You run down the hallway as fast as your little legs can carry you. You hope that you can find Mary before someone you don’t want to meet finds you first. In your mad dash, you don’t notice the girl leaning against the wall as soon as you turn a corner. You try to halt, but your momentum carries you forward, and you slam face first into her yoga pants clad ass.
Your face instantly flattened by the force of your crash, and your papery head sticks to her large butt. The girl let out a scream, and looked over her shoulder to see what had hit her in the butt. Expecting to see some dirty pervert, her scowl changes into a grin as she recognizes you.
“Oh hey there squishy!” Her familiar voice taunts. “You’re just the nothing I wanted to see today.” You immediately know who you ran into, and instantly hate your life. Out of every girl in the school, Gwendolyn was easily one of the worst, by far. She was never above torturing you at any opportunity, and it was one of her favorite things to do.
In some ways, she was even worse than Gary. In fact, Gwen didn’t even considered you to be a person. She merely saw you as an object that she could derive pleasure from. You hadn’t had many experiences with her in the past, something you were very thankful for, but the experiences you did have had all been horrendous.
Without giving you a chance to run away, Gwen let herself fall backwards onto the floor. Her titanic ass worked its way down the rest of your body, crushing you flat like a slinky. By the time she had totally sat down on the floor, you were nothing but a sticker on her butt.
She stood back up with a terrifying laugh, and peeled you off of her butt. She molded you into a small ball, and hid you in her fist as she walked away. You had no idea where she was taking you, but you knew that it couldn’t be good.
“I’ve missed you so much squishy.” Gwen cooed, stroking your tiny form. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed abusing you. Really, it never gets old. And now that you’re mine again, I don’t think I’ll ever let go. Ever.” Gwen smiled a sadistic smile down at you as she stepped into the girl’s bathroom and closed the door behind her.
Once inside, she set your ball like form down on the counter, and examined you thoughtfully.
“Hm…now what do I want to do with you toy?” She asked, to no one in particular. “I could always turn you into some kind of clothing. Oh! Like a thong! Would you like that? To be turned into a thong and be rubbed between my sweaty butt cheeks all day, constantly trapped in my big ass. I bet you would like that.”
“Or…maybe I could turn you into a pasty. That would be hilarious, wouldn’t it? All day every day you would be stuck to my nipple, jiggled around with my giant breasts wherever I go. Constantly crushed against my boob by my tight bras. That sounds exciting, doesn’t it?”
“Although…I could always keep things kinky. I like kinky, as you are well aware. I’m sure with a bit of work, you would make the perfect dildo, don’t you? And I’m sure you would just die to be used by me every night, always enjoying the warmth and moistness of my womanhood. That sounds really hot.”
“Wow!” Gwen laughed. “These are all such great choices, I hardly know which one to choose! But, I think I’ll turn you into a…”
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