First day of School. Part one

Samantha walks briskly to the front doors of the school while I sink lower in between the cleavage. I'm not suffocating, but it's getting ridiculous. I am aware of how uncomfortable Samantha gets when I wiggle or squirm so I try my best not to be bothered by anything. The girl is already shy as it is, so I don't need to pile onto the awkward movement. And The rubbing is already bad enough as it is.

"Hey, Samantha!" One boy calls to her.

Samantha nearly jumps and I go jumping with her. "Jazz!" She squeals dashing to the boy.

They hug, crushing me in process. Gods, I'm getting flashbacks to the time Ashley tackled Samantha to the ground just to hug her best friend.

The two pull away and I can breathe again.

"It's good to see you, Samantha. How was your summer?" The boy, Jazz, asks. He sure does sound chirpy for a kid who is returning to school. "I heard from Ashley you got a tiny to keep you from dying of boredom."

"I did!" The chirpy tone must be contagious because Samantha is in a lighter mood herself. "She's a bit of a grump some times," I'm not going to deny that. "But she's really kind in her special way." I'm not going to deny that either.

"So where is the little thing? I'd like to see her." Says Jazz.

Every muscle in Samantha's body tenses up. "Maybe later during lunch. It depends on how she feels about it."

"Okay, cool! See ya around!" Jazz then walks away. I can hear his spanking new church shoes walking down the tiled hall. His mom probably begged him to get new ones.

She breathes a sigh of relief. "Too close."

I crawl back to the top above Samantha's breasts and call up the teen. "Who was that?"

"Hm? Oh, he's just another really good friend of mine." Samantha responds.

"Is he nice?" I call up again.

"Oh, yes! You could say he's a gentle giant."

Thats's a dumb pun if I have ever heard one, but it made me chuckle slightly. It's dumb, but it came from Samantha and that's why I liked it. I guess it goes to show how much control Samantha has over my heart.

"What? What are you laughing about now?" Samantha panics.

I quickly answer Samantha to calm her down. "Nothing, I just thought your pun was funny."

Samantha turns a corner and her heart rate shoots through the roof. I wonder why since I can't really see what's going on. She turns around and walks in the opposite direction. There must be a person or a group of people she doesn't want to talk to.

I call up to her once more to ask what's wrong. "What is it?"

"Just a group of people."

"Bullies?"

"No, gods, no. These kids can't make a normal conversation so bullying is physically impossible for them. It's just a couple of science kids who always ask me about my mom and what she's doing. They even spew stuff off that I don't know or don't understand." Samantha explains calmly.

"Oh... well that's not too bad," I tell myself. "It could be worse, I guess."

"I avoid them as best as I can." The giantess goes on. "They can be annoying."

That's understandable since these kids only come up to you and ask about your mom which can get obnoxious at times. I'd lose my cool and sock one of the nerds in the teeth if the group came up to me every day and spewed off some random crap that I didn't understand just to get the point across that I didn't want to be bothered. Samantha is too kind to be doing stuff like to other people.

"The first bell is going to ring soon." I should prepare myself for all the pushing, shoving, and yelling in the halls. "I'll be in homeroom before then though so there's no real need to worry."

I guess there's no need to prepare now since Samantha will be in class before then. SO WHY DID SHE PUT ME IN HER BRA!!

She takes several turns down the halls, going every which way until she comes to a stop.

"Mr. Chavez?" She calls out. That must be the teacher's name.

"Ah, Samantha. It's good to see you again." A thick husky voice responds. "Are you ready for advanced calculus this year?"

A chair scrapes against the floor and Samantha sits down as she gives her own response. "I don't think I'd be as ready if it weren't for you."

The man chuckles. "You're a sweet girl, Samantha."

Samantha lets out a fake light giggle. It's one of those awkward moments when you don't know what to say so you just laugh or chuckle to get out of the conversation.

The bell blares throughout the halls, forcing me to cover my ears. Chatter fills the halls as teens make their way to homeroom so the first day of school can get started. Some of that chatter seeps into the class as kids enter.

Samantha waits tensely, hoping someone she knows walks through those doors. Luckily someone does and she releases a heavy sigh of relief. "Thank gods."

"What's up, Samantha." A familiar redhead chirps. "It's been so long since I've last seen you. Oh, how you've grown." Cheekiness drips from Ashley's mouth as she speaks.

"Hey, Ashley," Samantha responds, ignoring her best friends teasing. "There's a seat next to me so you can take it."

Ashley takes her rightful seat next to her friend. "So where is she?"

"Who...? Oh, Caesar is in a safe... place right now." Samantha replies though she left a trail of clues behind to let Ashley guess where I am.

Squished between a pair of breasts and I'm starting to regret agreeing to this. Once you're on the roller coaster, you can't get off though.

"She's in your bra isn't she?" I can hear the smirk on Ashley's face.

Heat rises all over Samantha's body at a crazy rate. "Don't talk so loudly." The giantess shushes her friend harshly.

Ashley stifles a laugh while Samantha huffs and crosses her arms squishing me in the process.

Fatty skin overwhelms me and I'm sucked down deep between Samantha's breasts. I'm basically wedged between them, arms pinned to my sides, cheeks mashed on both sides of the fat skin walls, and my feet are barely dangling out from under me. Isn't that lovely image to put in your head. Great, we both can suffer together now.

"This... sucks." I wince. It could be worse.

The bell blares out a second time and the teacher settles his students down so he can get started.

"Hello, class! I'm Mr. Chavez for those of you who don't know me, I'm your homeroom teacher for the year. I'll be calling out roll so just raise a hand or answer 'here' when I call your name."

Roll call goes by smoothly and class begins with a few ice breakers after Mr. Chavez explains the rules of tinies. He sounded like a preacher when doing so. Talking about how he will not tolerate abuse or neglect of a tiny and the Student will be reported for their misbehavior. He will allow a tiny on the desk as long as the owner doesn't get distracted. One big rule that he brings up is to never leave a tiny unattended or on the floor.

"After introducing yourselves to the class, let's open the textbooks to page 44 and copy down the problems on a piece of paper. At the end of the class period, you will turn that paper in so I can see where everyone is at. Good luck." The teacher explains.

Gods, I hated math class back then and I hate math class now. It's so time-consuming and annoying just do one problem. Ugh and don't get me started on all the right angle and geometric stuff.

forty minutes of near perfect silence pass by and I think I'm close to losing my mind when the teacher announces to turn in the papers before the bell rings.

"What do you have next period?" Ashley asks.

"Anatomy," Samantha responds with much dread.

"When do you have art class?"

"It's fourth period, before lunch."

Ashley then groans. "So I have to wait for half the day to see Caesar again? That's bull-"

"I hope you're not ending that sentence with a foul word Miss, Marten." Mr. Chavez cuts in.

"No sir, I'd never."

Samantha snorts and the bell rings. Everyone pushes past each other to get out the door.

I get jostled around as Samantha makes her way through the sea of people. Now I see why she'd want me in a better spot than her breast pocket. Who knows what would happen if I actually stayed in that pocket.

"See you at lunch, Samantha!" Ashley says then she leans in and whispers something that makes Samantha heat up to a fiery blush. I should know since I've been with her for so long and it's not hard to make the girl blush anyway and knowing Ashley, she definitely made Samantha get all blushy and embarrassed.

I crane my neck and yell up at Samantha. "What did she say?"

But Samantha doesn't reply. She probably can't hear me over all the walking and talking. Or she might be too concentrated on getting to her next class to hear me.

She walks into a quiet room and makes her way to a seat, but it takes some time for her to find one. She finally sits down, slipping her off her pack and pulling something out.

"Anatomy is an easy class. I heard the teacher gives out free hundreds for students who try at least." Samantha whispers. "I could probably take you out but the class is full of jerkwads that can screw some things up and you're not going to be one of them."

It's good to know that Samantha is protecting me from idiot classmates, but what about the other tinies that don't have as caring owners.

"Hey, Samantha!" I call up.

"Hm?"

"Have you seen any tinies?"

"I've seen one. A teenage boy with a tiny man."

Tinies seem to be getting more and more rare so I've heard. Maybe some states have finally come to their senses to protect tinies for once, making it harder to buy a small human or the tinies are leaving the states to Canada, England, or Japan to escape captivity. Whatever the reason, I'm just glad some idiots don't own one and can't buy one.

"We have two hours until lunch after this class, then you can stretch your legs and what not during lunch," Samantha whispers giving me a heads up.

Lovely.