Amy was not at all a popular girl. In fact, she had no friends to speak of whatsoever. It was well known that her family carried the shrinking disease, and few people were interested in being friends with a girl that was eventually going to dwindle down to less than half an inch in height. Even though she was just 13, and likely had several years before she would dwindle down (if indeed she did, there was always a chance it would spare her), nobody bothered getting to know her.
Still, no attention was preferable to negative attention. Despite her age, Amy had the build of a girl two years younger. She was petite, slim and with little to no muscle at all. Her raven black hair was kept long, almost to the small of her back, her timid blue eyes rarely making contact with anyone else's, and most of her time she spent indoors, on the computer or face buried in a book. So it was only natural that she would be bullied mercilessly. It was fairly typical for any middle schooler.
The bully that hounded Amy most, Kelsey, was a year younger, and a grade below. For a 7th grader Kelsey had established early on in the school year just who was in charge. The sandy-blonde, emerald-eyed tyrant was fond of putting others in their place, and their place was always beneath her. More than once Amy had been pinned down behind the school during recess, Kelsey seated on top of the older girl's back with her shoes kicked off so that she could force her dirty, sockless feet into Amy's face.
Amy wasn't Kelsey's only target, but she seemed to be one of her favorites. None of the other kids dared to intervene, lest they become the next focus of Kelsey's attention, and Kelsey was careful to time her aggressive behaviors in such a way that there were no responsible adults present, or they were otherwise preoccupied. Amy had endured the bullying for months on end, and it became a matter of routine for her. She knew that in the locker room before gym that Kelsey might walk by while she was seated on the bench, farting in her face. She knew that after gym, she was likely to have her face crammed into the younger girl's armpit.
So perhaps it was completely normal when Amy began to actually come to look forward to the incidents. After all, she had no friends, no one that was interested in enjoying her company. But Kelsey was a constant companion of sorts. Multiple times a day, every school day, without fail, Amy could count on Kelsey's sadistic attentions. She had smelled the other girl's feet more times than she could count, been belched at, farted on, and pinned beneath her weight far more times than anyone had ever asked her to hang out, or join their group, or if she wanted to sit by them.
Over time it began to become something of a fixation for Amy. Thoughts of Kelsey occupied more and more of her time, outside of the isolated incidents at school. She would find herself watching a television program and thinking if Kelsey would find it as funny or lame as she did. She would be doing her homework and ponder whether or not Kelsey had finished it already, and if it was easy or difficult. And at night, she'd sometimes dream about her.
In her dreams she was often tiny, finally afflicted by the shrinking disease she carried in her blood. She might be in the hallways at school, the size of an insect. The halls would be empty, or emptying at the sound of the bell, no one taking notice of the shrunken 8th grade girl. She'd hear the thunderous footsteps and know immediately what was in store. At the end of the hall would be Kelsey, towering like a skyscraper, and she would instantly spot Amy on the ground, vulnerable, and begin stomping towards her.



Amy would try to run, her tiny legs far outmatched by the sweeping strides of the giantess pursuing her. Kelsey would call out taunts, or a cartoonish 'fe-fi-fo-fum' or sometimes simply giggle in anticipation. She'd catch up, stomp one massive sneaker down to throw Amy off her feet. Amy would roll over to cower in fear as Kelsey slipped a foot from one humid sneaker, wiggle her toes, then slowly bring it down. Amy would hold up her hands, futilely, and it would end with her feeling the heat and pressure of Kelsey's sole, smelling the sour stink of her sweaty feet, hearing her cruel laughter echoing overhead.
She didn't share these dreams or thoughts with anyone else. Her immediate family was all smaller than half an inch and cared for by the combined efforts of a maid and Amy herself. Aside from them, Amy had no one to share any of this with. On her own she had begun to just accept that Kelsey was in all regards superior. Genetics had determined it. No matter what Amy could hope to accomplish, she was hardwired to randomly shrink to a pathetic bug, and she was lagging behind in development regardless.
The crush that she had on Kelsey would remain a secret, she had decided. She would enjoy what little interaction with her bully she received, but that was all it would ever be. How could it be more? Even if she somehow found the courage to tell Kelsey that she liked her, liked the things she did do to her, she couldn't imagine a scenario in which Kelsey reciprocated. If anything, Kelsey would be disgusted, Amy knew. How could she ever like or want to go out with a pathetic, shy, bug of a girl like Amy?
So resigned was Amy to suffer in silence that she barely lifted her head up that fateful Friday morning at school. While all of the other kids bustled about the halls, laughing and talking about their weekend plans, Amy half-heartedly took what she needed from her locker and stuffed it into her backpack. It was fortunate that she was looking down, and not distracted by some conversation with a best friend or classmate, or she likely wouldn't have seen the bit of subtle movement out of the corner of her eye.
Glancing to her right, without giving any thought to it, she blinked. Then blinked again. On the floor, beneath the overhead protection of the row of wall-lockers lining the corridor, was a tiny naked person. Perhaps it was just that she was accustomed to keeping an eye out for tinies, living with several herself much of her life, or that she was focused on the ground anyway, but she had caught the movement and realized what it was just before it stopped behind a crumpled up ball of notebook paper.
Looking up at the classmates all around, she could see that nobody else had spotted the shrunken person. Their focus was on each other, on their lockers, their backpacks, and homework due in classes that would start in just a couple of minutes. She was the only one who knew the tiny person was there, and for a minute she was tempted to cry out to everyone what she had seen, to get them all to stop before someone, by chance, slipped a foot too far under a locker and smeared the poor person.
But she kept silent. She wasn't sure why, but something deep down inside of her wanted to keep this person all to herself. She had the shrinking disease, and certainly had sympathy for the individual, she could only imagine what would be going through her mind if SHE had shrunken at school and was avoiding footfalls for her life, but she couldn't pass this chance up. Fate had delivered her a friend. One that couldn't betray her or say no to hanging out, or do anything at all but what she willed or allowed.
Closing her locker, Amy sidestepped down the row as the corridors began to empty of other kids. The bell would be ringing momentarily, and consequences varied with the teacher. She slipped her right foot out of the thick green flip flop that gave her an extra couple of inches of height, and knocked the crumpled paper away, one hand braced against the locker in front of her. The tiny behind it cowered, frightened, as Amy quickly shot her foot forward. She was careful not to squeeze too hard as she brought her toes over the tiny kid's head and scrunched them, feeling the small body squirm against the underside of her middle and next smallest toe. Carefully, she slipped the flip-flop back on.


She put very little weight on her foot as she stood there, watching the other boys and girls meander off to their classes. She could feel the struggling of the tiny under her toes, but kept them firmly clamped together. When she felt them trying to crawl away, towards the a small space between flip flop and gigantic foot, she lowered the pad of her middle toe on them and kept them pinned down. She really didn't intend to hurt them but she wasn't going to let them escape.
When the hallway finally cleared she bent over and splayed her toes, allowing the shrunken person to drop freely to the sandal. Before they could regain their wits she pinched them up between thumb and forefinger and slid her flip flop on properly. Wasting no time she hurried into the nearest girl's bathroom, and checked to see that she was alone. She was relieved to find that everyone had made their way to class by now, and out in the hall she could hear the school bell ring out.
Taking the stall farthest from the door she slid the lock into place and plopped her butt onto the seat, holding the tiny up for inspection. It was a girl, a fellow 8th grader she didn't know personally but recognized from around the halls and assemblies. Wavy brown hair, eyes that were a dark color, though Amy couldn't specifically tell what. She had been taller, more shapely than Amy, but that was before. Now, she was beneath notice. Just like her.
“Hey, sorry if I scared you! I saw you running around. I didn't want you to get stepped on or something.” Amy whispered softly to the shrunken girl, who looked up at her in fear, eyes wide as Amy's breath washed over her. Amy could see from the dust scattered about her body, and the blackened soles of her feet, that she had probably shrunken just after getting to school. Who knows where her clothes were now. “What's your name?”
“I-I'm Lindsey...” The girl said, looking down over Amy's fingernail to the ground, so far below. Amy knew from personal experience with her family that being handled like this was far from comfortable, and so she slowly lowered Lindsey down to her jean-covered knee. “Thank you...” The tiny girl said, dusting herself off as Amy's enormous fingers drew away.
“You're real lucky to be alive. Nobody pays attention to what's on the ground, especially something so small. Sorry if I wasn't so gentle.” She said, resting one of her hands behind the miniaturized girl. She didn't think Lindsey would try and escape from so high up, or be so stupid as to jump, but she wouldn't risk it.
“Well, it was...pretty weird being grabbed by your toes. But it's fine. Just take me to the nurse, please.” Lindsey said simply. Amy couldn't help but feel annoyed. She had undoubtedly saved this girl's life, and she was already going to dismiss her? She was late to class, to boot. She didn't have to intervene. She could've just as easily gone about her day, not taking the slightest bit of interest in Lindsey's survival.
“Don't you want to be friends? I'll take you home after school, we can get to know each other a little. There's all kinds of stuff for tinies at my house you can have. You won't have to go to school anymore, or be bullied!” Amy said, smiling down at the miniscule teen, but she only took a step back, bumping into the much larger girl's thumb. “Or if you want, you can keep coming to school with me, in my bag, or pocket, or...” Amy continued, trailing off when she could see that Lindsey was yelling.
“Your FRIEND? I don't want to be your friend, I WANT to see a nurse or a doctor or my family! I didn't even know I had the shrinking disease! This wasn't supposed to happen to me, I'm not some nobody! Why aren't you helping me? Why would I ever want to go to your house?” She cried up at Amy, who merely stared down at her, the kindness and empathy draining slowly from her face, replaced by her usual flat affect.
“You're right. Why would anyone want to go to my house? Or be my friend? I'm just some nobody that's going to shrink some day. So what does that make you?” Amy asked, unfeeling. She pinched Lindsey up again and stood, turning around to hold her over the toilet seat.



“W-what are you doing!? No, don't!” She cried out, her voice cracking as she kicked her legs, hands grasping at Amy's huge fingertips, trying to find any purchase. Amy simply stood there, watching the frantic writhing of her prisoner. But she couldn't drop her. She couldn't find it within her to kill this tiny classmate of hers. Maybe after a few days of isolation in a shoebox under her bed, Amy could convince Lindsey that her friendship had value.
“I'm going to stick you in my pocket and go about the rest of my day, just like every other kid our age is going about their day.” With that, Amy stuffed Lindsey into her pocket, ignoring her shouted pleas and barely-distinguishable punches against her finger, releasing her halfway and letting her slide the rest of the fall along Amy's leg.
She then picked up her backpack and left the bathroom. She could only just barely feel the tiny girl shifting in her pocket, and wondered if she was trying to find some hole or means of escape. Or, it occurred to her, maybe she was just being tossed about by the powerful muscles in Amy's leg and hip, contracting and relaxing beneath her skin as they carried her to her first class, Math.
Taking a deep breath before opening the door, she felt the eyes of every single one of her classmates fall on her as she entered. Even the teacher, standing at the whiteboard with a dry erase marker in hand, glanced her way, but all said nothing. A heartbeat after they all returned to what they were doing. Not worth punishing for tardiness, it seemed, Amy thought to herself as she took her seat.
As she took out her math book and a pencil and paper, she shifted her butt a little, flexing her muscles until her already small pocket was pulled taut against her skin. Then she was able to notice the thrashing of her little captive, and it brought the thinnest of smiles to her lips. Just by the smallest movements of her body, Amy could completely alter Lindsey's world. Right here in this room, and nobody had any way of knowing.
She relaxed, only to do it again a moment later. Again, Lindsey struggled and fought with all of her might against Amy but it was useless. There was no winning against a girl hundreds and hundreds of times larger and stronger. On any normal day, Lindsey probably would've been able to beat up Amy without breaking a sweat. She was by no means a strong or athletic girl, light for her age and always last in gym. But with Lyndsey shrunk, she was practically a goddess to the miniature girl.
Amy couldn't help but wonder what tune Lyndsey would be singing if it had been Kelsey that had found her, instead. Kelsey might not have even bothered talking to her, simply smashing her with one well-placed stomp. Or taking her off to the bathroom, not to offer friendship but to dump her in the toilet bowl, and then use it. Amy's heart pounded at the thought of all of the many different possibilities.
That's how she spent the entire class period, and the next, and the one after. All the way up until lunch, she imagined what Kelsey might do with a shrunken classmate, especially one that no one knew she had. It was quickly becoming an obsession for her, and so dominated her thoughts that she could scarcely pay attention to her schoolwork, not that anyone noticed.
When the bell finally rang for lunch, Amy had made up her mind. Lindsey didn't want to be her friend and it wasn't going to make much of a difference if she kept her imprisoned within her bedroom until she pretended she did. But getting to witness the subject of her infatuation, Kelsey, have her way with the tiny girl...that was too enticing not to try.
And so Amy went to lunch, where she knew she'd find Kelsey, with a speck-sized girl trapped in her pocket and a powerful urge to see the immensely superior and sadistic Kelsey do what she did best. Bully, belittle, humiliate, and dominate inferior girls.