Kim decides you’ll be fine where you are
Tiny Life Guard
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
aif13
“Actually, you can have him.” Kim says. Your captor smiles. “Do you know him?” The woman asks. Kim comes up with a devilish idea. “He’s my ex, actually. He cheated on me with multiple women behind my back.”
“Oh, you poor thing!” The woman says sympathetically. She then looks down and stomps you a few times, grinding you like a cigarette after the last stomp. You’ve barely even had a look at this woman and she was squishing you into paste. “This is what you deserve.” She says venomously. Kim was starting to like this woman.
“What’s your name?” Kim asks. “Katie.” The woman responded. Suddenly a lightbulb lights up in your head. You recognize this woman’s voice. She was your young algebra teacher in 11th grade, Ms. Page.
Your memory shot back to detention with Ms. Page, which she gave to you a bit too often. For the most part she would sit on you as she graded assignments, but she would occasionally let you off early in exchange for a foot rub. Despite the squashing and humility, you still had a bit of a crush on her. If anything, it made her hotter.
The girls exchanged information and went their separate ways. Ms. Page’s foot squished you over and over again, but she eventually took a break and let one leg dangle over her other as she sat. This gave you the chance to reform. Soon, you popped off your former instructor’s sole, but where are you?
“Oh, you poor thing!” The woman says sympathetically. She then looks down and stomps you a few times, grinding you like a cigarette after the last stomp. You’ve barely even had a look at this woman and she was squishing you into paste. “This is what you deserve.” She says venomously. Kim was starting to like this woman.
“What’s your name?” Kim asks. “Katie.” The woman responded. Suddenly a lightbulb lights up in your head. You recognize this woman’s voice. She was your young algebra teacher in 11th grade, Ms. Page.
Your memory shot back to detention with Ms. Page, which she gave to you a bit too often. For the most part she would sit on you as she graded assignments, but she would occasionally let you off early in exchange for a foot rub. Despite the squashing and humility, you still had a bit of a crush on her. If anything, it made her hotter.
The girls exchanged information and went their separate ways. Ms. Page’s foot squished you over and over again, but she eventually took a break and let one leg dangle over her other as she sat. This gave you the chance to reform. Soon, you popped off your former instructor’s sole, but where are you?
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