Before you could make it to the door to the pool area, the towering door swung wide open so quickly the wind force blew you onto your back.
The girl exiting the pool area into the hallway was obviously one of Riley's teammates, evidenced by the tight lycra one-piece swimsuit that clung to her rather shapely body. Not that you particularly took notice of that, or of the girl's (who you'd never seen before) short black hair or any other features. No, you were only focused on the fact that her head was turned backwards towards someone still inside the pool area, laughing at some sort of joke. And as she took another step closer, her foot looming towards you, you recognized that she wasn't going to turn in time to spot you.
Your brain short-circuited, caught between wanting to scream for her attention and wanting to run, and you eventually settled on running, not wanting to risk shouting out and not being heard, and thus ending up as a splattered stain under the girl's heel. So, instead, you pumped your legs and ran for it, knowing that you'd already wasted precious nanoseconds by debating what course of action to take. In fact, you could see the shadow of the girl's foot wash over you as she neared completing her oblivious step, and you let out a shriek as you pumped your legs even harder.
At the last second, you broke into a dive, and just barely managed to crash onto the floor a mere inch away from the girl's painted toenails as her foot slammed down hard, the ground beneath you quaking. You let out a shaky laugh, and began to crawl away to safety along the sides of the hallway...but not fast enough.
Riley's teammate took another step, and her big toe crashed into your back, and sent your miniscule form careening forward like you'd been hit by a bullet train.
You screamed shrilly, your tiny cry muffled by the sound of the door to the Weston University locker room swinging open as a few girls exited. Your eyes widened as your tiny body slid across the slippery tiled floor, propelled by the unfathomably force of Riley's oblivious teammate accidentally kicking you. Like an unnoticed speeding bug, you shot back into the locker room, skidding across the floor, zipping underneath the group of girls exiting the locker room, and vanishing deep into the changing area. You only finally came to a stop when you collided against the sole of a flip-flop clad foot.
Groaning, you shook your head to clear your dizziness, and glanced hesitantly upwards at the woman whose foot you'd just collided with.
Your blood ran cold as you found the silver-tipped brunette head of Hanna Chambers peering down at you.
The giant woman's brow scrunched up in confusion, which was then quickly replaced by disgust and anger as she obviously recognized you as a tiny and not just some other itty-bitty bug. Every logical part of your brain screamed at you to run, but encountering a woman who'd so thoroughly tormented you in the past so unexpectedly like this had temporarily fried your rational thinking. Not that it would've done much good anyway. People back in the day referred to Hanna as 'The Exterminator' for a reason. She was exceptionally good at catching tinies and making sure they suffered.
Hanna crouched down and scooped you up into her hand, clenching her fist tightly around you so that only your head poked up from her clasped fingers. She then stood back up and brought you close to her face, glaring at you with undisguised contempt.
"Wow, you little shit." Hanna chuckled darkly. "All tinies are trash, but to break into the changing room of nice, innocent college girls? That's pathetic. You deserve to suffer just because you're a tiny, but even aside from that, you deserve to suffer just for being a gross perv."
You winced at Hanna's cruel remark, noting that her vicious view of tinies hadn't even remotely changed in the past decade-and-a-half since you'd last seen her. You gave a feeble attempt to squirm free, but obviously it was no use. Hanna had you ensnared, and you realized glumly that the only way you'd be getting free now was through another of the woman's trademark nefariously sadistic punishments. Sometimes you still woke up in cold sweats thinking about the time she superglued you to the inside of the toilet bowl in the lifeguard changing room at The Oasis, then tricked the other lifeguards into eating some bowel-destroying curry she'd cooked up. That had been an exceptionally scarring week for you.
As you despairingly reminisced, so too apparently did Hanna, as her anger slowly dimmed in place of more confusion, then a flash of recognition, then a dark smirk of disbelief.
"Wait...holy shit. Aren't you Mari's little asshole boyfriend-turned-husband?" Hanna chuckled. "You totally are! Mark, or some shit like that. God, I haven't seen you in forever. Oh, wait! I should've' recognized Riley's last name sooner, of course you're her dad! How's it been, shitbag? Not good, I hope, because I still fucking hate your guts."
Realizing that her voice was raising, Hanna navigated to a more isolated area of the locker room, which was quickly thinning out anyway as the Weston swim team girls finished changing. From the corner of your eye, you watched as Riley and Persephone (the two girls deeply engaged in what looked like competitive banter and smack-talk, except they were also both blushing) slipped out of the locker room. You let out a groan of despair. With them gone, there was just about no one left to potentially save you from Hanna and whatever twisted scheme she cooked up for you.
Confident no one was around to eavesdrop, Hanna returned her hatred towards you. "You stole Mari from Selena, bastard. Every-fucking-person in the world could see those two belonged together. And while Viola's alright, I guess, she turned Selena into a bitch! Selena, who used to sit on tinies and shrug her shoulders afterwards, turned into this fucking guardian angel of the damn bugs, and then goddamn fired me for the same behavior I'd had without issue for years! Can you believe that? So, yeah, that's all on you too, asshole!" Hanna smirked. "Asshole...heh. You almost were, weren't you. Goddamn, that would've such a fitting end to you, huh?"
You winced, recalling what Hanna was referring to you. At one point, shortly before the fateful Paris trip that had led to you and Mari getting engaged, Hanna had gotten her hands on you and brought you to a sleeping Mari who was naked sunbathing in the nudist section of The Oasis on one of her day's off. Dipping you in some Tiny TattGlu (an accursed CTC chemical allowing tinies to be adhered as living tattoos to women's flesh) Hanna had dropped you into Mari's ass, where you'd bonded with your now-wife's puckered asshole. Obviously she had no clue once she woke up, and it was over a month before you were finally saved by another lifeguard, Cherry, who in turn was picking a completely different tiny out of Mari's butt (flicked inside courtesy of Hanna) when she spotted you and pointed you out to Mari. Of course, that was a Mari still at the height of her flaws, and in her haste to find some Tiny TattGlu solvent, she totally forgot about you, and you remained trapped for another week on top of that before she randomly remembered one night, bolting up in bed and rushing to the bathroom to save you.
Not a fun time.
Hanna noticed your discomfort and grinned like a she-devil. "Oh, you remember that too? Oh, please tell me that sort of shit still happens to you! You fucking deserve it, bug!" Hanna grinned, though you couldn't help but notice a faint blushing in her cheeks as she asked you to described more embarrassing situations with the giantesses in your life. Clearly, she still had that thinly-veiled fetish of being tiny herself going for her. Honestly, you used to wonder if she actually would've been a pretty normal girl if she'd just been born tiny, and if the reason she was such a monster was because she hated being unaffected.
But psychoanalyzing Hanna could wait. Instead, you glowered at her. "I'm not playing your games, Hanna. We're both adults now, so can you at least act like one?"
"We are adults, aren't we?" Hanna mused, with a cruel glint in her eye. "And you've got a very lovely daughter, Mark. Strong, fast, competent, and very pretty. Not all there upstairs, is she, but I can't complain. She's just so trusting, gullible, and forgettable. And I'm gonna corrupt the hell out of her!" Hanna leered with a smug grin.
You felt rage boiling within you. "You stay the hell away from my daughter!"
"I'm her coach, shitbag. It's my job to be around her, and Riley loves my company and my swimming advice. I'm almost her role model, at least when it comes to swimming. And soon, I'll be her role model in using PETs, learning that tinies are bugs, and experiencing that her father is really better off being used by her than treated as a normal human!"
You ground your teeth so hard it hurt. "I will end you, Hanna."
"Hah! Big fucking talk, shrimp!" Hanna guffawed loudly, the locker room having completely cleared and thus allowing her to fully embrace her darkness. "You're nothing, Mark. And, though I'll admit that I didn't even consider this until right now, I think I really have missed having you around. And we've got...what? Fifteen or so years of fun to catch up on? God, I can't wait." Hanna shivered in excitement.
Your blood ran cold.
1) Hanna runs out and brings Riley back to the locker room, because now Hanna does have a PET to offer her star swimmer: You!
2) Hanna finds some cruel way to make sure you suffer for the entire swim meet, and in typical Hanna fashion, ensures that the women crushing and tormenting you blissfully don't have a clue.
3) Surprisingly, Hanna simply crunches you up and shoves you into her back pocket, saving you for later. And though you don't know it yet, what she's saving you for is nothing short of hell itself.
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