This choice: As well as it could have, Derek makes it back intact • Go Back...Chapter #7Soccer practice plus a new competition by: Tisch   *STOMP*
*SLIP*
*SMUSH*
Derek was feeling the full force of Bri's weight as she pounded him under her foot during soccer practice. The only noises he would make would be grunts and moans as the girl's socked appendage stomped on him while running. The little guy had nothing to say, knowing that in the end it wouldn't be heard. Instead, he focused his energy into surviving.
Meanwhile, Bri was performing exceptionally. Having scored two goals in just the first seven minutes of a scrimmage, her teammates, the coach, and Bri herself were all pleasantly surprised. A few moments after Bri scored her second goal, the coach called a timeout for all the players to get a water break. She walked over to the girl and applauded her. "Bri, you're doing amazing! I'm so happy to see one of our better players getting out of your slump. Outstanding job." Bri blushed and smiled, wiping off her sweat with a rag. "Thanks, coach. I was really disappointed with how the last match went, so I thought putting in some extra effort here would pay off," the girl answered. Her coach smiled and gave her a pat on the shoulder. "I'm proud of you, keep it up." Now filled with joy, Bri returned her attention to Derek. "Oh, I hope you're managing in there, little guy," she said. Bri twisted her cleat and scrunched her foot.
*SQUISH*
"*sputter* Ew!" Derek screamed. The now soggy sock of the soccer player made its way into his mouth, forcing him to taste the product of Bri's success. Sweaty sock was not one of Derek's favorite flavors. He wanted to fight out of the predicament he was in, but there was little chance with how battered he was. Regardless, Derek was at least proud of himself for lasting this long. Still, he had no idea how much more he could take. A few moments later, Bri returned to her scrimmage.
*POUND*
*CRUNCH*
*TWIST*
Derek lasted until about the halfway point of the match before succumbing to the bruising the giant girl's foot gave him. He finally was knocked out after Bri made an especially hard pivot, her foot planting in the ground and pressing as hard as ever down on the little guy. He would wake up an hour later.
"Oh, hey, Mr. Bates," a gentle voice spoke. "Glad to see you're doing okay." Derek shook his head as he opened his eyes, a pounding headache the first thing he could register. "What the hell?" he moaned. Derek immediately looked up and saw the smiling face of Bri. "Again, I'm really sorry for having given you so much trouble. If it makes you feel any better, you really did help me! I scored a total of four goals, which is incredible. All my teammates and my coach were talking about me. Thank you." Derek sorely sat up. He paused when he fully took in Bri, who was wearing only her sports bra and underwear. Derek looked away as soon as he could. "Hey, no problem. I would just appreciate no longer being a tool- ah, you know, could you put on some clothes please?" he asked. Bri laughed. "Well, sure. Although I thought this would be okay, considering I had you in my bra for most of the day." Derek didn't want to take any chances. "Well, that's another issue that you and I will need to talk about. Anyways, we should-"
"Oh, you know, Brittany wants you. She has a tennis match today and if you could do for her what you did for me, she would be really happy," Bri interrupted. "What?" Derek called. He turned to find the pudgy, black-haired student crouching near him. "Whoa! When the heck did you get here?" he cried. Brittany laughed. "Don't worry, I literally just got here. I haven't been watching you this whole time. Anyways, let's go." She picked Derek up and squeezed him in her hand. "Huh, you really are quite durable. This should be great!" Derek shook his head. "No, no more. I had more than enough with Bri's soccer practice, I would appreciate a break. Plus, this is completely inappropriate! I'm a staff member, not a plaything," he said. Brittany raised her eyebrow. "Who's only, like, three inches tall and sitting in my hand right now? You. So don't mouth off to me. Anyways, I have somewhere else to put you. Bri said it worked out in her shoe, but I won't be running a million miles chasing a big soccer ball. I just need a little boost in the feeling department." The girl spun Derek around. In front of him was a black skirt. "I don't understand, what are you trying to do here?" he asked. Brittany giggled as she lifted up her skirt to reveal matching black panties. She then pulled those back and held Derek over the back. He started to panic as the massive ass of Brittany's waited patiently to swallow him up.
"Oh, sorry ahead of schedule," Brittany said. "I'm already a bit sweaty down there. It'll get worse, though. Have fun!" She then dropped Derek, who screamed as he bounced off the girl's large, white right cheek. He instinctively grabbed onto the edge of Brittany's panties. She giggled and grabbed him again, this time shoving him into her butt. "Ah, that's better," the girl muttered. She put her panties back into place and dropped her skirt back down. Brittany left shortly thereafter to go down to the tennis courts. Derek, meanwhile, was already struggling in the slightly chubby girl's sweaty cheeks.
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