As you ponder your options in a rushed panic you hear the bell ring and whimper. you knew everyone would be heading towards classes now, which meant you couldn't sneak out of the locker room as everyone would see. worst of all that meant a class of girls would be coming in. you Know Mary didn't have Gym first period because you were both going to be study buddys in Chemestry, she wouldn't be here to save you.
the door burst open and you quickly buried yourself in gym skirts and t-shirts and tried to stay very quiet. you pushed a swimsuit from the swim team off your face as you listened to the chatter of 30 girls laughing and gossiping as they began to get changed. this was a nightmare, you could NOT get caught naked in the girls locker room. you suddenly heard a voice nearby "damn i forgot my gym clothes...again!" someone else giggled "your always forgetting Stacy. just grab some from the hamper"
your blood ran cold hearing that and you tried to wriggle deeper in. big mistake! as Stacy went to grab some off the top she saw the mass of clothes shift from your movement "...hey i think someone is hiding in here!" she cried out. the gossiping stopped and there was silence "...what?" another girl said, she sounded angry. before you could react the clothes were being thrown off you by all the girls swarming the hamper to find who was spying on them. you looked up at them naked and terrified, you covered your groin with your hands and stammered "i..i...i can explain" you tried to say weakly but they didn't seem to care. a dozen girls grabbed at you and pulled you up and out "eew gross little perv." "its that gooey kid" "he needs to be punished" you tried to struggle but all you managed to do was stretch out parts of your body "no, im not a perv i.." you were cut off as they suddenly threw you hard on the tiled floor, the impact flattening you face down.
suddenly feet, lots of feet were jumping and stomping down on you, grinding in semi circles as if they were stubbing out a cigarette butt as they all called you perv and yelled angry things. you were unable to protest your innocence as they stomped you into a pulpy goop on the floor. finally they stopped and went back to getting changed, leaving you as a smear of flesh tone gunk on the floor.
when all of them were changed ready for class, you felt someones nails picking at your edge and you slowly peeled up off the floor to see all the girls smirking at you. you had heard them talking about you, but had been too malformed and disorientated to focus on what they had said. "well you little perv...now for your punishment" you groaned mutely through your flat smear of lips. the stomping hadnt been your punishment?
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