It was the middle of March, early in the morning, and Amanda was just waking up after being slapped in the eye lid by her smaller friend, Stacy. Amanda’s exams were today and Stacy had come over the previous night to have a study session that lasted for several hours before the two passed out on the floor. Stacy was much more organized of a person and she had already completed her exams as most tinies did relatively early compared to the normal sized students, but Amanda on the other hand was a bit of a mess when it came to keeping track of anything related to her education, often having to last minute everything as she had pretty much done last night, resulting in her panic when she found out that she had overslept past her alarm and had only ten minutes to get to her classes.

A: “Oh fuck, god damn it I’m so screwed!” Shouted Amanda as she clumsily arojnd out the room, stumbling along the way as she fumbled to get all of her things into her backpack. “What do I do?! I don’t have enough time!”

S: “Listen, calm down, you can make it. Just get everything and run!”

A: “I know, but I don’t know if I can just rush in there and take a test! My mind’s going all over the place!

S: “You just need a minute to relax. You’re ready for this. We just spend all of last night going over notes and you just need a bit for those memories to pop back into your head.”

A: “I think I’ve got to bail Stace, I mean, I haven’t even had the chance to shower, let along use the bathroom, and I’m wearing the same clothes and ah!!!

S: “I’m not going to let you bail after all we just did! You really wanna risk your spring break over being a few minutes late?!”

A: “Y-you’re right. I just… ah! It’s not the same without you being here to keep me calm. I’m going to be alone with the ticking clock out there!”

S: “I’m here to support you and I’ll be waiting for you when you’re done so we can go out and have a wonderful break! Just think of me when you’re there.”

A: “I rather you actually be there. I wish we could just be taking the test together.”

S: “Well, I mean… what if you just took me with you?”

A: “What? I mean I’d love to, but wouldn’t we get in trouble for having you there?”

S: “Well first off, your sleepy head may not be noticing, but you were about to just walk out and kinda just leave me stuck here at your place. You forget you brought me here?”

A: “Oh fuck, I totally did, I’m so sorry!”

S: “Don’t be! This’ll work out for both of us! You can take me with you, and then I’ll be there to help you get past your exams and then I’m not stuck here and when it comes to getting into trouble, you could just hide me in like a pocket or on your lap under the desk or something. Once you’re done, we go out and have the night of our lives to celebrate!”

A: “I… just love how composed you are. I wish I could be as quick to think. I’d still be sleeping if it wasn’t for you. Alright, we’ll do your plan. Come on, I’m gonna have to sprint this.”

As Amanda finished packing, she picked up Stacy and ran outside. She was feeling ever so lucky that she happened to live just a few blocks away from the university, but she still barely had over five minutes to make it to her actual class, meaning that there was no time for breaks. Being as she hadn’t woken up to her alarm, Amanda was stuck wearing the clothes she wore the previous day, that being a loose black t-shirt, a purple hoodie and some grey sweatpants that snuggly fit her curvatuous legs and hips. Her hair was a complete mess and she hadn’t even had a chance to go to the bathroom, let alone shower. She felt a bit mucky, but there wasn’t anything she could do about it as she sprinted down the sidewalk, her worn sneakers squeaking slightly as she was had accidentally ran over a puddle along the way.

Amanda tried to think back to last night where she was full of confidence. Her and Stacy had stayed up till 3am eating all sorts of snacks and having such pleasant talks about the upcoming break from school, it was probably the best study session she had ever had, and she felt her mind easing a bit as that, along with the incoming buildings of the university settled her back into her current situation.

Unfortunately for Stacy, as the situation was rather dire, Amanda hadn’t figured out a spot to really put her and so she was simply trapped within Amanda’s closed fist as she ran, causing Stacy to shake all over the place, up and down and up and down with each step that Amanda took. It wasn’t the best at all, and her palms were getting a bit sweaty from the tension and sprinting, but she was at least secured and felt empathy for her friend’s situation.

Luck seemed to be on Amanda’s side as she managed to make it into the building and practically fall into her classroom as the clock struck 8am, causing a little bell sound to echo through the halls, indicating the start of class. Amanda waved to the teacher as she made her way to her desk. Her adrenaline was dying down and she was coming to notice just how much of a sweat she had worked up along with her breathes becoming more rapid to compensate for the strain she had just put her body and mind through. Slight marks of sweat stained the upper chest, back, and pit areas of her shirt, but thankfully the black shirt helped to make it not as immediately obvious.

T: “Glad you could join us. I was just about to mark you off for today. Are you alright?”

A: “Y-yeah, I just uh… lost track of time when studying this morning and missed my alarm. I had to run on over to make it.”

T: “Oh, well I can’t fault you for trying to be prepared. Just take a seat and get ready because we’re going to be starting in a minute.”

A: “Got It, thanks!”

Settling into her seat, she barely had time to catch her breathe as the teacher walked along to pass out an exam in the form of a fairly dense packet of pages to each student. She went to get out her pencil and other supplies from her backpack, but as she did so, she opened her hand and gasped as she had forgeotten her little friend who fell into the backpack. A few students, along with the teacher gave a confused look which Amanda answered wirh a nervous smile as she rummaged through her backpack to get the rest of her things along with a now sweat soaked Stacy out and onto the desk.

Stacy could barely sit up as she was dizzy and it felt like half of her body had fallen asleep from the strong grip that had been pressing upon it. Amanda tried to use one hand to open the packet up, getting herself ready for the exam that had already begun while using her other hand to try and brush some damp hair out of Stacy’s face.

A: “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. Are you ok?,” whispered Amanda. “I nearly forgot I was running around with you in my hand.”

S: “N-no it’s ok. I’m just adjusting a bit, but I think I’m ok. I’ll just need like a shower or something later today.”

A: “Yeah, we both will. Now I just need to get through these-“

T: “Ahem, Amanda, are you talking to someone?” Asked the teacher as she peered down the row of desks.

 A: “Oh, um, of course not,” answered Amanda. Not knowing what to do, she brought her hand behind Stacy and slid it towards her, sweeping her off of the desk and onto her lap. “Just a bit flustered after the run and trying to talk myself back into text mode.”

T: “I understand, but you’re going to have to try and stay quiet while the exams are taking place. We don’t want anyone to lose focus or get distracted.”

A: “R-right, I’ll try to keep it down.”

Amanda looked down to see Stacy who was lying on her back, looking up at Amanda, a tired expression on her face. Amanda mouthed the words ‘I’m sorry’ before reaching down to help sit her up and onto one of her thighs, giving a bit of a pet to the top of her head. Although the concept of getting pet always left Stacy a bit embarrassed, she couldn’t deny that it actually felt kinda nice and Amanda was a close friend, so with no one else to see, she happily allowed it, forgiving the earlier roughness as she enjoyed the pets. It wasn’t too bad down on her lap either. Amanda already sported some generous thighs and along with the softness of the sweatpants, her lap was extremely comfortable and Stacy found herself laying back down to fully enjoy her makeshift bed. Amanda took notice of this and blushed slightly, smiling at the sight of her friend looking so content. Her eyes shot open a bit as she came back to remember that she had an exam to take. 

She  had about an hour, however students were permitted to stay a little later if necessary; however, doing so would mess with the scheduling for each exam afterwards which would only make things more complicated in the long run. And so, Amanda went at it, looking through the packet and starting. Time started to pass with her managing to make up for time pretty fast, much to her surprise. She couldn’t help but to give a few thankful glances down to Stacy every few minutes as their study session had truly made a difference. There were certainly a few problems that she started to struggle with, but looking down and seeing her friend there to smile back and give her support kept her composed.

With just 15 minutes left, Amanda only had a couple of pages left. She decided to take a minute to breathe and looked happily between Stacy and the rest of the class, curious to see how they were doing. Everything seemed fairly quiet and tranquil with just the background noise of pencil scribbles and page flipping, but as Amanda gazed around the class, she noticed the teacher staring right at her. Feeling a bit startled, Amanda looked back down at Stacy and was about to just continue with the exam when the teacher got up from their seat and started to walk towards Amanda.

T: “Amanda,  I’ve been watching and you seem to have quite a fascination with whatever is under your desk. Now I want to give you th benefit of the doubt, but I’m going to have to make sure you’re not trying to sneak away with using your phone or some sort of notes to cheat.”

A: “Oh, that’s what you think? It’s nothing, I was just looking around.  I don’t even have my phone on me.”

T: “Then you won’t mind me checking?”

The teacher was just a desk away from Amanda and even though she was telling the truth in that she didn’t have anything she was cheating with, if Stacy was discovered, then the both of them could end up in a lot of trouble. It depended on the situation of course, but it would be evidence enough that either one of them could end up with an automatic failure on their exam as a result of being caught together. With both of them at risk, and with little time to think of anything else, Amanda quickly parted her thighs, opening the bedding from beneath Stacy who had less than a second to even react as she started to fall between them. And just as quickly as she had opened her thighs, Amanda closed them back together again, sealing Stacy in her entirety within them right before as the teacher came to give a check and Amanda showed off that she had no form of communication in her backpack, or under her desk. In fact, she didn’t even have any pockets given the sweatpants she wore.

A: “See? I was just looking around and giving myself some breathers, that’s all. I wouldn’t have the courage to try anything funny with someone as vigilant as you around.”

T: “Heh, well alright then. I’ll take the compliment and I’m sorry for the assumption. I’ve just had my fair share of decietful students and had to make sure. Good luck on the rest of your exam.”

As the teacher walked back to her desk, Amanda signed in relief and was about to get Stacy who was completely sandwiched between her thighs, but she then worried that if the teacher was noticing her then perhaps other students would be able to as well. She looked around and noticed that almost half of the students were getting up to turn in their finished exams which meant they’d be less focused on their own desks. The chances of them peering over and causing a scene were too high and Amanda had already lost enough time and had to focus on finishing her exam.

‘I-I’m sure she’ll be fine… she was having such a nice time on top of my thighs… this is just a bit more smug, that’s all’ thought Amanda to herself. ‘I don’treally feel her moving, so maybe she’s already getting comfy?… Wait, would she even be able to move? Amanda, stop, you’re over thinking it! Just finish so you can get out of here!’

As Amanda tried to settle back into finishing her exam, Stacy was busy trying to settle into her newer and much more confined position. She could hardly think as she was still getting out of the daze of falling and having two walls of thigh meat slam together with her right in the middle of them. The left half of her body was facing down towards the seat, with her right half up towards the ceiling if either spot were to be visible. This left her front half pressed firmly into the left thigh with her back to the right. After gaining back some form of composure, she wondered why she was still being kept down here. The muffled noises of Amanda and their teacher had stopped. ‘She must be paranoid or something…’

‘Well, at least there’s only like ten or so minutes left.’ Thought Stacy as she tried to find comfort in her new position. It wasn’t too bad in all honesty. Both thighs had a generous ratio of fat and muscle and they were already extremely plump and comfortable to lay atop of; and so being pressed between them was like laying down between a couple of mattresses, only much bigger. She only wished that she could shift positions, but her attempts to move were in vein as she had no chance of pushing back against her fleshy makeshift hiding spot.

She signed into the squish of the thigh, knowing she’d have to just wait it out. She wondered how it felt to be Amanda at the moment. She surely was dealing with her own problems right now, but Stacy always felt curious, especially now, as to how it felt to be going around with someone as small as her. Could she even feel her that well between her thighs? They were like buildings to Stacy, and so it must be a bit challenging to feel much on Amanda’s side. As she kept herself busy with her thoughts on perspective, Stacy noticed that the temperature was starting to increase rather quickly and as such, Stacy started to feel what she could only assume was a mixture of both hers and Amanda’s sweat. Amanda’s inner thighs were given no way of airing out and combined with the warm material of the sweatpants, Stacy’s tight, yet tolerable space had become a bit of a sauna. If there was anything she could compare it to, it would be as if she had gone to the spa and had hot towels wrapped across her entire body.

With pretty much no air going in or out of her confined space, Stacy was already having a tough time breathing through the clothed thigh meat to begin with, but with a layer of sweat being there’s it was much more difficult to get any form of air. Having no options and having to think quickly, she had to use both her nose and mouth to try and accomdate which resulted on her having to practically suck upon the sweat soaked fabric surrounding her which gave just the bare minimum of air to survive, but also resulted in her being forced to drink in some of the sweat that came along with it.

She wanted to just spit it out, but that would leave her back where she started with a ton of sweat smeared into her face and blocking out any bit of air. The taste was bitter and salty, and she nearly threw up as she took in her first gulp. The smell didn’t help either as it just reminded her of what it was that she was drinking. Unfortunately, she still had at least ten minutes before her friend would finish her exam, leaving her to soak in and choke down nearly a gallon worth of sweat, struggling not to cough it back up.

Finally, a bell rung mere seconds after Amanda rushed to finish writing out her final answer. She let out a loud and tired sign as she sat back, her head looking to the ceiling as she felt relief that she had managed to just barely finish her first exam. She was about to stand up, but remembered her friend and covered her mouth in a gasp as she spread her legs. She was a bit surprised not to see her body down on her desk, but after a bit of inspecting, noticed that Stacy was actually stuck face first into her left thigh. Amanda quickly, but carefully peeled her off her thigh and held her in a closed fist. She couldn’t inspect her here and so she got her stuff out away and rushed over to the teacher to turn in her exam. Then, before the teacher could even say anything, Amanda was already out in the halls where she ran into the nearest women’s restroom, finding a stall and closing it behind her. She opened her hand yo to find Stacy flat on the palm, coughing and looking absolutely soaked.

A: “O-oh my gosh, Stacy, are you alright?!”

S: “…”

A: “I’m so sorry, I panicked and didn’t know what to do. I didn’t think it would get so hot down there, but I was under so much stress, I guess I couldn’t help it. Please say something!”

Amanda held a finger out for Stacy to grab hold of, using it to help herself in sitting up where she grounded a bit in a dizzy state.

S: “It… it’s ok Amanda… just… a lot…”

A: “I know, I know, I should’ve tried to find another spot for you, but the teacher was coming and I had so little time to think. S-sorry about the sweat… and.. I understand… if you’re angry with me and don’t want to join me to the other classes… maybe I can get ahold of a teacher or something to get you home. I don’t want to put you through anything like that…”

Amanda ripped off a piece of toilet paper and started to dab it upon Stacy’s body, trying to soak up and dry off the layer of sweat she had accidentally given her friend. For a moment, Stacy almost lost her cool, wanting to explain just what she had to endure… and what she had to ingest… but as she looked up to face her friend, she saw as Amanda’s eyes were already watery as she was tearing up. She truly felt bad about putting her through an uncomfortable situation, and was trying her best to keep in her tears. Now Stacy was feeling bad. She had just gone through an unpleasant experience for sure, but thinking it over, Amanda was having her own problems to worry about for nearly hour and most of that time, Stacy was sitting comfy on top of the desk and her thighs just smiling doing nothing. 

S: “I know. It must have been a bit scary for you though, so I understand. Don’t worry about it. I came here to support you and that means sharing some of the difficult moments with you. I can’t be mad with you if you were just trying to do what you could to save both of us from trouble. I don’t even know what I would’ve done if I were you, so please don’t feel bad. I chose to be here and I still want to be here with you and see you make it through the day!”

Amanda paused for a moment, staring down at her friend. She seemed to be at a loss for words, but to Stacy’s surprise, her tears didn’t stop. Stacy worried that she might have worded something wrong, but then Amanda brought her up to her face and nuzzled her against her right cheek.

A: “I don’t deserve someone as kind as you. Thank you soooo much! I promise I’ll make this whole day up to you somehow!”

After another minute of tearful nuzzling, Amanda let Stacy have a breather, bringing her off her face and holding her in her palm again.

S: “Alright, alright you big baby, stop crying already. Remember you have other classes to get to and we don’t want everyone to think somethings up with you. Speaking of which, we’re going to need a new plan for where I go so we don’t repeat what happened last time. You got any ideas?”

A: “Oh, right! Hmmm… well…. Maybe we could put you-“

To Be Continued…

A: “Oh, right! Hmmm… well…. Maybe we could put you in one of my hands while I take the exams? It’s not like I really need both hands for it anyways.” 

S: “You don’t think that’ll be a bit too obvious of a spot?” 

A: “Well last time, the teacher came cause I was looking at you under the desk. This way, you’d be up on the desk with me so it wouldn’t even matter if I took a few glances your way. Besides, you fit pretty easily there, so it wouldn’t look that suspicious and even if something happened, I could just close my hand or tuck you somewhere.” 

S: “Well, I guess you’re right. I’m not really sure of a better option at the moment anyways and we don’t have time to think of something else.” 

A: “Great! And! Thanks  again Stacy, really. I know we almost just got caught back there, but having you with me is really helping to ease up the tension.” 

S: “You can remind me of how great I am once we get done wirh today. Now  hurry about before you miss the next class!” 

A: “Right!” 

Reinvigorated with the thought that Stacy would be there for her no matter what, Amanda brought her little friend back into the palm of her hand, trying to be a bit more cautious with how she moved when making it toward her next class. Being stuck inside of a close fist still wasn’t the most ideal form of transportation, but it was much better than in the morning where she was being shaken up all over the place. Thankfully, Amanda’s secondary class was located just down the hall of the first and the two made it with still have a minute left to spare. Amanda quickly sat down and after getting her stuff out, placed Stacy down on the desk with her hand loosely cupped around her. Amanda was certainly feeling a bit more prepared this time and as soon as everyone was handed their respective exams, she went right for it, scribbling away at the packet in front of her. 

For the first twenty or so minutes, she was breezing through the first half of the exam, giving occasional glances toward Stacy who was watching her with such an enthusiastic expression. Each glance was met with a thumbs up, a wave, a smile. At one point, possibly due to having little else to do, Stacy noticed that Amanda had gotten stuck on a problem and in an effort to alleviate her stress, she did a little dance of sorts, stomping around and waving her arms in the air before pointing to Amanda and sticking her tongue out with a nod, The little performance worked to say the least and it caused Amanda to audibly giggle at the display. She used her free hand to cover her mouth, looking around to see if anyone had heard her. Pretty much the entire class had, but thankfully they were too busy with their own exams, resulting in just a few brief confused looks. Amanda’s cheeks went pink as she looked back to Stacy who was trying to contain her own amusement of what had just happened. Aside from the embarrassment causing her to blush slightly, she couldn’t help but to feel an inexplicable sense of enjoyment at the thought of having an adorable little personal cheerleader at the ready to make her feel better. It made her feel good… and as she stared down at Stacy, her cheeks only got redder. It was almost as if she was expecting another performance, but all she got was a curious look from Stacy as to why she was just staring at her like that. 

It felt as though it had dragged on for nearly a minute before the sound of another student dropping their pencil snapped Amanda out of it. She blinked a few times, shaking her head slightly as she recomposed herself. She didn’t know what had just come over her, but it was probably best not to think about it too much right now and focus on finishing her exam. Entering the halfway point for time, Amanda noticed that she had actually managed to get through two thirds of the exam relatively easy and seeing as she had some extra time, she decided to take a moment to breathe and refresh herself a bit. Her arms stretched up high into the air as she felt a few satisfying little pops across her arched back. With a satisfied sign, she looked back down and saw the panicked face of her no longer concealed friend. Amanda practically slammed her left arm upon the table in an effort to quickly conceal Stacy, but of course while she was successful in hiding her behind the arm, she was also successful in getting the attention of literally every other student as well as the teacher who all turned to look at her. 

A: “S-sorry…” 

Despite the mixture of confused annoyance from her peers and a head shaking shush from the teacher, everyone ended up brushing it off as they went back to their exams; all but one student. Sitting in the desk behind Amanda was Lauren, a student that breathed entitlement and often seemed to find pleasure in exploiting any and all faults that came about her peers. Even her so called ‘friends’ weren’t safe from a snarky question here or a blatantly judgemental comment there. What made things difficult at times was the fact that despite often being a bit much with people, Lauren actually was a star student, meaning that she was usually one of the first to finish any assignments given to the class, which just so happened to include the very exam that they were all taking. She had managed to already finish the whole exam and normally, her efficiency led to a trend that resulted in weeks' worth of Lauren bragging to the whole class about her intelligence. But, unfortunately for Amanda, her two little outbursts had been just enough to peek Lauren’s intrigue. Leaning forward ever so quietly, Lauren peered over Amanda’s shoulder, trying to get a view of whatever it was that was getting Amanda so worked up. It didn’t seem all too obvious as to what could’ve caused it. The only thing immediately obvious to Lauren came when she took a breath and it became apparent that her classmate had failed to take a shower as her B.O. invaded her senses. 

Cringing a bit, Lauren was about to disregard her little search until out of the corner of her eye, she noticed some sort of movement from within Amanda’s left hand. It was brief, and could have just been one of her fingers, but if that were the case, then why was Amanda just staring at her hand so much? She even seemed to be grinning towards it. Whatever was going on seemed just too suspicious for her to ignore, so she leaned closer, practically an inch from Amanda’s ear before whispering. 

L: “What you got there~?” 

Amanda nearly jumped in her seat, panicking as she closed her hand around Stacy. She glanced back at Lauren with an annoyed whisper. 

A: “What do you want? You nearly gave me a heart attack!” 

L: “Oh, I just couldn’t help but notice that you’ve got something you’re hiding~” 

A: “What? I’m just trying to finish my exam; don’t you have one to finish too?” 

L: “Oh, I finished mine, but I do appreciate you looking out for me. So, what’s in your hand there?” 

A: “N-nothing, it’s just my hand.” 

L: “Something tells me that you aren’t being completely honest with me.” 

A: “Why do you even care so much?” 

L: “Because it must be something pretty special for you to wanna keep it a secret from me~” 

A: “Well believe what you want, I’m not hiding anything.” 

L: “Then how about you open your hand for me?” 

A: “I don’t have to do anything for you.” 

L: “Then how about this. You open up your hand or I got and turn in my exam. And maybe, while I’m up there, I let the teacher in on the fact that you’ve got something here you aren’t supposed to have. I don’t have to be the one who finds whatever it is for you to get into trouble.” 

If they had been anywhere else, Amanda would’ve likely just ignored her, maybe even knock a bit of sense into her would be threatener, but if the other students, or even worse, the teacher were to grow as curious as Lauren, the risk of Stacy being discovered would become far too high. 

A: “Alright, fine. If it’ll calm you down, I’ll show you my hand.” 

Not being the best at improvising, Amanda tried to buy some time to think. She brought her arms back up into the air, pretending to stretch once again, only this time taking Stacy up with her. She then continued by leaning forward and stretching her arms past her desk. Perplexed, yet eager to see what she was hiding, Lauren leaned closer, but just as she did so, Amanda brought herself back and turned to her left, still holding her stretch, and as a result, unintentionally brought her now exposed armpit, only barely covered by the sweat stained short sleeve of her shirt, into direct contact with Lauren’s face. It may have only lasted a second, but Lauren’s nose was immediately assaulted by the pungent odor. The odor alone sent Lauren into a state of shock, but what horrified her most was that her nose had actually pressed into Amanda’s sleeve, causing a small bit of sweat to ooze out from the fabric and onto her nose. 

Panicked, Lauren pushed herself back, wanting to get as far away from Amanda’s underarm as possible, however she ended up pushing a bit more than she was ready for as her chair leaned back with the sudden weight, causing her to lose her balance. Shrieking, the other students turned to find Lauren, sprawled out onto the floor with a knocked over chair. Amanda was surprised to say the least as she blinked a few times, not really believing what she had just witnessed. This was her opportunity! All of the students were focused on Lauren now and even the teacher had gotten up to go and help her. Taking a bit of a risky bet, Amanda opened up her hand that was still up above her. She hoped that Stacy would manage to land anywhere else on top of her. As long as it wasn’t her hand, she’d be in the clear. 

For Stacy, she had no idea why Amanda would do this, but her hand was opening and below her was a drop that she was not ready for. Despite being rather durable at her size, the concept of falling wasn’t any less scary, and so with the few brief moments she had to make a decision, Stacy propelled herself off of Amanda’s palm and landed at her wrist. She clung to it with her arms and legs spread wide, trying to get as much of a grip as possible. While this kept her from falling, her grip failed to keep her in place and she instead started to slide down Amanda’s forearm. If the class wasn’t so distracted by the fallen student, they might have heard Stacy’s screams as she was going down fast past her friend’s elbow, and finally down her upper arm where her heart sank at the sight below. The hole of Amanda’s short sleeve was wide open and Stacy could do nothing to stop herself from sliding straight in where she slammed face first into the exposed pit. 

The sudden feeling of Stacy’s relatively colder body hitting her damp crevice of a pit led Amanda’s arm to come to an immediate close, squishing her tiny friend tightly within her pit. It didn’t take long for Amanda to realize what was in there, leading her cheeks to turn red from embarrassment. 

A: “S-sorry about that...” 

L: “Damn right you should be sorry!” 

Amanda turned around to see Lauren as she was now back up, assuming that Amanda’s apology was toward her. 

L: “I can’t believe you got some of it onto my nose! That’s disgusting! Learn to bathe, you filthy bum.” 

A: “Right... Well, I’ll try to keep it clean next time you feel like sticking your head up there. If it makes you feel any better, you can see my hands now.” 

Showing off both hands, Lauren couldn’t even muster a response, just making some irritated grumbling noises as she went to hand in her exam before leaving the class to try and cleanse her face off in the restroom. Amanda couldn’t help but to smirk a bit at the thought of chasing the brat away with just the smell of her unwashed pit, but that then reminded her of what she was currently subjecting her little friend to. While she didn’t want to be keeping her in there, enough attention had already been brought towards her and the visual of digging into her shirt would certainly invoke some eyes. ‘Sorry... I hope it isn’t as bad as Lauren made it out to be... I’ll try to get this done as quickly as I can, I promise!’ 

Meanwhile, as Amanda went back to her exam, Stacy was fighting the urge to vomit. She had been screaming when she entered the sleeve and that had resulted in her getting a warm, musky, mouthful of pit that practically was gagging her. She couldn’t even move back as Amanda’s arm slammed shut, mashing Stacy further into the putrid crevice of her underarm. She made the mistake of keeping her eyes open. The smell alone would’ve been enough to draw tears, but with how compressed she had become, Amanda’s buildup of sweat made direct contact with Stacy’s eyes, causing her to let out a muffled scream of pain as she was temporarily blinded. Luckily, her nose managed to avoid being broken as it was slammed into the soft and flexible flesh, but she soon wished that it was broken as her nostrils were literally pressed against a fold of skin and with no real way to get away from it, she was forced to inhale what was likely the vilest thing she had ever smelled in her life. Sweat was entering her nose and each time she breathed in, the bits of armpit skin that was pressed to her nose would sometimes get sucked up against her nostrils, temporarily cutting off her air supply.  

She eventually managed to gauge how hard she breathed, but whether or not that was progress was still to be determined as while that minimized how often she was being suffocated, she was only capable of inhaling the tainted, sweaty, mist of air that was making her a bit light headed. Maybe passing out would have been for the best as it would’ve allowed her to avoid the torment that her mouth was being subjected to. The taste was vile. A bitter saltiness coated her tongue and with how malleable the skin of her prison was, she was having no luck in closing her mouth or even spitting out the rank fold of flesh. She was tempted to bite down with her teeth, but whether or not that would actually do anything other than possibly get them both caught if Amanda freaked out over it led her to cross that option out. All she could really do was try to just accept it, but thinking that was a lot easier than doing it, not that she really had much of a choice. Aside from her primary senses being assaulted, her entire body was coated in a thick layer of sweat and combined with the emanating heat, it felt like she was liable to melt. She remained stuck there, marinating in her friend’s unwashed pit, her only way out being completely dependent on the speed of her friend. She could only pray that their last night study session would prove effective and that she’d be released shortly. 

Having anything or anyone pressed against one’s pit would be an odd sensation to say the very least, but an entire person was something else entirely. While Stacy wasn’t necessarily moving much, she was still there and that was something that Amanda wasn’t quite sure how to feel about. Of course, her first thoughts were that of guilt and she could only think of how she was going to possibly apologize for this. She had to keep her there though, and she was sure that Stacy would understand. It wasn’t like Amanda had many other options anyways. It was weird to admit, but she did tickle a bit while in there, causing Amanda to get a bit distracted here and there. She brushed off the thought as much as she could, wanting to get her exam done so that she could get her friend out of there, but the concept lingered on in the back of her mind. ‘I hope she’s doing ok... I mean, I think that little sensation is breathing. I mean, aside from the smell, it's probably a lot like how it was between my thighs, so maybe it isn’t as bad as I’m thinking it is.’ 

Continuing to work on her exam, things seemed to settle down for a while. Although she hadn’t forgotten about Stacy, she had begun to adjust to the feeling of her body being there which made it much easier to get things done. But, as the minutes went by, the temperature and smell only seemed to intensify around Stacy. Having to keep her hidden meant that there was no fresh air coming in to circulate any of the stench or heat that was starting to drive Stacy insane. She knew for a fact that she was sweating, although it wasn’t possible to tell since she was stuck soaking up Amanda’s sweat for what was nearing fifteen minutes now. It was impossible to get used to any part of this as everything only seemed to increase its potency and having Amanda’s moist flesh stuffed into her mouth had forced at least a liter of foul sweat down her throat. She knew that she had to wait, but doing so was torture. She needed to find some way to alleviate something, anything! At the very least, if she had to stay stuck here, she could at least try again to remove the pit skin that was keeping her now tired jaw open. 

Her lips weren’t nearly strong enough to press closed, and blowing did absolutely nothing. She whined at the thought, but there was one more option that she could try in order to get the nasty pit out of her mouth. Hesitantly, she brought her tongue up. While the thought made her already fuzzy mind even more nauseous, her tongue had already been forced to taste the sweat that dripped into her. Surely, this couldn’t be that much worse and if it got her mouth time to rest, it was worth a shot! She jabbed her tongue forward, pressing the tip straight into the fleshy skin. Her tongue shook, struggling to push any of it out. Eventually, the moisture of her tongue and Amanda’s pit caused Stacy’s tongue to lose its stiffened composure, leading Stacy to unintentionally drag her tongue against Amanda’s armpit. Stacy shivered, hating both the thought and feeling of it, but she was growing desperate. The amount of salt she had ingested was making her feel dehydrated and dizzy, the heat made her want to faint, and just being there any longer made her feel the need to keep trying. And so, again, and again, she stuck her tongue forward, trying to push out some of the pit skin. There were a few times in which some skin ended up moving, but it was a vain victory as more skin would just come in to take its place. Each time that she tried to push with her tongue, she ended up losing her energy to push much further, resulting in Stacy continuously running her tongue along the mouthful of her friend’s pit. 

Back with Amanda, there was only one problem left to solve before she could finally turn in her exam and get the heck out of class. She even seemed to be doing well on time with almost ten minutes left to go. Feeling pumped, she was about to write out her answer to the last question when a new and sudden feeling caused her to pause in place. It was clearly coming from her armpit and she could assume that it was originating from Stacy, but she wasn’t sure what it was. Whatever it was, it soon happened again, and again, and whatever it was, felt like something tiny and wet was rubbing into her skin. It really left Amanda bewildered as to what it could possibly be. If it was wet, then it couldn’t possibly have been Stacy’s arms or legs and it couldn’t have just been spit because this thing was being dragged up and down her pit like it was... 

`A tongue?! No, why would it be... why would she be... licking there?!’ She got a few shivers as she felt the tongue continue. It was an odd sensation, let alone thought to know that her friend was actively willing to... taste her? The smell was enough to make Lauren want to flee, so Amanda couldn’t imagine that tasting it directly would be any less displeasing. But... she was still doing it... and the more that it went on, the more that it started to confuse her as it almost felt kind of... nice. It even tickled a bit. ‘It must be terrible down there. It can’t be tasting very good... but she wouldn’t be doing it unless she wanted to, right? Does she actually... like it in there?’ 

Her cheeks went pink at the concept. Did this mean that there was a chance that Stacy had more... intimate feelings toward her? A fluster of thoughts flew through her mind. She thought back to all of the times they’d spent together before, wondering if there were any signs, but... if Stacy actually enjoyed this kind of thing, then... maybe there were other things that she’d be interested in experimenting with. She shook her head, trying to calm herself down. She didn’t even know for sure if Stacy was even enjoying this. There were definitely some questions in need of answers, but she couldn’t get overwhelmed now. There’d be plenty of time to figure out what was going on after the exam. And so, with the few minutes she had left, she went about finishing up her last page, all the while enjoying what was going on down under her arm. 

With a satisfied sign, Amanda finished her exam and as she went to turn it in, she noticed the sensual feeling from Stacy decline. She was almost disappointed that it was over so soon, but that wasn’t something she should be worried about. Right now, her priority was checking to make sure that her friend was ok, and so with her second exam completed, she rushed her way out of class and went right back into the women's restroom where she locked herself up within one of the open stalls. 

Sitting down, she lifted up her arm and was a bit embarrassed to realize that her friend was firmly adhered to her skin. A moist, slick sounding pop, Amanda peeled her soaked friend off and attempted to stand her up on her palm, but the little girl immediately dropped to her back. 

A: “Stacy?! Are you alright?!” 

She brought her up close to get a better look, prodding her a couple of times with a finger to check her out and was thankful to see that she was still breathing and likely just unconscious. She also noticed a rather pungent smell emanating off her body, making her cringe at her own self for smelling so awful.  

A: “Uh, sorry about that Stacy, but could you wake up please? We don’t have a lot of time right now and I don’t know where to put you. Come on Stacy, wake up! You know I’m not the best at figuring things out on the spot! Agh! What do I do??” 

It seemed as though Stacy was going to be asleep for just a bit longer and unfortunately for the both of them, Amanda didn’t have that kind of time and she was going to have to think of somewhere far safer to tuck away her unconscious friend this time. Now the only thing to figure out, was where?