Paper weights
My name is Jill Tiny
chapter 13
by
copier
· original author:
Gii
After Tyler had spanked Jill to the principal's satisfaction, she scooped both of them up and began to march down the hall. Jill was still crying and her bottom was sore, but what was worse was the fear of what was coming next. The principal took them to the gym where a huge man was standing looking at a clipboard. The man, who the principal simply addressed as "coach" heard the principal's highly skewed side of the day's events and was handed Jill and Tyler.
"Alright," Coach said. The team will be out in a few minutes. Jill looked around the room from Coach's hand. There were mats lying on the floor. "She couldn't have put us in here," Jill thought.
"Um..., sir..." Jill asked nervously. "Wh..what class is this?"
"This is the girl's wrestling team," the coach said. "The principal wants us to work with you to keep you out of trouble." Jill could feel the vibrations of ten girls emerging from the locker room in wrestling gear, ready to go. She felt as if she were going to faint. One of those girls could easily kill her. Coach put Tyler in a wrestling circle and then turned to the girls. "Melissa! Front and center!" He ordered in a very military fashion. Melissa stepped into the ring and analyzed Tyler. She was a muscular girl, about seventeen years old, with fairly large breasts and a stern face that was complemented by black hair.
Melissa looked at the coach. "You're kidding, right?" She asked. Tyler, in addition to being eight inches tall and naked was now trembling with fright at the sight of the huge girl in front of him.
"The principal said they needed discipline and they wanted us to give it to them," coach said. "Begin the match!"
Melissa reached down and picked up Tyler with one hand. She brought him to eye level and examined him. "He's not even featherweight," she said. Then she smiled. "He's not even paperweight!" She knelt down and pinned Tyler to the mat with her hand. She was careful not to hurt him, but the humiliation and fear caused Tyler to cry as he was held down. Coach blew his whistle after about twenty seconds. "That's enough," he said. "Melissa, keep him for now. Ashley, front and center!"
A chunky girl approached the mat as Coach put Jill down on it. Jill looked up in horror at the smiling girl who looked down at her. "Fight!" Coach bellowed. Melissa had picked up Tyler fairly gently. Not so with Ashley. She grabbed Jill in her fist and squeezed until the tiny girl let out a cry of pain. "This reminds me of the stuff I used to do to my Barbies," Ashley said. She tossed Jill against her formidable chest, which the tiny girl bounced off of helplessly. Before she could fall though, Ashley caught her with her arm and began to squeeze Jill against her bosom. Jill's face turned purple from the pressure, which was eventually released.
Jill's relief was short lived as Ashley put Jill's face into her crotch and brought her thighs together, squeezing Jill helplessly. Jill could feel her legs and torso pinned against Ashley's body as she struggled for air in between layers of Ashley's flabby body. Finally, Ashley lay down on the mat, pinning Jill's legs under her body as Jill's torso emerged between her legs, staring up at her crotch and butt. Jill began to cry loudly at the pain and humiliation she had to endure. Coach blew his whistle. "Jill, stay on the mat!" he ordered. "Bianca, front and center!"
"Alright," Coach said. The team will be out in a few minutes. Jill looked around the room from Coach's hand. There were mats lying on the floor. "She couldn't have put us in here," Jill thought.
"Um..., sir..." Jill asked nervously. "Wh..what class is this?"
"This is the girl's wrestling team," the coach said. "The principal wants us to work with you to keep you out of trouble." Jill could feel the vibrations of ten girls emerging from the locker room in wrestling gear, ready to go. She felt as if she were going to faint. One of those girls could easily kill her. Coach put Tyler in a wrestling circle and then turned to the girls. "Melissa! Front and center!" He ordered in a very military fashion. Melissa stepped into the ring and analyzed Tyler. She was a muscular girl, about seventeen years old, with fairly large breasts and a stern face that was complemented by black hair.
Melissa looked at the coach. "You're kidding, right?" She asked. Tyler, in addition to being eight inches tall and naked was now trembling with fright at the sight of the huge girl in front of him.
"The principal said they needed discipline and they wanted us to give it to them," coach said. "Begin the match!"
Melissa reached down and picked up Tyler with one hand. She brought him to eye level and examined him. "He's not even featherweight," she said. Then she smiled. "He's not even paperweight!" She knelt down and pinned Tyler to the mat with her hand. She was careful not to hurt him, but the humiliation and fear caused Tyler to cry as he was held down. Coach blew his whistle after about twenty seconds. "That's enough," he said. "Melissa, keep him for now. Ashley, front and center!"
A chunky girl approached the mat as Coach put Jill down on it. Jill looked up in horror at the smiling girl who looked down at her. "Fight!" Coach bellowed. Melissa had picked up Tyler fairly gently. Not so with Ashley. She grabbed Jill in her fist and squeezed until the tiny girl let out a cry of pain. "This reminds me of the stuff I used to do to my Barbies," Ashley said. She tossed Jill against her formidable chest, which the tiny girl bounced off of helplessly. Before she could fall though, Ashley caught her with her arm and began to squeeze Jill against her bosom. Jill's face turned purple from the pressure, which was eventually released.
Jill's relief was short lived as Ashley put Jill's face into her crotch and brought her thighs together, squeezing Jill helplessly. Jill could feel her legs and torso pinned against Ashley's body as she struggled for air in between layers of Ashley's flabby body. Finally, Ashley lay down on the mat, pinning Jill's legs under her body as Jill's torso emerged between her legs, staring up at her crotch and butt. Jill began to cry loudly at the pain and humiliation she had to endure. Coach blew his whistle. "Jill, stay on the mat!" he ordered. "Bianca, front and center!"
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