After a few more minutes of thinking, you finally remembered that you had gym class today. Letting out a loud sigh, you slowly trudged down the hallway, dreading what was surely about to happen. It didn’t take you too long to get to the female locker room, and you slipped inside, under the legs of someone else opening the door.
Your locker was way in the back of the locker room, tucked away at the bottom of a column of lockers in the corner of the room. You headed off in the direction, keeping a watchful eye out on your surroundings. In every direction, towering and curvaceous girls in various stages of undress chatted and laughed, paying no mind to your foot-tall form walking by them.
Suddenly, something fell down on top of your head, pushing you to the floor. As your face smacked against the cold tile floor, you felt a heavy load of fabric pushing down on you. In reality, an oblivious girl standing above you had dropped the blouse and booty shorts she had just taken off right onto you.
Still unaware, the girl picked the discarded clothes, and you, up, and dumped them into her locker. Thankfully, your fate was spared, as the girl’s attention was caught by her friend showing her a cute picture she had just received. As the girls giggled, you pushed through the discarded clothes and toppled out of her locker, falling to the floor and landed with a hard splat.
The girl shut her locker, still engaged in conversation with her friend, and left the locker room, stepped onto your legs as she left. Your legs were squashed under her foot as the girl left, and you swore under your breath as you began peeling your feet free from the tile floor.
Just then, you heard a loud whistle blow, and you realized that class was about to start. Following the cue, every single girl in the locker room either dropped what they were doing, or quickly finished getting dressed, and began piling towards the exit of the locker room. Unfortunately, you were directly in their path, and there wasn’t a thing you could do about it.
The first girl to approach had her attention directed fully ahead, and your feeble cries for help were drowned out by the loud chatting of everyone in the locker room. Her sharp cleats slammed down onto you, squashing your poor body flat to the floor. As she stepped off of you, the pain and pressure were immediately replaced by the second girl in line, who was just as oblivious as the first.
This continued for three whole minutes as the girls filed out of the locker room. Over thirty girls stomped on you, taking turns crushing your body, tearing your clothes to shreds, and mangling your facial features. Eventually, a few girls did happen to glance at the floor, but by that point, you looked more like a crumpled sticker than a human being. Each girl remained blissfully unaware of the torment they had put you through.
Eventually, every girl had left the locker room, and you were alone. In the unsettling silence, you slowly reformed over the course of a few minutes. Naked and bruised, you shuffled over to your locker where your gym clothes were. Drying a few tears, you changed into your gym clothes, and then ran back to the exit.
Thankfully, the exit door was slightly propped open, allowing you to slip out into the hallway. A few more steps took you into the gym, where your class of thirty attractive girls were lined up in front of the teacher, Miss Woodcrest. Miss Woodcrest was taking attendance, and was soon going to get to where you were supposed to be. Pumping your tiny legs, you rushed to get into your spot before you were marked as late. There was no way you wanted to suffer Miss Woodcrest’s wrath.
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