Relaxation and Reflection
A Shrunken College Student
chapter 11
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Absentmindedly moving your hands back and forth through the simmering yet exceptionally stress-reliving water, you sighed deeply. All of your pains inflicted from Sadie’s abundant rear washed away in the soothing waters of the hot tub, and it appeared as if it was doing wonders on Chelsea as well. You noted her pleased smile and lightly flushed cheeks and tried vigorously NOT to notice her impressively sized chest.
Breaking the silence, you posed a question. “Any more stories you can tell me about the school?” You inquired, drawing an intrigued eye from the brunette giantess. “Your social media feeds keep you much more informed than I am.”
“Well, that’s fair.” Chelsea conceded. “Stories about what, though? My life isn’t particularly exciting outside of volleyball and the constant misadventures I get into with you.”
You bowed theatrically. “Glad I spice up your life Chelsea. I aim to please.”
Your beautiful dormmate stuck out her tongue mockingly. “Dork.” Stretching her arms out in front of her, the titanic girl arched her back and groaned in satisfaction, knocking the kinks out of her stiff joints. “Yeah, I have some stories about this school, if that interests you. They might be a bit rough, but…”
“Rough?”
“Uh, yeah.” Chelsea spared you a sympathetic smile. “Despite all the policies in place here, Middletown’s got a rough track record with keeping tinies safe. I mean, you had to have heard about the living quarters for tinies before the school implemented the custom-designed box dorms, right?”
“I haven’t, no.” You shook your head. Though you feared an unfortunate end to this tale, and your deepest sympathies went out to all your fellow tiny brethren, you were hooked.
Chelsea caught your intrigued stare, smiled, and continued. “From what I heard, tinies used to live in doll houses. Like, actual, legitimate doll houses they bought from toy stores or received as donations. Any tiny without a doll house was given, like, a tissue box or a shoe box.”
“Are you serious? No way a college like this could get away with that!”
“It was only for a year, or less, even! You bet people complained once it became common knowledge. Before then though, doll houses, tissue boxes, and shoe boxes were the norm, and to make matters more complicated, Middletown enforced a policy where the tiny had to sleep in their assigned dormmate’s room, not right outside the door.
“As one would reasonably expect, this was disastrous. I heard all about it from a friend. Some girls were creeped out by the doll houses in their rooms, and sold them off to pawn shops, having no idea their tiny dormmate was still inside! Other girls had their families with them on moving day, and I heard nearly twenty tinies were unknowingly stolen by curious little sisters confusing them for real dolls!”
“Geez, it must’ve been a mess!” You exclaimed, rubbing your chin. Grimacing, you continued. “Sure am glad I got here when I did.”
Chelsea nodded. “Yeah, but they might’ve been the luckiest tinies. I’ve heard rumors of tinies who got squished into their tissue boxes by oblivious dormmate’s filling the box, then used to…well…clean their noses later on. The tinies in shoe boxes…you can probably guess, but the school had a lot of trouble finding every single tiny-shaped insole or gum stain across campus.”
“This makes me appreciate those custom dorms they give us now a WHOLE lot more!” You laughed, though mostly from nervousness. You couldn’t imagine what the first batch of tinies at Middletown had to go through. How many precautions nowadays weren’t in place back then?
Dwelling on this thought for a moment, your concentration was broken upon noting Chelsea’s concerned expression. Seeing that you were looking at her, Chelsea sighed. “Talking about old times also reminded me of an even worse story an old friend told me about. It happened three years ago, I think.”
“Go on.” You urged, dread building up inside of you.
“There was this girl, her name was Lani, and it was her freshman year. Word is that she had a habit with pranking tinies, but one day a sorority sister dared her a hundred dollars to do something really bad to a tiny on campus. A bit of a thrill seeker, Lani took up the challenge, and ambushed her tiny physics professor after class one day.
“From there, I’m told she squished him flat, stretched him out into a wide disc, carried him off to a different class room, and fitted his squishy body over the seat cushion of the professor’s chair when she was out. His tan body blended in with the cushion, which was already tan, so not a soul could tell the difference other than Lani, who eagerly collected her hundred dollars from the sorority sister.”
You smacked your forehead in disappointment. “And, let me guess, when the teacher returned…”
“Yep.” Chelsea nodded glumly. “Plopped down right onto the poor guy without a second thought. My old friend told me the tiny suffered under the teacher’s ass for five days straight, each second further gluing him onto the cushion. To make matters more cruel, Lani chose a teacher named Miss Ivy, who the tiny actually had a crush on. She practically forced him to be buried under the ass of the woman he liked for a week!”
You frowned deeply, recalling a few similar incidents in your own life. The cruelty of others never ceased to both surprise and depress you. Looking at Chelsea, you spoke. “Lani eventually freed him, right?”
Chelsea stared back at you, straight faced. “No. This is where the story takes a turn for the worst. After a week, Miss Ivy accidentally spilled fruit punch all over the cushion, and the squished professor, after class one day. The punch stained the cushion and the poor tiny’s skin, and thinking it was simply an old cushion, Miss Ivy lifted it off of the chair and threw it right into the trash.”
“WHAT?” You cried loudly, shocking even Chelsea.
“And Lani was standing there the whole time. Knowing she couldn’t tell Miss Ivy about the flatted tiny wrapped around her seat cushion without indicting herself of the crime, she kept quiet and watched as Miss Ivy tossed him away into the garbage. MY friend told me she sat there, with a damn smile on her face, as a environment club student bagged up the trash, and hauled it out to the school dumpster.” Chelsea paused. “No one ever saw him again.”
You seethed, your face burning bright red. “What punishment did Lani get for this? Someone throw her in the trash.”
Chelsea laughed without and true feeling. “I wish. No…she didn’t get in trouble at all. There was no hard evidence to connect her to the crime. Plus, I think her mom’s a major donor for Middletown, so it’d take serious clout to accuse her of anything.
“Worse, I heard she felt a bit of a high doing something like that and getting away with it. She’s a senior now, and from what I know, she’s been connected to nearly fifteen tiny disappearances, and probably more no one knows about. She’s pretty much untouchable, and all tinies instinctually stay far, far away from her. Though, I guess she just finds defiance like a challenge. Probably excites her.”
“Okay!” You threw up your hands. “Can we drop the subject. I can’t be responsible for my actions if you keep riling we up.”
Chelsea stifled a chuckle. “Yeah, you go stud! Beat her up, will ya!” She grinned, and you instantly felt a bit foolish. What could someone your size truly do to a giantess? “But, I’m sorry Tom. Didn’t mean to get so dark. Let me think of some more lighthearted stories…I’ve gotta have some.”
While Chelsea mused, your attention was drawn to some motion out of the corner of your eye. Looking over your best friend’s shoulder, you noted another girl enter the pool area. Short, cropped blonde hair with a single silver streak caught your eye, almost as much as her piercingly blue eyes and creamy white skin. Her curves were nothing to sneeze at either, impressive rack and rear end held tight by a frilly red two-piece that left little to the imagination.
Noting your distant gaze, Chelsea looked over her shoulder at the new girl. After a moment, she opened her mouth to speak.
What does she say?
Breaking the silence, you posed a question. “Any more stories you can tell me about the school?” You inquired, drawing an intrigued eye from the brunette giantess. “Your social media feeds keep you much more informed than I am.”
“Well, that’s fair.” Chelsea conceded. “Stories about what, though? My life isn’t particularly exciting outside of volleyball and the constant misadventures I get into with you.”
You bowed theatrically. “Glad I spice up your life Chelsea. I aim to please.”
Your beautiful dormmate stuck out her tongue mockingly. “Dork.” Stretching her arms out in front of her, the titanic girl arched her back and groaned in satisfaction, knocking the kinks out of her stiff joints. “Yeah, I have some stories about this school, if that interests you. They might be a bit rough, but…”
“Rough?”
“Uh, yeah.” Chelsea spared you a sympathetic smile. “Despite all the policies in place here, Middletown’s got a rough track record with keeping tinies safe. I mean, you had to have heard about the living quarters for tinies before the school implemented the custom-designed box dorms, right?”
“I haven’t, no.” You shook your head. Though you feared an unfortunate end to this tale, and your deepest sympathies went out to all your fellow tiny brethren, you were hooked.
Chelsea caught your intrigued stare, smiled, and continued. “From what I heard, tinies used to live in doll houses. Like, actual, legitimate doll houses they bought from toy stores or received as donations. Any tiny without a doll house was given, like, a tissue box or a shoe box.”
“Are you serious? No way a college like this could get away with that!”
“It was only for a year, or less, even! You bet people complained once it became common knowledge. Before then though, doll houses, tissue boxes, and shoe boxes were the norm, and to make matters more complicated, Middletown enforced a policy where the tiny had to sleep in their assigned dormmate’s room, not right outside the door.
“As one would reasonably expect, this was disastrous. I heard all about it from a friend. Some girls were creeped out by the doll houses in their rooms, and sold them off to pawn shops, having no idea their tiny dormmate was still inside! Other girls had their families with them on moving day, and I heard nearly twenty tinies were unknowingly stolen by curious little sisters confusing them for real dolls!”
“Geez, it must’ve been a mess!” You exclaimed, rubbing your chin. Grimacing, you continued. “Sure am glad I got here when I did.”
Chelsea nodded. “Yeah, but they might’ve been the luckiest tinies. I’ve heard rumors of tinies who got squished into their tissue boxes by oblivious dormmate’s filling the box, then used to…well…clean their noses later on. The tinies in shoe boxes…you can probably guess, but the school had a lot of trouble finding every single tiny-shaped insole or gum stain across campus.”
“This makes me appreciate those custom dorms they give us now a WHOLE lot more!” You laughed, though mostly from nervousness. You couldn’t imagine what the first batch of tinies at Middletown had to go through. How many precautions nowadays weren’t in place back then?
Dwelling on this thought for a moment, your concentration was broken upon noting Chelsea’s concerned expression. Seeing that you were looking at her, Chelsea sighed. “Talking about old times also reminded me of an even worse story an old friend told me about. It happened three years ago, I think.”
“Go on.” You urged, dread building up inside of you.
“There was this girl, her name was Lani, and it was her freshman year. Word is that she had a habit with pranking tinies, but one day a sorority sister dared her a hundred dollars to do something really bad to a tiny on campus. A bit of a thrill seeker, Lani took up the challenge, and ambushed her tiny physics professor after class one day.
“From there, I’m told she squished him flat, stretched him out into a wide disc, carried him off to a different class room, and fitted his squishy body over the seat cushion of the professor’s chair when she was out. His tan body blended in with the cushion, which was already tan, so not a soul could tell the difference other than Lani, who eagerly collected her hundred dollars from the sorority sister.”
You smacked your forehead in disappointment. “And, let me guess, when the teacher returned…”
“Yep.” Chelsea nodded glumly. “Plopped down right onto the poor guy without a second thought. My old friend told me the tiny suffered under the teacher’s ass for five days straight, each second further gluing him onto the cushion. To make matters more cruel, Lani chose a teacher named Miss Ivy, who the tiny actually had a crush on. She practically forced him to be buried under the ass of the woman he liked for a week!”
You frowned deeply, recalling a few similar incidents in your own life. The cruelty of others never ceased to both surprise and depress you. Looking at Chelsea, you spoke. “Lani eventually freed him, right?”
Chelsea stared back at you, straight faced. “No. This is where the story takes a turn for the worst. After a week, Miss Ivy accidentally spilled fruit punch all over the cushion, and the squished professor, after class one day. The punch stained the cushion and the poor tiny’s skin, and thinking it was simply an old cushion, Miss Ivy lifted it off of the chair and threw it right into the trash.”
“WHAT?” You cried loudly, shocking even Chelsea.
“And Lani was standing there the whole time. Knowing she couldn’t tell Miss Ivy about the flatted tiny wrapped around her seat cushion without indicting herself of the crime, she kept quiet and watched as Miss Ivy tossed him away into the garbage. MY friend told me she sat there, with a damn smile on her face, as a environment club student bagged up the trash, and hauled it out to the school dumpster.” Chelsea paused. “No one ever saw him again.”
You seethed, your face burning bright red. “What punishment did Lani get for this? Someone throw her in the trash.”
Chelsea laughed without and true feeling. “I wish. No…she didn’t get in trouble at all. There was no hard evidence to connect her to the crime. Plus, I think her mom’s a major donor for Middletown, so it’d take serious clout to accuse her of anything.
“Worse, I heard she felt a bit of a high doing something like that and getting away with it. She’s a senior now, and from what I know, she’s been connected to nearly fifteen tiny disappearances, and probably more no one knows about. She’s pretty much untouchable, and all tinies instinctually stay far, far away from her. Though, I guess she just finds defiance like a challenge. Probably excites her.”
“Okay!” You threw up your hands. “Can we drop the subject. I can’t be responsible for my actions if you keep riling we up.”
Chelsea stifled a chuckle. “Yeah, you go stud! Beat her up, will ya!” She grinned, and you instantly felt a bit foolish. What could someone your size truly do to a giantess? “But, I’m sorry Tom. Didn’t mean to get so dark. Let me think of some more lighthearted stories…I’ve gotta have some.”
While Chelsea mused, your attention was drawn to some motion out of the corner of your eye. Looking over your best friend’s shoulder, you noted another girl enter the pool area. Short, cropped blonde hair with a single silver streak caught your eye, almost as much as her piercingly blue eyes and creamy white skin. Her curves were nothing to sneeze at either, impressive rack and rear end held tight by a frilly red two-piece that left little to the imagination.
Noting your distant gaze, Chelsea looked over her shoulder at the new girl. After a moment, she opened her mouth to speak.
What does she say?
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