You drop out of her butt and look around to see that you're in the girls bathroom. Missy is fixing her makeup, "hey little guy," she giggles, "thought you could get away huh? Naughty, naughty, I'm not done with you yet." She picks you up by your shirt and pulls back the waistband of her skirt and panties, "just so you don't get any smart ideas about escaping..." She drops you in, sealing you in darkness.
You're in the warm, humid, pantied butt-crack of this enormous cheerleader, a place, despite all your encounters with Missy, you've never been. It's pitch black, several feet of flesh between you and the outside world.
You try squirming your way out, and she responds with a giggle, "hey! That tickles! And while it does feel nice you may not like what happens when you tickle my butt..." And with that she lets out a powerful burst of gas on you. You squirm and wriggle more fiercely, trying to escape the smell, and your movements cause her to unleash a torrent of gas, knocking you out.
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