You start to walk around the school and see a huge hallway. On the wall, it read 'Section 1-5 Students or Parents of may enter'. You went under the doorway in hopes to find help from someone. You searched the area for anybody that could help you, but stopped midway because you had the impression that eyes were being stared onto you, and sure enough, your senses were correct. It was a brown haired little girl that had the combined looks of being skinny and a little pudgy. She looked to be about eight years old. You had to escape somehow in order to evade danger. You darted quickly to climb a desk that hopefully shielded your presence, but it was no use. She picked you up with her thumb, pointer, and middle finger and sat you down at the desk she was at. You stood up for a brief second until the little girl knocked you over, pinned you down with her little pinkie finger, and applied pressure to your body.
Because of your small size, and the giant size and beauty of this eight year old girl, you started to get a hard on. It was also apparent that since you had no clothes on, this tied along with your hard on. You started to get more of a hard on as this titanic girl lightly pressed her pointer finger on you. You notice that her finger is probably the size of a battery to you, but smaller to me (and you in real life). You also noticed her almost ghostly pale fingers that had blue and purple sparkly colored nails on them that you saw from your left, and the finger that was on your chest and her fingernail near your neck. The little girl made sure no one was looking, and then whispered in a childish tone,
"Hey, I know exactly what to do with little, tiny bugs like you. They deserve to be pestered with, and killed, and I know just the thing to do with you."
This immediately scared the living shizzle out of you. You knew what little kids do with creatures your size. Or in this case, little girls. Because of their young minds, there were tons of things that could happen. You could be eaten as a meal, forever stuck with their butts in their waste, or smothered and stepped on under their smelly feet. It still shocked you how a little girl could be so condescending towards you. Or even yet.... bugs in actuality. That image creeped you out, yet turned you on for an odd reason. Eaten with a sandwich, wasted on, or crushed by their young feet. Since you were a bug, you could have had the time of your life! But chances of that were to be 50/50. You yelped in fear to her,
"No, wait! I'm a human being! Let me go! I'm too young to die!"
You tried to convince her that you were not a bug, but her "impressions" to do things with you took over her and was deemed to be useless.
What does she have planned for you?
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