You find yourself on Mary's desk in a classroom. However it appears to be lunch time and the person who took you out of the bag wasn't Mary, it was Melissa, the blonde bombshell of a bully. Her two cheerleading friends were holding Mary's arms as she struggled "give me back my bag Melissa!" She said angrily, glancing at your jar nervously. By now you were no longer liquid but you were still a featureless gummy glob filling the jar. Melissa just smirked looking your jar over before putting it down on the desk next to other things from the bag.
"In a minute once I find something I want to keep" she said emptying Mary's bag. Melissa was a true first class bitch and you had once stupidly told her that the last time she picked on your girlfriend. That macho moment had ended with you being crushed under her heel and thrown into the school cafeteria as everyone milled around. You had spent the rest of the day stuck like gum underfoot of some goth girl with big heavy boots.
Melissa glanced at Mary and saw her looking at your jar, she glanced down at you and connected the dots "this is your little gummy twerp of a boy toy isn't it" she said, Mary instantly went bright red and stuttered "n..no he..he stayed home today" your girlfriend was a useless liar and Melissa knew it. She scooped up the jar "oh well in that case you won't mind me keeping it! Go stuff her in the third floor lockers girls!" She said laughing. They all knew the third floor was closed for maintenance at the moment, the only person who went up there was the janitor.
You watched helplessly as they dragged your girlfriend off to most likely spend the rest of the day stuck in a locker until the night cleaner heard her cries and Melissa lifted the jar up to her face "hi there Jack, how nice of Mary to package you up all ready to be my toy!" She said slowly unscrewing the lid.
Her fingers reached in and pinched at your gummy form, pulling you out with a pop and held your quivering glob on the palm of her hand "hmm what to do with you. I hear gummy material is super comfortable, maybe you can be my new bra. Ooh or maybe I'll tuck you under my foot and enjoy the comfort of a gummy insole, who knows, maybe I'll buy another to keep you company and complete the set." She said with dark glee. All you could do was quiver in her hand and await your fate at her finely manicured hands...
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