Amy's "Educational" Display
A Shrunken College Student
chapter 7
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“Oh Tom!” Amy beamed, her beautiful face radiating innocent joy. You’d be tempted to feel that same joy, if life hadn’t taught you just how horribly Amy could (unintentionally) screw you over. “I actually could use your help with something kind of personal. It’s a plan I’ve been working on for a protest stand.”
“Protest stand?” You asked, calling up to her. Straining to hear you, Amy squatted down onto the floor next above you, her gargantuan breasts nearly blocking your view of her face, and her panty-covered crotch uncomfortably near you. “W-what…do you mean?” You stuttered, your eyes figuratively running in circles between Amy’s eyes, breasts, and crotch. She didn’t seem to notice at all.
“Yeah! Kinda like a…ya know…a protest stand! Like, to spread awareness about tinies on our campus! I want everyone to know how dangerous life at this university can be, and the new rules need to be put in place!” Amy rambled, her genuine enthusiasm for the college tinies was infectious. Despite her ditzy nature, she truly cared about all tinies, and she could be quite the persuasive public speaker.
“What was your idea for the stand? I’d love to help.” You inquired, lowering your guard. Amy’s eyes sparkled, and she leapt back to her feet. Turning to rummage in a drawer behind her, you balked at her juicy bubble butt jiggle to-and-fro as she pulled out what appeared to be a bikini top, a matching pair of socks, and a pack of gum.
Setting the objects she had retrieved down in front of you, Amy patiently looked at you, and expectant expression on her face. Turning your attention to the bikini top, your jaw hit the floor and your eyes widened. Inside the left cup of the bikini top was the squashed face of a tiny, and inside the right cup was the tiny’s crotch. On the sole of each sock you could make out a tan smeared, human-shaped body, and you could just barely see a few eyes or mouths on the pieces of “gum”.
“Amy…what the hell! These are all tinies!” You cried up to her, flabbergasted. Amy nodded, with a concerned look on her face.
“Yep, exactly.” The gigantic blonde pointed to each object in turn. “Frank from down the hall volunteered to be squished and molded into the bikini top. The twins, Ricardo and Marco, are smeared into the sole of the left and right sock, respectively. And, the entire chess club agreed to be shaped into these sticks of gum in this pack.”
“Wh…what? Volunteered? Agreed? What is going on?” You could barely speak, and Amy’s neutral expression honestly terrified you.
“It’s for the protest stand. My display is going to be about how easy it can be to identify a tiny in crisis if a giantess simply pays attention.” Amy explained. “Too many guys can spend days, or even weeks crushed or smushed in some terrible spot, because a girl hasn’t been trained to notice him. So, I asked my good, tiny friends for volunteers for this display. They’re doing their part, serving as visual aids for any student who comes by.”
“B-but…what happens if…”
“Speaking of which, Tom, you volunteered to!” Amy giggled, raising her fist above your body. “Thanks again for pitching in to make a difference!” She exclaimed, her voice drowning out your own petrified scream as Amy brought her fist down onto your body, demolishing your tiny frame and pancaking you flat in an instant. In one brief moment, Amy had sealed your fate. You were a part of this now, and you couldn’t do a thing about it.
Beginning to hum a little tune to herself, Amy carefully peeled your clothes off of you, leaving you stark naked. You mentally blushed bright red, though Amy seemed oblivious to this as she pinned your head beneath her slightly sweaty toes and yanked hard on your legs, stretching your body long and thin.
Once you were a desirable length, Amy pinched your arms and legs and stretched them even further away from your body. Looping your arms and legs, and squeezing them together at the ends, your busty giantess friend glued your hands and feet together with a small bottle of super glue from her desk. Of course, by this point, you knew full well what Amy had molded you into…a bikini thong!
This sadly wasn’t your first time being turned into a thong, which is how you recognized the shape Amy had formed you into. When you were younger, one of your sister’s friends (who had always picked on you) had thought it would be funny to turn you into a thong and slip you into your sister’s underwear drawer. Not only did you find it unfunny, but also painfully humiliating and embarrassing. You were only saved when your curious mother tried you on one day and her mammoth butt snapped the knots your sister’s mean friend had tied your limbs into.
This time, however, Amy had clearly stretched you out to a fairly large size, clearly intended to be able to support sizable derrieres. And just when you thought it was over, Amy licked her thumb and slammed it onto your mouth. Rubbing her finger back and forth as you mentally screamed, Amy succeeded in scrubbing your lips into a blurry smudge, rendering you incapable of speech.
“Whew! That was harder than I thought!” Amy wiped sweat from her brow. “You make a convincing bikini thong, Tom. Even more so now that I wiped away your mouth and took off your clothes. I did keep your eyes though, because I want the other students to be able to spot you and the rest of the guys. This is a learning exercise after all.”
Her flawed and quite problematic reasoning finished, Amy scooped you and all of the other tinies-turned-objects into one big plastic bag, wiggled some exceptionally tight leggings up her thick thighs, slipped on some flip-flops, and headed back outside. You could do nothing but be jostled back and forth in her bag as she walked, completely at her mercy, and wishing you had simply booked it from her room when you had had the chance earlier.
Once outside, Amy approached a wide table in the middle of a sunny courtyard which a helpful Student Council member had already set up for her. Dumping the contents of her plastic bag onto the table, you and every other volunteer tiny spilled out onto the table. Amy set up a huge sign that read “FREE! ANYONE WELCOME TO COME!”. Her ditzy brain preventing her from preparing anything else, Amy simply had that one sign.
She then spent a good ten minutes arranging every tiny on the table in terms of category. Some tinies were stuck to socks or the bottom of shoes, others in the gum pack you saw earlier, or mixed into small bowls of pudding or mashed potatoes, or trapped in a drink can. Several, like you, had been molded into articles of clothing. Still other tinies were stuck flat inside a textbook, wrapped around the eraser of a pencil, flattened to the back of leggings, stretched out into a hair band, and countless other surprising iterations of the same idea.
Though you couldn’t fault Amy for the decent idea, her execution was horrible, and you felt an incredible sense of impending dread reading her sign again. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Amy sitting on a stool behind the table, anxiously waiting for her first visitor. Her trademark nerd glasses were perfectly in place, and she had even remembered to not bring her phone, to stop herself from getting distracted.
Unfortunately, disaster still struck, as Amy suddenly jumped to her feet and ran off back towards the dorm building. She had been hit by the unexpected urge to relieve herself in the bathroom, and couldn’t control it. Still, she reasoned it would only take her a minute or two to use the toilet, and then she’d be back at her protest stand to educate her fellow peers on how to spot tinies in need.
Amy’s bathroom break would not normally have been so problematic, save for the fact that classes let out as soon as she disappeared inside the dorm. In under a minute, the courtyard was packed with girls strolling around. Some were off to the next class, some were heading back to their dorm rooms, and some were just enjoying the nice weather.
Regardless, it wasn’t long before a sizable crowd of giantesses had noticed the wide table crammed with random objects, and the giant sign hanging above it. Approaching the table with curiosity, the girls gathered around on all sides, their towering frames casting shadows over the poor, terrified tinies trapped or otherwise molded and squished by Amy. Each one of them prayed desperately for Amy to return, but to no avail. Amy was in the middle a pretty debilitating stomach cramp while relieving herself.
One girl's voice called out. "The sign says 'free'! It must be a second-hand shop giving away stuff!" A second and third voice agreed.
"Really awesome?" A fourth voice giggled. A fifth voice happily exclaimed in the back, and the chaos commenced.
All around you, girls began snatching up various objects that caught their attention. You began to scream mentally over and over, willing your body to reform, but to no success. To your left, a busty redhead grabbed tiny molded into a bra and the tiny shaped like a hairband. To your right, a toned athlete began trying on the socks with the tiny twins smeared into the soles. Behind you, a cheery sorority girl held out the pack of gum made up of the squished chess club members, and each sorority sister around her unknowingly crammed one of the tinies into their mouths and began chewing.
Just then, a smooth hand pressed down on your thong-shaped body, and you mentally tensed up in a panic. Straining your squished eyes to see through the shadowy figure, your attempts at identifying the girl grabbing you ended as she spoke.
What does the girl say (and who is it?)
“Protest stand?” You asked, calling up to her. Straining to hear you, Amy squatted down onto the floor next above you, her gargantuan breasts nearly blocking your view of her face, and her panty-covered crotch uncomfortably near you. “W-what…do you mean?” You stuttered, your eyes figuratively running in circles between Amy’s eyes, breasts, and crotch. She didn’t seem to notice at all.
“Yeah! Kinda like a…ya know…a protest stand! Like, to spread awareness about tinies on our campus! I want everyone to know how dangerous life at this university can be, and the new rules need to be put in place!” Amy rambled, her genuine enthusiasm for the college tinies was infectious. Despite her ditzy nature, she truly cared about all tinies, and she could be quite the persuasive public speaker.
“What was your idea for the stand? I’d love to help.” You inquired, lowering your guard. Amy’s eyes sparkled, and she leapt back to her feet. Turning to rummage in a drawer behind her, you balked at her juicy bubble butt jiggle to-and-fro as she pulled out what appeared to be a bikini top, a matching pair of socks, and a pack of gum.
Setting the objects she had retrieved down in front of you, Amy patiently looked at you, and expectant expression on her face. Turning your attention to the bikini top, your jaw hit the floor and your eyes widened. Inside the left cup of the bikini top was the squashed face of a tiny, and inside the right cup was the tiny’s crotch. On the sole of each sock you could make out a tan smeared, human-shaped body, and you could just barely see a few eyes or mouths on the pieces of “gum”.
“Amy…what the hell! These are all tinies!” You cried up to her, flabbergasted. Amy nodded, with a concerned look on her face.
“Yep, exactly.” The gigantic blonde pointed to each object in turn. “Frank from down the hall volunteered to be squished and molded into the bikini top. The twins, Ricardo and Marco, are smeared into the sole of the left and right sock, respectively. And, the entire chess club agreed to be shaped into these sticks of gum in this pack.”
“Wh…what? Volunteered? Agreed? What is going on?” You could barely speak, and Amy’s neutral expression honestly terrified you.
“It’s for the protest stand. My display is going to be about how easy it can be to identify a tiny in crisis if a giantess simply pays attention.” Amy explained. “Too many guys can spend days, or even weeks crushed or smushed in some terrible spot, because a girl hasn’t been trained to notice him. So, I asked my good, tiny friends for volunteers for this display. They’re doing their part, serving as visual aids for any student who comes by.”
“B-but…what happens if…”
“Speaking of which, Tom, you volunteered to!” Amy giggled, raising her fist above your body. “Thanks again for pitching in to make a difference!” She exclaimed, her voice drowning out your own petrified scream as Amy brought her fist down onto your body, demolishing your tiny frame and pancaking you flat in an instant. In one brief moment, Amy had sealed your fate. You were a part of this now, and you couldn’t do a thing about it.
Beginning to hum a little tune to herself, Amy carefully peeled your clothes off of you, leaving you stark naked. You mentally blushed bright red, though Amy seemed oblivious to this as she pinned your head beneath her slightly sweaty toes and yanked hard on your legs, stretching your body long and thin.
Once you were a desirable length, Amy pinched your arms and legs and stretched them even further away from your body. Looping your arms and legs, and squeezing them together at the ends, your busty giantess friend glued your hands and feet together with a small bottle of super glue from her desk. Of course, by this point, you knew full well what Amy had molded you into…a bikini thong!
This sadly wasn’t your first time being turned into a thong, which is how you recognized the shape Amy had formed you into. When you were younger, one of your sister’s friends (who had always picked on you) had thought it would be funny to turn you into a thong and slip you into your sister’s underwear drawer. Not only did you find it unfunny, but also painfully humiliating and embarrassing. You were only saved when your curious mother tried you on one day and her mammoth butt snapped the knots your sister’s mean friend had tied your limbs into.
This time, however, Amy had clearly stretched you out to a fairly large size, clearly intended to be able to support sizable derrieres. And just when you thought it was over, Amy licked her thumb and slammed it onto your mouth. Rubbing her finger back and forth as you mentally screamed, Amy succeeded in scrubbing your lips into a blurry smudge, rendering you incapable of speech.
“Whew! That was harder than I thought!” Amy wiped sweat from her brow. “You make a convincing bikini thong, Tom. Even more so now that I wiped away your mouth and took off your clothes. I did keep your eyes though, because I want the other students to be able to spot you and the rest of the guys. This is a learning exercise after all.”
Her flawed and quite problematic reasoning finished, Amy scooped you and all of the other tinies-turned-objects into one big plastic bag, wiggled some exceptionally tight leggings up her thick thighs, slipped on some flip-flops, and headed back outside. You could do nothing but be jostled back and forth in her bag as she walked, completely at her mercy, and wishing you had simply booked it from her room when you had had the chance earlier.
Once outside, Amy approached a wide table in the middle of a sunny courtyard which a helpful Student Council member had already set up for her. Dumping the contents of her plastic bag onto the table, you and every other volunteer tiny spilled out onto the table. Amy set up a huge sign that read “FREE! ANYONE WELCOME TO COME!”. Her ditzy brain preventing her from preparing anything else, Amy simply had that one sign.
She then spent a good ten minutes arranging every tiny on the table in terms of category. Some tinies were stuck to socks or the bottom of shoes, others in the gum pack you saw earlier, or mixed into small bowls of pudding or mashed potatoes, or trapped in a drink can. Several, like you, had been molded into articles of clothing. Still other tinies were stuck flat inside a textbook, wrapped around the eraser of a pencil, flattened to the back of leggings, stretched out into a hair band, and countless other surprising iterations of the same idea.
Though you couldn’t fault Amy for the decent idea, her execution was horrible, and you felt an incredible sense of impending dread reading her sign again. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Amy sitting on a stool behind the table, anxiously waiting for her first visitor. Her trademark nerd glasses were perfectly in place, and she had even remembered to not bring her phone, to stop herself from getting distracted.
Unfortunately, disaster still struck, as Amy suddenly jumped to her feet and ran off back towards the dorm building. She had been hit by the unexpected urge to relieve herself in the bathroom, and couldn’t control it. Still, she reasoned it would only take her a minute or two to use the toilet, and then she’d be back at her protest stand to educate her fellow peers on how to spot tinies in need.
Amy’s bathroom break would not normally have been so problematic, save for the fact that classes let out as soon as she disappeared inside the dorm. In under a minute, the courtyard was packed with girls strolling around. Some were off to the next class, some were heading back to their dorm rooms, and some were just enjoying the nice weather.
Regardless, it wasn’t long before a sizable crowd of giantesses had noticed the wide table crammed with random objects, and the giant sign hanging above it. Approaching the table with curiosity, the girls gathered around on all sides, their towering frames casting shadows over the poor, terrified tinies trapped or otherwise molded and squished by Amy. Each one of them prayed desperately for Amy to return, but to no avail. Amy was in the middle a pretty debilitating stomach cramp while relieving herself.
One girl's voice called out. "The sign says 'free'! It must be a second-hand shop giving away stuff!" A second and third voice agreed.
"Really awesome?" A fourth voice giggled. A fifth voice happily exclaimed in the back, and the chaos commenced.
All around you, girls began snatching up various objects that caught their attention. You began to scream mentally over and over, willing your body to reform, but to no success. To your left, a busty redhead grabbed tiny molded into a bra and the tiny shaped like a hairband. To your right, a toned athlete began trying on the socks with the tiny twins smeared into the soles. Behind you, a cheery sorority girl held out the pack of gum made up of the squished chess club members, and each sorority sister around her unknowingly crammed one of the tinies into their mouths and began chewing.
Just then, a smooth hand pressed down on your thong-shaped body, and you mentally tensed up in a panic. Straining your squished eyes to see through the shadowy figure, your attempts at identifying the girl grabbing you ended as she spoke.
What does the girl say (and who is it?)
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