Before you can make any difference, a vast shadow falls upon you. The shoeplaying cross-giantess was putting his foot back on the floor. All you could do is watch in horror as the sky turned into a descending field of worn beige leather and horrific pressure fell upon you, crushing you in a bloody smear.
Alex was finishing some reports for Mr. Hall. They were long, dull and tedious sending the young femboy into a near trance-like status. He typed, he typed and he typed.
CRUNCH!
A soft crunch under his left shoe caused him to jump and shriek.
"Oh my gosh! I just stepped on a bug! Gross!"
The other male interns just took this chance to admire Alex's ass, as blissfully unaware of the young mans true identity as he was of your presence.
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