Amanda left her dorm room and looked around. Her perspective of the college hallway was far different than anyone else's due to her four-inch height, but she had been there long enough to easily know her way around. Her roommate Jenna was a great help too, often carrying her along in her hand or her pocket.

"You don't have to carry me like this, you know," Amanda said one day. "I can walk, and I have no problem getting to my classes on time. Why do you worry about me?"
"It's just that…well, you're only four inches tall, and everyone else here isn't. I don't even think there's another person in the state like you," replied Jenna.
"Come on, Jenna," the smaller girl said, laughing. "Everyone knows me and recognizes me, and no one's exactly going to step on me. I don't think anyone hates me that much…"
"Stop that. Now you're scaring me even more," Jenna said, but she was laughing too.

Amanda walked down the hall to the fourth classroom on the left, where she received her lectures on genetics. She took private classes so that none of the other students would be distracted, although she secretly thought that since everyone knew her already, it wouldn't matter much. Genetics had always fascinated Amanda, though, because of her birth defect. Many times she had wondered whether she had any dwarfs or even shorter people in her ancestry. The college genetics professor said that this was likely not the case, and that one of her parents' genes had probably mutated to make her the way she was instead.
As she entered the classroom, she was surprised to see another, normal-sized girl in the room along with her professor. Before she climbed up on the desk, she looked up at the girl's face. It wasn't anyone she had seen before at the college. She listened in on the conversation the professor was having with the newcomer.
"…now, I know a lot of this material will be new to you, but you need to have an essay on it on Monday. You shouldn't have much problem with it, though, since most of it's pretty basic-oh, hello Amanda! Didn't see you there!"
Amanda had emerged from behind the desk. The other student shrieked when she saw her, grabbed the professor, and asked shakily, "Is that a…a student?!"
"Yes, of course it's a student," Professor Anderson said, laughing. "This is Amanda Bates, and she's actually scheduled to meet me at this time. Sorry, Amanda, I was just getting Lenora here acquainted with what she'll be doing in this class with me. Do you have everything you need, Lenora?"
"Uh, yeah, yeah I do," mumbled the girl as she slowly let go of the professor, embarrassed. "I think I'll just, um, leave you two to whatever you were doing." She walked out of the classroom, but glanced back at Amanda periodically on her way out.

After she had left, Amanda looked at Professor Anderson quizzically. "Lenora just got transferred to the college. She's a little…oh, come on, you remember what it was like as a freshman!" said the professor in response to the tiny student's frowning expression. "Just imagine if you saw-well, someone like you on your first day of college. Wouldn't you be at least kind of shocked?"
"I would, but she was more than shocked. She looked at me like I was some kind of freak or something!" Amanda fumed indignantly.
Her professor sighed. "Doesn't everyone? Look, Amanda, I know you get sensitive about this sort of thing, but honestly, just try to cut Lenora some slack. New school, new teachers, new classmates-hell, even new sizes of classmate. Just…calm down, OK? Maybe you two will even be friends someday."
"Yeah. Someday," Amanda snorted.
The rest of the lecture went as planned, and she walked out of the classroom with little on her mind other than the paper she had to write over the next week. As she went back to her dorm room, Jenna suddenly came up behind her in the hallway. "Hey, Shorty," she kneeled down and said, using her joking name for her friend. "Need a ride?"
"I'd like one, yes. But you don't need to-"
"Oh, come on. It takes absolutely no effort on my part. Where do you want to be this time?"
"Hmm…" Amanda thought about all the places that Jenna carried her, and then remembered one that she hadn't used in a while. "How about the bra?"
"Ha, you sure?"
"Yeah, why not? You've done it before, and…you really should come out of the closet, Jenna. You really should."
"Oh no, don't start on that again," Jenna said, laughing even though she knew how true it was. "All right, up you go."
She picked Amanda up and let her find a place to rest comfortably in her cleavage. The small girl bounced up and down with each step Jenna took, but she actually liked the feeling. "Hey, Jenna," she said, suddenly remembering the events at the beginning of class, "have you met this new girl Lenora?"
"Lenora. Oh yes, I've met her. She was being a total bitch in philosophy today."
"Was she tall? Blonde hair, brown eyes, awful fashion sense?"
"That's the one."
"Yeah, she was looking at me like I was some sort of experiment gone wrong or something when I met her earlier. I think we should keep an eye on her."
"I agree," Jenna said, as she reached the door of their dorm. Amanda pulled herself up a bit, since she was slowly slipping between Jenna's breasts as she kept bouncing. "You know, I could just take you out of there," said Jenna while she fumbled for her keys.
"Nah, it's fine. Besides, I know you kind of like it…"
"Oh, shut up," Jenna grumbled, walking into the dormitory itself.

Inside Lenora's bra, Amanda was frantically trying to find a way out. The mounds of flesh pressing on her from both sides didn't help with her concentration, but worse was the utter panic she felt. When she hung out in Jenna's top, she was always on top of the enormous breasts, or at least not entirely inside Jenna's cleavage. Here, though, she was in complete darkness, and kept getting jostled around by Lenora's rhythmically bouncing breasts. In short, she had absolutely nowhere to go.
Finally, the jostling became less vigorous, until a hand reached in and plucked the tiny girl out of the giant bosom. "Hey, little girl!" Lenora giggled. "Let's have fun!"
"What the hell do you mean? And put me down!" yelled Amanda angrily.
"Aw, the little girl doesn't like the big girl being controlling. That's the way it works, sorry!" said Lenora, grinning as she laid Amanda into her palm.
"What are you going to do?" Amanda asked, failing to hide the fear in her voice.
"I didn't want your little girlfriend to get all the fun-or maybe I should say 'big' girlfriend?" She laughed, and Amanda was amazed to see that she actually found her statement funny.
"Anyway," Lenora said, snapping her attention back to the girl in her hand, "let's cut to the chase. Or maybe I should say cut to the 'chest'? Hey, I'm getting good at this!" Laughing again at her own joke, she extended her thumb toward Amanda's clothed breasts. Despite the smaller girl's efforts to cover herself, Lenora easily pinned Amanda's limbs down and started rubbing her chest all over. "Oh, you like this, do you?" Lenora cooed as she squeezed each breast individually. "Can I see some more of them?"
"NO!" Amanda screamed, but she already knew Lenora's question was rhetorical. "Why is it that every girl in the college seems to be a lesbian?" she muttered as Lenora hooked her finger under the back of the miniature shirt and with one swift movement tore both it and the bra underneath it off.
Lenora smiled as she lightly shook Amanda up and down, even while the little girl was yelling obscenities at her. "It's so cool seeing your tiny boobies bouncing like that! Oh look, your little bitty nipples are getting harder! That's so cute!" said the blonde, obviously excited in more ways than one.

"Hang on a second," Lenora suddenly added, and quickly took her shoes and socks off. "Sorry," she said to Amanda, "my feet just need some fresh air after all that running." She seemed to ponder something for a while, and then asked Amanda, "Want to see more of them?"
"Uh…" Amanda was at a total loss for words. She remembered how turned on she had been when Jenna played with her with her feet, but this was rape as far as Amanda was concerned. "No. No thanks."
"Oh, you don't like my feet? That's mean," Lenora grumbled.
"Look. You just injured my best friend, kidnapped me, and came about as close as you could possibly get to raping me. How the fuck am I the one being mean?" Amanda screamed up at the giant torso looming above her.
Without giving an answer, Lenora snatched Amanda up and placed her on the floor. Before she had time to react, Lenora's foot was squeezing all of the breath out of her. "It's because you're smaller than me, that's why," the dominating girl hissed. "I said before that that's how it works. Do you have to learn that the hard way?"
Amanda gasped. "No! I promise to…oof…obey you from now on!" Despite her dangerous position, Amanda couldn't help but be fascinated by her position below Lenora's massive yet stunning body. The undersides of her breasts were on full display, and from her awkward position on the floor Amanda could see the multicolored flowers painted on her relatively giant toenails.

"Good," Lenora said, apparently satisfied. Lifting her foot up, she placed Amanda back into her palm. "Well, your top's already off," she mused. "How about those bottoms too?" suggested Lenora brightly.
"What the-" interjected Amanda, before she remembered what the consequence for disobedience would be. Sighing submissively, she allowed Lenora to take her shorts and panties off, and simply waited as her captor ogled her fully naked body. She almost protested when Lenora extended a finger toward the minuscule clump of hair between her legs, but figured it would be better to get it over with than to draw it out any longer.
Suddenly, though, the door to the dormitory burst open. As Lenora dropped Amanda onto her bed in surprise, Jenna stormed in, walked straight up to the bewildered blonde, and punched her square in the jaw. When she saw her friend lying naked on the bed, she gave a little shriek and grabbed her up.
"Amanda! Are you all right? Did she hurt you at all?" Jenna yelled, grasping her best friend as tightly as she could.
"Not too much, I'm fi-Jesus, Jenna, can you loosen up a bit?" gasped Amanda after her initial shock. As the tiny girl looked around, she saw a whole police squad inside the dorm and clustered around Lenora. "Uh, Jenna? What are they doing here?"
"It's a kidnapping, duh! I called 911 on my cell the moment she took you. But seriously, did she hurt you at all?"
"Well, my ribs are a little sore, but I'm not permanently injured. Although I might need some new clothes…" Amanda laughed nervously. Behind her, the police were busy reading Lenora her rights. Jenna sighed in relief, also laughing.