Chapter #2Trek to Comm 101 by: Hectic   Looking at your planner you see that today was a day filled with class for you, a bittersweet realization. You would have loved to hang out with Chelsea but at the same time you genuinely did enjoy the classes you were taking, the first of which was Communication 101. It was pretty basic stuff, more or less studying how people interact with each other, but you found it interesting nonetheless. The reason for this was that the professor of that class was actually a tiny guy himself! Along with the regular course material he talked a fair amount about the changes of communication that happened in society since the great shrinking epidemic. It was honestly fascinating stuff.
However as you grabbed your appropriately sized backpack and stuffed it with a notebook and a pencil you remembered the only reason you didn't enjoy the class, it was your classmate, Jessica Chamberlain. You've had the misfortune of having this brat of a girl in your class for a part of the semester now, and you wished every day that you didn't. Barring some rare exceptions, most girls you met at college were either nice or at least pretended to care about the well-being of the tiny population of men, but this girl outright did not. In her best moods she was simply unconcerned with you little guys, stepping on, sitting on, or otherwise squashing you without even bothering to look up from her phone. But when she was feeling annoyed or mischievous she posed more of a threat to you all than any woman you knew. You would admit that at the very least she wasn't bloodthirsty or anything and didn't want to kill any tiny guys, more like she just took great pleasure in messing with you all. But regardless, you tried to steer clear of her as much as you could.
Walking out of your dorm-box you closed the door behind you and began jogging in the direction of your class. You had taken up jogging as a better method to get around as your tiny stature made walking take far too long to get anywhere at a reasonable pace. And while you by no means kept up with the long strides of regular sized girls you could still make good time when you needed to. Reaching a small whole in the door of the end of the hallway you pass through it into the courtyard. Taking a second to breathe in the fresh outside air (a welcome smell after the wake-up scent of Chelsea's foot earlier) you proceed towards the section of the sidewalk marked "Tinies Only". It wasn't much more than about a foot wide section of the sidewalk marked off with paint but it got the idea across that it was a designated walking area for tiny guys, and girls should steer clear of it. You caught up with a crowd of other tiny guys, nodding and waving to a few you recognized before hustling past them. You would have stayed and chatted but then you would have likely been late for class.
About three minutes of jogging had passed and you could see the building where your lecture was to take place. You smiled, knowing that you would certainly make it on time. But suddenly, a vast shadow was cast over you and the group of men in your vicinity. You gazed upwards, praying that it was only a cloud covering the sun, but gulped with fear as you saw the unmistakable image of the sole of a designer shoe.
*squish*
"Ugh, ew, did I accidentally walk in the guys' path again? Whoopsies, I'll have to tell mom to make it, like, smaller or something because this keeps happening. Whatevs, I'm sure they'll figure it out." The snobby voice rang out from none other than the Dean's daughter, Jessica, as she didn't even bother to glance away from her phone for a second to check on the guys she had just squashed flat. Now resuming her stride Jessica could barely hear the squelching sound of a dozen or so guys flattened to her sole, one of which was you.
You felt the crisp morning air be replaced with sheer crushing pressure over and over again as Jessica casually strolled towards the class you had together. You groaned, knowing that today wasn't shaping up well if you had already run into this nightmare of a girl so early on. However, trying to stay optimistic, you realized that at the very least you would be heading towards the right class. If you weren't able to free yourself from her sole then at the very least you might be able to listen to the lecture. A few more minutes passed and you felt the stomps on your body switch from hard concrete to carpet, softening the blows on your body and also telling you that you had reached the lecture hall. With what little vision you had left you looked to your side to see a number of guys in the same situation, feeling extra bad for any of them who weren't heading to this class. Jessica took a few more steps to reach the back of the hall, somewhere she could no doubt slack off and not pay attention. You never understood why she even went to class in the first place if she wasn't going to even try to learn, but you never dared ask her that.
Reaching her seat, Jessica plopped her ass onto the chair before crossing her leg, lifting the shoe you were stuck to into the air slightly.
"Okay guys, free ride ends here! You're welcome by the way. Now you can hop off my shoe if you want, or don't, it doesn't really make a difference to me." She said somewhat quietly down to you all, but not quietly enough to avoid some disgusted stares of actually nice girls around her. Jessica looked at her shoe and didn't see anyone falling off of it, holding this position for no more than 10 seconds before saying "ugh, really? You guys are lucky im in a good mood today." She aimed her shoe for the corner of her desk and roughly scraped her sole along it, inflicting serious pain onto the guys stuck to it but at least scraping them off. She manages to get everyone off as they fall to the ground, battered yet slowly reforming... well almost everyone. You, sadly, remained slightly squashed into a divot in her sole, and as a result did not fall off in her oh-so-altruistic act of scraping her foot on her desk. However, she did not know this and she returned her sole to the ground, crushing you once more beneath it. You whimpered into the carpeted ground, from this position you could barely even hear the lecture. You could only pray that something would happen to change your luck.
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