The photo Shaye had pointed to was a picture of you and your wife when the two of you were half your current age, back in the early days of college. The start of your second semester, in fact. You were in Brinley's dorm room, the blonde herself perched on her bed while cradling you in her palm and burying you in an indulgent, full-body kiss. A mirror in the corner of the room partially revealed the girl taking the photo, or more particularly the girl's chiseled abs and muscular arms. It was your wife's old college roommate back at Weston University, a woman who was still friends with your wife to this day, though their hangouts were few and far between these days.
"Ah!" Brinley gushed. "That was just after I started dating my adorable little babe! Gosh, don't we just look so cute from back then?"
Shaye grinned at Brinley. "Are you kidding me? You and Allegra have aged amazingly, you both still look just as gorgeous, if not more so."
Brinley blushed happily at the younger girl's praise. "Aw, thanks, Shaye! You're, like, as sweet as pepper!" She grinned, failing to realize how silly and ill-fitting of an impromptu simile she'd just created. "Wanna hear about the first day Allegra and I ever met?"
"Really? I'd love that!" Shaye nodded, clenching her toes in anticipation, and further crushing your elongated malleable body down below.
Your wife theatrically cleared her throat, and launched into the tale. It was, like all stories Brinley told, embellished in some places and filled with vague details in others, your wife's energetic airheadedness often compelling her to gloss over mishaps and incidents that happened to you or other tinies, and focus more on her perspective and the fun parts she remembered more clearly. Everyone in the room ate the story up, and although you hated being naked, humiliated, and crushed by the roving stomping sweaty feet of your friends and family, your heart still warmed at hearing your wife's tale...even if you yourself remembered it all a bit more clearly.
*****
(FLASHBACK BEGINS)
It was the first day of your second semester of college at Weston University. All told, things were going pretty good. You weren't a huge fan of how hands-off Weston and its faculty was when it came to affected-safe policies and protective measures, and you'd had a few close calls with grabby students seeing you more as a plaything, or professors who thought your diminished size meant they were justified in abusing your malleability as punishment for low grades or spotty attendance. You'd attempted to raise complaints to the school dean, a rotund but still attractive shortstack woman named Dean Schubach, but she'd brushed off your worries...then promptly seemed to forget about you before crushing you under her heels as she walked off, leaving you as a splotch on her shoe for the better part of the next three days.
But your grades were good, even with those hiccups. You were surviving pretty well on campus, and you'd become best friends with an incredible girl named Anneli, who was your dorm roommate. You'd even tried dating her, but it hadn't panned out. You were physically attracted to her, she was physically attracted to you, but one date had been enough for you both to realize you had more 'friendship energy' than 'sexual tension' going on. She was a great friend, funny, confident, and she shared your hobbies. Sure, she was extremely lazy, a little bit gross with how slobby she could be sometimes, and her messes had kinda taken over your shared dorm room, but there were far better giantesses to be paired with for roommates.
The one thing you really felt you were missing, though, was a girlfriend. You'd tried dating around, but things hadn't panned out for one reason or another, and you just weren't feeling satisfied with some one-night-stands you'd hooked up with (especially after the most recent girl, after some half-decent sex, had tried to sneakily drug you with that creepy CTC 0-B-D-N-C drug to force you to be her slave). What you really wanted was a long-term girlfriend. Someone who would love, cherish, and care for you, and you in turn could do all of those things for her. And you were specifically attracted to unaffected, not your same-size peers, which definitely didn't make it any easier.
Still, girls could wait. Class was about to start, and while Psychology 202 probably wasn't going to become your new favorite course, you wanted to make a good impression for this first day. So you'd gone to the class early to grab a seat. You'd been a bit disappointed to find that the lecture room you were in hadn't adapted to affected, and merely had a single section of the bench in the front row reserved for you and your fellow tinies, demarcated by a flimsy and partially faded red line drawn on either side of the section. You and four other affected were there, awkwardly spreading out your belongings and trying to get comfortable. At the front of the class, the bored-looking professor was staring at her computer.
Just then, seconds before the class was about to start, the door shot open, and a blonde girl stumbled inside, face flushed and out of breath...and you felt your heart skip a beat.
Wait...the girl I have the biggest crush on in this entire school is in this course with me? You thought to yourself with overjoyed disbelief. This is the greatest day of my life!
You knew the girl's name was Brinley, but you weren't privy to her last name yet. Honestly, you'd only ever really seen passing glimpses of her in the hall, or from across the quad lawn. And yet, your heart was entirely enraptured by her. To be fair, she did check a lot of your personal boxes for physicality. She was tall, her skin was soft and smooth and tanned, and her curves were crazy. Her breasts in particularly were shockingly massive, but her booty was nothing to scoff at either, and somehow she still maintained a pretty lean physique everywhere else. She looked killer today in a cutesy low-cut croptop and a daringly short miniskirt that fluttered as she walked.
But you were also smitten by her personality. The girl was constantly smiling, constantly giggling, constantly bouncing around like she was the happiest girl in existence. Just looking at her filled you with optimism and glee.
You sighed, wholly taken by her, and watched with a doe-eyed expression as the blonde drew nearer...and nearer...and nearer. You didn't even recognize her worried-looking expression, or the way she kept glancing around nervously. She was so obviously looking for an empty seat, and had so obviously failed to spot you and your fellow tinies as she approached what looked like to her to be an empty space right at the front of the class. Then Brinley turned to say something to the professor about 'sorry for almost being late', further pulling her attention from the spot you were in, even as she began backing her towering frame closer and closer.
In fact, you still had that dumb expression on your face all the way up until the moment she finally plopped down onto the bench, and crushed you and your fellow tinies (who had tried to run too late) under her gargantuan ass. Her skirt flipped up, revealing her tanned buttocks that were at that moment actively chewing up poor lacy white panties, and then you and the other four tinies got crushed into paste, made even worse as Brinley shimmied around a bit to get comfortable, grinding you all under her doughy booty.
The professor finally glanced up from her computer, and frowned in a disinterested way. "Miss, you just sat in the affected section."
Brinley blinked vapidly. "Uh...affected by what?"
The professor rolled her eyes. "The section for affected students. Tinies?"
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