Drew was so panicked that he failed to notice the girl who had nearly killed him had taken notice of the frantic movement on the floor near her.
Tiffany, a sophomore, had been psyching herself up for a test that the class was going to take today. She had been so focused on studying she hadn’t gotten nearly any sleep the night before and was just now at the start when she needed to be at her most alert was starting to feel the crash of her energy. She had been like a zombie when she sat down at her desk. However, just as Tiffany was bending over to get a pencil out of her bag she saw movement to her right near the front of her desk.
Turning to look at the movement, more out of instinct than an actual desire to see what it was Tiffany’s heart sped up as she saw the ugly pink creature wriggling on the floor. “UH!” Tiffany kicked at the thing with her foot. Her leather high heel loafer’s toe shooting out to get the thing away from her.
Drew spun around jus in time to see the wall of dark brown hit his square on. Drew went flying, as if struck by a truck. It didn’t hurt…at first. Drew went up into the air and then hit the ground and rolled. The shock of it had dazed him so he didn’t recognize what had actually happened at first. But then a moment or two later he felt it…the stabbing in his side…he’d broken a rib or something.
“MISS MOORE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
Drew didn’t understand the noise as he rolled over and tried to get up and crawl to safety.
“THERE IS…SOME KIND OF BUG ON THE FLOOR!” Drew was unaware that Tiffany was the new speaker. “THERE IT IS!”
“AHHH! KILL IT”, Screamed a girl who was actually too far to see what was going on but was sensing the tension in the room and reacting to it. Suddenly everyone was up from their desks looking at the floor. The shout from someone in a completely other section of the room now had everyone reacting. Eyes darted over the floor. Chairs fell over.
“IS THAT IT – OVER THERE – I SEE IT” different voices were shouting now to be heard over one another.
“ENOUGH, EVERYONE CALM DOWN,” The teacher, a woman in her 40s with long dark brown hair up in a bun said. Her voice tried to cut through the noise but it did little good.
Meanwhile Drew recovered his wits enough to get up, bracing himself against the pain in his side. Giant feet were stamping all around him and he looked up trying to waive for help. He was a person and he knew he needed medical attention. But the noise was so loud that Drew felt it in his bones. By sheer accident a girl’s sneaker struck Drew in a sweeping motion and he went rolling under a desk. Coughing Drew spat blood onto the floor. Forget help, back to the original plan; get out of here. Drew looked up and saw he was under what to him was like a hollowed out parking garage. Except the garage wasn’t empty because there were two large cranes parked in it spanning stories tall.
Drew had a moment, despite the pain, to acknowledge he was looking at a giant pair of NICE LEGS. The girl, whomever she was was wearing a skirt and her legs were bare. Her shoes stood out too. They were those platform wedge things that added like an extra 2 inches of height. Drew acknowledged this because…secretly, he’d always had a foot fetish. But after admiring the girl’s legs he saw his goal. The door was just on the other side of the desk.
In a staggering shamble Drew tried to run for the door from under the desk. However, he waivered so much he could have been an extra in any zombie movie every made. Drew was getting close to the door. He was almost there. The defining noise behind him didn’t matter anymore because he was going to get out of her.
Drew reached out toward the door and was only a few feet away before he stopped and realized the door was closed. It hadn’t yet occurred to him to crawl under it. He didn’t have the chance. The girl who had been sitting at her desk saw the now bloody, fleshing rodent like thing crawl out from under her desk. With supreme confidence, the same confidence that made her always look her best, every day and wear shoes that most girls couldn’t pull off, she got up and in one motion STOMPED down on the disgusting thing!
Drew felt the hit this time. It was fast. One moment he was worrying about the door and the next…part of him was…was gone? Drew laid on the ground looking Part of his arm and leg on one side were gone; flattened and torn off of him. The shocked, star athlete was staring up and saw the monster that had maimed him. Natalie Elis, one of the most gorgeous girls in the school stood over him. She had great legs; and even a better pair of tits. Drew watched unable to move or anything as he saw her raise her ridiculously gaudy and thick wedge into the air over him. Drew saw her panties…pink undies…wow.
BOOM!
(A little bit later)
Billy had gotten a hold of himself. Fuck, that had happened. Drew had shrunk, right in front of him. And Billy, Billy had left him there. He had to go back. He had to fix this. Billy was in the hall going back to the classroom when Natalie Elis passed buy him. She was tall, taller than him. Although as Billy briefly admired and secretly lusted after the girl whom he also knew was a grade “A” bitch he acknowledged that part of it wasn’t that she was just a talk person but also her shoes were almost always heels or wedges or anything that gave her additional height. Probably so she could look down on everyone; like she did with him. Billy was pretty sure that even though he was the only other person in the hallway that Natalie didn't even see him. Today she was wearing these, what Billy would think of as chunky, white strappy wedges with like four inches in the heel section. As Natalie was walking away Billy noticed that the back of one heel wasn’t white…or better to say it was stained and blotched by something red. She turned and disappeared into the restroom. Billy looked down at the floor and saw the blood stains on the linoleum floor. “OH NO,” Billy was going to be sick. He turned and ran to the nearest trash receptacle. Billy didn’t go back to the classroom.
Tiffany, a sophomore, had been psyching herself up for a test that the class was going to take today. She had been so focused on studying she hadn’t gotten nearly any sleep the night before and was just now at the start when she needed to be at her most alert was starting to feel the crash of her energy. She had been like a zombie when she sat down at her desk. However, just as Tiffany was bending over to get a pencil out of her bag she saw movement to her right near the front of her desk.
Turning to look at the movement, more out of instinct than an actual desire to see what it was Tiffany’s heart sped up as she saw the ugly pink creature wriggling on the floor. “UH!” Tiffany kicked at the thing with her foot. Her leather high heel loafer’s toe shooting out to get the thing away from her.
Drew spun around jus in time to see the wall of dark brown hit his square on. Drew went flying, as if struck by a truck. It didn’t hurt…at first. Drew went up into the air and then hit the ground and rolled. The shock of it had dazed him so he didn’t recognize what had actually happened at first. But then a moment or two later he felt it…the stabbing in his side…he’d broken a rib or something.
“MISS MOORE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
Drew didn’t understand the noise as he rolled over and tried to get up and crawl to safety.
“THERE IS…SOME KIND OF BUG ON THE FLOOR!” Drew was unaware that Tiffany was the new speaker. “THERE IT IS!”
“AHHH! KILL IT”, Screamed a girl who was actually too far to see what was going on but was sensing the tension in the room and reacting to it. Suddenly everyone was up from their desks looking at the floor. The shout from someone in a completely other section of the room now had everyone reacting. Eyes darted over the floor. Chairs fell over.
“IS THAT IT – OVER THERE – I SEE IT” different voices were shouting now to be heard over one another.
“ENOUGH, EVERYONE CALM DOWN,” The teacher, a woman in her 40s with long dark brown hair up in a bun said. Her voice tried to cut through the noise but it did little good.
Meanwhile Drew recovered his wits enough to get up, bracing himself against the pain in his side. Giant feet were stamping all around him and he looked up trying to waive for help. He was a person and he knew he needed medical attention. But the noise was so loud that Drew felt it in his bones. By sheer accident a girl’s sneaker struck Drew in a sweeping motion and he went rolling under a desk. Coughing Drew spat blood onto the floor. Forget help, back to the original plan; get out of here. Drew looked up and saw he was under what to him was like a hollowed out parking garage. Except the garage wasn’t empty because there were two large cranes parked in it spanning stories tall.
Drew had a moment, despite the pain, to acknowledge he was looking at a giant pair of NICE LEGS. The girl, whomever she was was wearing a skirt and her legs were bare. Her shoes stood out too. They were those platform wedge things that added like an extra 2 inches of height. Drew acknowledged this because…secretly, he’d always had a foot fetish. But after admiring the girl’s legs he saw his goal. The door was just on the other side of the desk.
In a staggering shamble Drew tried to run for the door from under the desk. However, he waivered so much he could have been an extra in any zombie movie every made. Drew was getting close to the door. He was almost there. The defining noise behind him didn’t matter anymore because he was going to get out of her.
Drew reached out toward the door and was only a few feet away before he stopped and realized the door was closed. It hadn’t yet occurred to him to crawl under it. He didn’t have the chance. The girl who had been sitting at her desk saw the now bloody, fleshing rodent like thing crawl out from under her desk. With supreme confidence, the same confidence that made her always look her best, every day and wear shoes that most girls couldn’t pull off, she got up and in one motion STOMPED down on the disgusting thing!
Drew felt the hit this time. It was fast. One moment he was worrying about the door and the next…part of him was…was gone? Drew laid on the ground looking Part of his arm and leg on one side were gone; flattened and torn off of him. The shocked, star athlete was staring up and saw the monster that had maimed him. Natalie Elis, one of the most gorgeous girls in the school stood over him. She had great legs; and even a better pair of tits. Drew watched unable to move or anything as he saw her raise her ridiculously gaudy and thick wedge into the air over him. Drew saw her panties…pink undies…wow.
BOOM!
(A little bit later)
Billy had gotten a hold of himself. Fuck, that had happened. Drew had shrunk, right in front of him. And Billy, Billy had left him there. He had to go back. He had to fix this. Billy was in the hall going back to the classroom when Natalie Elis passed buy him. She was tall, taller than him. Although as Billy briefly admired and secretly lusted after the girl whom he also knew was a grade “A” bitch he acknowledged that part of it wasn’t that she was just a talk person but also her shoes were almost always heels or wedges or anything that gave her additional height. Probably so she could look down on everyone; like she did with him. Billy was pretty sure that even though he was the only other person in the hallway that Natalie didn't even see him. Today she was wearing these, what Billy would think of as chunky, white strappy wedges with like four inches in the heel section. As Natalie was walking away Billy noticed that the back of one heel wasn’t white…or better to say it was stained and blotched by something red. She turned and disappeared into the restroom. Billy looked down at the floor and saw the blood stains on the linoleum floor. “OH NO,” Billy was going to be sick. He turned and ran to the nearest trash receptacle. Billy didn’t go back to the classroom.
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June 10, 2023
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