The Student Floor

[Tramplemeelmo]

Sup folks. I have been working on a story called The Student Floor about a wimp in college that gets beat up and trampled by the popular girls. I should be finished in a few days. I think it is a good story plot what do you think?

[ConnorKatyFeet]

You haven't mentioned a plot as such, but I'm nitpicking.

To be honest, there are far two many stories about college girls trampling, but if you can write well, go for it!

[mickeybb]

College girl trample sounds great to me. If you want suggestions, I personally prefer barefoot or socks. Groin trampling would be great too!

[stepped on]

sound ,s great with shoes please

[chicagofeet]

We don't want to influence your work. Continue on with diligence and determination. Sacrafice the needs of your loved ones until it's completion.

Then, after hours and hours of rewrites... we will skim it, declare it to be great or suck... and just a quickly click on the next link, only to await your next effort. Se la vi.

[strawberry]

he mean c'est la vie

[Moonboy]

We don't want to influence your work. Continue on with diligence and determination. Sacrafice the needs of your loved ones until it's completion.

Then, after hours and hours of rewrites... we will skim it, declare it to be great or suck... and just a quickly click on the next link, only to await your next effort. Se la vi.

Yes and also be prepared for it to be read by 5000 people and not one of them/ us posts a response and then 10,000 people and one whole response or maybe two thereby giving you great motivation to bother writing another story. Not that I relate or anything. Or, excuse the sarcasm because this event is understandable here but post it under a female name. That will probably guarantee 20 responses though the motive will have nothing to do with the story. Or dole it out a paragraph at a time and no more until you get x number of responses. That will tell you whether people rally liked it or not.

[chicagofeet]

Yep. Thanks.

[manager]

:beer: sounds great can't wait to read it

[redscorpian001]

It’s a plot that’s been done before, but if it’s done well I think we will be fine with it. We all have different preferences on the types of stories we like. Just keep the content coming. Moonboy is right, we definitely do not comment enough after when stories are posted. I am totally guilty of this. I will make sure I make post when I read content and maybe one day I will put together a decent story worth reading for people’s enjoyment. I love seeing what angle people’s story take. If the author asks for input, that’s cool. I’ll try to recommend something general for inspiration. Otherwise, I will just enjoy the ride. Thank you to everyone who posts a story. You ARE appreciated.

[groundview]

All original stories are most welcome and it's true that you will get lot's of read hits but few responses. Think of this as English 101 until your first screenplay gets published!

[chicagofeet]

And here it is....

[turbs]

bring it on! Can't wait, always up for a great story, regardless if the plot is overdone or not.

[Tramplemeelmo]

Hope you like it....

The Student Floor

It’s been a great summer. Now we are back to College and there are so many new faces I have never seen before are in my new class. It’s so hard to make new friends and to say good bye to the old friends. I look in front of me and notice a very beautiful long brown haired woman with a light blue top and a navy blue skirt with matching pantyhose and blue and white flats sitting in the desk in front of me. I could smell her perfume it was intoxicating. I imagined all sort of things I would do with this girl so many in fact made it hard for me to concentrate on what the teacher was instructing us to do. 30 mins went by and we were doing a pre quiz and I noticed she dropped her pencil on the floor. It was just under her chair. She was trying to reach it without bending over. She took her nylon foot out of her flat and tapped around on the floor under her chair trying to feel for the pencil. I watched memorized wishing I was a part of this…. She touched the end of her pencil with her little toe and dragged it closer to pick up with her toes and after curling her nylon cladded toes around the pencil she lifted her leg pencil and all to rest on her other knee and she reached forward and retrieved the pencil from her toes. Wow what a talent! What else can she do with those toes? I thought. I noticed I was very excited after this activity. When school ended I walked slowly out the door trying to catch a glance at her face to see if she would notice me and say hi. She did not. She met with her girlfriends and they wandered down the hall to their lockers and gossiped and gawked at the other guys in the hallways. I left for home, thinking about the things she did and her perfume still in memory. The next day she wore jeans and a sweater and that same perfume. Her hair was tied back and she was wearing white running shoes. We had lots to work on so I didn’t get much chance to look at her today. But I did ask her for a pencil and low and behold, she gave me the one that she was playing with her feet yesterday. I waited until no one was looking and I licked the entire pencil from eraser to tip and sucked on it until it was soaking wet and dried it off with my shirt before using it. I could almost smell the foot smell coming off the pencil and wished I was that pencil when she was playing with it with her foot yesterday before coming back to reality when class ended. I went to give her the pencil back and she said no you keep it hon. I smiled and said thank you. I had the pencil in my mouth the whole way home that night. Well at least she talked to me I thought. The next day she was standing at her locker when I walked by her. I smiled and said hi. She said hi back. I said to her I still have your pencil. Works great. I realized afterwards what I had said sounded kind of dorky and put my head down and walked away fast hoping no further comments were to be made on my mistake. She said good, maybe my rubbing it with my feet made it last longer. I blushed and turned saying yah maybe you have lucky feet! During class I couldn’t take my eyes off her hair. She was wearing a patterned dress today with black heels and no hosiery. In fact just bare foot in those pumps. She cross her legs under the chair and slipped her heel in and out of her shoe. Almost teasing me to watch them. I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. Finally the shoe movement stopped and I looked up only to notice her looking at me watching her shoes. Something you like? She whispered. I nudged my shoulders saying uh well no not really. Just day dreaming I guess I whispered back. They are brand new, size 7. Picked them up last night at the mall with about 6 extra pairs of shoes. If you like, you can come over tonight after school and I’ll model them for you. But you have to do something for me first. What’s that? I asked her… Go Fuck yourself you disgusting perv! She turned back around in disgust of me. I rolled my eyes up and sat back in my chair. I fell for it again… a pretty face. A beautiful girl talks to me and right away I think I’m beginning to be cool only to get the self realization that I’m still a piece of shit in the eyes of beautiful women. When will I learn? I didn’t even look at her for the rest of the period. When class was over I was the first one out into the hall way. I wanted to get out of this school as fast as I could before she could get one more glance at me with that look of disgust. That hurt too much to re live. I left through the back door of the school and on to the football field where the team was already practicing. In the crowd was her and her friends. She gave me an evil look and whispered to her friends when they all turned to look at me. Great now they all think I’m a perv. I don’t even know her name and already I’m mud in her view. I walked home. It was the longest walk ever. I really liked this girl. I dreamt about her that night that we were at a bar dancing and I took her home and made out with her all night. Yes of course the boner in the morning as usual. This day it was raining on the way to school. I was running to get to school and seen the girls including that one that hates me walking with a couple of umbrella’s over their heads. I thought I would run passed them hoping they don’t notice me when I leaped over a puddle and slipped and fell right into it landing on my back. I was soaked. I could hear giggling in the distance. I lay there completely humiliated and embarrassed as they came closer. Hey loser nice dismount. They said to me. I smiled and was about to sit up when that girl said to me hey stop it to the other 2 girls. Can’t you see he is trying to tell us something? I lay there still thinking there is hope for me and this girl. He wants to be our floor to keep our shoes dry! Isn’t that nice? They all giggled as she stepped up on top of my stomach and wiped her shoes off on me as I grimaced beneath her in pain. She waited there for a min for the heels to sink into my coat before walking sideways up to my chest and stepped on my face pushing it into the puddle under water before stepping off of me and on to the dry patch of ground heading towards the school doors. The other two girls followed slowly stepping on my legs stomach chest and head and walked off of me. I lay there for the rest of the school kids in the yard to laugh at the way these three girls treated me as I picked myself up and stood up out of the puddle soaked from head to toe and walked into the school. I was a mess. Everyone was looking at me. One of the teachers grabbed me by the arm and escorted me into the teachers lounge. What the hell do you think you’re doing?, Mrs. Smith asked. I fell I said. I can see that she said. But why did you let those girls walk all over you? I said I don’t know. I guess because I wanted them to like me. Well they don’t she said. I know that now. You’re just a piece of crap to them. Don’t you know if you let them continue to walk all over you they will be walking all over you for the rest of your life if you don’t fix this? Is that what you want? Women walking all over you making you feel like a piece of crap? I thought about that for a moment. It didn’t sound quite as bad as she put it. I thought. There is ole school uniform in that closet there go into the teacher’s washroom there and change into that you’ll catch cold young man. Yes Mamme, I said to her. I grabbed the clothes and quickly sauntered into the washroom thinking about what Mrs. Smith said. When I came out of the washroom, all three girls plus Mrs. Smith was standing inside the teachers lounge all talking about me. I thought Mrs. Smith was lecturing them how to treat people with respect instead of treating people like me like dirt under their shoe but instead Mrs. Smith told me that I must stay here with all three of these girls and work this problem out. She left the room and locked the door behind her. Well well well. Isn’t that our floor? The girl I liked asked her friends. Yes indeed it is him isn’t it? Yep. Well floor, Mrs. Smith wants us to work this out how do you feel about that floor? I um I’m not sure what to do here. Can I say I’m sorry. Sure you can but we don’t accept that do we girls? Nope. Sorry doesn’t cut slack here. You want to have sex with me don’t you floor perv? No no I said. She walked over to me. You mean if I said I want to do you right now you would refuse me? I said well no I wouldn’t do that. But but. Well lets see…. She takes her top off and drops it on the floor and then unfastens her jeans and drops them down to her ankles. She steps out of them. She was so beautiful standing there now naked in front of me. My name is Tammy she said. Do you like what you see? I gulped and began to sweat. Yyyah um yes I do. Tammy. You are very beautiful. She stepped back laughing. You see? He isn’t gay, he is just confused. All floors are confused at some point Aren’t you floor? I’m not a floor I said. She turned back and faced me putting her face right in front of mine. She stuck out her tongue and licked my lip and kissed me gently, I closed my eyes and felt weak in the knees. Do you see my breasts? Yes I said, Do you want to touch them? Yes I said, You want to lay down don’t you floor? No I said, she said do you see my breasts? Yes I said, you want to touch them? Yes I said you want to lay down don’t you floor? I said I um yes. I dropped to my knees in front of her and she pushed me over on to my back. She stepped slowly on to my stomach and walked slowly on to my chest. See? You do want to be my floor don’t you? I grimaced and grunted out no I don’t. She looked down and said but you’re so good at it isn’t he girls? Yes he is they said. And look at the benefits of being my floor. You get to look at my crotch all the time your beneath me. Isn’t that a good thing? Yes I said grunting. And you get to have my attention feel my body on top of you and maybe if you’re a good floor, I might even let you touch me or kiss me or even … Lick me somewhere on my body. What do you think about that? I grunted out I would like that very much. Then it is settled isn’t it? You are my floor. Right? Yes I am your floor. Good boy! And you are my friend’s floor too right? Yes I am you and your friend’s floor. For the rest of your life right? Yes I grunted for the rest of my life. See we worked it out didn’t we girls? They all giggled and said yes we sure did. Good. She walked over my chest over my face and stepped off of me. Hand me my clothes Mr. Floor. I rolled over on to my side and picked up her clothes and handed them to her. Thank you she said. She took out a piece of paper from her purse and wrote her address and cell phone number on it. Call this number tonight at 9pm Ok floor? Yes Tammy I will. Oh yes and I almost forgot. My name is Tammy to my friends at this school but you are special so you get to call me Mistress Tammy or MT if anyone is listening to us. And my girlfriends are Mistress Cathy and Mistress Debbie. Nice to meet you all Mistress Debbie and Mistress Cathy. Now if anyone is listening remember to call them MC and MD. Ok floor? Yes Mistress Tammy. Then the door opened and Mrs Smith came into the room. Well people did we get this all sorted out? Yes Mrs. Smith I said and the girls all nodded. Good. See, a good talking always brings things back into perspective and gives clarity and understanding to such a misunderstanding. Ok now let’s get to class.

End of Part one

[stivalo]

this is awesome! please, go on! :)

[doormat2002]

A great start!

[Moonboy]

Good work. Very hot.

[redscorpian001]

Good job. Can't wait to see the different scenarios in which he is humiliated.

[grizley]

Good start looking forward to the next part. Hope it is soon.

[chicagofeet]

GREAT START! Just one tiny little suggestion.... Paragraphs please. It's hard to read, especially on a phone.

[Miss_clinton]

Nice one.. do go on.. :)

[toejam]

yes more please he will have a wonderfull school year

[pisoteame]

nice story

[Tramplemeelmo]

Thanks everyone here is Part 2

After I left the teacher’s lounge I felt rather scared where I would normally feel good about getting so much attention from some of the most beautiful women in the school. Graduating this year meant I needed to buckle down and study a lot. But after the ordeal with these three girls, I felt that pleasing them might be just as important or even more so. If I had to be at this College, then I had better do something social about it. Besides being a loser isn’t cool and would affect my grades anyways. So I decided to go for it and be the floor these girls wanted. At least the rest of the school would think I was cool being seen with these girls. I sat in the usual spot in class now noticing Cathy and Debbie sitting in the seats on either side of Tammy. I didn’t even know they were all in the same class before all of this. The teacher gave a long lecture today. I had plenty of notes and lots to study for the mini test we had at the end of the week. When class was over I walked out going to my locker when Cathy approached. Hey floor how are you? I said hi fine thanks. She held out her binder and said here… I took the binder. Put this in your locker and I’ll pick it up tomorrow before class Ok? Don’t forget to do all the homework assignments on page 23 Ok? Then she left me standing there with this binder in my hand. I had to do her homework and mine? Ah man. I took my back pack out and put all the books inside and left the school grounds heading for home. I ate supper in my room trying to finish both Cathy’s homework and mine. My hands were cramped I was writing so fast. My watch alarm went off. 9:00! Oh no I have to call Mistress Tammy. I dialed the number from the piece of paper she wrote on. The phone was busy! Great! Maybe I didn’t have to go over if she doesn’t answer. Besides I’m not finished Cathy’s homework yet. I continued to work on it and forgot about the time. 20mins went by before I noticed my watch again. Crap. Better call again. The phone rang this time. She answered… Its about fucking time!!!!! Where the hell are you? She screamed. Your going to know soon enough its not a good idea to piss me off! When I say 9:00 it had better be 9:00. Not 9:01 Not 8:59….9:00!!! You got it floor? I had the phone pulled away from my ear because her screaming was so loud. Yyyyeess Mistress I whispered. I want you to come over here now. The girl’s dorm 8th floor. Come around back and wait for me at the dumpsters just in case there is security near by. Move it now! But I said, I haven’t finished Cathy’s homework yet in fact I haven’t finished my own either. I’m going to be trouble for the test if I don’t finish this! Can’t we make it another…..dial tone….crap! Now what do I do? She hung up on me. I took the homework binder with me and made it over to the girl’s dorm. I went around the back and stood behind the dumpsters. I noticed a security guard and a few girls smoking outside around by the back door. I waited almost 15 mins when I felt someone touch my arm. I jumped, dropped the binder and before I could scream a hand covered my mouth. It was Tammy. She whispered, it’s me floor shut up. Here she handed me a bag to put over my head and she lead me to the back door. The guard must have left because all I could hear was a bunch of girls giggling and gossiping. The voices were getting closer and closer until all went silent. Is that him? One girl whispered. Cool was the response. Tammy must have nodded yes to them. Let’s go another voice whispered. They lead me down a long hallway to a utility room. Let’s put him on the service elevator. There are no cameras there and we can cover him in the dirty laundry. They dropped me into a large hamper and covered me with all sorts of dirty female clothing and rolled me to the service elevator. One girl got on and the rest took the main elevator and eventually after a few mins rolling and smelling the dirty socks underwear bras pants shirts pantyhose and skirts that were covering me. We ended up at Tammy’s room. The door closed behind me and they ordered me out of the hamper. I stumbled and fell on the way out on to the floor in front of almost 15 girls standing there in front of me. Each of them was in nightgowns, large shirts or just plain underwear. I stood up. Don’t stand up floor. Remember who you are and where you are and who you’re with. I said yes Mistress. Ok floor crawl over to the wall over there and lay down on your back. I crawled over to the wall and lay down just like she asked. Tammy began explaining to the rest of the girls what was going on. This lowlife wannabe wanted to have sex with me, and he might want to with all of you. Can you imagine this loser having sex of any kind with anyone besides a blowup doll? This loser is so desperate; for attention that he will do anything at all just to be involved in some sort of interaction with us. Lets demonstrate to him where is place in life is in relation to us. We call him floor because it’s where he belongs. He is beneath us we feel that walking all over him is the perfect way to treat worms like him. So, girls, you can feel free to do what ever you want to him, walk on him stand on him jump on him kick him punch him sit on him use him in anyway you want. Give him the respect he deserves…none! He will obey all your orders. He is our slave floor! I lay there against the wall looking up at the big window at the street light the only thing visible from this position besides the wall and lighting of the room. I felt scared and feared for my safety. What should I do, get up and make a run for the door? They will catch me. They are in better shape than me. Maybe I can make it to the window and jump. Hmmm no that won’t work either. I’m up maybe 8 floors here. I’m stuck. I think I’m going to make a run for it. I decided to try and get up slowly before the girls would notice but it was already too late. After that speech by Tammy, each of the 15 girls made their way over to me and began stepping all over me. I felt the barefeet sink into my chest as at least 5 pairs of feet began making their way all over my body feeling out my flesh and making sure to step on each and every area of my body. The pain was unbareable… I gasped and heaved trying desperately to support the increasing weight piling on to me. Each girl was looking down at my body looking for a spot to direct another girl that hasn’t made her way to standing on me. My face had a pair of feet standing full on it. My head turned to the side feeling the blood flow trying to make its way to my head cut off by the tremendous weight that remained on my skull. Another pair of feet managed to find my neck and colar bone and she stood there. Three more pairs of feet were pinning my shoulders to the floor. Then 2 more were on my chest and stomach. I felt another pair of feet trying to find a spot between my chest and stomach that kept loosing her balance and stepping off and then back on a few times before stabling herself on my stomach where most of her weight was and after finding the wall for balance the other foot made it to join the others already standing on my chest. My back felt the very fibers of the carpet on the floor pushing up into my back. I could feel every rib of my body meet a foot and begin to bend inwards. My breathing was so shallow I didn’t even think I was conscious. Another pair of feet made its impact on my inner thigh joined by its mate. The other pair was already on my other thigh. It appeared that these two girls were facing each other gossiping about the day not even thinking about what they are standing on. I felt like furniture or an object not even human. A tear tried to make it way out of my eye but was stopped also by the ball of a foot pounding against my skull. I moaned and groaned over the discomfort growing as many mins passed. All I could hear from the pressure my head was under was the giggling and laughing and constant chatter of the girls. It was as if they were outside in the yard having a cigarette talking about the day’s activity spreading rumors and gossiping about TV shows, talking about boys they wanted to have sex with, and what trendy clothes and shoes they wanted to wear and what was on sale at the mall. Didn’t they know I was under them? Can’t they feel me beneath their feet? I could feel toes curling up and down over my right eye as the pressure of this girl standing on my head over whelms me to such a large degree I could barely remain awake. I was fading..weakening….submitting to the tremendous weight still accumulating on top of my body. I could feel more feet trying to find their way on to my knees and shins trying to balance. The feet of each of the girls shifted every now and then trying to maintain a balance and remain on top of me. The weight even caused my already shallow breathing to struggle further. I was sweating a little. Short spurts of breath were forced out of me when some of the girls began to bounce on my ribs and chest. The air would come out of my mouth and blow on the feet of other girls standing either in front of my face looking for a spot to get on top of me or the feet already on my head. I noticed that some girls were either stepping off of me to give another girl a turn or the feet would shuffle to another spot on me to make way for another girl to stand on me. My eyes became dazed, and my hearing almost felt like I was in a tunnel and the voices of the girls on top started to fade and get softer and more distant. I was struggling just to remain conscious and I was loosing the battle. Every inch of my body was covered by many pretty pairs of feet. They didn’t let up for a second. Not even to give me a break. How much longer are they going to do this? How much longer can I take this…? A face appeared in front of me. It was Tammy laying down looking at me. Wow she said. Your stronger then I thought. Do you know that there is ummm.. lets see… hmm…2..4…8….12 girls…no 13 girls standing on you right this min? You are truly a good floor to have as my very own. I wonder what other uses you might be for us. The bouncing continued as I struggled and grunted out a loud sound. Someone lost their balance and quickly many girls fell all landing on top of me. Some jumped off of me to make room for the girls that fell. Others fell on top of them on top of me. One landed square on my head. She sat there and didn’t move. I could see some of her night gown drape over my head as she sat there giggling at the one that made all of them trip and fall. They talked about it for a min or so everyone that fell still remained sitting on top of me. The one on my head told the others to listen to her….She shhished all of them and the room was silent for a brief minute. Then all of a sudden…a loud moaning sound came from her ass directly sitting on my head. The sound echoed my ear she remained sitting on…This was followed by a rotten egg smelling odour….The other girls all cleared off of me and left the one girl sitting on my head. Eeeeeeeu one girl said. This reeks…The other girl said yah well at least your not the floor…look at him. He has to breath all that stink in…He doesn’t have a choice….Whew girl..what did you eat today? Mistress Debbie asked. It was Cathy that was sitting on my head farting. She was laughing. I could feel her weight jiggling and bouncing on top of my head. I felt like I was going to be sick. Tammy leaned down to look at me again. Yah that’s it! He can be our fart eater too. Any here have to fart? I think I have one was a voice from the other side of the room. Hurry up come here Tammy said. The other girl rushed over and Cathy rolled off my face but turned to point my head straight up. I was so weak I could not have moved my head on my own anyways. I’m so tired and sore. So weak and in tremendous pain. The girl from the other end of the room straddled my body standing on either side of my neck and dropped down quickly to sit on my upturned face. She lifted herself up slightly and Cathy yelled from behind my head for me to open my mouth. I did and the girl on me lowered herself back down on top of my face sitting down on my opened mouth. I then realized that my mouth was directly surrounding her asshole cladded panties. She sat down full weight so I couldn’t turn my face away or close my mouth at all. It had to remain open and I was destined to submit to what ever could happen next. All of a sudden an incredible spurt of air blasted out of her ass directly into my open mouth. The sound was deafening and very weird to listen to. I never heard anything like it. It was almost like air rushing through a tube only the tube was my mouth. I could even taste it. It tasted like air poop mixed with fabric softener. The taste would not leave my mouth and it lingered down my throat and even filtered into my nose somehow even though my nose was pressed into the crack of her panty cladded ass. I moaned and trying to scream but the sound was muffled into her ass and my struggling seemed to make her want to sit there longer. Soon another fart came out and the same taste and smell came. I held back the bile that was building in my throat. I wanted to puke big time. This was sick truly sick! What would possess these girls to do this to me? And they are all laughing about this whole thing.. A knock at the door silenced the room followed by a lower female voice saying, you girls keep it down in there or I’ll have to send you all back to your own rooms! Another shssh sound from someone in the room of girls silenced the murmuring that began from the knock. Ok girls lets call it a night. We have had lots of fun with floor. Let’s let him for now and start again tomorrow. I have a ton of ideas of what we can do with our little fart eating floor. Tammy said. The girls all began to leave the room one by one and the remaining was Tammy and Cathy. My guess is that this was their room. I lay there still looking up at the ceiling trying to forget what had just happened to me. These beautiful popular girls were so gross and mistreated me making me feel like shit! How could they do this to me? Tammy came over and said get up floor. Time for you to go..Get into the clothes hamper and we will wheel you out. I moved very slowly and turned to the side. My body felt like a combination of being ran over several times by a mack truck and being a chew toy for a giant dog! I got to my knees and pulled myself slowly to my feet and staggered to the wall to hold myself up. I fell into the hamper and the girls covered me again with dirty socks panties sheets pillow cases bras pants and shirts and rolled me down the hall to the elevator. I could hear the elevator door open when all of a sudden that same lower female voice said hold it!!! Whats in this hamper that you had to drag it up eight floors? Can you use the laundry chute? No miss harper. We were cleaning our room and there was so much stuff we thought the best way was to use the hamper. The clothes were moving around and a large hand pushed the materials away to reveal me baddered and bruised body lying inside. I squinted and look up into the commanding eyes of the lady in charge of this dorm, Mrs. Harper. Well well what do we have here? A sick pervert or a boy friend of one of you girls? Which is it? Huh? Well? Tammy said, he is a pervert that broke into our room to watch us and we caught him and we decided to beat the pulp out of him before throwing him out. My my. It seems like you did a good job on him too. He looks very baddered! Nice job girls. You have my permission to do what ever you want to any perverts that end up in our dorm from now on. Yes Mamme said Cathy Thank you. We will. With that the girls pushed me into the elevator and when the doors were closed, they began giggling at me. Wow that was cool. When the door opened again…They wheeled me out into the parking lot and dumped me out on to the lawn. Get going floor don’t be late for school in the morning….I want you back here at 8:00pm tomorrow night is that clear? I lifted my head and turn over to get up and said yes Mistress Tammy. And with that I struggled back to my feet and staggered away into the parking lot through the trees and made my way home.

End of Part Two.

[mephistofele2]

wow......one of the best stories i ever read! the way you describe the farts is amazing ...please continue ! :)

[turbs]

good but paragraphs would be nice lol ;)

[chicagofeet]

Paragraphs, please! Great story. Why is that hard to implement?

[stivalo]

thanks a lot! :)

[mephistofele2]

no more updates? please i love this story