Everyone at Whitewater Regional was afraid of Melanie. The students, the teachers, and especially her victims.

Looking at her, she wasn't particularly intimidating - she was cute tomboy who regularly wore loose shirts that hid her perky breasts, a baseball cap hiding short light brown hair, and athletic shorts that showed plenty of her long sneaker-clad legs. She wasn't particularly attractive, but she had a strange charm to her. You could tell from her body she was constantly on the move, though, and she was well toned, if not a bit laid back at first. But all that was null because of one tiny detail:

Melanie could shrink people. And she did it often, because in her own words "It's just easier to bully em' that way."

It was an unsaid rule - don't talk back, look at her when she's talking to you, always give her what she wants, and generally try to be as invisible as possible when she's around or else you'd be next. It's not that talking to her would always end up with your body reduced and pinned under her smelly sole, it wouldn't, but whatever conversation path you would have to take to AVOID getting shrunk kept changing - Mel got angry or bothered by seemingly random things, and even a small habit like Alice's mindless foot tapping, which had never bothered Mel before, could one day end up with Alice getting a giant foot tapped ON her (which it did.) The worst part was that you didn't even have to engage with her - she could be bored, or her feet could be sore, or she could just notice you and on a whim think that you would look good at an inch tall. And boom. That's it. You are. Nothing you could do at that point but endure whatever torture she had in mind for you and pray that she was in the right 'mood' to let you go. She would never kill her victims, she'd just 'rough em' up a bit,' with 'a bit' ranging from a short little kickin' around to much, much, worse.

That's why the new students always got the worst of it, and it just so happened that today was Lindsey's first day at Whitewater Regional. First class - Math with Ms. Carol Donovan. Always on time, if not earlier, Lindsey rushed to get to her class, and it was when she opened the door that she noticed there... wasn't many people there. She was one of the first. Checking the clock she'd noticed she was a full ten minutes early, and she had almost an entire room full of empty seats, arranged in long table format - meant for two people. She decided to take a seat at the front middle - the T of success was very important, after all, and she sat down, putting her bag on the table.

Almost as soon as she was settled, people began to gradually walk in. Most seemed reserved to a degree, and seemed a bit on edge, but Lindsey didn't really pay too much attention. She was just waiting for the teacher to come in. It was then that she heard the door slam open, and in came a boyish looking girl wearing a baseball cap. Lindsey was startled and looked right at her, as she casually strutted towards the front, right down to her seat.

"Hey buster" she motioned to her bag. "The bag."

Lindsey was taken back by how rude this girl was, but she did have a point - her bag was taking a spot, and so she moved it to the floor.

"Thanks, bud." She plopped herself down, and immediately threw her feet on to the table.

"If ya don't mind, I'm gonna just take these guys off and, ya know..." Lindsey was confused by the frankness of this girl as she reached over to untie her sneakers, revealing smelly bare feet. It was only first period, did this girl shower? "Oof, yea, shoulda not done any skatin' on the way here cause' these are a bit more ripe then usual, ya think?" Mel knew this girl was new, and she was having a good time just messing around with her. It was a fresh change of pace every once in a while to 'introduce' a new girl to her feet. She wasn't sure if she was gonna give her a closer look just yet.

Lindsey was disgusted. What kind of girl just... does that? Sits down next to someone in a near empty classroom just to plop her distractingly smelly feet right next to her. Her last school had a bit more class.

"Excuse me." She said.

"Huh?" Mel smirked

"Can you please put your shoes back on and take them off the desk? They're very distracting."

"Distracting? Huh. You mean distracting like a short skirt distractin'?"

"No I mean they're distracting like-"

"Like this?" She cut her off, the last word sending her head spinning as she felt an excruciatingly numbing pain course throughout her body for what she somehow knew was a moment, but felt much longer, and she fell over, hitting her head on the desk.

When she awoke, there was a distant airid feeling to the atmopshere, as if the pressure on her body had become thicker with a strange, sweaty, almost cheesy scent. Lindsey noticed that she was on the floor, but strangely enough the floor felt like the exact same texture of the desk. Picking herself up off the floor, her eyes began to adjust to the new, hazy, atmosphere. She was... Suddenly in complete shock. Right infront of her were two titanic soles, the bottom diagonally tilted and the other casually resting ontop.

"Thought'cha could use a better look." A sudden bellowing voice came from the distance. "Are they a bit more 'distracting' now? Huh?" It was that same girl, but now amplified. Suddenly it came to her. She had shrunk.

"I think ya still need to get a bit closer, huh?" The foot slid towards the horizon, off the table, and Lindsey saw for the first time the immense titan that she was just talking to a second ago. Her gigantic face filled with a cheeky grin. She gasped as her hand reached for her.

Mel loved this part. She casually picked up the tiny girl and pulled her towards her. Math class wasn't gonna be so boring afterall. "So you wanna get REALLY distracted, huh? Lemme show ya what distracting looks like." She reached into her shorts to pull out a rubber band she kept for these kind of occasions (never underestimate when you would need a rubber band, after all,) and slapped the tiny girl against her imposing rough sole.

Lindsey screamed as she was forcibly slammed against the rough pillowy underside of another girl's foot. Before she could even process what was going on, she was immediately restrained with incredibly speed with a rope like band that was artfully tied around her, forcing her face first into the crusty underside of the foot of a girl who clearly spends a good amount of time on them. She screamed with pain as she tightened the rope, giving her a face full of skin that she was too constricted too look away from, her entire body starting to collect some of the massive droplets of sweat and covering her with the gross salty liquid.

"Got em'" Mel chuckled.

The door opened and in walked a tired looking Ms. Donovan. She sighed when she saw Mel at the front, and wasn't surprised the least bit to see her smelly feet on the table again. But what could she do?

"Hello class" She sighed, looking everywhere except Mel. "How are you all doing today?" She continued. "I heard we have a new classmate. Lindsey?"
Lindsey's ears perked up when she heard her name, and she tried so hard to turn around and start crying out "I'm here" but all she got was a few muffled bits of nothing.

Ms. Donovan scanned the room for her new student, and finally looked at Mel again, who had a suspicious grin. "Melanie? Do you know where Lindsey is."

"Uh, Lindsey? Is that the new kid? Oh yea, she's right here" She flexed her big meaty sole, stretching Lindsey's body as she let out a small muffled scream.

"I see." Ms. Donovan sighed.

Lindsey gulped at the realization that this teacher wasn't going to help her at all. The sheer ridiculousness of the situation dawned on her, but it wasn't as terrifying as the second realization - wait, is this a normal thing in this school?

"Mel, could you *please* let our new student go for a few minutes?" Ms. Donovan gently forced a fake, sweet, voice.

"No can do Ms. D, but if ya wanna talk to her, I could totally get ya down there, tie ya up to the other foot cause', you know, I got two, and you could talk all ya want."
Ms. Donovan gulped "No, no, Melanie, that won't be necessary."

"Are ya sure? She's a bit lonely." Mel chuckled, tapping the tiny girl on her sole and gently pressing her deeper into her pillowy skin.

"No thank you, Melanie." She looked up to the rest of the class.

"Anyways, today's lesson will be on the Chain Rule..." And so the class went on. Lindsey, meanwhile, couldn't care less about the chain rule. Her entire world was now a single oppressive sole constantly being shoved into her, with no hope of moving out. Occasionally Mel would flex again, and she would immediately scream with the feeling of her muscles stretching to far beyond their intended range of motion. Wasn't anyone going to save her? Could anyone save her?

After class, Mel stayed a bit behind and untied the girl from her foot, and grew her back to size, Lindsey was exhausted and slouched over on the desk in her chair as Mel stood up. Looking at the tired girl, she shook her shoulder. "C'mon, it's only 1st period, get up." Nothing. She shook more aggressively and suddenly Lindsey jerked and slapped her hand off.

"Don't you dare touch me you... you... You freak!" She yelled. Melanie remained completely unphased. "Ya know, with an attitude like that, I can do a lot more than just tie ya up for a period, you know."

"How... How could you DO that to someone!" Lindsey was trembling.

"Cause' I can." Mel smiled. "Tell ya what, I went a bit light on ya cause', you know, it's your first day and I don't hate ya - there's a lotta people round' here that I wanna get around to smotherin' first, but ya got a lotta guts and I don't wanna crush ya too hard..." Lindsey was a little suspicious of the sudden respect she was getting for essentially being humiliated by a complete stranger for a solid hour. 

"...Yet." Mel winked and gave her a gentle punch on the shoulder.

"Seeya around, new kid." She walked out.

Lindsey was completely taken aback. What... Just happened? Was the last hour real? What the heck is this school? Who is that girl? She... Was going home early today.

Mel definitely had more in store for the new kid, she was going to get VERY familiar with her smelly feet - she hadn't even seen a fraction of what she can do, and she had it lightly - first period, when they're not all that sweaty, isn't all that bad. But right now she was a bit more focused on what she'd gotten during class - her graded homework. Well, the homework she had someone else do for her. And it had a C- written in red pen, with a small frowny face. 

"Well." She frowned. "Somebody's gotta pay."

"C'mon Pete, learn to run." Melanie called, though she didn't have to - at Peter's size, he could hear even the faintest whisper. "If ya don't get outta the way you know what's gonna happen."

Of course Peter knew what would happen. And he knew there was nothing he could do to stop it. The two titanic, eager, feet that were now locked on to getting him under their embrace as soon as possible were going get what they wanted. Still, he ran, because if he didn't - well, Melanie didn't like people who "didn't have much fight in em'."

Melanie smiled as the diminutive boy started sprinting in the other direction, she gradually lifted right foot, knowing that if she just went right ahead she could catch him no problem - unlike other bugs trained for speed, a "walking bug" like Peter ran just as fast as they did when they weren't bug-sized - not fast at all.

Peter kept running, he escaped the ominous shadow of her foot in no time at all, and was fully expecting her to stomp down any moment. But... She didn't. He suddenly stopped, and turned around, Melanie hadn't moved an inch. Did she just want to see him run?

Melanie frowned "Oh, I'm comin', just wanted to ya go - you are the sprint champ afterall." She was right - Peter was the fastest boy in the school. "Lemme see how many steps it takes for me to catch up, huh?" She slammed her bare foot down with a wet slap. "That's one and..." She lifted her left foot right on top of him "You wanna get outta the way of two?"

Peter was humiliated, he didn't even get two this time. He turned around and immediately began running again.

"Too late~" she cooed and slammed her foot right onto the track star with a heavy slap, pinning him beneath the wet grimy underside of her insurmountable mass. He crumpled immediately. No resistance at all, and had the effects of molecular compression not kicked in, he would have been destroyed. Instead it hurt. A lot. Peter yelped as his bones near snapped, straightening back just in time with excruciating pain.

"Looks like ya'll be callin' in sick for practice today, huh Pete?" Melanie adjusted her weight, giving extra pressure on her tiny victim. "Be sure to tell coach Robinson that ya got outran, I'm sure he'll get it." She released some pressure, slowly lifting her foot, just enough to let Peter begin to get back up. When he finally managed to get all four limbs up, Mel suddenly pressed right back down on the floor, crumpling him again under her thick sweaty sole. "Got'cha" She teased.

Peter wanted nothing but to be from this toxic pillowy hell. His face was ruthlessly being pushed against the cold tile, gradually getting warmer as the sticky sweat from above dripped onto the floor, causing a disgusting pool of salt and refuse that weighed down his athletic shirt and stuck him to the floor out of both exhaustion and sheer weight. He was completely unable to get any air or relief not already processed by her body. It took incredible force of will to fight the pain and get up, a force entirely driven by the idea that his turn was done, and that she was going to let him go. All of those hopes shattered when the familiar compressive force came down again, slamming his head back to the floor, his vision getting cloudy as he was ruthlessly battered against the merciless tiles. When was she going to let him go?

Mel was starting to get a bit bored - just pushing your foot up and down was getting kind of repetitive. "Welp. Time to unshrink." Peter gasped as all at once the foot lifted off him and he felt the zooming feeling of a world coming back into perspective. He was disgusting, his body reeking of feet and covered entirely in sweet. He coughed a pitiful exhausted cough as he lay down on the floor.

"Oh my God!" Melanie heard a familiar feminine voice call. "Peter, no!" It was Alisa, Peter's girlfriend. She was a cute blonde that had been dating for a few months, and they had become almost insperable. She ran over to her depleted boyfriend and began to comfort him, crying.

"What'cha doin there, Allie?" Mel teased.

"Melanie... Why..." Alisa sobbed.

"Oh stop it, he's gonna be fine." Mel reassured.

"No... WHY do you have to pick on him? What did he do to you?"

"Dunno, saw him in the hall and thought 'hey, he'd look good if he was a bit smaller' and bam!"

"What?" Alisa was shocked, she'd just randomly decided to nearly kill her soulmate? She held him tight, and was relieved when he began to open his eyes. "Oh my God" she kept repeating. Giving him a soft kiss. It was a brief moment of comfort in complete despair.

"Ew. You really wanna kiss that? I mean, if ya wanna do all this PDA stuff, I can find ya a place more private." Mel offered.

"Melanie SHUT UP." Alisa snapped. She froze, immediately regretting her words as Melanie developed a small smile and began to calmly walk towards her.

"Melanie... Please... I didn't mean it." Alisa pleaded as she was suddenly grabbed by the shirt and pulled off the floor.

"Listen, 'sweety,' I'm not gonna mince words here. You just screwed up real hard." Mel moved her face closer.

"I know, please, just... Can you let it go?" Alisa was terrified. She knew what was coming next.

"Nope." Mel smiled as Alisa screamed, she watched as Mel's smiling face was immediately replaced with a set of gigantic sweaty bare feet.

"I think this love story just got a lil' more interesting, eh Allie?" Mel boomed, each word pumcuated with the slippery wet sound of her bare toes tapping on the floor.

"Mel..." She gasped as a gigantic foot lurched forward and pressed her down underneath in almost no time at all. She immediately began pounding against the unrelenting sole, frantically trying to do some sort of damage against the calloused wall.

Mel gave a satisfied smirk. Having a tiny with her back on the floor, pounding against her sole never got old. She didn't even need to press on her this time, she simply took in the feeling of tiny fists failing to get even a centimeter in to her relentlessly powerful skin. She just had to gently hover over her and she'd stop when she realized that even with the sweat softening her flesh there just wasn't any hope in getting even close to penetrating her first line of defense.

Alisa's arms began to get sore after swinging at the insurmountable obstacle above her and realizing there was nothing she could do.

Mel noticed the pause, "What? Done already? They usually struggle a bit more than that." She lifted her foot slightly, only to point her big toe downwards right on top of the dimunitive bug. "Hope ya appreciate I'm going a bit light on ya." She pressed her toe on to the tiny girl, completely overwhelming her and effortlessly covering her entirely under a single toe.

"To be honest" Mel said, pressing Alisa down into the ground, "I'm kinda jealous, dunno anyone who likes me like that. It's cute." She dragged her toe across her body, adjusting so that Alisa's tiny face could peak under the ridge of her toe. "But when I say 'none of your business,' you really gotta know-" Alisa screamed as the air was suddenly compressed out of her. "You need to stay out of my business, kay?"

She released her grasp on Alisa, and let her grow back to her original size. She was bruised, but not as badly as her boyfriend. "You can thank me later for going easy, cause' next time I see ya it's gonna just be what the other guy went through. Now scram." Peter finally got up, and Alisa ran to his side. They both gave a long look at Melanie, who responded with a smile, and they turned to limp away.