Holly was filling out the worksheet on times-four facts that the teacher, when she felt the urge to move. It felt like something was tickling her butt! She leaned on the ticklish cheek a little, and fidgeted in her chair, unknowingly grinding you underneath her butt. As she twists in her chair, she feels something pop, giving way in her chair. This thing, of course, is your leg, crushed to a pulp beneath her soft ass cheek. Looking down at it, all you can see is your hip disappearing under her thigh, and a puddle of pulverized flesh and blood. As she was wearing a rather short skirt, the girl could feel your warm, gooey, squashed leg smear on her butt. She let out a small yelp of disgust before jumping up out of her seat. The teacher paid little mind; she knew Holly had a problem with sitting still, and she hadn't really disrupted the class yet.
As she hopped out of her seat, you were treated to a seat's eye view of her ass. Her skirt did nothing to hide her panties at this angle. They were light pink, with a hot pink trim. Her butt was already starting to develop, somehow, making her cheeks seem quite round and full, especially from below, and even more so at your size. Even just standing up, you can see how soft her ass is, as it began wobbling with a life of its own the second it was freed from her bodyweight. What was left of your leg was smeared on her left cheek, leaving a dark stain, with a few shards of bone in the mix, and staining her panties a little. A small amount of the viscera remained on the chair, causing you to feel a little faint. However, the weight of the girl's butt was so much that what might have a been a rapidly fatal wound closed, sealed practically shut by the pressure. The girl looked back and down at her chair, wiping your annihilated leg off her ass cheek. The first thing she noticed was the reddish stain on her chair, and then on her hand.
"Ewwwwwww..." she moaned, "I sat on something..." No one around heard her, as everyone else was working intently on their math skills. Soon after, however, she noticed you next to the stain, staring up in awe, yet also curled up in pain. "A little bug boy!" She whispered excitedly. "Don't worry little guy, I'll play with you!" She quickly scooped you up out of her seat, causing you to lose your lunch from the G-forces. "Gross, buggy! You threw up on me! I have to punish you for that." A scheming smile slowly played across her cute, youthful face. Clutching you tightly in her hand, she plodded over to the teacher. "Ms. Bibi, I need to go to the bathroom." The teacher said okay, and the girl made her way out of the classroom and into the restroom nearby. When she walked in, she checked to make sure it was empty, and then ran into the biggest stall at the back of the bathroom, closing and locking the door.
Once in there, she set you down on the seat of the toilet. "Okay tiny man for your punishment I'm going to give you a choice: I can put you in my buttcrack and fart on you all day, so you know how gross it was when you threw up on me, or I can put you on my chair again, since you seemed to like being sat on before." You continue to stare up in awe, the seat's eye view still captivating most of your attention. "Well, buggy, you need to make your choice: Jump in my hand so I can take you back to my seat, or wait there for a little and I'll put you in my butt!" The nub where your leg once was was still throbbing a little, but it was nothing compared to the overactivity going on in your brain, all 100 billion neurons seemingly firing off simultaneously.
Smell or Die.
Make your choice.
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