“We’ll protest in the form of an occupation!” Amy declared, confidence exuding from her usually airheaded voice. “We’ll go sit at their desks, so they can’t work!” She explained, proudly thrusting out her abundant chest. “They have to listen to us then. Tiny rights matter, and I’ll help make the voice of all our campus tinies loud and clear!”
Everyone gathered at Amy’s feet cried out and cheered in excitement, pumping their fists in the air shouting “Tiny rights matter” over and over. You smiled, admitting to yourself that the atmosphere was certainly intoxicating, and Amy could be quite persuasive and driven when she wasn’t unknowingly harming every tiny within a fifteen-foot radius. Still, you couldn’t help but feel a smidgen of fear looking up at her towering form.
Leading the way, Amy strode down the sidewalk, surprisingly keeping her pace slow to allow her gathered protesters to keep up with her. You noted a few tinies that you recognized from back at the dorm where you lived, including Nathan and his brother Henry. The ran right alongside Amy’s gigantic sneakers, yelling the protestation mantra until their throats were sore.
After a short walk, Amy held the door open for one of the technology campus buildings, and you and the other tinies entered. Most classes were still in session, but were going to dismiss soon, so Amy wanted everyone in position in one of the currently vacant classes before the next wave of students arrived. As such, Amy propped open the first door on her right, flicked on the lights, and motioned everyone to enter.
Once inside the room, Amy took a seat near one of the windows, plopping her butt down into the chair. Smiling at her gathered activists, she cleared her throat. “Alright guys! This is our moment to take a stand. I’m so incredibly honored that you’ve let me join you guys in organizing the fight for your rights.
“As this is an occupation…” Amy continued. “…you just need to climb up into one of the empty seats in this room, and hold your ground, no matter what. When the students arrive in ten minutes, they won’t be able to sit down until we move, which means they can’t hold their class! Someone will HAVE to recognize us then.”
Amy’s explanation was followed by another round of cheers, and all of the gathered tinies split off to ascend their nearest chairs. Thankfully, the chairs in this room were made of leather, so it was easy to scale the leg and make it up onto the plush cushion seat, as opposed to the metal or slick plastic chairs in other lecture rooms. Each comfortable chair was positioned in front of a small desk with a laptop computer (as this was a computer applications class).
After making it up onto your chair, you sat patiently, waiting for Amy’s plan to come to fruition. To your left sat Nathan, and to your right was Henry, who both looked ecstatic to be a part of this movement. Honestly, you couldn’t believe that Amy had managed to wrangle this crowd of tinies, or that she had actually crafted a decent plan and hadn’t ruined it yet by squishing any tinies herself.
After about five minutes, the door to the classroom swung open, and a woman who appeared to be in her thirties casually walked in. She smiled politely upon noticing Amy. “Oh, hello there Amy. You’re early today. Mind if I turn these lights off for the presentation today?”
It was at this moment that everything came crashing down. You realized, with surprised dread, that Amy had chosen to protest in her own class, thus ensuring her presence wasn’t odd or out of place. To make matters worse, the ditzy giantess already had her head buried in her phone, giggling at some social media post, and only gave a vague head nod to her teacher’s question. Almost instantaneously, Amy’s planned protest had slipped from her mind.
Taking her nod as approval, the teacher flicked the lights back off and strolled to the front of her class, unable to see the thirty or so gathered tinies sitting in the chairs belonging to her students. Only the low glow of each laptop screen illuminated the room. A rising sense of fear welled up within you, and you glanced nervously to Nathan and Henry, who still seemed fully confident their occupation was going to be a success.
After another five minute or so, the door swung open again, and the students began piling into class. This was also, of course, the exact moment that hell truly broke loose. As the first girl walked over to her seat and flung her backpack over the back of the chair, her eyes were firmly on the laptop screen. Blissfully unaware, the girl settled into her seat, absolutely decimating some poor tiny beneath her shapely derriere.
Before any of the tiny protesters could properly react, the teacher flicked a switch on her desk, and loud rock music began to play. The teacher of this class, Miss Erin, had always been a bit of a fun-loving gal, and so she always started class with high energy music as her students walked in (yet another fairly crucial detail that Amy had failed to properly consider due to her absentminded nature).
It was also now that you began to realize how stupid of a plan that this occupation was in the first place. How did Amy actually expect a bunch of one-inch tall squishy tinies to take up the seats in a class room? The giantesses of Middletown University were unfathomably massive in comparison, and would hardly notice the extra presence on their seat (especially with the loud music, plush cushions, and distracting laptop monitors.
Every tiny began screaming and jumping up and down to get noticed, but to no avail. The room was simply too dark, and the music too loud. More girls entered the class, and more and more of Amy’s tiny protestors vanished under the ample rear ends of the naïve, innocent college girls. To your right, Henry gave you a pitiful look before being squashed flat under the ass of a girl wearing a short skirt. Her skirt fell gently around her after sitting, hiding Henry from view.
To your left, Nathan ran and leapt off of his chair right as another girl sat down, crashing onto the floor and squishing his legs flat. Before he could reform, a half-chewed ball of gum slipped from the girl’s lips and splattered onto the floor, slamming down onto Nathan and burying him in saliva-coated gooeyness.
“Shit…” the girl murmured, drawing a tissue from her purse. With the careless attitude of a girl who simply had no way to know better, she ripped the gum and Nathan from the floor, balled the tissue up in her fist, and tossed the tissue into the nearest trash can. You could only watch helplessly from your chair as Nathan’s cruel fate unfolded, and your attention soon whipped back to Amy.
Amy sat about two rows away from you, and she was smiling happily at her phone, rapidly tapping her foot to the beat of the music. She was fully oblivious to what was befalling her gathered followers all around her. Tinies were being sat on, and those that tried to climb down the chairs found themselves stepped on or kicked around. You NEEDED to get to Amy, and fast, as she was the only one who could speak up to the class and save every other tiny by revealing what had transpired. You could try to salvage the situation yourself, but that seemed too risky…
While you were pondering this, another girl walked into the class and honed in on your seat. Jamming out to the music and skipping to the beat, the girl’s humongous ass jiggled up and down with each step, her fleshy rear barely contained in her skintight booty shorts. As oblivious to your presence as the rest of the girls in class, the brown-haired, happy-go-lucky girl dropped her open backpack to the floor by the chair and pulled her chair back to sit down.
You tripped onto your face as the giantess whose seat you were in pulled back the chair. Rolling over and crying out in startled horror, your vision filled up with her colossal butt, creamy white cheeks poking out from the bottom of her booty shorts. Surging to your feet, you pumped your legs and ran for the edge of the chair, desperate to escape the meteoric impact of her jello-like ass. After all, you had a mission.
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