You enter the tiny entrance to the building and take a series of tiny-sized hallways and elevators until you reach the swimming pool room in the basement. You change in the tiny changing room next to the entrance to the female changing room, which looks like a mousehole tucked into the corner, almost hidden from view.

Picout has a co-size swimming team. Technically, the tinies and the giant girls swim in different pools, but they can compete together. The tiny-size pool is a to-scale version of the big one, so an equally skilled giantess and tiny should be able to lap their respective pools in about the same time.

You remember the time when a giantess lost to a tiny. Michelle, the captain of the team and a fiercely competitive girl, thought she had won because she was the first girl to reach the end of the big pool. She was celebrating when it turned out that a tiny had beaten her by a few seconds in the tiny pool. Enraged, she shouted about how it was unfair that a swimmer “the size of a fucking mite” had won. She stomped over to the tiny pool, pinched the winner between her fingers, and ran off to the changing room. The tiny, a guy named Brett, was never seen again. Michelle was never questioned by the school about Brett’s disappearance. Probably because her family had donated a ton of money.

You adjust your swim trunks nervously as you hurry to the tiny pool, which was along the wall next to the big pool. As you arrive, you realize you’re the last one there. All the other tinies are lined up, and the girls are seated in a row along the bleachers, their long legs dangling over the edge. One girl, sitting at the end, casts the entire pool and all the tinies in shadow.

Your eyes wander across the rows of swimsuited girls on the bleachers. Standing in front, addressing them, is Ms. Bailey, the swim coach. She is in her late thirties, but she looks stunning. Her short brown hair frames her face perfectly, and her defined muscles show through her steel-blue swimsuit. Despite her toned body she has plump, soft breasts and a perfectly toned ass. Her statuesque posture and fierce expression exudes confidence and authority. Every student, without exception, crumbles under her reproach. She’s brought girls to tears before. She’s especially tough on tinies. One time, she didn’t like how a tiny guy was talking back to her, so she dropped him in her energy drink and told him to tread water for 10 minutes.

Nobody has seen you yet.