Cam-PAIN in Amy's Ass
A Shrunken College Student
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
worstfailure
"Dean Chamberlain!" Amy declared loudly. "I'd like to schedule an important speech, and invite Thomas Swift's family!"
You'd only seen the Dean sparingly during your first semester and had never spoken with her one-on-one. On the surface she certainly seemed warm and caring, a far cry from her haughty snob of a daughter. On the one hand she seemed like a reasonable woman, the rules in place at Middletown University were very strict when it came to harming tiny students intentionally and she allowed Amy to petition for tiny rights. On the other hand, she turned a blind eye to her daughter tormenting tinies for fun and you'd heard rumors she'd even gotten teachers fired for reporting it or punishing tinies for "slandering" her daughter unless they backed down. You had no idea if she was a good person who happened to be an overprotective mother with a blindspot for her bratty daughter, or if she was just as bad as Jessica but much better at hiding it. Both Jessica and her mother came from old money, and the safety procedures in place for tiny students weren't as robust as they were in other colleges. You were sure the rumors about the Dean pocketing the money meant for improvements were just that, rumors, but given that your fate was in her hands, you couldn't stop those dark rumors from coming to the forefront of your mind.
There was no hint of malice on the Dean's face, however, as she smiled at Amy. She looked just like Jessica, only twenty years older, not as slim, and far more curvy. She wore a dark suit and skirt. Looking at her calm and composed reaction now, Amy was reminded of how the woman had curtailed her protest during orientation, effortlessly deflecting her attempts at confrontation with unexpected politeness. It looked like she was about to do the same thing again, only this time Amy was ready for her!
"Miss Baker," Dean Chamberlain said warmly. "I thought you might be popping by today. My daughter just told me--"
"Enough chitchat, Dean!" Amy said. She'd hyped herself up for this and she wasn't going to lose her momentum. "I didn't come here to shoot the breeze with a bigwig lording up from on high in her ivory league tower! You may be able to ignore the suffering of the downtrodden tinies, but I can't!" Amy said, not realizing she'd literally trodden on multiple tinies in her haste to get here. "The tiny student body of this campus has been silenced for too long! I'm here to act as the voice for those who can't speak for themselves! Voices like Thomas Swift!"
Not only were you stewing in the dank darkness of Amy's ample ass, but you were also stewing in frustration that Amy apparently forgot the only reason you were voiceless was because she literally wiped away your mouth!
"Miss Baker--"
"No excuses, Dean! I want you to sit there and look into the face of a tiny your administration has failed!" Before anyone could stop her, Amy turned around, hiked up her skirt, and bent forward, effectively mooning the Dean by showing off her bare, pale, doughy cheeks. "Explain yourself to him!"
Amy expected the Dean to grovel on her knees and apologize to Tom. What she did not expect was a mild, "Huh. He is really up in there."
"Yeah," Jessica agreed, grinning wickedly, "other than the tan lines around her hips, you really wouldn't think she's wearing underwear at all."
"That young man sure has his work cut out for him supporting all that," her mother said.
"What?" Amy asked, confused at Dean Chamberlain's reaction.
The Dean smiled and shook her head like an understanding parent, "Amy, Amy, Amy. I'm on your side!"
Amy stood up straight. "Y-you are?"
"Jessica told me everything about your movement."
"She did?"
"And I agree with you 110%!"
"You do?!" Amy actually sounded a little disappointed that she wouldn't get to debate the Dean after getting herself all pumped up.
"Of course, I do," Dean Chamberlain smiled. "You're a very wise young woman. I've always admired your passion for activism. And Middletown University prides itself on being a progressive institution. We would never dream about interfering in the lives of two consenting adults. In fact, it breaks my heart that students like Tim--"
"Tom."
"Tom were forced to live their lives in fear of being ostracized by the community. You must feel so honored that of all the people he could've chosen to dedicate his life to, he chose you. You're one special lady."
The Dean's words moved her. Amy thought about the years you must've felt living in fear and how she and she alone was the one you wanted to be with. It brought tears of happiness to Amy's eyes. Amy felt such a swell of affection towards you at that moment she wanted to hug you more than anything, but she didn't want to insensitively rip you away from your new home now that you'd just gotten settled. So she hugged you the only way she could think of. She clenched her butt cheeks together as tightly as she possibly could, picturing them giving you the biggest bearhug imaginable. From your point of view it was like being crushed between two pillowy trash compactors dedicated to pulverizing you into a shape that could never be recognized as human. Amy sniffled and wiped away the tears under her just-for-show nerd glasses, all the while taking the time to squeeze you over and over again.
As Amy composed herself, Jessica got up and offered Amy her seat with a grin. Amy smiled at her "friend" and began to sit down, however her cheeks were so colossal that she had to forcefully press them down to get them past the wooden armrests and even then her ass filled up every inch of available space in the chair, crushing you painfully like a vice, driving your face further into the dark, sweaty confines of her crack. The pain continued to rack your body as Amy wiggled her hindquarters to get as comfy as she could in the tight seat. The chair creaked and groaned in protest under the weight of her planetary posterior and titanic thunder thighs, giving voice to the pain you couldn't because of your missing mouth. Though Amy's skirt hadn't managed to stay down as she wedged herself into the chair, Dean Chamberlain acted like there was nothing out of the ordinary with Amy's practically bare lower body.
"Now, Miss Baker, you mentioned something about a speech? And you want Mr. Swift's family to attend?"
"Yeah!" Amy said, happy to be reminded of why she'd first come here. "Thomas has chosen not to pursue a normal life, but instead to spend his life as my thong. He has embraced the squishy part of his nature and I don't want him, or any other tiny who wants to dedicate their lives being used by a woman or women, to be looked down upon! I want all of Tom's family to be there so they can see the life he's chosen for himself and how he, and millions of other tinies, suffer by being forced to conform to society's expectations for them to live like "normal" people even though they're tiny. If his family realizes that living up my ass is where he belongs and can achieve his greatest potential, it will inspire countless other tinies struggling with these same issues to confess to their loved ones and take the first steps to achieve happiness like Tom has! But it can't just be Tom's family, he wants everyone to know about this important issue! The entire school should come! Make the speech mandatory and get news crews to film it so they can spread the word across the globe! We need to inform everyone about a tiny's fundamental human right to be equal by being used!"
"That sounds like a marvelous idea, Amy," the Dean said pleasantly. "I have plenty of contacts, I'm sure I can get some news stations to broadcast the story and invite reporters to put it in the paper."
"And I can livestream it and get my friends to promote it online because nobody reads newspapers anymore!" Jessica said, earning an eye roll from her mother.
"But as for making it mandatory," the Dean said slowly, "I don't think that'll be possible. The stadium's the largest venue we have and not every student will be able to attend."
"Oh," Amy said, sounding crestfallen, like having her campaign only being broadcast on television, written about in newspapers, and trending online meant nothing if she couldn't force every member of school to be in one packed stadium as well.
"How about we incentivize people to come?" Jessica chimed in. "An automatic 10% increase for Comm 101? It's a mandatory class to graduate and it deals with tiny-regular-sized people relations anyway. This'll be like extra credit. And for those who've already passed that one, a 5% increase to their grade in the class of their choosing. And for those who can't make it, we'll have it on tape, keep the offer ongoing and give the increase to anyone who attends a special class to watch the video. They'd have to be crazy to not show up!"
"That's brilliant, Jess!" Amy beamed.
"I agree," Dean Chamberlain said. Jessica smiled. She'd already failed Comm 101 twice because she kept getting points deducted for messing with the tinies in her class. "Now the only question left is when should we schedule the assembly?"
"Well, we need at least a few days to prepare. How about... this Saturday, 3 pm?" Jessica said as if picking a time and date at random.
"Isn't Saturday the day of the away game for the girls volleyball team against Topcity Academy? We have Sunday free--"
"Mom," Jessica said sternly. "Surely you're not saying the rights of tinies come second to a sports game, are you?"
"Yeah!" Amy huffed indignantly.
Dean Chamberlain arched an eyebrow at her daughter, but decided to trust her judgement and raised her hands in defeat. "You've convinced me! I'll make the calls so everything is ready this Saturday. I just have on question for you, Miss Baker. How far are you willing to go for this movement?"
Amy smiled defiantly. "Tom's never leaving my ass, I'll even fight the Supreme Court to make that a reality!"
You'd only seen the Dean sparingly during your first semester and had never spoken with her one-on-one. On the surface she certainly seemed warm and caring, a far cry from her haughty snob of a daughter. On the one hand she seemed like a reasonable woman, the rules in place at Middletown University were very strict when it came to harming tiny students intentionally and she allowed Amy to petition for tiny rights. On the other hand, she turned a blind eye to her daughter tormenting tinies for fun and you'd heard rumors she'd even gotten teachers fired for reporting it or punishing tinies for "slandering" her daughter unless they backed down. You had no idea if she was a good person who happened to be an overprotective mother with a blindspot for her bratty daughter, or if she was just as bad as Jessica but much better at hiding it. Both Jessica and her mother came from old money, and the safety procedures in place for tiny students weren't as robust as they were in other colleges. You were sure the rumors about the Dean pocketing the money meant for improvements were just that, rumors, but given that your fate was in her hands, you couldn't stop those dark rumors from coming to the forefront of your mind.
There was no hint of malice on the Dean's face, however, as she smiled at Amy. She looked just like Jessica, only twenty years older, not as slim, and far more curvy. She wore a dark suit and skirt. Looking at her calm and composed reaction now, Amy was reminded of how the woman had curtailed her protest during orientation, effortlessly deflecting her attempts at confrontation with unexpected politeness. It looked like she was about to do the same thing again, only this time Amy was ready for her!
"Miss Baker," Dean Chamberlain said warmly. "I thought you might be popping by today. My daughter just told me--"
"Enough chitchat, Dean!" Amy said. She'd hyped herself up for this and she wasn't going to lose her momentum. "I didn't come here to shoot the breeze with a bigwig lording up from on high in her ivory league tower! You may be able to ignore the suffering of the downtrodden tinies, but I can't!" Amy said, not realizing she'd literally trodden on multiple tinies in her haste to get here. "The tiny student body of this campus has been silenced for too long! I'm here to act as the voice for those who can't speak for themselves! Voices like Thomas Swift!"
Not only were you stewing in the dank darkness of Amy's ample ass, but you were also stewing in frustration that Amy apparently forgot the only reason you were voiceless was because she literally wiped away your mouth!
"Miss Baker--"
"No excuses, Dean! I want you to sit there and look into the face of a tiny your administration has failed!" Before anyone could stop her, Amy turned around, hiked up her skirt, and bent forward, effectively mooning the Dean by showing off her bare, pale, doughy cheeks. "Explain yourself to him!"
Amy expected the Dean to grovel on her knees and apologize to Tom. What she did not expect was a mild, "Huh. He is really up in there."
"Yeah," Jessica agreed, grinning wickedly, "other than the tan lines around her hips, you really wouldn't think she's wearing underwear at all."
"That young man sure has his work cut out for him supporting all that," her mother said.
"What?" Amy asked, confused at Dean Chamberlain's reaction.
The Dean smiled and shook her head like an understanding parent, "Amy, Amy, Amy. I'm on your side!"
Amy stood up straight. "Y-you are?"
"Jessica told me everything about your movement."
"She did?"
"And I agree with you 110%!"
"You do?!" Amy actually sounded a little disappointed that she wouldn't get to debate the Dean after getting herself all pumped up.
"Of course, I do," Dean Chamberlain smiled. "You're a very wise young woman. I've always admired your passion for activism. And Middletown University prides itself on being a progressive institution. We would never dream about interfering in the lives of two consenting adults. In fact, it breaks my heart that students like Tim--"
"Tom."
"Tom were forced to live their lives in fear of being ostracized by the community. You must feel so honored that of all the people he could've chosen to dedicate his life to, he chose you. You're one special lady."
The Dean's words moved her. Amy thought about the years you must've felt living in fear and how she and she alone was the one you wanted to be with. It brought tears of happiness to Amy's eyes. Amy felt such a swell of affection towards you at that moment she wanted to hug you more than anything, but she didn't want to insensitively rip you away from your new home now that you'd just gotten settled. So she hugged you the only way she could think of. She clenched her butt cheeks together as tightly as she possibly could, picturing them giving you the biggest bearhug imaginable. From your point of view it was like being crushed between two pillowy trash compactors dedicated to pulverizing you into a shape that could never be recognized as human. Amy sniffled and wiped away the tears under her just-for-show nerd glasses, all the while taking the time to squeeze you over and over again.
As Amy composed herself, Jessica got up and offered Amy her seat with a grin. Amy smiled at her "friend" and began to sit down, however her cheeks were so colossal that she had to forcefully press them down to get them past the wooden armrests and even then her ass filled up every inch of available space in the chair, crushing you painfully like a vice, driving your face further into the dark, sweaty confines of her crack. The pain continued to rack your body as Amy wiggled her hindquarters to get as comfy as she could in the tight seat. The chair creaked and groaned in protest under the weight of her planetary posterior and titanic thunder thighs, giving voice to the pain you couldn't because of your missing mouth. Though Amy's skirt hadn't managed to stay down as she wedged herself into the chair, Dean Chamberlain acted like there was nothing out of the ordinary with Amy's practically bare lower body.
"Now, Miss Baker, you mentioned something about a speech? And you want Mr. Swift's family to attend?"
"Yeah!" Amy said, happy to be reminded of why she'd first come here. "Thomas has chosen not to pursue a normal life, but instead to spend his life as my thong. He has embraced the squishy part of his nature and I don't want him, or any other tiny who wants to dedicate their lives being used by a woman or women, to be looked down upon! I want all of Tom's family to be there so they can see the life he's chosen for himself and how he, and millions of other tinies, suffer by being forced to conform to society's expectations for them to live like "normal" people even though they're tiny. If his family realizes that living up my ass is where he belongs and can achieve his greatest potential, it will inspire countless other tinies struggling with these same issues to confess to their loved ones and take the first steps to achieve happiness like Tom has! But it can't just be Tom's family, he wants everyone to know about this important issue! The entire school should come! Make the speech mandatory and get news crews to film it so they can spread the word across the globe! We need to inform everyone about a tiny's fundamental human right to be equal by being used!"
"That sounds like a marvelous idea, Amy," the Dean said pleasantly. "I have plenty of contacts, I'm sure I can get some news stations to broadcast the story and invite reporters to put it in the paper."
"And I can livestream it and get my friends to promote it online because nobody reads newspapers anymore!" Jessica said, earning an eye roll from her mother.
"But as for making it mandatory," the Dean said slowly, "I don't think that'll be possible. The stadium's the largest venue we have and not every student will be able to attend."
"Oh," Amy said, sounding crestfallen, like having her campaign only being broadcast on television, written about in newspapers, and trending online meant nothing if she couldn't force every member of school to be in one packed stadium as well.
"How about we incentivize people to come?" Jessica chimed in. "An automatic 10% increase for Comm 101? It's a mandatory class to graduate and it deals with tiny-regular-sized people relations anyway. This'll be like extra credit. And for those who've already passed that one, a 5% increase to their grade in the class of their choosing. And for those who can't make it, we'll have it on tape, keep the offer ongoing and give the increase to anyone who attends a special class to watch the video. They'd have to be crazy to not show up!"
"That's brilliant, Jess!" Amy beamed.
"I agree," Dean Chamberlain said. Jessica smiled. She'd already failed Comm 101 twice because she kept getting points deducted for messing with the tinies in her class. "Now the only question left is when should we schedule the assembly?"
"Well, we need at least a few days to prepare. How about... this Saturday, 3 pm?" Jessica said as if picking a time and date at random.
"Isn't Saturday the day of the away game for the girls volleyball team against Topcity Academy? We have Sunday free--"
"Mom," Jessica said sternly. "Surely you're not saying the rights of tinies come second to a sports game, are you?"
"Yeah!" Amy huffed indignantly.
Dean Chamberlain arched an eyebrow at her daughter, but decided to trust her judgement and raised her hands in defeat. "You've convinced me! I'll make the calls so everything is ready this Saturday. I just have on question for you, Miss Baker. How far are you willing to go for this movement?"
Amy smiled defiantly. "Tom's never leaving my ass, I'll even fight the Supreme Court to make that a reality!"
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