It wasn’t uncommon for some of the girls at Oakvale to find their tiny classmates in places they shouldn’t be. Either because some of the more sadistic students had deliberately placed them there for their own entertainment, or simply because the smaller students were notoriously foolish whenever their own safety was concerned.
Originally, the teachers and governors had tried to limit or prohibit dangerous practices where possible but quickly found that impossible. So instead, they enacted a policy that removed blame or liability from their students but also compensated the families when ‘accidents’ did happen. Which, in turn, gave rise to four main categories of students:
There were those dubbed, the Careless. Unbothered by their tiny colleagues, so never really seeking them out but also never going out of their way to avoid causing them harm either. If a tiny classmate made the mistake of veering into their path as they walked down a hallway, they would never redirect their footsteps to avoid crushing them into a fine paste.
Then there were the girls dubbed, the Sadists. Enamoured with any tinies they could get their hands out, outside of the view of the teachers that genuinely bothered to try and uphold tiny rights, and were always keen to maximise their captives’ suffering. Some did what they could to keep any tinies alive for as long as possible, whilst others were happy for them to expire so long as they got what they wanted from the tinies in their possession. Needless to say, anyone in this camp was avoided religiously by any tiny students.
Outside of them, there were also those dubbed, the Gentles. Contrary to most others, these students always did anything they could to help out the students they considered 'tiny friends'. Whether that was helping them to classes by letting them ride along in their pockets, or managing to liberate them from the possession of Sadists. Rare as that was. Without them present within the school, it would’ve been unlikely that any size-compromised student made it to the end of the year, even with their limited numbers.
And finally, there were the Bystanders. Named by the Sadists for their more passive attitude to the carnage that regularly unfolded around them. Similarly to the Careless, they were less invested in the cruelty occurring, however, unlike them, these students would happily get involved should the opportunity present itself or given enough peer pressure. They’d rarely seek it out and weren’t nearly as motivated by cruelty as the Sadists were, but still got a kick out of having a little fun with the tiny student population when the moment arose.
Some of the students had also set about categorising the teachers, but that mostly came down to two distinctions: those who followed the rules and tried to apprehend the girls causing tiny students grief, and those who didn't bother or just used any tiny students for their own amusement where they could get away with it.
But, when considering the way non-tiny students were looked at, it was safe to say that Alison was one of the Bystanders, both via her preferences and as identified by one of her close friends, Lily. Who herself was one of the most vocal Sadists in their year.
After an unusually long P.E. class, Alison and the rest of her form funnelled back into the changing rooms to get changed. Some freshened up with a shower or wash, whilst others neglected to do so, either unbothered by their sweat or because they knew they could put it to good use.
Dropping down onto the bench nearest her belongings, Alison swept her damp brown hair back over her shoulder and began to shimmy her shirt off and re-button up her white school shirt. Usually, she would’ve showered, but considering she had a match in a matter of hours, the brunette didn’t really see the point. And so she similarly shuffled out of her shorts and back into her skirt and school socks, which were black and navy respectively.
Across the room, she scanned a few of the other girls getting changed. Many were simply getting changed, whilst others sported a few tiny classmates adorned on their sweaty bodies after the intensive exercise they’d all just done. And a few of the girls were even posing with one another and brandishing their punished tinies in the process.
Naturally, Lily had both her arms raised and appeared to be taunting the two girls she’d had stuck against her since that morning. Neither of the tiny girls looked to be having a particularly nice time, plastered with so much sweat they seemed to be stuck without a need for the tape that’d been there at the start of P.E. an hour earlier. Though she was sure both knew better than to complain to their tormentress, considering how much worse the impish girl could make things for them.
She also spotted Harper fishing around in the back of her damp underwear. Probably trying to locate some wayward captive that’d slipped too deep between her massive cheeks. Harper seemed to spot Alison’s gaze as she fired off a cheeky wink in her direction as she continued to stretch out her panties. The brunette couldn’t help but blush just a little, having always had a bit of a girl crush on the flirty goth.
Finally, she sought out Clara, whose feet she could already smell from across the room, so Alison knew she must’ve had her trainers and socks off. And to no one’s surprise, the blonde was sat back and had both of her lengthy bare feet propped up on the edge of the bench beneath her. Spreading and flexing her visibly sweaty toes as a tiny victim hung from the space between each of them as if they'd been lynched by her stink. Not a single crevice was empty, and each one seemed to be so noxious that its captive remained motionless and so sticky that their faces didn’t unpeel even as Clara continued to stretch out her toes.
She looked like she was speaking to her tiny-toe prisoners, but Alison was too far away to hear what she had to say. Although she did see Lily start to laugh as she turned her head in the blonde’s direction, so clearly the rich brat was on good form today.
Alison watched her classmates for a couple of minutes before turning her attention back to herself and reaching down to fish out her loafers from beneath the bench. Slipping on the left without much thought and only pausing when she saw something hopping around inside her right shoe, just as her toes had moved to slide inside.
“What the fuck? Why are you in my shoe, you little pervert?”
Glowering down, Alison brought the shoe up to eye height and examined the tiny boy who was frantically jumping up and down on her well-worn insole. Waving his arms and trying to say something.
“P-Please! You’ve gotta get me out of here. Some crazy bitch threw me in when you lot all left, so I’ve been stuck here ever since!” He shouted up.
Alison cocked an eyebrow. “Wait, you’ve been in there for the whole hour we were doing P.E.?”
He nodded, slowing his incessant hopping.
Even without trying to inhale her stale shoe stink, Alison couldn’t help but catch a bit of a whiff as she addressed him.
“I guess you must be getting used to the smell in there then. And I’d hate to start depriving you now, so why don’t I freshen things up for you?”
His tiny eyes ballooned as he realised she wasn’t about to save him. Quite the opposite in fact. And so his jumping and yelling started up again.
“Wait! Just… just let me out of here! Please, you’ll neve—“
“Look. If you’re still hanging on in there by the time I get home, I’ll give you a little break, loser. But until then…”
Alison let the shoe drop out of her hand and back onto the floor, causing the tiny boy to float up into the air before smashing back into her insole. Only then did she catch Lily’s eager eyes watching her from the other side of the room. Both her arms now lowered back down with her captives hidden from sight. Her friend almost certainly had something to do with the boy in her shoe, Alison decided.
Creeping her socked toes back onto the rim of the flat, nearly obscuring the mouth of the shoe, she squinted down. And the brunette could just about hear the last pleas the tiny boy was making as her foot slipped inside.
“PLEASE! DON’T LEAVE ME HERE!! IT STINKS!! IT SMELLS SO FUCKING BAD!”
“Damn, that kinda sucks for you then, doesn’t it. If it legit smells that bad, then how about we see how long can you hold your breath?”
Pushing her foot inside the shoe, Alison felt him crumple and flatten into her sole. Separated from her still sticky flesh by the sock she’d been using for the last couple of days.
“My socks must stink kinda bad in there, right? P.E. was pretty brutal today, though I bet you could already smell that.” The muffled vibrations and frantic spasms against her sole spoke volumes. “Yeah, maybe next time pick literally any other day to perv around in my shoes, you tiny idiot.”
Lily really had picked the worst possible moment to send him into her shoes, hadn’t she? Then again, he could’ve been wheezing inside Harper’s boots or smothered up against Clara’s sole, so maybe getting trapped in her shoe was some small mercy after all.
In retrospect, perhaps it would’ve been a little more entertaining to chuck him inside her airing trainers, but then again, Alison did feel pretty good having him twitch and squirm down there. And so she got to her feet and packed up the rest of her sweaty gym clothes. Many of which would be in use again later, excluding her shirt and trainers, given her jersey and football boots were more appropriate for training.
Alison shimmied around Blake and swung open the locker room door, letting in a cool blast of air from the college corridor outside. And again, she spotted Lily’s eyes on her.
“What were you doing with your shoe, Ali?” Her friend asked, still getting changed. “D’ya find something in there?”
The brunette turned and stuck her tongue out, provoking a wry chuckle from her friend. Alison then stepped down hard on her right foot and walked out. Letting the door rattle shut behind her.
It was a bit of a trek to her next class, but she figured the boy probably wouldn’t burst from that alone. After all, those loafers were getting kinda old, so the smell would have the advantage of what would end him quickest. Assuming he was lucky enough to die before her long walk home pounded him into her insole.