What did it feel like being in the newly erected Magnified Building that morning? When he had a school trip to Kyoto back in middle school, the boys ended up in one expansive room at the hotel and the girls ended up in another. This reminded me of the sort of situation where one of us guys would sneak over to visit the girls without the teachers’ permission - a lone male in a room full of females.
But while sneaking in to visit the girls during a school trip was heart-pounding in an exciting way, entering the room the Magnified 2-D girls were in was heart-pounding in a completely different sense.
Thud! Thud!
“Hozuki-san, may I use a wipe. The soap from the Blue Room doesn’t smell nice to me.”
“Huh? Oh, sure Class Rep.”
“Hey, let me use one too. My uniform still feels all sweaty from yesterday, especially around my chest.”
“That’s just because your tits are too big, Tokiwa.”
“S-Shut up! They are not!”
I kept by the door as I witnessed the conversations by 10-11 meter tall classmates had while they thought they were alone. It felt like I was peaking in where I shouldn’t have been with the added risk of the girls towering over me. They threw their multi-ton weight around like it was nothing, but I could feel the shaking of the floor and the displacement of the air with every step and movement they made.
“Urgh… my head… Hifumi, Minami, do either of you have an extra scrunchie?”
“Yeah. What color do you want, Kirika-chan?”
“Oh, give Ki-ka the sparkly blue one. It’d totes suit her, Hifumin.”
“Any kind’s fine. Urgh… I can’t believe you two can be so energetic after what happened last night.”
“Well, it actually wasn’t much worse than what I usually send my boyfriend...”
“No worries. Don’t sulk about it or you’ll end up like Shino-non. I’ll bet Ryou-kun loved that photo.”
Without even getting that far inside, I could tell that the girls’ memories of the previous night were not gone. Tsujimoto’s complaints to Shiina and Nomiya proved that. I supposed people waking up with memory loss after a drunken tirade was an overused cliche that didn’t actually happen in life, which was odd because I recalled from reading that SRS did cause memory loss in some of the extreme cases. I supposed what happened with the girls wasn’t considered extreme.
Slam!
“Whoah!” I grunted and stumbled forward as a socked foot nearly landed right on top of me. I was in the middle of Watanabe’s path when she walked by. With the girls’ school bags, socks, shoes, and makeup all over the place, each item almost as tall as I was like some comically large prop, I was rather hidden. It felt like I had been reduced again. While I thought to be silent and not get involved while the girls went about their business getting ready for school, I quickly realized the danger of not being noticed. They were far too big to bother with looking down to normal human height to see me.
Sadly, the fact that I had been knocked into the open meant it was already too late for me to get to safety.
Stomp!
“Gwargh!” Before I could realize what had hit me, I was knocked down to the ground by an impact. No, more than that, I was stepped on. A hot warmth spread throughout my body from the heavy weight pounding on me, shoving me straight into the floor unceremoniously. Whoever had accidentally crushed me was barefoot. There wasn’t the soft fabric of a sock cushioning the force or absorbing some of the stench. Whoever it was also hadn’t finished drying off after taking a bath this morning because I could feel liquid water soaking me and dripping onto my head from her toes which were approaching the size of my head. It smelled like wet dog with a hint of salt. For an instant, my body seized up, as though every cell in my body recalled a traumatic experience.
“... Huh? That felt… good…?”
“Is something wrong, Shizuku-chan?”
Shizuku Yukimura. Of course it had to be her to have stepped on me. The stench of dust, sweat, and feet invaded my nose as she stepped on my head, torso, and legs with her bare right foot. I squirmed and struggled to get her to realize she had stepped on me, but Yukimura didn’t bother to lift her foot up. She actually let it linger on top of me as she seemingly took the time to look down. My limbs had to be sticking out from beneath her feet right? She could see I was there, right?
I wouldn’t know if she had actually seen me, but there was thankfully someone who had.
Yaawwwwn!
“... Huh? Is that who I think it is?”
Only one girl could be lying on the ground. With what I could see as I struggled to turn my head while smushed between the floor and the sole of Yukimura’s foot, I spotted what looked to be a giant head nearly as tall as I was.
“Gak! Takahashi… help...,” I pleaded to the sleepy girl, hoping she would. Yukimura was wiggling her toes and each one smacked into either my head or my back heavily like a sledgehammer. It didn’t surprise me that she would be primed to sleep even while she was dressed in her school uniform.
“Heh. What the heck are you doing here so early?” she chuckled, sitting up. There was a distinct lack of energy in her laugh, even less than she normally had, which was astonishing in its own right. Still, Takahashi didn’t need to expend much energy to free me. “Yukimura, do you mind lifting up your foot?”
“Lift?”
Yukimura obliged only now that she was asked. I was thankful when the weight pressing me flat into the floor finally lifted, but before I could even catch my breath, I was immediately yanked off the floor and pulled several meters to the side and upwards.
“Uwo-hoh!” I was being manhandled a bit too much now that the girls were big enough to see me like a doll. Takahashi sat up and held me close to her face, her tired eyes looking at me with mild interest.
“Jeez. To think you got stepped on. It’s hard to believe we’re the bigger ones and that you’re normal sized. It just looks like you got Reduced,” she said. “What are you doing here so early, Kirishima-kun?”
Considering she was still tired, Takahashi did not know how to hold back her strength. Her grip was tight on me, squeezing the air out of my stomach. I was already out of breath from having Yukimura step on me, so my words left my mouth weakly and softly. “T-Taka… hashi… t-too tight...”
“Huh? Oh, sorry,” I was thankful when she loosened the hold her fingers had on me. Even then, I couldn’t move my arms with them binding me. It was like being constricted by an enormous snake. “Senpai said something about there being some sort of energy field that protects you, though. Does it still hurt?”
“Of course it would…,” Just because I wouldn’t die from it didn’t mean it wouldn’t be painful. Getting stepped on by a foot and squeezed by a hand, I WAS normal sized, right? It certainly didn’t feel like it.
My struggles seemed to quickly catch the attention of the other girls. Yukimura aside, the other girl with her was Shima.
“Hm? What do you have there, Aoi-chan?” “... Is that… Kirishima-kun?”
“Whoa, hey, Takahashi!” I shouted in reaction to being raised up like a toy towards the standing girls.
“Yeah, It’s Kirishima,” my sleepy-eyed friend answered. “I think he just came in through the little door.”
“Can I get an apology here, Yukimura?” I groaned. My whole body felt sore as she and Shima looked at me, held like a toy in Takahashi’s hand, lifted several meters in the air..
It seemed their priorities were elsewhere sadly.
“Why are you here already, Kirishima-kun? A-Ah! Don’t tell me it’s time for the boys to come in! I-It’s too early for that isn’t it?” Shima suddenly became flustered. “My heart’s not prepared yet.”
“Don’t mind it, Airi-chan.” Yukimura actually didn’t seem to mind.
Were the girls just going to ignore the fact that Yukimura had just stepped on me? The answer was yes. Shima’s thoughts were on what had happened the previous night. I never actually answered Eguchi when he asked me what was going on at school, but I did read his message. Under the influence of SRS, they did send photos out.
I groaned, realizing I wasn’t going to be getting a single apology from Yukimura, so I opted to calm Shima down. “It’s still too early for that. Doesn’t look like there’s a clock in here, but I don’t think the guys will arrive for another half hour. Senpai just asked me to check up on you guys.”
“Is that so?” Shima sighed a breath of relief with her hand over her heart. “That’s good. Shizuku-chan, we need a strategy meeting on what we’re going to tell Eguchi-kun.”
“The spray really got you girls last night, huh?” I dared to ask as Takahashi lowered me down to the ground and stood back. I stepped away from her knee-sock clad feet instinctively but reeled back when I saw that in front of me were Yukimura’s bare feet and Shima’s white socks. For a second, my mind blanked when I started to follow their tall legs up. The ceiling of this enlarged gymnasium had to be 20 meters high, but they were past half way there. The entire room must have felt more like a classroom than a gymnasium to them.
It made me nervous to be under knee high to all three of these girls in particular. Takahashi could be a prankster and Shima had put me in danger the day before. Shima also had a fear of small creatures and bugs, so as they got bigger, she would become more likely to react. But of them all, Yukimura was the greatest danger, as her having stepped on me had shown. Her penchant for avoiding shoes and socks aside, she was an unpredictable woman with a tremendous love for Eguchi. She wasn’t really concerned about other guys. And that one-track mind was a threat because Yukimura had no qualms in doing whatever she wanted as long as it didn’t affect her standing with Eguchi. That was why she didn’t actually bother checking what was under her foot despite all of my squirming earlier.
There was one more reason for me to worry as well. For some reason, Yukimura was gazing at me on the floor intently.
“Um… Yukimura-san…,” I called her respectfully. “Is there something wrong?”
“Kirishima-kun… you were a good cushion… Can I step on you again…?” she answered honestly, sending chills up my spine as the girl slowly lifted her foot again. She raised it high enough to be over me and began wiggling her toes again.
“W-W-Whoa, are you serious, Yukimura?” I shouted in panic, not wanting to get crushed again. If she was acting freely like Senpai and Yae had, I was not in a safe position.
Shima was well aware of her friend’s personality and stopped her for my sake. “Shizuku-chan, just because you started to like stepping on things doesn’t mean you should step on people. Sorry, Kirishima-kun, she’s been acting out a lot more since last night.”
“... Hehe. I was just joking...” Yukimura laughed, but she seemed pretty serious. I recalled she was the girl back in Reduction Week who ended up enjoying ‘cleaning up’ some of the miniatures. I did not want her to be more unrestrained knowing she was going to keep getting bigger.
I was a little thankful when Shima changed the subject. She did so by squatting down so she could talk to me. I stumbled backwards towards Takahashi so that I could see her face rather than her underwear. “Kirishima-kun, did Yae-chan have the same problem as us?”
“Y-Yeah… I’ve sort of been sworn to secrecy about what she did though,” I craned my neck back as I answered, trying to steer clear of the topic to avoid triggering my honesty. “I probably won’t survive if I end up blurting it out, but I think you girls can guess what happened.”
“Jeez, so even Asano wasn’t safe,” frowned Takahashi. “Those were some sexy feelings we had thanks to that spray, so I wouldn’t be surprised if Asano actually jumped you.”
“...Oh…?” Yukimura breathed out slowly. She was still eyeing me. It unnerved me, but her next words caught me completely off guard. “... Then… do you still have your V-card, Kirishima-kun...?”
Gag! Cough!
“O-Of course I do! I-I tried my best to resist y’kno- Ah!” I choked on my own saliva at Yukimura’s bluntness and shouted out in response. Only when I was halfway through my sentence did I catch myself and covered my mouth to stop myself from blurting out the whole story.
“Hm… So Yae-chan was the assaulting type,” Shima realized. “Shizuku-chan and I were the dirty pictures type.”
“Most of you love-sick girls were asides from that first year girl from the health committee,” Takahashi mentioned Saeki. “I think that’s just because none of the boys were around though… and because Kamiya-senpai knocked half of you girls out with a smack in the back of the neck.”
“Y-Yeah...that really hurt when we woke up this morning,” Shima rubbed the back of her neck after recalling Senpai’s President Chop. “It can’t believe it took Senpai four strikes before she stopped Shizuku-chan.”
“... My picture was the best… ,” Yukimura ignored the fact that she had been hit more than once. She was proud of something she really shouldn’t have done. I made a mental note that the girls’ statements did confirm that the worst cases of class 2-D all were sexting the guys.
Getting back on the topic of me and Yae, though, Shima began giggling as she put her hands together in a cutesy pose. “Fufu… Kirishima-kun, I want to hear the details from you and Yae-chan. How far did you go?”
I gulped, knowing I had said too much to get Shima to want to pry. “H-Hey, Shima. Let’s not talk about this with Yae, okay? She’ll totally get back at me for saying anything.”
“Eh? But you and Yae-chan always blurt things out,” The truth hurt coming out of Shima’s mouth. “Isn’t that right, Aoi-chan?”
“She’s got a point, Kirishima-kun,” Takahashi agreed, doing her best to stifle her laughter at how flustered I was. “Maybe I should just let it slip to her right when she comes in.”
“Don’t you dare,” I grew aggressive immediately. I was exasperated and frustrated, so hearing Takahashi threaten to do so made me bark up at her. “Takahashi, if you do, I'll make you regret it.”
“Heh. Big talk from someone who’s afraid of Yukimura’s feet,” she smirked, knowing my threat meant nothing when she was so much bigger than me. She followed up by turning to the girl in question. “Maybe if she actually steps on you, you’ll know to watch your mouth.”
“What?” I paled, realizing provoking a prankster who was now more willing to act on a whim was a bad idea. If she actually told Yukimura, I was sure the girl would actually do it.
She didn’t need to be told though. Yukimura already wanted to do it. I glanced in Yukimura’s direction the moment I felt a shadow fall over me. Her foot was already raised, showing me her sole.
“... Yay…” the deadpan tone did not fit Yukimura’s expression of joy.
“Wait, Shizuku-ch-” Shima wasn’t able to stop Yukimura nor was I even able to move in time before Yukimura immediately bowled me over with her foot in the front. Once again, I was knocked straight down onto the floor of the gymnasium.
“Nghh… Seriously?” I grunted, holding my breath. The barefooted girl pinned me down using just her right foot and at 11 meters tall, Yukimura’s foot covered nearly all of my body besides my feet. To think she was so big now that my body was practically the size of her foot… I couldn’t fight it. It was like trying to lift a car while trapped under it, only this car was so dense and heavy, it had the weight of several trucks. As much as I tried to resist and push back against Yukimura’s sole, I couldn’t budge a single centimeter of her smooth foot. There was no doubt my ribs would have been shattered if the school didn’t have a DL Field. “Yukimura… get off of… me...”
“Wow. Didn’t think you’d actually just get right to it, Yukimura,” Takahashi was shocked the girl actually followed through. She didn’t stop her. She only commented on it with an amused tone.
“Squishy… squishy…,” Yukimura laughed. To my dismay, her toes nearly the size of my skull flanked both sides of my head and started squeezing it. The pressure on both sides of my skull felt tortuous. She was having too much fun without caring about the fact that I was a person. It made me wonder if this was how the regular Yukimura would act or if SRS was still affecting her.
Whatever the reason was, it did not matter in the end. Shima’s outbursts had caught the attention of the others. I was saved when the other girls realized just WHO, and not WHAT, Yukimura was stepping on.
“... What are you doing?”
An irate voice growled. I recognized its owner immediately. So she was done with Yanase-senpai.
“Y-Yae-chan?” Shima sounded like couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
“O-Oh crap, Asano!” Takahashi’s voice cracked. If I could actually see past Yukimura’s toes, at that moment, I would’ve seen her face turn as blue as her namesake the moment Yae’s hand grabbed onto her shoulder like a vice.
“Aoi-chan… Shizuku-san… Just. What. Are. You. Two. Doing. To. My. Touya?” The smile plastered on her face did not hide the tense air around her. Yae asked a simple question, but the way she slowly uttered every word revealed a venomous tone.
Yae was angry. No, that was putting it too lightly. She was furious. It had been a while since I had last seen this. The last major time it occurred, Takahashi was present, and since that day, the girl tried her best to avoid making Yae jealous ever again.
“H-Hey, I didn’t tell her to do anything. Yukimura did it on her own,” The trauma came flooding back to Takahashi who found herself unable to break free of Yae’s hand on her shoulder. “Hey, Yukimura, let go of Kirishima.”
Yukimura was as unconcerned as ever, not even realizing how scared Takahashi was. She kept her foot on me, but she did at least reduce the pressure as she turned her attention to the other girls. “... Eh? But he feels good to go squishy….”
“... Is it really that good?” for a moment, Takahashi was distracted.
Crack.
“O-Owowowowow! Asano, hold on! I give! Ok, I did make a suggestion! I’ll admit it!” It seemed Yae’s grip tightened on Takahashi’s shoulder as I could hear the girl wail.
“Three weeks of buying me and Touya lunch. Maybe then I’ll consider it, Aoi-chan,” Yae extorted, tightening her grip even further.
“I will. I will. I’m sorry. Just let go. Your nails are digging in!” Well, Takahashi was regretting what she had done now. While she hadn’t actually instigated Yukimura, she hadn’t helped either, which was enough for Yae to be hostile. I supposed I wouldn’t have to get even with her now that Yae had done so for me. As for Yukimura…
“Shi~zu~ku~sa~n…” Yae smiled as she stretched Yukimura’s name. “Maybe I should ask Eguchi-kun to make you wear socks for the next month. I’m sure he still owes Touya a favor or two.”
“Egu-...” Yukimura immediately let me go, getting her multi-ton, car sized foot off of me. I was free to breathe and look up high to see the normally expressionless girl pouting. “... Yae-chan, you don’t play fair… Don’t tell Eguchi-kun...”
That was a low blow, even I had to admit that, but at this moment, Yae wasn’t above physical violence or threats. Yukimura only cared about Eguchi, so going straight into using the Eguchi card was incredibly effective. She wouldn’t be able to refuse if Eguchi made her, but she really didn’t want to wear socks. And it was true Eguchi still owed me for numerous reasons. Apparently what was mine was Yae’s in this case because she used the favors I had collected as though they were her own.
And again, Yae wasn’t afraid to extort Yukimura. I watched as she put her hand on Yukimura’s shoulder. I could see the girl’s normally blank expression turn into a pained one. Yae was seriously digging her nails into the girl all while smiling happily. “I won’t tell him to do anything, Shizuku-san, but you do owe me and Touya a favor. Now apologize.”
“... Sorry, Kirishima-kun...”
It was amazing to see Yukimura actually repentant for once. It stunned me enough that I actually forgave her. “Cough… it’s fine… Just, never again, okay?”
If there was one lesson to be learned, it was to never anger Yae Asano. Yae was normally a gentle girl who bottled things up, keeping to herself and trying to avoid speaking out or acting up. However, whenever the lid to what she was holding in was uncapped, she became a serious threat. She wouldn’t explode, no, that was too simple. What made Yae very much like her mother was the calm rage that seeped out of her every pore. Thanks to how the girls seemed to have fewer inhibitions after being hit with SRS, Yae wasn’t able to bottle things up as much as she could before.
As witness to it all, the bystander Shima could only shiver as Yae tried to calm down enough to pick me up and check up on me.
“Awawa… Yae-chan’s scary.”
Yes, she was, but she had been scary for my sake. I couldn’t say that I didn’t appreciate how she felt about me.