As you made your way to the terrible experience which was known as Chemistry, nothing out of the usual seemed to take place. The trek throughout the halls seemed as they always went, with a few close calls preventing you from winding up as nothing more than a red splatter underneath some random giant's sneaker. You turned your way into the science hall, and entered the classroom which you had grown to hate as the school year flew by.
Given most of your classes had been awful at your size, constantly worrying that a teacher might give you some extra credit on the digestive system and other various hazards that came at being a tiny. But this one was different, and it all was the fault of one woman. The senior softball captain, and all around amazing athlete, Carmen. Almost always sporting a tank top, leggings, beat up sneakers, and various fitness attire, the most athletic girl in school made it no mystery that she held that title. Today, you saw the muscular woman's signature ponytail waving against a fan as you took your seat in front of her.
She took no time to let you think about what torture awaited you today, and got to work as you took a seat. As she had done so many times before, she silently slipped her shoes off, and the stench of her socks instantly hit you. The only warning besides the awful aroma around you was a little bit of sweat dripping onto your head, before the wool came crashing down on top of you, encompassing all of the tiny desk on the floor.
As you struggled to breathe, you could hear the giggling of the titanic woman above, obviously amused at what she was doing to the poor tiny man who tried his best to escape the entrapment. The musk was almost enough to knock you out, but still you persevered, knowing that it was ultimately just Carmen's way of teasing you. It'd never gone farther than that, and you were almost sure that it wouldn't, after all if she wanted you gone that would have happened months ago.
The terror only proceeded to end when
Given most of your classes had been awful at your size, constantly worrying that a teacher might give you some extra credit on the digestive system and other various hazards that came at being a tiny. But this one was different, and it all was the fault of one woman. The senior softball captain, and all around amazing athlete, Carmen. Almost always sporting a tank top, leggings, beat up sneakers, and various fitness attire, the most athletic girl in school made it no mystery that she held that title. Today, you saw the muscular woman's signature ponytail waving against a fan as you took your seat in front of her.
She took no time to let you think about what torture awaited you today, and got to work as you took a seat. As she had done so many times before, she silently slipped her shoes off, and the stench of her socks instantly hit you. The only warning besides the awful aroma around you was a little bit of sweat dripping onto your head, before the wool came crashing down on top of you, encompassing all of the tiny desk on the floor.
As you struggled to breathe, you could hear the giggling of the titanic woman above, obviously amused at what she was doing to the poor tiny man who tried his best to escape the entrapment. The musk was almost enough to knock you out, but still you persevered, knowing that it was ultimately just Carmen's way of teasing you. It'd never gone farther than that, and you were almost sure that it wouldn't, after all if she wanted you gone that would have happened months ago.
The terror only proceeded to end when
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June 3, 2023
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