Hello my name is Shawn Thompson. The story you're about to read features me, a nice, kind individual being bullied, sat on, squashed, and even wrestled by a series of large and strong women some muscular, some fat, some a mix of both.
If that's not your thing please click off now, I wouldn't blame you. In fact I'd prefer if you didn't, then I won't go through all-okay my author is scowling at me and mouthing something I can't understand-and they've reminded me that I'm a fictional character and know exactly what I'm being threatened with. So without further ado please enjoy the story, and comment down below, OR don't read it because I already exist at this point and nothing bad has happened to me yet. Why did it get dark all of-oh no *crash* *squish* *whimper*
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Shawn stood in front of the foreboding Office Door. Shawn was a skinny brown haired young man standing barely 5 foot 6. Before him was the Guidance Counselor's Office and his uncertain future. Unfortunately Shawn's dread kept him from realizing someone was sneaking up on him. Her name was Roseanne but most people with sense called her Rosé.
Her hair was done in a died hot pink half cut. She wore a matching hot pink tank top, under a black leather vest. Her top left her thick powerful arms out for all to see, barely contained her massive breasts, and failed to cover her slight stomach. As she neared Shawn she squatted down to be closer to his height. The sound of her black jeans straining as her thighs expanded got Shawn's attention, but at that point it was too late. Shawn let out a yelp as Rosé wrapped her arms around his chest and lifted him off his feet as she stood back up, pressing his back against her impressive chest.
"My little equipment manager was left unsupervised, what a shame." Rosé mocked into his ear. Shawn attempted to object but Rosé was squeezing the air from him with near bone crushing force. "Can you believe I'm finally graduating?" She let him go and he landed on his feet for a second before dropping to his hands and knees. Rosé smirked before placing a foot on his back and pushing him to his stomach. "I'd love to play some more but I have to get to the gym, gotta make certain my scholarship is secure." She took a step forward putting all her weight on Shawn for a moment which felt like an eternity to him, and she continued to walk off
Shawn struggled to catch his breath for a minute, before pulling himself off the floor and going into the office.
"You're late Mr. Thompson," stated the balding man behind the desk.
"It's fine, just turn me around, and leave us for a bit," came a woman's voice from his computer. The Guidance Counselor sighed and did as requested. On the computer screen was a fat faced woman with a blond pixie cut. "Good Afternoon Shawn, my name is Ms. Pearl and I represent Via Strata University. We're relatively new but we've already garnered a positive reputation."
"I've heard of you, you've won like every college championship for the last few years." Shawn remembered his dad fuming about them a lot every time they beat his old college.
"Flatterer, we've only won a couple of National Championships. Although we have won multiple of the Regional championships for the past four years," she said with quite a bit of pride. "Those victories were because of our founders brainchild, and the pride of our school-The VII Program."
"The Seven Program?" Shawn parroted in confusion.
"The Very Important Individuals Program," Ms. Pearl smiled. "The VII Program is a much spiffier name then the V. I. I. Program, don't you think?" She asked cheerily and Shawn assumed rhetorically. "While most colleges have similar programs, at Via Strata University we look for more then just athletic or traditionally academic students. We also look for them in areas that other colleges don't."
"That's really cool, but why are you talking to me?" Shawn asked incredulously. Ms. Pearl's smile waned slightly.
"Well you see joining the VII Program comes with many perks in addition to partial or even full scholarships. Incentives include reduced and flexible class schedules, more time for assignments, a discount card good for most shops on campus, and the specialized attention of a Teacher's Assistant. Judging by your Home Ec performance, your work as field hockey equipment manager-," Shawn felt a cold shiver run down his sore spine, "and your teachers reviews of you. I think you, Shawn Thompson, would make a perfect Teachers Assistant."
