Monday 8:00 am

Michael's sister checked her phone. No new messages. Her brother could be an ass sometimes but why was her best friend ignoring her? 

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Monday 8:58 am

Michael's sister's best friend's ass was well rounded like two perfect scoops of salted caramel, and tightened from her daily gym routine. Her skin shone as if it had a permanent sheen of sweat particularly the skin above her exposed butt crack which bore a tattoo in cursive handwriting reading “TINIES GO HERE”. 

Michael’s sister's best friend's butt hovered over her seat as she rested her elbows on the desk. Clad in tight low-rise jeans, nothing was left to the imagination for Michael's ghost who hovered behind it, silently whimpering curses as he turned his attention downwards.

Towards her chair…

The time was 8:58. Class started in two minutes, at which point his sister's best friend would sit down. Michael threw himself against the invisible limit from which he could haunt, but made no progress. He could only move six inches or so from the ass that would smush him into mush. His eyes widened in panic as the butt  leaned further over the university chair until a vague reflection of her jeans was visible on the hard plastic! His ghostly heart palpitated wildly against the right cheek of her low-rise jeans as they sent him on a crash course with the hard plastic! 

“Wait! Hold that position,” A feminine voice called out.

The hips stopped descending, and Michael looked up at the girl taking the seat behind his sister's best friend. All he could make out was a peak of blonde hair poking over the phone that had been shoved forward-

FLASH!

Blinded by the phone's flash Michael rubbed his eyes, and listened intently… hoping beyond hope that he'd be visible in the picture…

The blonde was serenely admiring the picture she took…

He held his breath… waiting for a scream… a gasp… some indication that someone could see him!

The blonde burst into laughter. “Look how good Mikey made your ass look!” 

His bratty murderer laughed along with the blonde. 

“Strike a pose for the camera!” 

Michael's sister's best friend slapped her hand to her left cheek, her fingertips barely missed Michael.  

FLASH

Through the receding white Michael saw a single object come into focus… a cell phone screen. On the screen Michael's sister's best friend's ass cheeks took up most of the picture. Up above her exposed crack and snug crop top, she smugly squinted back at the viewer, mouth open, tongue out and a hand grasping her generous left cheek. Text on the bottom read “Mikey's new home” with a heart after the word home. 

There was no sign of Michael in the image.

He snapped!

Michael's ghost's ears became an incensed red. He beat against the invisible barrier ferociously. Rabid with anger. He wanted to smack the phone down! Wanted to break that infuriating red light… red light… What was she recording? Michael stopped pounding at his invisible prison… he sensed his sister's best friend's hips were moving.

His blood went cold, as he turned 

She was swaying her hips back and forth. Putting on a show for the camera before she sat down. Michael could do nothing as the ass moved towards the chair pressing him into the crack of her jeans-

“Hey Katie!” This time a male voice cut in, causing the rear to stop its descent and straighten out. “Have you seen Michael around?”

The red phone light stayed on… stayed recording.

Michael's bratty murderer smiled. “We'll be working out together this afternoon. He's helping me with my glutes.” His sister's best friend cooly replied while the blonde chortled. “Why?” She added quickly. 

A new sensation warmed Michael’s chest-

Hope! 

Michael's eyes went wide, he looked almost relieve-!

“Help! Help me!” Michael cried to the voice he recognized. He could just see his roommate's slicked hair over the curvature of the brat's ass… but his roommate was oblivious to Michael's presence.

“No reason,” His roommate replied. “I just didn't see him last night and got some messages from his sister,” Michael's roommate turned to walk away.

Michael's chest felt like lead. His roommate couldn’t hear him and the time was now 8:59. He had to get his roommate's attention-  Or else- he looked back at the hard plastic seat.

“Wait!” The blonde called out “Don't leave just yet, I need your help with something.” 

Michael's roommate complied, his eyes involuntarily glancing at Michael's sister's best friend's bent over ass... His gaze passed right over Michael.

 “Squat down! Lower! Stop!” the blonde commanded.

Michael's roommate's head was at the same height as his sister's best friend's exposed crack. He looked amused, deaf to Michael who was shouting at the top of his lungs! Screaming out one long plea of “HEEEEEELP!!!”

 “Now hold still!” The blonde pushed Michael's roommate's head until it was pressed against the side of his sister's best friend's jean clad hip “and smile!”

Michael screamed into his roommate's ear until his voice cracked! Screamed out “HELP ME!” With all the force he could muster directly into his ear drums! His roommate had to hear him! It was his only hope…. “HELP ME!”

His sister's best friend's hand clasped Michael's roommate on the side of the head and turned his lips towards her hip! 

FLASH!

The phone was turned around for all to see. This time his sister's best friend was making a kissy face while his roommate, surprised and red faced, looked like he was kissing her ass cheek. Both girls laughed madly as his roommate hurried away. Clearly humiliated. 

Jess added text to the bottom. "Now accepting farewell kisses!” Causing both girls to laugh obnoxiously, to the point others turned to watch Michael's red faced roommate hurriedly run out of the room and beneath the analog clock that now read 8:00am.

Michael's stomach dropped. 

So did his body.

Gusts of air flew by Michael as he was pressed to the crack of his tormentor's descending ass. He watched the hard blue plastic  chair approach closer and closer, just before he made contact he lost all hope of ever escaping this hell- WHUMP!

PAIN!

EXCRUCIATING PAIN!

Unconsciousness did not release Michael as his body was liquified, spread across his sister's best friend's bratty cheeks. Mentally he screamed out! A full minute passed in which he could only hear a ringing sound and feel fiery pain throughout his body which was no longer body shaped. Gradually he began to recognize his new shape through the waves of agony. He could feel the vague shape of both cheeks bearing down on him as well as her groin where more of his ethereal form congregated.

Pain! Electric shocks throbbed through Michaels body!

Five minutes into the lecture. Taste was the first sense to register over the incessant pain. Despite his tongue being flattened into paste he still tasted the bitter plastic of the chair and the slightly salty fabric of her unwashed jeans which had imbued her sweat and stink. He could almost taste the repulsive body odor smell that mingled with her violently vanilla hinted body products. To Michael nothing could be more repulsive.

Ten minutes into the lecture.

Pain! Unrelenting but somehow becoming normalized as more senses crept in.

Sound returned. The world beyond her ass was muffled. A professor was rambling in a monotonous way while his sister's best friend and the blonde whispered gossip about his roommate. Worst of all, Michael could hear a gaseous rumbling from his sister's best friend's intestines as her last meal navigated her intestines… Michael wondered if his bones were part of that mass… broken down… nothing but her waste to be pushed out of the ass crushing him into paste…

Fifteen minutes into the lecture.

Touch returned, or maybe the heat had been gradually rising since she first sat down and was only noticeable now. Near hundred degree ass surrounded his flattened form! He had the sensation of sweating in hundreds of places all at once with no way of adjusting his body to relieve the irritating feeling. Truly this was hell. 

A hell he'd have to endure everyday for the rest of his afterlife…

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Monday 10:00 am

Michael's sister ran to catch up to her brother's roommate. He looked flustered and kept scrolling through the same media pages as if he was expecting something to be posted.. Immediately she asked him about Michael.