Your day went on as normal, and no real big occurrences seemed to happen in the first half. You had just finished Biology, and it was time for you to make your way to the cafeteria for your designated lunch. You evaded the giant sneakers, flip flops and boots that the giant students slammed next to you, seeming to have no attention for your well being, as you strolled down the hall. The lunch room was a central location in the school, and had quite a grandiose scale, even for those who weren't under the effect of the shrinking virus.
There were four main lunch lines, devoted to Barbecue, Pizza, Salad, and Lunch For Tinies, which was the default line for anyone diminished by the widespread disease. The line went up a ramp, where you were able to grab whatever kind of food you needed from the buffet like setup. The only downside to the system was the enormous lunch lady who ruled over it, known as Miss Becker. Miss Becker was a five foot five woman, with short brunette hair, and a slender body. She lacked any large breasts, and had a firm but solid ass, but her beauty was not to be underestimated. She was in her early forties for sure, but she still had the youthful charm of someone in their later twenties.
The main problem with Miss Becker however, was her love for all things tiny. She loved everything about them, from their taste, to the way that they squirmed when placed in tight spaces, to how they looked on display. You had even heard rumors of a miniature town she had set up at her house. All that was certain however, was that anyone that Miss Becker picked up better try and get away as fast as possible.
You took a deep breath as you mustered the courage to make your way towards the line. You followed behind a tiny red headed girl, who was just about as nervous as you. The trek up the ramp made your heart pump, as you managed to avoid her previously this year by packing your own lunch, but your mom was bound to forget, and today just happened to be the day where you would face your fears. You would most likely be fine, but there was always the chance. As you reached the flat, buffet section, you looked up, spotting the giantess smiling, looking down at the students who she must have loved to see.
Trying to focus on the food, you made your way towards the front of the line, before eventually
There were four main lunch lines, devoted to Barbecue, Pizza, Salad, and Lunch For Tinies, which was the default line for anyone diminished by the widespread disease. The line went up a ramp, where you were able to grab whatever kind of food you needed from the buffet like setup. The only downside to the system was the enormous lunch lady who ruled over it, known as Miss Becker. Miss Becker was a five foot five woman, with short brunette hair, and a slender body. She lacked any large breasts, and had a firm but solid ass, but her beauty was not to be underestimated. She was in her early forties for sure, but she still had the youthful charm of someone in their later twenties.
The main problem with Miss Becker however, was her love for all things tiny. She loved everything about them, from their taste, to the way that they squirmed when placed in tight spaces, to how they looked on display. You had even heard rumors of a miniature town she had set up at her house. All that was certain however, was that anyone that Miss Becker picked up better try and get away as fast as possible.
You took a deep breath as you mustered the courage to make your way towards the line. You followed behind a tiny red headed girl, who was just about as nervous as you. The trek up the ramp made your heart pump, as you managed to avoid her previously this year by packing your own lunch, but your mom was bound to forget, and today just happened to be the day where you would face your fears. You would most likely be fine, but there was always the chance. As you reached the flat, buffet section, you looked up, spotting the giantess smiling, looking down at the students who she must have loved to see.
Trying to focus on the food, you made your way towards the front of the line, before eventually
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June 3, 2023
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