Supporting Amy's activism from behind
A Shrunken College Student
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
hetathere
As Amy left Sally’s Southern Delight, her colossal cheeks wobbled to-and-fro behind her creating a relentless wave of motion that shook your world. This violently rippling flesh made it impossible to focus your thoughts on anything other than the continual sway of her massive hips. This gentle swaying occasionally disrupted by a massive shockwave barreling up her leg and resonating throughout her globular cheeks each time one of her feet struck the ground.
Amy remained oblivious to the world around her as she approached the bus stop, focused on her phone and the music playing through her AirPods. When she arrived at the seemingly empty bus stop, Amy failed to notice the "Tinies Only" sign next the left side of the bench, as well as the yellow and black outline on the seat designating the area as such. Without looking up from her phone, she casually strolled in front of the affected section of the bench. With a rapid twirl on her heel, she presented her shapely rear to the seat, where an affected man had been standing. His attempts to call out were drowned by the music, and within moments, her expansive posterior completely engulfed him beneath her left cheek. As she settled onto the bench, her immense behind spread outward, completely covering the Tiny Only section.
Amy’s attention was brough back to the real world after a few minutes, as another woman approached the bus stop and noticed Amy’s mistake. She gently tapped Amy on the shoulder, drawing her attention away from her phone. “Excuse me,” the woman said, her voice soft yet firm, “I think you might have missed the ‘Tinies Only’ sign.”
Amy blinked in surprise, pulling out her AirPods and glancing up. Her eyes widened as she saw the sign she had overlooked. A brief blush covered her face, and she quickly stood up, her behind reverberating with the sudden movement. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” Amy exclaimed, her voice tinged with embarrassment. She peered down at the bench, her gaze sweeping over the empty seat, not realizing the tiny had already become adhered to her rear.
The other woman also looked at the seat, satisfied that it was empty. “It’s lucky no one was there,” she said. “You might have accidentally sat on a tiny. That would have been terrible!”
Amy’s face turned a deeper shade of red. “I’m mortified,” she admitted. “I always feel awful when I accidentally sit on a tiny. I don’t know how I missed the sign.”
With a deep sigh of relief that she hadn’t squished any tinies yet that day, Amy guided her titanic derrière toward the normal-sized section of the bench. Her hips swayed as she turned to face away from the seat and her bulbous behind jiggled softly as she loomed ominously over the bench. A brief moment of stillness was broken as Amy allowed gravity to take hold of her rear. Your meteoric descent attached to the soft, creamy flesh was both abrupt and overwhelming. By the time you had processed the sensation of falling, her massive form collided with the bench with a resounding thud. The impact was jarring, sending a shockwave of pressure through the bench as her cheeks and thighs splayed out over the smooth wooden seat. As she settled, her enormous rear continued to jiggle and rebound for several seconds. Each bounce resulting in a momentary relief in pressure as she rose slightly from the seat, only for the pressure to massively increase as her weight can crashing back down.
When the bus finally arrived, Amy stands up and shuffles aboard. She carefully walks down the bus aisle, trying to avoid her wide hips and rear from bumping onto anyone. She continues until she finds a seat and unceremoniously settles her bottom heavily upon it. From your perspective flattened beneath Amy’s ginormous cheek, the bus ride was a bumpy and torturous nightmare, with every jolt and turn shifting her behemoth form back and forth from one cheek to the other. A particularly large pothole caused the bus to lurch dramatically. Amy's rear momentarily lifting from the seat, her cheeks jiggling and undulating in the air before crashing back down with a muffled thwump.
During the ride, Amy scrolls through her social media feed, her attention absorbed by posts about tinies who have been stuck and flattened in distressing situations. She reads with growing concern, a pang of sympathy swelling within her, oblivious to the irony of her current situation. Her eyes widen behind her glasses slightly, and she thinks to herself: “That’s horrible! Those poor tinies, completely ignored by those around who could have helped them!” Amy’s attention on social media persisted until she heard the squeaky brakes of the bus engage and her body lean forward slightly as the bus decelerates to a stop outside the Student Center.
Amy stood up from her seat following the sliding doors of the bus being opened. As she walked toward the door, she remained oblivious to the flattened seat cushion she left in her wake. The seat, slowly but with great struggle, tried to regain its original, plush shape.
Once outside of the bus, Amy couldn’t help but notice all the tinies and non-affected individuals walking in through the main entrance of the Student Center. The scene piqued her curiosity. How many times had a tiny ended up crushed underfoot at that specific entrance? Shouldn’t there be better accommodation to protect the tinies? A plan came to mind to try to answer her questions. Amy decided it would be a good idea to secretly observe the entrance and make note of any precarious situations and go help.
Crossing the street, Amy tried to find a good lookout spot. She quickly found a small stretch of grass by the stone stairs of an old dormitory, which had recently been converted into a Tiny Only residence. A couple of bushes and a nearby tree provided her with something to hide behind as she spied on the Student Center. As she leaned forward to peer around the tree, her rear stuck out behind her in a near jaw-dropping display. Little did she realize, directly behind her was a windowed reading nook that currently contained a group of tinies working on a project. She awkwardly backed up to rest her expansive posterior against the pollen-coated glass, pressing her massive cheeks against it. The tinies inside the nook watched in horror and sprung to action as her cheeks spread and deformed over the glass, the two flattened tinies trapped and prominently displayed in the center of each rotund cheek. Some of the tinies try to bang on the glass to get her attention, and others run out front to warn her.
Amy, still oblivious to the commotion going on behind her, suddenly noticed an Asian woman walking briskly while engrossed in her phone. The woman’s sneaker-clad foot rising up in the air and pounding a tiny into the pavement who had the misfortune to find himself in her path. The tiny was now stuck to the bottom of her shoe, desperately wriggling in a futile attempt to free himself.
Jumping into action, Amy pulled herself away from the glass window with a sharp, disorienting jolt. Her massive cheeks left behind clear, pristine prints on the glass where they had pressed against it. The pollen that had previously coated the glass was now stuck to her leggings, leaving two large, buttock-shaped clearings on the glass. The tiny who had been moments ago been pressed against her left cheek was now stuck flattened in the middle of an imprint.
As Amy stood up straight, her rear jiggling and shifting as she prepared to run across the street. Her colossal behind wobbled with every movement, each step causing her cheeks to bounce and quiver against one another. What she lacked in athleticism she made up for with a surprising urgency as she quickly crossed the street trying to catch up to the Asian woman.
Where are you while this is happening?
Amy remained oblivious to the world around her as she approached the bus stop, focused on her phone and the music playing through her AirPods. When she arrived at the seemingly empty bus stop, Amy failed to notice the "Tinies Only" sign next the left side of the bench, as well as the yellow and black outline on the seat designating the area as such. Without looking up from her phone, she casually strolled in front of the affected section of the bench. With a rapid twirl on her heel, she presented her shapely rear to the seat, where an affected man had been standing. His attempts to call out were drowned by the music, and within moments, her expansive posterior completely engulfed him beneath her left cheek. As she settled onto the bench, her immense behind spread outward, completely covering the Tiny Only section.
Amy’s attention was brough back to the real world after a few minutes, as another woman approached the bus stop and noticed Amy’s mistake. She gently tapped Amy on the shoulder, drawing her attention away from her phone. “Excuse me,” the woman said, her voice soft yet firm, “I think you might have missed the ‘Tinies Only’ sign.”
Amy blinked in surprise, pulling out her AirPods and glancing up. Her eyes widened as she saw the sign she had overlooked. A brief blush covered her face, and she quickly stood up, her behind reverberating with the sudden movement. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” Amy exclaimed, her voice tinged with embarrassment. She peered down at the bench, her gaze sweeping over the empty seat, not realizing the tiny had already become adhered to her rear.
The other woman also looked at the seat, satisfied that it was empty. “It’s lucky no one was there,” she said. “You might have accidentally sat on a tiny. That would have been terrible!”
Amy’s face turned a deeper shade of red. “I’m mortified,” she admitted. “I always feel awful when I accidentally sit on a tiny. I don’t know how I missed the sign.”
With a deep sigh of relief that she hadn’t squished any tinies yet that day, Amy guided her titanic derrière toward the normal-sized section of the bench. Her hips swayed as she turned to face away from the seat and her bulbous behind jiggled softly as she loomed ominously over the bench. A brief moment of stillness was broken as Amy allowed gravity to take hold of her rear. Your meteoric descent attached to the soft, creamy flesh was both abrupt and overwhelming. By the time you had processed the sensation of falling, her massive form collided with the bench with a resounding thud. The impact was jarring, sending a shockwave of pressure through the bench as her cheeks and thighs splayed out over the smooth wooden seat. As she settled, her enormous rear continued to jiggle and rebound for several seconds. Each bounce resulting in a momentary relief in pressure as she rose slightly from the seat, only for the pressure to massively increase as her weight can crashing back down.
When the bus finally arrived, Amy stands up and shuffles aboard. She carefully walks down the bus aisle, trying to avoid her wide hips and rear from bumping onto anyone. She continues until she finds a seat and unceremoniously settles her bottom heavily upon it. From your perspective flattened beneath Amy’s ginormous cheek, the bus ride was a bumpy and torturous nightmare, with every jolt and turn shifting her behemoth form back and forth from one cheek to the other. A particularly large pothole caused the bus to lurch dramatically. Amy's rear momentarily lifting from the seat, her cheeks jiggling and undulating in the air before crashing back down with a muffled thwump.
During the ride, Amy scrolls through her social media feed, her attention absorbed by posts about tinies who have been stuck and flattened in distressing situations. She reads with growing concern, a pang of sympathy swelling within her, oblivious to the irony of her current situation. Her eyes widen behind her glasses slightly, and she thinks to herself: “That’s horrible! Those poor tinies, completely ignored by those around who could have helped them!” Amy’s attention on social media persisted until she heard the squeaky brakes of the bus engage and her body lean forward slightly as the bus decelerates to a stop outside the Student Center.
Amy stood up from her seat following the sliding doors of the bus being opened. As she walked toward the door, she remained oblivious to the flattened seat cushion she left in her wake. The seat, slowly but with great struggle, tried to regain its original, plush shape.
Once outside of the bus, Amy couldn’t help but notice all the tinies and non-affected individuals walking in through the main entrance of the Student Center. The scene piqued her curiosity. How many times had a tiny ended up crushed underfoot at that specific entrance? Shouldn’t there be better accommodation to protect the tinies? A plan came to mind to try to answer her questions. Amy decided it would be a good idea to secretly observe the entrance and make note of any precarious situations and go help.
Crossing the street, Amy tried to find a good lookout spot. She quickly found a small stretch of grass by the stone stairs of an old dormitory, which had recently been converted into a Tiny Only residence. A couple of bushes and a nearby tree provided her with something to hide behind as she spied on the Student Center. As she leaned forward to peer around the tree, her rear stuck out behind her in a near jaw-dropping display. Little did she realize, directly behind her was a windowed reading nook that currently contained a group of tinies working on a project. She awkwardly backed up to rest her expansive posterior against the pollen-coated glass, pressing her massive cheeks against it. The tinies inside the nook watched in horror and sprung to action as her cheeks spread and deformed over the glass, the two flattened tinies trapped and prominently displayed in the center of each rotund cheek. Some of the tinies try to bang on the glass to get her attention, and others run out front to warn her.
Amy, still oblivious to the commotion going on behind her, suddenly noticed an Asian woman walking briskly while engrossed in her phone. The woman’s sneaker-clad foot rising up in the air and pounding a tiny into the pavement who had the misfortune to find himself in her path. The tiny was now stuck to the bottom of her shoe, desperately wriggling in a futile attempt to free himself.
Jumping into action, Amy pulled herself away from the glass window with a sharp, disorienting jolt. Her massive cheeks left behind clear, pristine prints on the glass where they had pressed against it. The pollen that had previously coated the glass was now stuck to her leggings, leaving two large, buttock-shaped clearings on the glass. The tiny who had been moments ago been pressed against her left cheek was now stuck flattened in the middle of an imprint.
As Amy stood up straight, her rear jiggling and shifting as she prepared to run across the street. Her colossal behind wobbled with every movement, each step causing her cheeks to bounce and quiver against one another. What she lacked in athleticism she made up for with a surprising urgency as she quickly crossed the street trying to catch up to the Asian woman.
Where are you while this is happening?
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March 28, 2025
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