Wait until the class gets to the pond

From Create Your Own Story

Watching her trying to keep her feet clean is just too good for you to interrupt just yet, and you keep watching her struggles.

As you keep watching, your patience is rewarded. As she attempts to step onto a patch of grass, her foot slips, and you hear a squeak of surprise as it slides straight into the mud. She freezes for a moment, slightly off-balance, a look of disgust crossing her face as the cold mud oozes between her toes. She reaches out, grabbing a branch just in front of her in an effort to keep her balance as she tries to take another step, but just ends up overbalancing herself in the other direction. You grin wickedly as she falls forward, managing to muffle her shriek as she lands on her chest in the muck, feet flying up behind her. The slight incline she's on causes her to slide down the hill about a foot or so.

Amazingly enough, you're the only person to notice as she falls, and you let your eyes roam over her, from her beet-red face, across the swell of her ass, down her legs to her bare feet, one slightly dirty, the other liberally coated with mud.

You watch as she scrambles to her feet, no longer concerned with keeping her feet clean, and looks down at her front. She's covered in a thick layer of mud from her chest to her thighs, her once-pristine white skirt now a sodden brown in front. Her nipples stand out prominently against her...wait. You take another look, your demonically-enhanced eyesight giving you a closer look at her chest. And then you spot it. As she looks at herself, mouth working silently, you realize her top is actually bunched up above her breasts, and she just hasn't realized it yet.

You hear what faintly sounds like a sob, and you glance back. The look on Katy's face is pitiful, a mix of mortification and humiliation, and you realize she just might be about to bolt...

What now?

You are possessing:
6th Grade Boy
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