You begin masturbating in her balls, thinking about what you're about to become. All of the challenges you've overcome, all of your hard work, all of it leading to you becoming nothing more than another worthless cumstain. You think back to the girl you'd met earlier. You'd turned her down then, but you realize now it wouldn't have mattered if you'd just said yes, and follower her back to her dorm to get willingly snuffed.
You feel your skin loosen on your bones. You can't feel your feet anymore, and upon closer examination you find it's because they've already dissolved. You begin stroking yourself harder, determined to cum before you die. As you ejaculate, you throw your head back in pleasure, colliding with the warm, stretchy walls of your prison. Your skull bursts and your brain dissolves in mere moments, marking the end of your life.
Your blonde murderer, idly stroking her cock, notices the movements in her balls have ceased. She smiles, knowing that the slut she'd just sucked down was now nothing but cum.
Mrs. Cooper then addresses the class, "There are a few ways you can dispose of a cocksnack. You can simply empty your balls wherever you like, splattering them onto a wall, ceiling, or floor, you can shower someone or even a crowd, there are endless possibilities. You can also shoot them into a reformer set to 'recycle' or 'dispose'. Finally, if you want the help of someone else, you can dump them into someone's stomach or ass. I will allow you to dispose of the classmates that each of you have churned, but just be aware that doing so in any way that would result in their reformation is strictly prohibited- this is cum disposal after all. If you do so, I will personally summarily execute you in one of the ways I have described. You may begin, and don't forget to have fun!"
The blonde makes her decision quickly and turns towards a wall, stroking her cock more fervently. She wanted to watch your life permanently end, see your remains dripping to the floor. She can feel the cum you'd become rising, her balls tightening, and she howls in pleasure as you come rushing out, spurt after spurt of your meaningless corpse comes flyin out of her cock, painting the wall alabaster. Similar scenes are playing out all around her. Once everyone's balls are empty, the teacher congratulates everyone on their good work, then dismisses the class.
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