This choice: You make it, but you're in the woman's bathroom by mistake! • Go Back...Chapter #8A Woman's Wrath by: Unknown You dashed blindly into the bathroom, not caring about anything except for getting away from Elise. She wouldn't dare chase you into the bathroom, as there would be far too many witnesses. It appeared that you had made it in safely, as no psychotic high school maids came charging in after you. You took a deep breath, letting yourself relax in the safety of the bathroom.
Looking around, you realized that there actually wasn't a single other person in the bathroom. It really was a good thing that Elise hadn't ran in after you, because no one would have been there to save you. You also noticed that there wasn't a single urinal, only stalls. That was odd, considering you were in the men's restroom, but you didn't let it bother you. You just entered the nearest stall and relieved yourself.
It only took a few minutes to finish relieving yourself, but while you were going you heard two people enter the restroom. Their voices were muffled, but it almost sounded like two women instead of two men. Unfortunately, your brain was still racing from the encounter with Elise, and you didn't put two and two together. You pushed out of the stall, and came face to face with the two people, who were indeed women. After all, you had stumbled into the female bathroom on accident.
“What the hell?” The first woman cried, taking several steps back from the stall you had exited from. She was wearing a long formal dress, that hugged her body nicely. She had curves in all of the right places, with a body not unlike that of your mothers. She appeared to be about thirty years old.
“It's a little kid!” The second woman growled. While the first woman was an average five feet (which was still huge to you), the second woman towered much higher, at an incredible six feet three inches. She was wearing a tight dress shirt and a rather revealing mini shirt that struggled to contain her incredibly hefty rear. She had one of the largest asses you had ever seen.
Without wasting a second, the second woman slapped you so hard across that face that you flew backwards and collapsed to the ground. You writhed around in agony, trying to shake off the pain. Your mouth had been crushed shut from the impact.
“Sandra!” The first woman whined. “He's just a little boy. Don't be so mean.”
“I was being nice, considering what he's done.” The second woman, Sandra huffed. “This little pervert was trying to look at innocent women naked! They start young now. Perverts I mean. You're far too nice Diana.”
“You probably hurt him, you big brute.” Diana pushed Sandra, but it was only meant as a friendly little shove. Sandra was caught off guard however, and she stumbled backwards. Her feet slipped out from under her, and she plummeted down. Her mini skirt flicked out, and you were helplessly crushed underneath her gigantic ass.
Your body couldn't offer any resistance, flatten almost instantly. Every inch of you was crushed flat like paper, hidden out of sight under Sandra's ass. All of Sandra's weight pressed down on you, keeping you trapped and unable to move or reform. What a terrible mess fate had thrown you into this time.
“OH MY GOD! SANDRA!” Diana practically screamed. “YOU KILL-” She was cut off by Sandra jumping to her feet and covering Diana's mouth with her hands.
“Shut up Diana. It was an accident, and you know it. How was I supposed to know he was going to just be...squashed...like that? Besides, I think he deserved it.” Sandra huffed. Meanwhile, you were still stuck to her butt, plastered like a sticker to her panties. Her mini skirt had fluttered back down, hiding you from sight.
“Wait...where is he?” Diana asked after calming down. The two women looked around for you, wondering where you had magically run off to. As Sandra bent down to check under the stalls, her mini skirt lifted up, and Diana spotted you. She peeled you off of Sandra's butt and held you in her hands.
“Don't grope my ass in public Diana!” Sandra exclaimed, but stopped upon seeing your crushed form in her friend's hands. She grabbed you from Diana and crumpled you up into a tiny ball, causing Diana to gasp in horror.
“What are you doing to him now Sandra?”
“I'm making him suffer.” Sandra grinned. “You see, his plan was to get sat on all along. You saw how he hugged at my ass. I mean, it is really nice, but that kind of perverted behavior is saved for the bedroom, not a public restroom. And it certainly isn't tolerated by some...toddler!”
“Can't we just let him go? Maybe he was in here by accident?” Diana said hopefully, but Sandra just scoffed.
“No Diana. This was no accident. This is a pervy kid here, and I have the perfect torture in mind for him. Since he likes women's asses so much, why doesn't he spend some quality time with one? Do you remember what color the seats were out in the restaurant Diana?”
“Uh...brown?”
“Close. They were tan, and just the right shade as this little guy here. I'm going to go out there and rub this guy onto a seat until he sticks. Once in place, he'll be helpless! All day he'll be crushed under beautiful women's butts, and maybe he'll even stick to a girl's ass. That'll be so funny!”
“I don't know Sandra.” Diana shook her head. “I think the poor guy deserves to be let go. But I suppose I can't stop you. Go ahead and do whatever you want, I need to pee. I'll be back out in a few minutes.” With that, Diana walked into a stall and locked the door behind her, sealing away your only chance of escape with it.
Sandra frowned at the stall her friend had entered. What was her deal? This pervert needed to be dealt with, and he deserved the worst punishment conceivable. If Diana liked him so much, maybe the little perv would be best suited on her seat. Diana would be tormenting the guy with her jiggly butt for hours, even more if he stuck to it. The best part was, Diana wouldn't even know.
Sandra couldn't fight back a smug smile. Maybe she would do that. She crushed you up into a ball and hid you in her palm. As she left the bathroom, she passed your own mother Trish, who was walking in to relieve herself. Unfortunately, your mother could do nothing to save you, having no idea you were in this stranger's hand.
Sandra walked back into the restaurant and observed all of the seat options that lay before her. It was almost too much to choose between. It actually took Sandra a full minute to reach a decision. Eventually, she walked up to a seat and rubbed you into the soft leather, making sure you were stuck tight. You blended right into the tan seat, barely noticeable. The question was, whose seat were you on?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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