front of the room in front of the white board thats role was apparently to collect dust and never get used, was a small 1990’s style Trekk Tv with the movie “War ready!” on the screen ready to play. Jasmine rolled her eyes, she actually wondered to herself why she indeed bothered to come to school considering that the teaching content had dramatically declined over the last week. Each desk in the room was split apart, no student got to sit at the same desk together, as the old wooden desks could only accommodate for one book, one chair and one student. Making her way to the back, Jasmine bent down and grabbed her purple pencil case and history book. Not that she really expected to use them during the lesson, then bent over, placing her hands behind her to smooth her skirt out against her butt as she sat down so that she was sitting on the skirt.

While Jasmine experienced her everyday normal class with the addition of an extra passenger riding along with her, Percy was experiencing something he had never experienced before in his life. The female genitalia; And boy was horrific to him at this size. During Jasmine’s walk, Percy had been finding it almost impossible to stay still, he felt like he had walked over to a smithing factory and jumped right into the thousand degree furnace. He was sweating from head to toe and that was the least of his worries. In Pdhpe he had seen a vagina before, it was a common thing for everybody his age to have seen one by now through school guidance on the basic anatomy of the human body, but behind him, was a cave, no a cavern, a monster. It was absolutely huge and was the cause of the mass amount of heat. It was radiating it. it might as well have been a furnace he thought to himself. In Front of him was the now dampened white pantied fabric wall, he concluded that he was kind of glad it was slightly wet, the panties became slightly see through as a result giving him a much clearer view of the external world, he was able to regain some sort of sanity after being trapped in here for only an hour. However, to him it felt like days under a direct wet sunlight. To the left and right of his view he could see Jasmine’s two long pale white thighs protruding under the desk then flexing at the knees. Straight ahead, the only thing he could see was three students seated, one in front who he guessed was male due to the long navy blue slacks and to the right and left of that boy was two girls wearing the same skirts he was now shrouded in. Behind him was something he could hardly comprehend, the dampened skin wall behind him was what he remembered and pictured in smaller detail to be her labia majora or to what some would call the vaginal lips, he was plastered against the right lip and upon turning his head slightly to the left he could see the left lip layered with goosebumps staring right at him and was much moister, he assumed this was due to him soaking up the fluids on his side. He shivered, unexpectedly as he said this the girl's nether regions made a sick squelching puckering kind of sound, he hated to think that he had just called them lips and now they were trying to kiss him. His short messy brown hair was soaked, the “glue” hair product he had put in his hair the day before was mixed with another liquid he had no idea what was, but could only assume it was some kind of secretion that the pussy behind him was creating. He knew that females had glands that produced some sticky form of fluids, but he never imagined that it would be produced at this rate and amount, unless...it was due to his size he began to ponder. Similar to how his pants did before, his white shirt like the panties became slightly see through and stuck to the fleshy wall behind him.

Percy couldn’t help but move uncontrollably in his dampened prison. Even though he really didn’t want to move this frequently in fear of stimulating his captor, unknowing that he already has. Using his hands, Percy tries to grip the slick and sticky lip he is crushed against while feeling his world shake as Jasmine feels his desperate movements. The movie begins to play and all Percy can do is remain as still as possible, not wanting to slip further across the flesh and into the abyss that could completely swallow him whole. This stationary position is short lived as the heat continues to drive Percy insane, not now! He thinks to himself as he begins to feel itches all over his damp body, Percy begins to squirm more trying to accommodate for his bodies untimely wants.

Up above, Jasmine had her left elbow leaning on the table with the same arms hand covering and almost squeezing her mouth closed trying to silence any sound that dared exit her mouth. Using her other arm she played with the positioning of her pencil case and textbook to distract her unwillingly aroused body. The temperature had risen dramatically in between her legs and she knew exactly the reason. Occasionally, Jasmine tried to close her legs to squeeze her prisoner and restrict his movements, but found his fidgeting way too sensitive for her delicate and now engorged region which caused her thighs to be thrown occasionally by sudden reverberating quivers that jolted through her body. She knew his tiny body would provide a form of constant pleasure without her needing to do anything, but she had no idea that it would cause this much and to this extent and he was hardly doing anything! Using her right hand she wiped her now perspiring forehead, drying it’s contents on her skirt, then proceeded to move her now very shaky hand to her pencil cases zipper, struggling to grasp at it as her shaky movements threw it all over the place. Taking deep long breaths into the palm of her left hand, she grasps the zipper and starts unzipping her pencil case, occasionally making a tapping sound as the metal zipper hits the wooden table due to her hand shaking uncontrollably. Unwillingly the process of unzipping her pencil case was quite slow as her pedantic hand shaking made the normally straight path quite jagged. Percy continues to struggle frequently causing the wet fabric on his body to graze across the head of her clitoris. Her breaths like the zipper became rapidly more jagged, sharp and quick. Tightening her grip over her mouth to mask the rapid breaths, she let her violently shaking hand enter her pencil case, rummaging around to find the object she seeked, looking up as she did so just to make sure she wasn’t drawing too much attention to herself. Grasping the object she wanted she withdrew her hand, in it was her artrite pencil with the red rubber butt end. Shakily lowering it down under the desk and in between her heated thighs she held it there for a few moments, still holding her mouth and breathing rapidly into it with her other hand, raising her head she began staring intently at the history documentary playing up in front, the sounds coming from it were completely disregarded as she thought about the little boy struggling against her extremely aroused pussy.

All that ran through Percy’s mind at this point was out, it screamed to him, like a searing hot branding iron scorching its message onto his brain, out...out...out...OUT he kept repeating in his head. He continued to struggle relentlessly against her body. The smell, the feeling and the heat all these things mashed together and overwhelming Percy’s senses, it was driving him absolutely insane, every roll caused a thick strand of Jasmine's bodily fluid to extend from her pasty white flesh and follow his body long a long piece of rope trying to hold him down. Then it all stopped. His body stopped moving, not because he wanted it to, but because it couldn’t help but stop as it was overwhelmed with fear. A shadow began to descend as he looked outward through the front of Jasmine’s panties. He couldn’t tell what it was due to its very jittery movements, regardless it scared the hell out of Percy and froze him still. Then it appeared clearly in her view. No… she's not, i think she is, but she's in class!!!!! Percy’s mind raced as the shadow before him was replaced by a large hand holding the same lead pencil used to probe him back in her bedroom. The red eraser end facing him, waving at him as if saying hello in the constantly moving hand while his captors thighs danced in an uncontrolled rhythm behind. Then it hit him. As quickly as he saw the pencil, it raced forward and pressed against his chest, pushing him back against her lips even more knocking the wind out of him. Looking to the side he noticed the lip beside him was slightly further in front than he was as the pressure she applied with the pencil pushed her dampened flesh inwards compressing it, but unlike before it didn’t remain at an equal level, sometimes he was inline with it, sometimes he was behind it… gazing forward again Percy’s jaw dropped causing him to take in some of her createdfluids and gasp uncontrollably. Just outside the wall that concealed him, Jasmine’s hand was making slow circular motions, that caused her to tremor frequently.