
HGlock SM - Unaware Crush In Class.pdf (2025) [CRUSH FETISH STORY!]
Mrs. Evelyn Sarno was not your typical, kind-hearted elementary school teacher. Oh no, deep down she was a sadistic, cruel woman who loathed the brats she was forced to teach day in and day out. They were a constant thorn in her side - their incessant giggling, runny noses, and endless questions drove her absolutely bonkers.
But Mrs. Sarno had recently acquired a top-secret shrinking ray gun from a shady black market source. With this devious device in her possession, she could finally take out her frustrations on the students in the most deliciously evil way imaginable.
Her first victim was young Timmy Trumbull, the most insufferable boy in her 3rd grade class. Timmy had a penchant for disrupting the lessons with his crappy knock-knock jokes and poorly-timed, hacking coughs. Mrs. Sarno was going to make him pay...big time.
One sunny Tuesday morning, Mrs. Sarno called Timmy up to the front of the class under false pretenses. "Timmy, be a dear and hand me that textbook, would you?" She purred with a devilish glint in her eye.
Timmy, ever the obedient fool, skipped up to her desk. "Sure thing, Mrs. Sarno!" He chirped, reaching for the book.
In a flash, Mrs. Sarno whipped out the shrink ray and blasted Timmy straight in the crotch. "BWWWOOOOOPS!" A blinding green beam engulfed the boy. Timmy shrieked in terror as he rapidly shriveled down to the size of a cockroach in mere seconds. His clothes and backpack fell to the floor in a heap around his now miniscule form.
"HA! Now you're the pathetic little pest you always were, Timmy!" Mrs. Sarno cackled gleefully as the rest of the class looked on in shocked silence. She plucked the tiny boy off the desktop with a tissue, pinching his legs between her fingers. Timmy struggled and squealed but he was powerless in her merciless grip.
Mrs. Sarno casually flicked Timmy down onto the hardwood class floor. "Now scurry around with the other vermin where you belong!" She declared. Timmy scuttled away in a panic, his tiny bare feet pattering against the smooth wood.
Just then, the classroom door burst open and in waltzed Mrs. Sarno's perky colleague, Mrs. Jessica Jinglebottom. "Oops, sorry I'm late!" Mrs. Jinglebottom chirped, not noticing the demeaned student skittering at her feet. She was wearing a pair of cute red wood clogs with her floral print dress.
"Oooh, what's going on-" Mrs. Jinglebottom started to ask before accidentally stepping right on top of microscopic Timmy with her cloggy foot! "Eep!" She let out a surprised yelp, flailing her arms as she lost balance. She crashed to the floor in a tangle of limbs, her clogs sliding across the wood.
"Mrs. Jinglebottom, are you alright?!" Mrs. Sarno rushed over to help her up, secretly thrilled by Timmy's demise. "I'm fine, just a little clumsy is all. I didn't see that..." She trailed off. Mrs. Jinglebottom looked down at the spot where Timmy had been...and gasped. There was only a small red smear, like crushed bug guts, and a few torn shreds of fabric...