Truth or Dare Pt. 01

Chapter 1

Today was Ted's first day of college.

After 19 years of living with his parents, cooped up and sheltered from the world because of his size, his family finally relented and allowed him to attend a university a few hours from home. It wasn't ideal; he would've rather gotten into a closer school, so that he could still live at home while attending classes. But his home-school education hadn't given his test scores any favors, so this was the best outcome he and his parents could hope for. Going to a big school, living on his own, on the other side of the state--he was really gonna hit the ground running.

It could've been worse. Ted was 1 foot and 11 inches tall (although he always told people he was 2 feet), which was certainly smaller than normal, but not so small that he was completely helpless. When it came time to apply for a dorm, he put in a special request that he be paired with a woman, a request that was often rejected. His reasoning was that since women are typically shorter than men, then the size difference with whoever he lived with wouldn't be as drastic. And he was lucky enough for the school to grant his request. But they obviously didn't know how tall any of the applicants were, so they couldn't actually ensure that Ted ended up with someone on the shorter end of the spectrum. Instead, he got the complete opposite.

Ted had been the first to arrive at the room, and after unpacking some of his things, turned around when he heard a knock on the open door. He was used to looking up when he knew someone was behind him, but he hadn't been prepared for how much he'd have to crane his neck this time. The first thing his eyes landed on was the girl's breasts, generously sized and seeming to lean over him. In his peripheral vision he could see the girl's hips, which clearly seemed to have accumulated a bit of heft as she grew up. But all the way at the top was a friendly face, whose eyes twinkled while smiling down at him, her expression framed by dark, shoulder-length hair. She was at least 6 feet tall, probably a few inches more. And as soon as Ted saw her, he knew his time at college was about to be a lot more exciting than he first expected.

"Who's this lil guy?" the girl asked, bending over with her hands on her knees like she was talking to a child. It took everything in Ted not to stare at her boobs as they swung forward, almost over his head. "Are you lost? Did you come with your family to drop a sibling off?"

"I'm not a kid," Ted replied indignantly, making his voice a deeper pitch than normal as if to convince her. "I'm your roommate... I think. My name's Ted."

"So you aren't a little boy after all!" she replied, standing up straight again with a chuckle, at which point Ted realized he was only a few inches taller than her knee. "I mean, you are a boy, and you're definitely little. You know what I mean though." She reached out her hand, but made no effort in lowering it for Ted to easily reach. "My name's Abby." Despite her teasing nature, she had a kind-hearted smile, and Ted jumped up with his arms over his head, just barely grabbing onto Abby's fingers. "Nice to meet you," she giggled, instantly lifting him into the air and giving him a handshake by gently shaking his body.

Ted swallowed nervously, letting go and almost falling onto the floor. "You too," he shakily replied. And yet despite how huge she was (in more ways than just her height), he couldn't help but be completely enamored.

For the rest of the afternoon, Abby and Ted moved their things into the dorm, talking about their lives and who they were to get to know each other better. As Abby came to realize how docile and shy Ted was, she became comfortable around him quicker than she typically did with guys. Comfortable enough that that night, she didn't feel the need to dress in a modest pair of pajamas. Instead, after taking off her bra (but leaving on her underwear), she opted to just wear a large t-shirt to bed. Ted was so small though, that every time she turned around, he was easily able to sneak a peek at her butt, ogling at how much it wobbled with every move she made, reverberating down to her thighs that each seemed to be considerably thicker than his entire body.

When the morning came, the two of them decided to get breakfast from the dining hall. But as soon as Ted stepped out their door, Abby picked him up without asking, and made him sit on one of her arms like she was holding a baby. He blushed the entire trip to the commons, since they passed by dozens of other students, most of whom gave him looks or laughed at how he was treated. But he didn't say anything to Abby; he never asked her to set him down, even though he felt embarrassed with how she handled him.

After sneaking their food back to their dorm, they sat down on the floor across from each other, eating bagels and yogurt parfaits. But Abby had been intrigued by her roommate's submissive spirit, so she suggested they play truth or dare--it came as no surprise when Ted agreed.

They didn't take the game very seriously for the first couple rounds, but eventually Ted chose "truth," so Abby asked him a question that made him freeze: "Why'd you let me carry you to the commons like that? I just picked you up like that as a joke, but then you never even asked me to put you down."

Ted knew the reason why, although it was an answer he didn't even want to say out loud and vocally admit. "You really wanna know?" he asked sheepishly.

"Yeah doofus, that's the game," she chuckled.

The small boy was quiet for a few moments, but then revealed his secret. "Because I... I kinda like being controlled by women. Like when they toy around with me."

"Really?" Abby smirked, crossing her arms and looking Ted's body up and down.

But he tried to quickly move on, asking her the same. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Why'd you pick me up in the first place? Most small people don't like when others make fun of their size, but... I mean, you don't seem like an asshole."

Unlike her counterpart, Abby didn't hesitate in showing her true colors. "Cuz I like messing with little guys. The more little, the more fun it is to tease them. So considering you're the total opposite, I think it's pretty coincidental we got paired together." She paused for a moment, then added, "Might even say we got lucky."

Ted's heart raced, and there was a long stretch of silence between them before Abby spoke up. "So do you wanna go truth again?" She scooted closer to him, her legs stretching around either side of his body as she grinned down at him. "Or dare..."

He looked up into her eyes, and just the look of anticipation she had on her face caused his dick to stir. "Dare," he uttered with a whisper.

"I... dare... you..." she started to say, slowly taking off her sweatpants before kicking them onto Ted's head. "To ride in the back of my pants while I head over to the library." He pushed Abby's sweats off his face and gazed up at the curvy, titanic-sized woman, feeling a lump in his throat, but excitement in his heart. "It's gonna be a tight squeeze though, so you'll probably have to take off your clothes to fit. You comfortable with that?" Ted didn't even tell her his response, instead skipping straight to fumbling with his pants and pulling his shirt off so quickly that he almost ripped it. She chuckled at how horny he was already, and grabbed a spool of string while he undressed.

It took them a little while to work out a set-up that would work, but eventually Ted found himself tied to the back of Abby's leg, wearing just his underwear. His knees were both strapped behind one of hers for easier mobility, his feet straddled either side of her calf about halfway down, his hairless bare chest was pressed against her thick, equally hairless thigh, which his arms were also wrapped around. But best of all, Ted's face was pressed right up against Abby's ass cheek, which was so colossal compared to him that his neck hurt just from how far out it stuck from her body. And now that he was secured to her leg, she pulled up a pair of tight-fitting jeans, which squeezed his flimsy body against her leg even more.

Putting on a pair of boots was the only thing left to do before strolling out the door so she could make her way across the campus. Right away, Ted felt both invisible and exposed; he was relegated to this giant girl's leg, his body forcibly moving in sync with hers, and treated as just another part of Abby's clothing as she went about her day and ignored him. But he was also terribly aware of just how clear his predicament was to whoever walked by, with the tightness of her jeans making his body's outline totally obvious. She was the tallest girl at the school, and he was by far the shortest boy, so even if people couldn't see his face, they'd all know from that point forward how Abby had treated him. Will other girls try to dominate me too? he wondered, somewhat excited, but also a little scared.

As Abby continued walking, Ted took a moment to relish in how good he felt against Abby's leg. She was warm, and her skin was soft, but mostly she was just so fucking big. As her lower thigh rubbed against his crotch, he felt his dick start to harden--which ended up causing it to rub against her leg too, and drove his heart wild. But his heart rate only increased once Abby, having reached the library without Ted realizing it, started to sit down right on top of him.

Bending her leg forced the boy's body to curve backwards, and her jeans somehow became even more taut and stretched. His body felt like it was almost upside down, strapped under her the way it was, and the second Ted felt his face touch Abby's seat, a wave of lust-induced energy ran through him. Slowly, Abby's ass bore down on the side of his face, squishing his head between her fat cheek and the seat's cushion. Ted knew that his body was able to withstand insane amounts of weight, and that security made the way Abby was treating him even hotter, since he knew that he'd make it through. It was mind-boggling how much of a monstrosity Abby's ass was; it felt like her butt was crushing Ted under thousands of pounds. And yet despite the immense pressure, he remained conscious and intact, reduced to being hopelessly motionless and trapped under the girl's rear, treated as nothing more than a seat for her ass to use and abuse.

"Hold on," he heard her ask herself, "why doesn't this seat feel as comfortable as it used to?" And then a chill ran through Ted's spine for the fraction of a second that he was in mid-air, as Abby hopped further back in the chair, slamming on top of Ted's meager frame like she was trying to break it. "There, that's more comfortable," she giggled to herself, grinding her butt on top of her roommate and smearing his head around on the seat to taunt him.

As Abby kicked her feet up and pulled out her phone, Ted was only barely able to draw in shallow, ragged breaths. He couldn't see a thing, since Abby's ass cheek had molded around his head and cast him into darkness beneath her. And he had no idea how long she planned on staying in the library, or what she'd do next. But he loved every second of it.

It didn't matter that he was clueless to her ideas and subject to her whims. He had submitted to her. She was in control now, and that was all that mattered to him.

Chapter 2

While sitting in her seat outside the school library, with her new roommate tucked away beneath her leg, Abby leaned forward to itch at her calf and heard the subtle sound of a snap under her shirt. One of the wires on the underside of her bra had snapped, and was now poking against one of her boobs, an annoying feeling that was impossible to ignore. "How does this keep happening?" she muttered to herself as she stood up, making her way to the nearest bathroom. Rather than use the typical women's restroom, she headed into a private bathroom instead, the kind that were typically reserved for disabled people or staff members. After locking the door, she retrieved Ted from her pants with a reluctant sigh.

"Are we taking a break already?" he asked while looking around, surprised at how quickly the giant girl had decided to move on.

"Only because my bra snapped," she grumbled, reaching behind her back to unclasp it and pull it out, showing Ted the wire that was poking through at the front. "I can't stand how it feels."

Even though Abby's shirt was still on, Ted could tell from looking at it that her boobs were sagging more than normal, and he hesitated to offer what was on his mind--but his horny little brain couldn't stop him from suggesting it. "Well if you need a bra, then, um... you can use me in its place...?" He avoided eye contact with Abby, although she looked down right at him and softened her expression, genuinely surprised by the offer.

"Aww, really?" she cooed. "I mean, maybe it shouldn't be that surprising considering you said you like being controlled by women. But there's a reason my bra snapped; even with a bra that fits, my boobs seem to strain the material. You probably don't really realize what you're in for--especially since you're a guy."

The way Abby was talking about the ordeal was giving Ted second thoughts. "Oh," he mumbled, watching her toss the unusable garment into the trash can. "Well if you don't think it'll be a--"

"Nope! No backing out now," she declared. "You already said you would." With an awkward blush, Ted shut his mouth and kept from arguing, and didn't fight back as Abby used the string that had tied him to her leg to instead tie his wrists together and bind his ankles. "I know this sounds ironic or whatever, but no looking at my tits," she ordered, forcing him to look away from her body and the mirror as she took her shirt off. "If you try to peek then I'll make you regret it. And not in the kinky way. Like in the I'll-tell-our-RA-and-get-you-kicked-out-of-the-dorm kind of way."

Ted's face paled, and he quickly nodded his head to convey his consummate understanding. "Of course not, I wasn't gonna look. Consent is like, super important to me and stuff," he stuttered awkwardly, causing Abby to snort with laughter at his kiss-ass behavior; he was cute. Maybe not romantically, but he was sorta like a fun, nervous puppy.

Ted felt his body suddenly hoisted up and turned sideways, as the giant freshman held his back against her breasts with one arm while she tied his wrist and ankle binds together behind her. Once she had them connected via a loop, she gradually pulled one end of the loop tighter and tighter, forcing Ted's body into an uncomfortable but taut position. His limbs were stretched all the way out, and it was slightly painful for them to twist around Abby's torso, but when she pulled her hands away, Ted's body stayed aloft. It had worked. He was now just a makeshift human bra for his roommate.

With the feeling of Abby's nipples pressing against his thighs and back, Ted squirmed to try and adjust himself into a more comfortable position. But she'd really tied him up tight. "Doing okay there?" she asked, putting her shirt back on and blinding the poor boy.

"Definitely," he replied, but fidgeted some more.

"Well if you're fine, then I'm gonna need you to stop moving so much." She looked at herself in the mirror and tried readjusting Ted a bit so that her chest would look less suspicious. "I don't need anyone knowing I'm wearing a person over my tits." Ted figured silence would be an appropriate response, so once Abby felt good about how he was set up, she turned around and headed back onto the campus.

During her trip back to the dorm, Abby was surprised about how effective Ted's body seemed to work as a mechanism to hold up her boobs. Typically she wore a DD, and obviously a real bra was more comfortable than a human being, but she secretly hoped that her roommate would let her use him again in the future (although who was she kidding, of course he would). Ted was a little disappointed that Abby didn't want to wear him the other way around, but he understood her not wanting to be too revealing with him yet. Besides, he was still able to feel a pair of huge boobs softly bouncing against his bare body while a giant woman wore him like a piece of clothing. So he definitely wasn't complaining.

Once they arrived back at the room, she let him out and replaced the small teenager strapped to her chest with a real bra, while Ted obediently stood with his back to Abby to give her her privacy. "Actually, I think I might take a nap," he decided, climbing onto his bed just as his roommate finished getting redressed.

"Aw, is little Ted already feeling tired after a long day?" she teased, standing over him with a smirk. "It's not even close to dinner."

"I'm not used to being worn like that," he nervously chuckled, laying back on his pillow.

It was sized for regular people though, and he looked ridiculous with his head against it, so Abby bit her lip and yanked it out from under him. "You look so funny trying to sleep with this thing."

"Hey, that's not--"

"I think it's better suited for my size," she declared, effortlessly lifting him up by his head so she could throw the pillow back down and take her spot in his place. Then she draped his body on top of him, snuggling against his pillow and setting his head on top of her boobs. "See? These kind of pillows are more your size." She snickered at how cheesy she was being, but crossed her legs, trapping his own in between them as she gently hugged his body against hers. "You're like a teddy b--oh my God! You are a teddy bear! You're Teddy the teddy bear!" She smiled, wrapping the little man into an even cuddlier embrace. "That's your new nickname from now on. It's too perfect."

Ted certainly wasn't gonna complain, so he smiled too, closing his eyes and quickly drifting off to sleep while Abby gently spooned him and held him close.

~

By the time Ted woke up later that afternoon, Abby was already awake and back in her own bed, scrolling through Instagram on her phone. Since tomorrow was the first day of classes, Ted figured it was time to check out his schedule and make sure he was ready for the day. "You know," he started to say, sitting up and addressing Abby as he pulled out his phone, "I just realized I never asked you about your major. We never had a chance to really meet and get to know each other."

She smiled, and turned to lay on her side, glad that their relationship was developing some depth. "I'm in marketing. Or I wanna be, at least. I'm pretty sure all my classes this semester are Gen Eds."

Ted raised his eyebrows, "I'm in the marketing program too! I wonder if that's just a coincidence." His heart got all aflutter as he looked at his schedule on his phone, seeing that he had also been set up for a slew of boring, entry-level classes. "By any chance, do we have any of the same classes?" He handed his phone to Abby, who curiously took it from him and grabbed her own phone to pull up her schedule and compare.

As her eyes widened and her smile brightened, Ted knew his intuition had been right, and he began to feel excited before she even said it out loud. "Oh my God, we have the same classes," she remarked, double checking both phones to make sure.

"All of them?"

"All of them! Same classes, same teachers, same rooms." She handed his phone back to him and swiveled onto the edge of her bed, facing him with an imaginative expression on her face. They both smiled at each other, not even needing to say out loud what they were thinking. They'd both admitted their kinks to each other already, and knew that their shared schedule meant they'd be able to make this first year of college even more exciting than they'd anticipated.

Ted was the first to speak up. "I just wanna say before anything else, since it sounds like we'll probably be around each other most of the time... I give you full permission to mess with me whenever and however you want." He gulped, before adding, "Even in public. And in class." Abby giggled, nodding along to show that she was more than fine with him submitting more of herself to her. "Just don't go overboard with it. You seem like, you know, a pretty nice person and everything though. So I trust your judgement."

"Rather than assume what we're both into, how about we talk about each other's boundaries?" Abby suggested, clearly having a bit more experience than Ted about these kinds of things. He figured it was a smart idea, so they relaxed a bit and discussed what their limits were, growing more trusting of their developing friendship was the time went on.

After enough time, their conversation evolved into a more casual one that allowed them to get to know each other better outside of their kinks, and eventually Abby slapped her knees, taking a deep breath and standing up to indicate their talk had come to an end. "I'm getting kinda hungry. You wanna head down to the dining hall to get something to eat?"

"Definitely," he sighed, standing to his feet before Abby raised an eyebrow and held her knee up to block him from going anywhere.

"Hold on. What happened to the little Teddy who liked it when I use him?"

"Um, that Teddy's kinda hungry now."

"Don't worry," she shrugged, motioning for him to get on the floor in front of her feet. "I'll get you something to eat."

Even though it had been a few hours since Ted had last eaten, he easily gave in to Abby's whims and got down on the ground like she wanted, watching as she grabbed one of her knee high boots and unzipped it all the way down to the heel. Without saying anything, she picked him up by his ankles and slowly lowered him head-first into the shoe section of her boot, until he was lying with his back on the insole and his head stuffed deep into the dark recesses of the toe section. Only half of his 2-foot body was able to fit though, so Abby had to hold his legs up, creating a sort of L-shape with his figure. "Hope my feet don't smell too bad," she giggled, and Ted watched as the hefty Amazonian inserted her foot into the shoe, sliding her bare sole along his half-naked body until her toes came to rest over his face. Her heel was positioned squarely over his groin, and she had to hold his upright legs against the back of her calf as she struggled to zip the boot back up. But once she had, Teddy's little feet just barely disappeared below the top of the black leather, with the rest of his body tightly crammed underneath Abby's foot like he was a part of the shoe.

"See?" she asked, admiring how her boot looked in the mirror before putting the other one on. "Isn't this way more fun? Now we can go get dinner." And with her ill-sized roommate unable to say a word from his place beneath her long, wiggling toes, she flicked off the lights and headed out of their room with a confident pep in her step, making her way across the campus to find some food at the cafeteria, walking on Ted's helpless body every single step of the way.

Chapter 3

Abby made her way down to the dining hall, the whole time making no outward making indication that Ted was plastered beneath her foot. To a passerby, maybe it was less humiliating on his part, since nobody knew about him; but the tradeoff was the ever-present reminder that he was small enough to be hidden in a normal person's clothing--although the subtle humiliation was exactly why he did it.

The personal time with Abby's feet was why he did it too, of course. He didn't have a foot fetish per se, he just had a girl fetish: his unfunny, eyeroll-inducing way of explaining to women that he loved every part of them. Right now, with his face covered by his roommate's toes, he ignored the outer world and breathed in the slightly funky aroma that wafted from them. At the same time, the six-foot-tall woman's heel stepped squarely on his dick, over and over and over, preventing him from growing an erection. Instead, his excitement manifested by squirming inside Abby's boot--or at least trying to--while she chuckled up above at how he felt. Just to mess with him, she stomped her foot on the floor, raising her feel and grinding the ball of her foot on Ted's neck. Not to threaten him, or to hurt him, but just because she could, and she knew he'd probably even like it. Inside her boot, it caused him to gasp in surprise, but that just meant huffing down more of the musty leather stench that surrounded him.

Once she got her food (along with a helping for Ted in a to-go box), she sat and ate in the cafeteria while crossing her Ted leg over the other and bobbing it up and down, quietly remarking on how good the food was. As she ate, her roommate's struggles transformed from ones of excitement to squirms of annoyance, antsy to finally eat dinner whenever Abby decided they were done. "I bet you're pretty hungry," she murmured, smirking down at her boot and imagining how helpless he looked inside. "Can you even smell the food? Are you salivating?"

"Yes!" he squeaked, louder than he anticipated, but it was muffled by her foot and boot anyways.

"Let's see if that's true," she said, and then Ted felt several of her toes press down on his chin to try and pull his jaw open. He was caught off guard (and subservient as hell) so he didn't fight it, but was surprised when Abby suddenly popped her long middle toe right into his mouth, fighting to push it as deep into his throat as she could despite the boot's confines. "Ew!" she giggled, just barely able to fit the appendage into his little mouth. "You really are hungry!" Not that Abby was experienced with foot worship, but she knew Ted's mouth was a lot wetter than it probably should've been, and within seconds his drool was already spilling out of his lips and seeping into the crevices between her toes. "Ugh, okay okay, we'll get you something real to eat," she chuckled, withdrawing her toe and wiping the boy's spit on his face in mild disgust, before gathering her things to head back to the dorm.

As soon as they were back in their room, Abby unzipped her boot to let Ted out, nonchalantly asking him to dry her toes from any remaining bits of his saliva. Despite his hunger, he was obedient and wiped her foot with one of his nearby shirts, while eyeing the plastic bento box. "Oh, I can see it on your face," she laughed, standing up once he was done. "You've been a pretty good pet so far, but first I wanna see you do a trick before you get your dinner." She held the box casually at waist level, but for him that meant staring at it looming over his head. Suddenly it whisked away from his view, as she swiveled around and squatted slightly in front of him. "See if you can kiss my ass," she ordered. "Jump, Teddy! C'mon, jump!" He obviously felt like a dog, trying to earn her favor before she fed him, but it turned him on a little bit and he jumped up in earnest. He was still a few inches away on his first try, so he squatted lower to try and bounce higher on his subsequent attempts, while Abby watched him in the mirror and cackled at the sight. "Awww! No offense, but you look kinda pathetic trying to reach it," she snickered, adding, "Again, no offense!" Obviously it was a little offensive though, but Ted didn't mind. On his 35th jump, after several minutes of trying, he finally, just barely, felt her jeans brush against his lips, and he collapsed onto the floor with a grin on his face, exhausted by satisfied.

"Oh? Wait, you did it?" she asked, having been scrolling through her phone after getting a little bored waiting for him. "Well I didn't see it and I couldn't feel anything, but I'll trust you." Turning back around and bending over, she grabbed his wrists and lifted him up in the air with just one hand, til his face was level with hers. "Mmmmm..." she started to coo, closing her eyes and puckering her lips as she leaned in. His eyes widened as he realized Abby was about to kiss him. But then just before their lips touched, she lowered him back down a couple inches and kissed his forehead instead, making sure to hold her lips there for a few seconds and make a loud smacking sound to tease him. "... mwah!" Pulling her head back, she dropped him back to the floor and handed the box of food down to him.

"Th-thanks!" he practically stuttered, giddy both from the kiss and from finally getting to eat.

"No need to Venmo me" she told him, turning to jump in her bed. "Dinner's on me for being such a good sport."

Smiling and thanking her again, he ripped open the takeout lid and dove into his dinner, watching Abby's back as he reflected on the day and wondered what tomorrow would bring.

~

The next morning, the pair started the day off calmly and normally. Abby didn't know how mature Ted was, but she was at least smart enough to recognize that her studies were more important than whatever thing she had going on with her little roomie. That wasn't to say that Abby planned on never dominating him during classes, but she was at least aware that if she did it all the time, she'd be putting Ted's grades at risk. Which, besides being a dick move in general, could also affect her if it jeopardized how long they lived together.

She didn't put on anything fancy that morning, just a tank top and some yoga pants. But for a young and horny guy like Ted, that was enough for him to "accidentally" stare at least half a dozen times before they even headed out the door. After Abby caught him ogling her ass for the seventh time--"I just glanced at it!" he tried to defend himself--she playfully slapped his face. "You can't keep staring at me while we're out in public. It's rude, I'm serious." Luckily, he was mature enough to get the message after that.

And so, the two roommates' first class went by as if Ted wasn't two feet tall and Abby wasn't three times his height. She made a few teasing comments, but he was so small that those couldn't be helped. Lunchtime was equally as uneventful, and Abby was planning on their second class being routine too. But shortly after they took their seats, down at the wall end of a long row of tables and chairs near the back of one of the university's spacious lecture halls, someone tapped on Abby's arm. It was the guy sitting next to her (opposite from where Ted was seated).

"Hey, would you mind scooting over so my friend can sit next to me?" the man asked, his bassy voice sounding oblivious to the fact that someone was already sitting next to Abby. She stared at the stranger for a second, recognizing the sincerity on his face, and after turning to look down at Ted in the chair next to her, realized that the normal-sized man was totally unaware that the seat wasn't technically empty.

"Just one chair?" Abby asked after turning back to the stranger.

"Yeah," he nodded. "Unless you were saving it for someone." He could see there was already a phone there with a mini keyboard, which Ted used like a tablet in lieu of a regular laptop.

Abby smiled, keeping herself from laughing, and shrugged. "No, that's okay. This stuff's all mine," she said, pushing her laptop over and roughly shoving Ted's things aside.

He had barely even been paying attention, feeling like a kid as he sat in the oversized chair, but noticed Abby's quick movement just moments before she was suddenly on top of him, deftly pushing her hand against his back to press his torso against his legs and fold his body in half. She wasn't really sure how flexible he'd be, but it didn't matter; her thighs were already on top of him, and her ass forcefully crumpled his upper body so it'd lie flat on top of himself, but more importantly flat beneath her own figure.

"Thanks," the guy said, still oblivious to what he'd caused for Ted, and took the seat where Abby had been. "I'm David by the way."

"Abby," the girl smiled, shaking the guy's hand and readjusting herself to get more comfortable on top of Ted. For the rest of the class, Ted would lay folded up beneath Abby, only able to listen as she and David occasionally flirted over the next couple hours, while Ted wondered just how long the class would last.