As Becky pulls into one of the parking structures of Picout University, you feel a mix of excitement and nerves. On the one hand, you hated school. On the other hand, maybe today one of the girls would be wearing a really short skirt or a really deep neckline, and you could go “sightseeing”.
Becky pulls into a spot, shuts off the car and turns to you with a smile. "Ready, Sammy?" She dips her finger into the cupholder next to you. "Hop on," she says, and you eagerly climb onto her finger, feeling the softness of her skin.
She carries you gently through the crowded campus green as she walks through the throngs of students. You feel the warmth of her skin and the gentle bouncing up and down as she moves. You sit back against a wrinkle in her skin and take in the sights and sounds, and stare at the girls passing by. Being held at chest height, you get an up close look at all their deliciously revealing clothes and softly jiggling breasts. God you loved warm weather.
Below you, on the edges of the pavement, are small painted lines with ridges on the sides. These are the walkways for tiny students. It wasn’t safe and only reckless or hopeless tinies got around without a girl carrying them. It was dangerous to walk right next to the footsteps of the gigantic college girls, or even the occasional bike. You grimace remembering all the close calls you've had. The girls aren't allowed to walk on them, but that doesn't stop accidents from happening. You remember the stories you've heard of girls stomping on tinies for fun, or being pushed and falling on them. You have tried crossing the barrier and getting directly under the girls, trying to get a direct look up their skirts, and it was extremely thrilling and extremely dangerous.
Finally, Becky stops in front of a building and turns to you. "Remind me where you need to go, Sammy?" she says, her voice soft and caring.
You tell her, and she nods. "Alright, little bro. Have a great day," she says, giving you a gentle pat on the head with her finger. "Call me when you need me to pick you up, okay?"
She bends down and carefully tilts her hand so you slide off and land next to the tiny entrance.
"Thanks, Becky. I'll see you later," you say.
She smiles down at you. "You got it, Sammy. Be safe," she says, before turning and walking away.
Where are you going?