---

“You’re going to be fine, Val!” Lucy encouraged.

Valerie gave a long, melodramatic sigh as she leaned back in her seat at her office in The Eye. 

“It’s quite amusing, Valerie,” Gray began, “You have all this power, and you’re scared of a little public speaking?”

“I’m not SCARED, Gray!” Valerie said only semi-lightheartedly, “But this is kind of a big deal.  I’m not talking to a buncha tiny people, or reporters, or peers.  These are the big guys.”

“In a way, aren’t they your peers now?” Lucy asked.

“Ughhh!  It’s so weird to think about it like that!” Valerie exclaimed, “This has all been moving so fast.  Plus, SOMEONE’S going to give me trouble, and then things are REALLY going to get moving.”

“That’s the thing,” Gray said, “You have the power.  People will fear you, and those that won’t will learn.  You are going to be a major force of change in this world.”

“I never realized how much of a pain in the ass it’d be, though!” Valerie joked, “I mean, power?  Yeah, sure, gimme it.  They never tell ya the fine details.”  Valerie spun around in her chair a few times as she worked out her nervous energy as Lucy and Gray watched, bemused.  “The only thing that makes me feel comfort right now is thinking about how hard I’m going to fuck Vi when this is all done.”

Lucy looked down and shifted her feet.  The subject of Vivian was always an off-putting one.  Vivian still did work at The Eye, but she kept quiet as much as possible.  Plus, Valerie would ‘borrow’ her for days at a time, no doubt using her to work out her own frustrations and stress.  It was fine at first, when Valerie was simply punishing Vivian for what happened with Rachel, but it had been months since then and Lucy felt like this had been going too far.  And even though Vivian wasn’t saying anything, Lucy could tell that whatever was happening behind closed doors was more than traumatizing her.  ‘Maybe I can speak to Val about it after her talk with the U.N. this evening,’ Lucy thought. 

The thing is, Lucy was afraid of Valerie now, as well.

---

After class had ended, Sierra sighed as she finished taking the last of her notes.  ‘I can already tell this class is going to be a pain in the ass,’ she thought as the professor and most of the students left. 

She looked over at Daphne, whose eyes were wide with bewilderment as she looked back at little Sierra.  “Save me,” Daphne mouthed, and Sierra couldn’t help but giggle along with her.

“Daphneee!” a masculine voice shouted out from her other side.  It was the shrunken young man in the class.  He had managed to get up on the other desk beside Daphne as class ended.  “I can’t believe we have the same class together!”  He was two inches with blonde hair and had tiny custom fit clothes on him, khakis and a polo. 

Daphne let out a disgruntled groan and rolled her eyes at Sierra, but decidedly did not turn her attention towards the shrunken guy.  “Yes, whatever, good on you Trevor.”

“Come on, Daphne!” Trevor continued, “We run into each other all the time!  When are you going to realize we’re meant to be together!?”

“Meant to be together!?” she turned to him, incredulously, “And what?  What do you expect you’re going to do for me?  Put on a wetsuit and jump on in?”

“Well, that’s one way,” Trevor grinned.

“No!” Daphne replied, disgusted, “That’s… weird, and I don’t want to think about it.”

“But you brought it up!” Trevor said, “Come on, Daph.  Deep down I know you want me.  You know I’m better than all those other guys you dated.”

“NO,” Daphne yelled, clearly frustrated, “Because you’re a right twat that spends his time stalking me!”

“I’m just trying to look out for you!” Trevor replied, “I’m a good guy, Daph!  I know how to treat girls right!  You just have to give me a-”

As Trevor was talking, a shadow had been looming over him and most of the entire desk.  Daphne and Sierra both watched wide eyed as a tall, sweaty girl with long dark hair and an athletic build dressed in tight pink shorts and a white tank top came up to the tiny Trevor.  The girl suddenly turned around, hopped up and sat right on him.  Sierra winced as the girl spun around on the desk to face Daphne. “Hey Daphne, you alright?”  She grinned.

“Jesus, Laura!” Daphne exclaimed, shocked, “You didn’t kill him, did you!?”

Laura cocked her head to the side and wiggled her butt on the desk, then smirked back towards Daphne. “Eh, he’s alright.  Still movin’.  You let me take care of him and hang out with your little friend there.”  Laura leaned over to get a good look at the tiny girl, her eyes gleamed as she saw how nervous and uncertain the little girl looked.

“Alright.  Well.  Cheers?” Daphne replied, before turning to Sierra.  “Want to go get lunch together?  I don’t mind having you on my shoulder.”

“Sure…” Sierra replied.  She felt like she could trust Daphne more than this Laura girl.  Something about her made Sierra feel uneasy as she made eye contact with the large girl.  The way Laura looked at her, she felt like at any moment she was about to lick her lips in anticipation of making Sierra a quick meal.

“Great,” Laura grinned, “Don’t worry about this douchebag here, I’m just going to sweat on him a bit longer.  Just got done with a marathon and I haven’t showered yet.”

“Right,” Daphne’s eyes were still wide with part bewilderment and part amusement, “That’ll show him.  Thanks Laura.”  She turned back to Sierra, concerned.  “Come on then, Sierra?”

“Y-yeah,” Sierra nodded, shouldering her tiny backpack.

---

Harvey lowered the shrink gun down, towering over the now three inch form of Robyn.  “For the record,” he began, “No one else is helpin’ me with this.  All this is on me.  All of my friends,” he gestured around, “here, and elsewhere, are just going to be looking the other way while I do what needs doing.  So when this is all over, you feel free to bring me down as hard as you need to.”   

“HARVEY!” Robyn yelled, “Just LISTEN to me a second!”

“Sorry, Robyn,” Harvey said sadly, “I don’t stop for no one.”  He turned and called, “Marie!”

One of the ladies sitting at a table stood and walked over.  She was in her late forties, with straight blonde hair just to her shoulders, and blue eyes. She was dressed in jeans and a rose colored blouse.  “Yes, dear?” she asked, her voice bringing a sultry heat.

“You know what to do.  Keep her neutralized,” he nodded at Robyn, still squeaking for attention on the floor.

“Of course, dear.”  Her attention shifted toward Robyn, and Robyn could swear she could physically feel the focus of her cold, piercing gaze.  Whatever Harvey had intended Marie to do, Marie clearly had her own plans.

---

“You right, Sierra?” Daphne asked as they walked outside towards the cafeteria.

“I dunno,” Sierra replied, perched atop Daphne’s shoulder.  She had been flustered since first being on her shoulder, being so close to her pretty face and the pleasant scents coming from her body, the great view of her cleavage.  But now something else was bugging her.  And it didn’t even have to do with the fact that they were about to eat.  “It’s just… I know we, like, just met, and it’s probably weird to, like, ask something like this, but… why are you being so nice to me?”

“Oh.”  Daphne pursed her lips to the side.  “Because of how badly everyone treats tinies these days, you mean?”

“Not just that,” Sierra said, “But your friend in there.  Laura.”

“Oh my god, I am SO sorry about her,” Daphne said apologetically, “We’re not super close.  Just had a few classes together.  That other shrunken girl in our class, you saw her, right?  That’s ‘Becca.  They’re roommates.  Actually four inches tall that one.”

“Huh,” Sierra marveled, unintentionally glancing down at Daphne’s own breasts.  “I’m probably about as big as her boobs.”

Daphne let out a brief but loud chuckle.  “Gawd, Sierra!  Right poet you are.”

“Anyway, it’s just…” Sierra fidgeted nervously, “A lot of times people don’t ask, they just kinda do what they want to us.  And, y’know.  She kind just walked right over and whomped her ass on top of that guy.”

“I’m so sorry you had to see that too,” Daphne said, “But I’m telling you, as bad as we might’ve looked there, that guy has literally been stalking me since last year.  Maybe longer,” Daphne shuddered.  “Doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer, either.  Seems to think he’s a nice guy, and therefore I should give him a chance.  I might’ve that, if he wasn’t a tiny, but then I’d be in real trouble.”

“Yeah,” Sierra said, “Probably for the best.  Sounds like he might be the crazy, needy type.”

“Exactly!” Daphne agreed.  “And you don’t know the half of it.  He’s turned up in… ugh, all sorts of weird places to get my attention,” she said uncomfortably,  “In my sandals.  My pockets.  My bed.  Ugh.  Honestly, being sat on might do him some good.”

“Yeah.  Bah,” Sierra said, feeling a bit less sorry for Trevor.

“Anyway,” Daphne continued,  “Moving on.  I have a brother and sister who ended up shrinking last year when all that happened.  And I know it’s been hard,” Daphne scoffed, “I mean, everything’s hard for you guys now.  Won’t even tell you all the times I’ve accidentally sat on them myself.”  Daphne looked down at Sierra with a gentle smile, “But y’know, for you to come all this way to this school is really brave.  And I could tell you were kind of self-destructing there at the desk.”

“Heh, yeah.  Not to brag, but self-destructing is basically my thing these days,” Sierra said shyly, smirking.

Daphne raised her eyebrows and gave a quick nod.  “Yeah it is!  I can tell.  Plus I really like the blue hair you got going.”

“Oh.  Thanks,” Sierra looked away, blushing, feeling a pleasant tingling sensation run through her body.  “Ahem.  It’s not like it’s a big surprise you’re a fan of color, anyway.”

Daphne grinned, and stuck out her tongue.  Sierra giggled, and surprisingly wasn’t intimidated by the sight of Daphne’s tongue.  “Anyway, now my question,” Daphne said, “I’m kind of surprised you were so trusting of me at first?  Given how people can have such, uh… weird intentions towards you wee ones.”

“Well, I figured if you were going to kill me, at least it was going to be death by a walking rainbow.”

Daphne burst out laughing.  “Come on, then!  You going to rag on my beautiful array of colors all day now?”

Sierra giggled, sticking out her tongue in response before looking down and shifting her feet slightly.  “Honestly, though.  You really are very pretty.  Like a piece of art come to life.”

“Aw, thank you!  Don’t you go falling for me, now.  One stalker is more than enough,” Daphne joked.

“Or what?” Sierra raised her eyebrows and smirked defiantly.    “You’re going to sit on me?”

“Don’t tempt me, I might just!” Daphne winked.

Eventually, the two girls continued heading to the cafeteria in good spirits, continuing to talk and joke with each other.  Needless to say, they became quick friends.

---

Meanwhile, back in the classroom, Laura giggled as she felt the struggles of the tiny guy she had been sitting on.  She shifted her weight side to side as she felt his squirming weaken over time.  ‘Guess he’s just about done,’ she thought. 

From the moment Laura had slammed her ass down on top of him, Trevor was trapped in a damp nightmare.  The weight of her body engulfed and pinned down his body so easily, and he swore it was a miracle his skull hadn’t burst.  The lower half of his body remained crushed beneath one of Laura’s butt-cheeks, while his head and upper body were mostly crammed against her crack.  The little breathing he could manage was done reluctantly as the body odor was terrible in his prison.  Between all the sweat and smell of ass, there was also a strong scent almost like the smell of feet emanating from somewhere.  He eventually realized that this smell must be wafting from her vagina, and it was the last straw for his crushed form as he retched and puked in a puddle all around him… which ended up soaked into Laura’s shorts over time. 

Laura briskly stood up and turned to admire her handiwork.  Trevor gasped for air as he was finally released from the immense pressure of Laura’s ass, and started moving his body uncertainly, unsure if any bones had actually broken.  On top of and all around him was a greasy layer of sweat left on the desk.  Laura giggled, taking out her phone and taking a picture of the sight.  She typed out a quick caption for the image: ‘sat on a dumb boy after my run, lol’ before dragging the picture into her ‘fun with my protein :)’ album.

“I warned you, y’know,” Laura said, sitting down at the desk on the actual chair this time, flicking her long hair back over an ear.  She looked down at Trevor with a serious, deadly look on her face. “I warned you not to mess with my friend anymore.”  Gradually, her lips curled into a slow grin.  The grin of someone who was glad to finally do whatever she felt like doing.

“You,” Trevor gasped as he painfully moved his body, “You bitch..!”

“Heyyy, now,” Laura said with mock concern, “I thought you were such a nice guy.  Nice guys wouldn’t curse at ladies, would they?”  She giggled.  “It’s too bad you didn’t fall for me.  Might’ve been nice having someone willing.”

“I wouldn’t go near your nasty body, much less your crotch!” Trevor yelled.

Laura giggled again.  “Who said anything about you going there?”  She grabbed him by the arm, standing him up on the desk as she leaned her mouth close and whispered, “I’ve got other plans for you.” 

Trevor gagged and coughed as Laura’s breath assaulted him.  “Get OFF me!  You better not do anything!  If Daphne finds out-“

Laura cut Trevor off by slamming the top of her tongue into the front of his body, pressing it against him and savoring his taste.  The hot, slick muscle assaulted and rubbed against Trevor’s muffled form, the bumps from countless tastebuds massaging along his body.  She moved her grip down to his feet, wrapped her lips around his shoulders with a moan, and pushed him deep into her mouth before pulling him back out up until his shoulders again, the cool air freezing his saliva-soaked body.  She continued sucking on him, thrusting him in and out of her mouth almost lewdly as he struggled. 

This went on for a few minutes before she pulled Trevor out all the way of her mouth and held him in her hand, grinning.  Trevor cough and gagged, doing his best to wipe away the spit all over his face.  As he was preoccupied, Laura picked up her phone again and took another picture.  While holding Trevor for a few more moments, she typed up another caption with one hand as she smiled: ‘My ass tastes pretty good!  Lol :)’

Laura dragged the image to the same folder, chuckled to herself and set her phone down on the desk.  Even after the time he had being held in Laura’s hand, Trevor had only just now wiped away enough of Laura’s thick disgusting spit to see through blurred, narrowed eyes.  In that moment, all he could see was Laura’s giant, yellow toothed grin taking up his entire view.  He watched helpless as her mouth yawned open a seemingly impossible amount and she stuck out her tongue as far as she could, giving him a clear view of everything.  She made drawn out “AAAAAH” and Trevor helplessly watched her dark burgeoning throat and uvula in the distance, waiting to eagerly accept him. 

“NO!  STOP!” Trevor shouted as she dropped him head-first directly into her throat.  Trevor could feel his face smack into the light, fleshy part of Laura’s soft palate in the back of her mouth, her uvula dragging across his face as he was dropped into Laura’s pulsating, quivering throat.  Laura raised her head, opening her throat up to take in as much of his two inch form as she could.  Then she started gulping him down.

Trevor’s surroundings were tight as Laura’s throat worked and kneaded his body deeper into Laura’s body.  He did his best to struggle, but he could barely move, and the pain of being sat on by this oversized bitch had all but sapped his energy.  There was a loud swallowing sound from all around him and he felt his body jerk, suddenly pulled downward.  His feet must have been just past the back of her tongue because he could feel its bumpy surface as he fought and moved his legs in the back of her throat .  His upper body was pressed against Laura’s tough epiglottis, which was in constant motion as it helped force him down and overpowered any resistance.  All it took was one more deafening swallow before his entire body was trapped in peristalsis, sending him on a one way trip into Laura’s stomach where he’d be completely at the mercy of Laura’s body. 

Laura slowly licked her lips, then leaned back in her seat and rubbed her belly as she felt him enter inside.  His thrashing sent tingles throughout her body.  She didn’t think she’d ever get tired of the feeling of another human being fighting for their life inside her.  She cherished the sensations, and how powerful she felt as he digested.  She smiled as she heard his screams amid the gurgling of her stomach.  She began massaging her belly almost hypnotically, closing her eyes and whispering, “That’s right.  You’re mine now.  All mine.”

After a good while, Laura sighed and stood up.  She figured she probably should be enjoying her digestion somewhere more private than this empty classroom, and there was still a good several hours left of it yet.  ‘So, that’s two inches,’ she thought, grinning to herself, ‘I wonder if I can do three?’