Search and Rescue
A Shrunken College Student
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
lifesaver
"What the hell? Is that you Tom?" despite your nearly completely smeared face by some stroke of absolute luck you were recognized, and by Chelsea nonetheless! You would have shouted for joy if you were in any way capable but unfortunately you had to be content with keeping your happiness bottled up for the time being. "Oh jeez Tom you're really squashed if you can't even talk, who did this to you?" Chelsea continued. You had no other way of communicating other than through you're eyes so you weren't sure why she even asked the question. Just thinking about Amy again and her harebrained scheme caused you to roll your eyes excessively, the one feature you still had control over. It seemed like the fates aligned once again as when Chelsea observed your obvious show of annoyance and exasperation her mind came to the conclusion that there could be only one girl to inspire that response in you.
"Amy did this??" She said. Your eyes lit up and you nearly wept tears of joy at how good it felt to be around an actually smart, aware giantess for once. Chelsea took this display as confirmation and she continued talking, "Oh shit was this one of her protests or something? But I don't get it why have you in the shape of a thong next to all this random junk..." Chelsea trailed off and her mouth fell open as she clearly realized the gravity of the situation. "Every one of these items is a tiny guy like you!" Chelsea exclaimed before looking away from you and back at the table, only to see one remaining girl eating the last spoonful of pudding. Every other item on the table had already been taken, or eaten. Her heart sunk as she processed the fact that Amy had inadvertently condemned literally dozens of tiny students to torture at the hands of so many unaware girls. Chelsea simply stood there, holding you in her hand attempting to understand the reasoning as to why Amy had thought this was a good idea in the first place.
A few minutes of contemplation later, well contemplation on Chelsea's part, mostly just laying around for you, she saw the doors to the nearby door swing open and Amy came out skipping happily back to her table. Chelsea just stared right at the bubbly girl, demonstrating an inappropriate amount of skin as she always did. Luckily, Amy wasn't quite ditsy enough to space out on her entire plan this time, so when she looked at her completely empty table she shrieked in horror. Now running up to the table she yelled out, "Oh my god what happened what happened? Where is everyone??" Chelsea looked at the girl for a second before responding,
"Amy. If what I think is true, is in fact true, then you just gave away a ton of guys to be used as clothing, food, and accessories for girls on campus. In WHAT way is that something a pro-tiny-rights activist like yourself should be doing??" Chelsea was exasperated but not yelling at the girl, which you appreciated as you knew Amy didn't take harsh criticism well at all.
Amy responded, "I had a bunch of guys volunteer to help me prove that it's easy for normal sized girls like us to recognize the tiny guys when they're stuck in a bad situation if we just pay attention! Then, oh god, I just went to the bathroom for no more than a minute I swear, and they were all gone! Oh no what have I done, now not only are they in danger but nobody got to learn from my protest! All that hard work for nothing!" Amy rambled on and on in her self-pitying, but simultaneously stupid manner as she acted like both her and all of you tiny guys were suffering equally for this mistake. Chelsea couldn't believe her ears, and just as she was ready to reprimand this ditsy girl she took a moment to realize that doing so wouldn't accomplish anything. They had to take action now and try to rescue everyone involved.
"Amy! Get a hold of yourself, you screwed up but that's okay! You can't change that now, what we can do is get as many of these guys back and safe as we can, got it?" Chelsea took charge and interrupted Amy's monologue. Amy listened for a moment before agreeing, "You're right, we can still salvage this situation! What do we do first??"
Chelsea responded, "We need to get a list of some kind of all the guys who were helping you with this protest? Is there any way you can figure that out?" Amy thought for a second, the reality was she absolutely did not remember which guy ended up plastered to what, but then a light bulb turned on in her brain. "My phone! I coordinated all of this through text! They even told me what they all felt comfortable being turned into! We just have to go to my dorm room and check my messages!" Amy exclaimed and both you and Chelsea breathed a sigh of relief. For once this girl had an idea that wasn't completely terrible. Quickly the two of them ran to her nearby dorm room, Chelsea still holding you tightly in her hand. The three of you reached your destination in no more than a minute and Amy closed the door behind you. Immediately she ran to her phone and opened it up. Scrolling through her texts she began to read them off.
"Alright here we go, we have Tom as the thong like you just said (already you were impressed by her remembering you, maybe this situation would work out better than you expected), Frank is a bikini top, Ricardo and Marco are on the soles of a pair of socks, Lucas is on the ass of the leggings, the chess team..." Amy went on and on describing each and every guy that had volunteered for this ridiculous protest. Chelsea couldn't believe her ears as Amy's list grew longer and longer, not understanding why so many men would want to be involved with such a terrible, risky idea. You took one look at Amy as she continued talking, seeing her nearly cartoonishly voluptuous curves, her beautiful face, and her revealing attire and pretty much figured out the answer to Chelsea's internal question.
Finally, Amy hit the end of her list, saying, "And all the men in the cooking club were... in the food... I had on the table." Amy looked understandably extra distraught about this last group, as they would be completely irretrievable by this point in time. The only thing you three could do was pray that these brave men would survive their trips through the girls' digestive systems and ultimately, you shuddered thinking about this last part, their toilets.
"Okay let's go start knocking on doors around here! If I'm correct then the vast majority of girls who took things, I mean the guys, from your table should be in this dorm building thankfully. The others are a bit too far to have gotten them considering how quickly the table was cleared." Chelsea laid out the plan as you grew even happier to have a competent giantess on your side.
Amy responded, "Great just give me one second and we can get started! Can I carry Tom though? This is all my fault and I feel like it's my duty to collect all of the guys." Chelsea seemed a bit hesitant, but nodded her head as her phone rang at that exact same time. She answered it swiftly and handed you over to Amy, turning away to talk. From what you could hear above you she was talking to another girl on her volleyball team. Meanwhile, Amy put you on the table next to her and you weren't really sure why. Then, nonchalantly, Amy hooked two fingers into her leggings and with some difficulty, began to peel them off of herself. Your eyes popped open in confusion as well as attraction, but what the hell was Amy doing this for? She was wasting precious time! Following that, Amy took it a step further and grabbed the straps of her thong, pulling it down just the same as the leggings. You were now panicking as you had no clue what the hell Amy was up to. Looking back at Chelsea you saw she was still turned around talking on the phone, not witnessing the striptease going on behind her. In a flash, Amy then grabbed your body, still shaped firmly like a thong as well, and said down to you, "Don't worry, Tom. I promise I'm going to get each of you back that I can!" Amy then lowered your body near the ground, slipping her massive feet through the holes between your arms and legs. You shivered with fear as you saw the absolute planet-sized buns now looming far above you. Amy began to pull you up her legs and you cried at this, yet another confusing and horrible twist of fate. But at that moment, your guardian angel hung up her phone call and turned around! Chelsea first made eye contact with you between Amy's legs, then turned her vision to Amy herself.
"AMY, why the HELL are you putting on Tom right now??" Chelsea was clearly just as confused as you. Amy responded quickly,
"Chelsea, I know this looks strange but I figured it would be the safest bet if I put on each article of clothing that I get back so I don't have any other chance of losing them! Then once I've collected them all I can just come back to my room and take them all off in once place!" Amy's reasoning was absolutely idiotic, at least from your and Chelsea's perspective. But in her mind it was a genius idea.
"Amy, that literally makes no sense, do NOT wear the guys. Just bring a bag and put them in it then bring them all back!" Chelsea refuted Amy's plan immediately before continuing, "God damn it I have to go though. We're having an impromptu practice I can't miss!" Chelsea opened Amy's door and shouted, "Seriously, don't wear them Amy! I'll be back later to help if you haven't rescued them all!" With that said Chelsea practically sprinted out the door as she was already late.
Amy looked down between her legs, seeing your tiny, still-squashed face looking back up at her. The gears in her head were evidently spinning as she came to a decision...
What does she decide?
"Amy did this??" She said. Your eyes lit up and you nearly wept tears of joy at how good it felt to be around an actually smart, aware giantess for once. Chelsea took this display as confirmation and she continued talking, "Oh shit was this one of her protests or something? But I don't get it why have you in the shape of a thong next to all this random junk..." Chelsea trailed off and her mouth fell open as she clearly realized the gravity of the situation. "Every one of these items is a tiny guy like you!" Chelsea exclaimed before looking away from you and back at the table, only to see one remaining girl eating the last spoonful of pudding. Every other item on the table had already been taken, or eaten. Her heart sunk as she processed the fact that Amy had inadvertently condemned literally dozens of tiny students to torture at the hands of so many unaware girls. Chelsea simply stood there, holding you in her hand attempting to understand the reasoning as to why Amy had thought this was a good idea in the first place.
A few minutes of contemplation later, well contemplation on Chelsea's part, mostly just laying around for you, she saw the doors to the nearby door swing open and Amy came out skipping happily back to her table. Chelsea just stared right at the bubbly girl, demonstrating an inappropriate amount of skin as she always did. Luckily, Amy wasn't quite ditsy enough to space out on her entire plan this time, so when she looked at her completely empty table she shrieked in horror. Now running up to the table she yelled out, "Oh my god what happened what happened? Where is everyone??" Chelsea looked at the girl for a second before responding,
"Amy. If what I think is true, is in fact true, then you just gave away a ton of guys to be used as clothing, food, and accessories for girls on campus. In WHAT way is that something a pro-tiny-rights activist like yourself should be doing??" Chelsea was exasperated but not yelling at the girl, which you appreciated as you knew Amy didn't take harsh criticism well at all.
Amy responded, "I had a bunch of guys volunteer to help me prove that it's easy for normal sized girls like us to recognize the tiny guys when they're stuck in a bad situation if we just pay attention! Then, oh god, I just went to the bathroom for no more than a minute I swear, and they were all gone! Oh no what have I done, now not only are they in danger but nobody got to learn from my protest! All that hard work for nothing!" Amy rambled on and on in her self-pitying, but simultaneously stupid manner as she acted like both her and all of you tiny guys were suffering equally for this mistake. Chelsea couldn't believe her ears, and just as she was ready to reprimand this ditsy girl she took a moment to realize that doing so wouldn't accomplish anything. They had to take action now and try to rescue everyone involved.
"Amy! Get a hold of yourself, you screwed up but that's okay! You can't change that now, what we can do is get as many of these guys back and safe as we can, got it?" Chelsea took charge and interrupted Amy's monologue. Amy listened for a moment before agreeing, "You're right, we can still salvage this situation! What do we do first??"
Chelsea responded, "We need to get a list of some kind of all the guys who were helping you with this protest? Is there any way you can figure that out?" Amy thought for a second, the reality was she absolutely did not remember which guy ended up plastered to what, but then a light bulb turned on in her brain. "My phone! I coordinated all of this through text! They even told me what they all felt comfortable being turned into! We just have to go to my dorm room and check my messages!" Amy exclaimed and both you and Chelsea breathed a sigh of relief. For once this girl had an idea that wasn't completely terrible. Quickly the two of them ran to her nearby dorm room, Chelsea still holding you tightly in her hand. The three of you reached your destination in no more than a minute and Amy closed the door behind you. Immediately she ran to her phone and opened it up. Scrolling through her texts she began to read them off.
"Alright here we go, we have Tom as the thong like you just said (already you were impressed by her remembering you, maybe this situation would work out better than you expected), Frank is a bikini top, Ricardo and Marco are on the soles of a pair of socks, Lucas is on the ass of the leggings, the chess team..." Amy went on and on describing each and every guy that had volunteered for this ridiculous protest. Chelsea couldn't believe her ears as Amy's list grew longer and longer, not understanding why so many men would want to be involved with such a terrible, risky idea. You took one look at Amy as she continued talking, seeing her nearly cartoonishly voluptuous curves, her beautiful face, and her revealing attire and pretty much figured out the answer to Chelsea's internal question.
Finally, Amy hit the end of her list, saying, "And all the men in the cooking club were... in the food... I had on the table." Amy looked understandably extra distraught about this last group, as they would be completely irretrievable by this point in time. The only thing you three could do was pray that these brave men would survive their trips through the girls' digestive systems and ultimately, you shuddered thinking about this last part, their toilets.
"Okay let's go start knocking on doors around here! If I'm correct then the vast majority of girls who took things, I mean the guys, from your table should be in this dorm building thankfully. The others are a bit too far to have gotten them considering how quickly the table was cleared." Chelsea laid out the plan as you grew even happier to have a competent giantess on your side.
Amy responded, "Great just give me one second and we can get started! Can I carry Tom though? This is all my fault and I feel like it's my duty to collect all of the guys." Chelsea seemed a bit hesitant, but nodded her head as her phone rang at that exact same time. She answered it swiftly and handed you over to Amy, turning away to talk. From what you could hear above you she was talking to another girl on her volleyball team. Meanwhile, Amy put you on the table next to her and you weren't really sure why. Then, nonchalantly, Amy hooked two fingers into her leggings and with some difficulty, began to peel them off of herself. Your eyes popped open in confusion as well as attraction, but what the hell was Amy doing this for? She was wasting precious time! Following that, Amy took it a step further and grabbed the straps of her thong, pulling it down just the same as the leggings. You were now panicking as you had no clue what the hell Amy was up to. Looking back at Chelsea you saw she was still turned around talking on the phone, not witnessing the striptease going on behind her. In a flash, Amy then grabbed your body, still shaped firmly like a thong as well, and said down to you, "Don't worry, Tom. I promise I'm going to get each of you back that I can!" Amy then lowered your body near the ground, slipping her massive feet through the holes between your arms and legs. You shivered with fear as you saw the absolute planet-sized buns now looming far above you. Amy began to pull you up her legs and you cried at this, yet another confusing and horrible twist of fate. But at that moment, your guardian angel hung up her phone call and turned around! Chelsea first made eye contact with you between Amy's legs, then turned her vision to Amy herself.
"AMY, why the HELL are you putting on Tom right now??" Chelsea was clearly just as confused as you. Amy responded quickly,
"Chelsea, I know this looks strange but I figured it would be the safest bet if I put on each article of clothing that I get back so I don't have any other chance of losing them! Then once I've collected them all I can just come back to my room and take them all off in once place!" Amy's reasoning was absolutely idiotic, at least from your and Chelsea's perspective. But in her mind it was a genius idea.
"Amy, that literally makes no sense, do NOT wear the guys. Just bring a bag and put them in it then bring them all back!" Chelsea refuted Amy's plan immediately before continuing, "God damn it I have to go though. We're having an impromptu practice I can't miss!" Chelsea opened Amy's door and shouted, "Seriously, don't wear them Amy! I'll be back later to help if you haven't rescued them all!" With that said Chelsea practically sprinted out the door as she was already late.
Amy looked down between her legs, seeing your tiny, still-squashed face looking back up at her. The gears in her head were evidently spinning as she came to a decision...
What does she decide?
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