God dammit. On my first fuckin day too. Emma whispered aloud, re-reading the e-mail shed received an hour earlier. Shed recently given up on any semblance of normalcy within her life, and simply decided to go with the flow. Her year had been full of absurd scenarios and wild situations, but it had also broken free of what had, until then, been a rather uninteresting period. Feeling ill all the time and accomplishing next to nothing for the past several years had lead to an incredible surge of activity and, if nothing else, interesting stories to tell for anyone else.
So, as part of her new, Go with the flow initiative shed simply waited for the universe to supply her with yet another new job, after shed gotten fired for breaking the thermostat at her previous one. She was not disappointed as she had been, completely randomly, offered a position as an Ethics professor at a local university. The subject sounded complex, but she reasoned as long as she could remain at least one chapter ahead of her students shed be able to skim by.
Only a couple days ago shed read the first chapter of an impossibly dense textbook. Her head hurt while trying to comprehend the subjects, but her understanding was probably good enough to teach it. Probably. Shed even considered re-reading it
though had ultimately decided against it.
Still, shed made a good first impression with the higher-ups! Her interview had gone well, and she believed it was the maternal aura she radiated that lead to her getting hired. Never mind that this was a university, and all of her students were at least in their 20s and had no need for a maternal figure any longer! Those were semantics! There had to be some reason the man doing the interview was immediately taken with her the instant hed laid eyes on her. And he could obviously sense her natural inclination towards teaching!
Frowning, she readjusted the drum-tight top she wore that squeezed her massive chest down, and readjusted her position in the uncomfortable chair. She was still annoyed that this job didnt look like anything shed imagined it to be in all the movies shed seen about the subject. She wanted to be the cool drama teacher whod sit backwards on a chair and rap with her students about the philosophical study of morality, the theory of right and wrong behavior, value, virtue, and vice. Instead she was going to be standing in front of a bunch of young adults who probably thought they were smarter than she was. And a good deal of them probably were!
But that wasnt even the worst part of this entire situation. Shortly after arriving shed received an e-mail from the administration. Apparently, due to some clerical error, at least four classrooms worth of students had been assigned to her first period. The mistake hadnt been noticed until it was too late to do anything about it.
Use whatever means necessary to cull as many of the students as possible. The e-mail read. The word cull didnt sound very nice, and she wasnt sure what she was supposed to do. Would anything happen if she convinced them all to leave? Because thatd mean she only had to teach one class a day, and could sleep in late!
The bell rang. Emma bit her bottom lip, and looked back over the vast, empty space that made up her classroom. Shed run out of time on this, and would have to come up with a plan soon. She wasnt even sure what sorts of arrangements would need to be made for those who stuck around. Shed assumed shed be getting a traditional classroom experience when shed taken the job.
Instead, shed been assigned a tiny class! Her first time walking into her classroom had caused a great deal of confusion when the only notable thing inside was her own desk. After taking a few steps in the empty room and wondering if there had been a mistake, there was a sharp crack under one of her heels.
Her eyes went wide after she checked the bottom of her shoe. Splintered chunks of wood and bent iron fell from the bottom of her shoe into a neat pile. Looking back she cursed herself and her idiocy, as that probably only made the problem with the overcrowded classroom even worse!
She tried to compose herself as a tiny door next to the one shed crouched to get into opened up. Already a giant of a woman herself, Emma clenched her teeth as she positively minuscule people filter into her classroom. She didnt have much time left! She needed to come up with a plan before they start asking about the desks!
Good morning, everyone. She said, smiling and waving warmly at the tiny figures entering. Many waved passively, but more than a few immediately noticed just how massive their teacher actually was. While most other teachers sat comfortably behind their desks, it was clear that the one Emma sat at was comically small for her giant form.
The fascination lasted only a moment, however. Afterwards they continued on their way, and began to fill up the limited number of seats.
Hello. Emma continued, as more and more students entered. Her heart pounded in her chest, wondering if she was making a good first impression. Shed made sure to wear the nicest looking outfit she could find. An ordinary pantsuit with a plain white button-up shirt underneath that looked as if it were about to pop open at any time. Shed even taken extra care to make sure her glasses were practically sparkling, though she still couldnt make out the details of any of the little peoples faces. A pair of open-toed short heels completed the look! She was the very image of maturity, and elegance, if she were asked.
Her outfit wasnt earning much more than a quick glance from most of the students, though. A disappointment, but it was expected. Clearly these young minds were here to learn, not admire how well-dressed and pretty their professor was! At least, thats what she told herself as more and more of the tiny desks were filled up.
Emma did her best to remain composed. She straightened her posture out, clasped her hands together, and smiled widely. She hoped her faux confidence would lead them to believe she had a solution for the obvious seating issue. Maybe there was something in her brief study of ethics that could solve the issue?
Nothing was coming to mind.
The tardy bell rang just as the last few bodies entered. Many were standing around, waiting for instructions as it was obvious that there wasnt enough seating available. In a cold sweat, Emma opened up her computer, quickly reading through the e-mail again. How big was the class supposed to be when this was all said and done anyway?
A bolt of inspiration struck. Her full lips turned up into a smile as a seemingly obvious solution presented itself to her. Only now
how was she going to decide who stayed? Every method she could think of seemed inherently biased in some way, and if she was supposed to be teaching ethics then shed need to come up with something good. Something egalitarian, or purely random.
Hello, everyone! Welcome to Ethics 101. You can just call me Professor Emma, because last names are too formal. Okay?
A near-silent murmur of approval ran through the room.
Great! Now, um
who here has a first or last name that starts with a
D? She asked, selecting a letter at random. A smattering of hands in raised in response, though Emma admittedly had to squint to make sure that was what they were doing. Cool! Would all of you please come up to my desk?
Nearly a dozen students broke away from the center of the room, gathering near Emmas toes. She waited patiently, tapping her heel on the floor occasionally as she considered lifting her toes up and slamming them onto those who had gathered here. Sadly, that would not get rid of nearly enough people, so she had to resist that desire. She could not stop herself from stretching her legs forward and bringing her toes even closer to the gathered students for the sake of comparison.
It turns out she was, in fact, bigger than them.
Great! Emma said, finally stepping out from behind her desk to collect the gathered bodies. They stepped up onto her palms carefully, before being whisked off the floor and deposited back onto her workspace. She then dusted her hands off, and sat onto the desk as well. Though she was careful to not crush any of her students beneath her massive behind she did take up a considerable amount of space on the surface, and heard it creak as she settled onto it.
Okay, as for the rest of you, I assume youve noticed that theres not enough desks out there, right? Emma asked, looking out into the room. A murmur of agreement faintly reached her ears, as some students decided to commandeer the freshly-abandoned desks.
The reason for that is simple, She explained. There was a bit of an administrative error, and far too many of you were assigned this class by mistake. So I figured this would be a good teaching moment! You see, I was presented with an ethical dilemma. I couldnt possibly accept all of you, so I had to come up with some method of making the class smaller. She said, chuckling at her own joke.
As she did so her tremendous breasts jiggled softly, drawing a good number of her students eyes down to her straining top. The extra movement made the buttons look as if they were ready to fly off at a moments notice, which could be dangerous if it were to hit one of the tiny people.
So, I came up with a completely random solution that favors nobody. The students up here on my desk will get to take the class. For the rest of you, this is your last day in Ethics 101. Thanks for showing interest in the course! Emma said, smiling warmly as she set about kicking her heels off.
An almost inaudible murmur came over the students. None were quite sure what that meant, but many were gathering their things and looking up at the giant woman to dismiss them from the class. Others were indignant, as they had carefully constructed schedules that required them to take this exact class at this exact time. Others, still, were indifferent, and awaiting further instruction.
As soon as Emmas shoes were removed she kicked them off directly in front of her. The shoes slid across the floor, coming dangerously close to a few of the students in the process. Among these was James, world-class suckup and who, in preparation for being a model student, had arrived exactly on time and taken the seat front and center in front of the giant desk. He hadnt noticed Emmas size would mean that her toes were uncomfortably close to his desk when she was sitting down, but it was something hed just have to get over in order to curry favor with the woman.
When the shoes had been kicked off he jumped out of his seat and only barely managed to get away from the skidding footwear in time. After it slid to a stop he stepped around to make sure his things were intact, and quickly slid his desk back into position. If he wasnt going to be able to take this class he was going to make sure he left a good impression before he was ejected!
Still, he couldnt help but take quick glances at the shoe lying on its side nearby. Hed been around big people his whole life, but this shoe was definitely the biggest hed ever seen. Even more, there were clear imprints of her toes left behind on the soles. Each was so big he could have probably laid comfortably in them if it were laying out flat. In such close proximity there was also the heady scent of leather and sweat making it difficult to focus on the giant, barefoot woman sitting overhead. Most of his interactions around bigger people were restricted to raised walkways set up all over the city. Seeing one from ground level was relatively rare, and awe-inspiring.
But, more than any of that, she was probably violating some sort of rules by kicking off her shoes in such a careless manner! And he felt a powerful need to show off his knowledge of rules, and by extension, ethics, to the teacher.
Professor Emma! He shouted with a raised arm. The giant woman lazily turned her head down to look directly at him, and it seemed as if the pair locked eyes for a moment. A small bit of movement drew his attention lower, and he noticed that she was flexing her toes rhythmically. She should probably put some socks on, as her feet would otherwise be distracting to everyone present!
PROFESSOR! PLEASE RELOCATE YOUR SHOE! James shouted through cupped hands. THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE BEHAVIOR FOR SOMEONE IN YOUR POSITION!
Emma hadnt expected to nearly crush someone through the simple act of removing a shoe. So when she saw the small man pushing his desk back into its proper position, she couldnt help but smile. That was the kind of initiative she appreciated! He had definitely earned his spot as the first person she would tread upon today.
James watched as his giant teacher raised one foot, and moved it directly overhead. He cupped his hands over his mouth once again, wanting to let the careless woman know that she may accidentally step on him if she didnt reposition herself. The giant toes above wiggled eagerly, dislodging a small amount of dust that gently rained onto his face.
Once again Emma was hit with a moral dilemma. Would it be more humane to crush him while he was still speaking, or should she let him finish whatever he was saying before stepping down.
In the end she decided it probably didnt matter. After all, any discomfort would last only a fraction of a second in either scenario. With that justification she slammed her foot down onto the tiny body, and flattening him with a meaty CRUNCH!
Afterward she twisted her foot out on the remains, enjoying the extra texture that crushing the desk with him had provided. It also helped absorb a lot of the excess liquid so she wasnt left with a sticky sensation on her sole. Sighing, Emma twisted her toes back and forth a few more times, then checked the bottom of her foot. As she did so a wave of panic spread out over the rest of the class as it was immediately obvious that what theyd just witnessed was not an accident.
Frowning, Emma poked at the red splotch left behind on her sole, then wiggled her toes. She should probably handle the rest of this barefoot as well. While there was less mess thanks to the desk, there was still something left behind. And she didnt want to ruin the nicest pair of shoes she owned with her classs remains!
Shrugging her shoulders, she placed her hands on her hips, and looked over the fleeing crowd spreading out before her again. Theyd all be expelled from her class soon enough, but there were so many options available to her now! Which direction would be the most interesting? Perhaps the clumped up crowds to the left? Or the spread-out sprinters to the right? The view from her lofty height made it all blend into a mad dash in every direction except towards her.
Shrugging her shoulders, Emma figured that there wasnt going to be any easy way of deciphering this puzzle. Maybe if shed been the teacher for advanced mathematics she could come up with some bizarre algorithm or something to figure this out. Though thatd probably just mean shed return to her desk to work out a complex equations.
And that sounded so boring.
Just walking aimlessly was probably for the best, she reasoned. And shed just spotted her next target! A small woman moved like a blur through the crowds, effortlessly navigating the chaotic terrain. It shouldnt be too hard for Emma to catch up, though.
One of her strides was equal to about ten seconds of the small womans running. Shed been graciously given about a minute-long headstart, but it was immediately obvious she wasnt going to maintain it. Desks, chairs, and even other people were navigated around by the nimble woman as if the classroom were an obstacle course. As Emma casually sidled after the nimble little person she wound up crushing more minuscule students, as well as nearly a dozen desks. Only a few more steps would do it now!
While Emma cleared a path of destruction on her way to the tiny woman, Emily was in the middle of the most thrilling experience of her life. Shed long been a fan of parkour videos, and dreamed of finding some excuse to make those same moves. She may not have been nearly as fast, considering she only watched the videos, and never really practiced, but it was still serving her well!
Chairs were little more than platforms she could leap from for extra height. Where other students bumped into or fell over desks she managed to almost-flawlessly slide under them. She wasnt sure where her ultimate destination was, but had a feeling a hiding place had to exist somewhere in the room. Until she could find it the easiest solution seemed to be the wall opposite the one where Emma stood initially. Perhaps she could sidle up against the wall, and blend in if she stood very still.
Keeping her pace up was made considerably more difficult every time the giantess took a step of her own. If either of her feet were on the floor when Emma took one of her giant, floor-shaking steps, shed be knocked off balance. Once a boon to maintaining momentum, desks and chairs quickly became a liability as the vibrations made for unreliable footholds.
The sounds of the approaching feet grew louder. She bit her bottom lip as the could hear the chaos around grew louder. People asking how they were supposed to get the required number of credits now were silenced with a thunderous shake. Each additional step was harder than the last, and she couldnt shake the suspicion that she was being targeted specifically.
She pumped her legs as hard as she could, but it did no good. Her stomach dropped when the ground all around her darkened, as she knew that the giant sole above was ready to claim her. Gritting her teeth, she pushed out everything she still had in her body for a final burst of speed. Another ear-popping boom rumbled around in every direction. This was it. This was the end! She forced her eyes shut, not wanting to face the demise head-on.
Seconds passed. The air around her was suddenly hot, but that crushing pressure from above never came. Shed heard the foot step down, though. Does that mean
She opened her eyes, and realized that shed managed to miraculously fall between two of the giantesss chubby toes. They towered over her majestically, and she could feel her lungs fill with the acrid scent wafting off of them. She shook her head to clear her vision, and looked straight up.
Emily had long held a certain affinity towards the big people she encountered regularly. Shed often make up excuses to be picked up by someone, or hang out intentionally in mixed-size spaces. Now she adjusted her glasses, shivering as shed never felt smaller than she did right now. Professor Emmas big and second toe were on either side of her, towering like dusky monuments to her great scale. Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead as the difference in scale was overwhelming. Craning her neck higher, she failed to get a read on what Emma was doing right now. The vast underside of her breasts simply made for an impassable wall.
Fear suddenly gripped her heart, as she realized she probably shouldnt just keep standing here. Turning in place, she broke into a fresh run.
Far above, Emma ignored everything else caught beneath her soles in her pursuit of the speedy runner. Along the way her soles were adorned with the remains of former students, as well as their desks. They were all going to be crushed anyway, so any she stepped on incidentally would just be less to do after.
Upon closing the gap, she raised a foot overhead and stamped down on the scurrying mop of blonde hair. Another desk crunched underfoot in the same step, but it was missing
something. That little bit of moisture that came with a body pulping under her tread was missing.
Frowning, she leaned back and looked at the floor. Down between her toes was that blonde speck! She must have been running just fast enough to get out from under her foot. Such speed would have been an incredible asset to the tiny track and field team, and she hoped the coach wouldnt be too mad with her for what she was about to do.
Without giving it a second thought, she clenched her toes together, and pulped the tiny woman into paste. The warmth splashed between her toes, and she began to casually walk around the room again. Dozens upon dozens more were crushed beneath her sole, and twisted out like they were little more than human debris.
Without any specific tasks in mind she was able to quickly make short work of everyone in the class. A number of small red streaks were painted around the floors, and her soles were warm with what remained of nearly a hundred tiny people. Shed probably done too good a job, if she were being honest. Maybe instead of sparing only the students whose names started with D she shouldve picked a few more letters.
Too little too late! For now she gave the room another once-over, confirming that there wasnt anyone still scurrying around. As far as she could tell the coast was clear! Well, except for a couple of desks still standing. And, well, they did crunch nicely
So she made a game of it! During the walk back to her desk Emma was careful to crush any still-standing desks whod been spared the weight of her powerful feet. Each crunched spectacularly, and fell apart beneath the massive womans soles. Desk after desk collapsed her as she carefully positioned her steps to take out as many as possible.
Catherine was the last student left. Shed watched as the giant, well-dressed woman made her way through the room dispatching of everyone she came across in an efficient manner. The rest of her classmates were all idiots, of course. She was clearly the smartest person here by a long shot!
She lay reclined under her desk as people and their belongings crunched around her. Sometimes a bit of the red stuff came close to her, and she made a point to pull out a moist towelette to wipe up. This may have just been a temporary hiding place, but she shouldnt shirk her tidiness!
Giant people stepping on her kind was normal, and shed suspected something the instant shed noticed there wasnt enough desks for everyone. She aspired to be a detective some day, and deducing the eventual outcome had been trivial. As soon as the giant woman stepped out from behind her desk, Catherine dove under her own desk. When people began to panic and flee all around her she simply pulled a pillow out from her bag and lay down to wait it all out.
If I want to avoid painting that giant womans feet I will simply remain unseen. She said, opening up a small book shed brought with her and reading. The logic behind it was beautiful in its simplicity, really. Professor Emma was obviously massive in size, which meant the only angle she could view the fleeing people from was directly above. Outrunning the behemoth was clearly not going to work, as her stride would easily outpace even the fastest runner. There also werent any good hiding spots around, as the classrooms made to accommodate miniature people were kept to a significantly higher standard of tidiness so none would be lost. At least, no spots that could be reached without a significant time commitment and excellent climbing skills.
But under a desk was perfect! Even if Professor Emma were looking right at her she would never be noticed. Only a tiny, untouched desk could be seen from the giant womans perspective. Catherine often impressed herself with her own intellect.
She was so confident in her assumptions that once she began to read she figured she wouldnt stop until the bell rang. The cries of terror had long stopped, but she kept bobbing her foot while lying under her hiding spot. She never even knew that Emma had moved a foot over hiding spot.
Catherine was so confident in her genius that she never realized the lone flaw in her plan. While the desk kept her obscured from the giant woman, it also cast a shadow over her petite body. When the giant womans foot rose overhead everything that was in danger fell under a dense shadow. One that went unnoticed to the tiny woman squirreled away in a hiding spot. A fraction of a second later the foot came down, splintering the desk she was hiding under quicker than she could have possibly reacted. When the foot lifted away a second later, her remains flaked off, mixed with splintered wood and a tiny backpack filled to the brim with tinier books.
Emma never even noticed. She walked back to her seat, crushing every tiny desk in her path as she did so. Upon reaching her own desk she looked back at the mess of chipped wood and red streaks left behind. A part of her wanted to go back and finish crushing the still-standing desks, but she needed to get the class started at some point, didnt she?
How long had that taken, anyway? Lazily looking up at the mandatory clock hanging from the wall, she smiled. All of that had taken only about two minutes! That left plenty of time to get introductions out of the way!
Sorry about all that. Emma said casually, leaning forward so her mighty chest flattened out on her desk. You already know who I am, so Id like for the rest of you to introduce yourselves. She continued, using her breasts as a cushion as she crossed her arms atop them and looked down.
Im Dina. One young woman said, never looking up from her phone.
Dario. The man next to her said, trying to maintain eye contact with the giantess. He wasnt doing a particularly good job of it, as the straining buttons of Emmas stole his view every so often.
Delilah. A young woman with a delightful southern accent said next.
Dick. A man who looked older than Emma said.
Wait, Dick? She said before Daryl, the next student, could speak. As in, your parents named you Dick?
No, no. The man replied, sighing in annoyance. Ive gone by Dick my entire life, but my legal name is Richard.
Oh
Emma said, conflicted. So
his name didnt start with a D? Her methodology for who would stay in the class was supposed to be random, but now she was in a moral quandary! What was the proper ethical choice to demonstrate to her students now?! Why was she always being put into bizarre situations like this?!
Sorry, Richard. Emma said, a headache already forming at the notion of putting more thought into this dilemma. But this is the D club, so you wont be taking this class either.
Not waiting for a response, she lifted one hefty breast with her left hand, singled out Richard with the right, and scooted him into the shadow under her boob. Letting go, she smiled as gravity handled the rest, splattering him instantly as well as painting some of the other students shed be teaching this semester.
The rest of the class went much better than shed expected! She offered everyone whod gotten wet a small tissue to clean up with, then shed gone over what to expect from the class. It turns out that Deirdre had signed up for the class accidentally, and would be transferring out soon. What a silly coincidence!
After an hour passed she scooped the students up and gently deposited them back onto the floor. Once theyd all left she exhaled a breath she wasnt even aware shed been holding in as relief flooded her system. They seemed to like her!
Her stomach grumbled. Since her only other class of the day would be taking place later in the afternoon now seemed as good a time as any to relax in the professors break room. She could also use this opportunity to clean her feet after the adventure shed started the class with.
Without even bothering to put her shoes back on she left her class to head straight for the break room. The hallways were almost eerie when they were this quiet, but the break room was simultaneously cozy and empty. That meant she wouldnt have to take her business to a more private place.
Walking up to a sink in the back, she turned the water on, lifted one of her enormous bare feet and stepped directly into the sink. Owing thanks to her massive size even among the normal-sized people she was able to do this all while standing up, and didnt have to go searching for a shower or tub to run her dirty feet directly under water.
All of the red stains washed off with only a little bit of rubbing. Afterwards she removed her foot, shook off some excess water, then dropped her other foot inside. Her hot soles were instantly cooled by the icy water. She even made sure to rinse between her toes so they remained pristine and presentable once she put her shoes back on.
Moments later both feet were clean, and the water was shut off.
Unbeknownst to Emma, she wasnt actually alone while cleaning up. A tiny Calculus professor by the name of Robin had been making use of the tiny sink directly under the normal-sized offering. She assumed shed be seen while washing her hands, but as the giant woman entered she caught a glimpse of the bottoms of her red-tinted soles. She shouted up nervously, but the sounds of the sink high above her turning on drowned out any possibility of being heard.
Not wanting to make her way under those same soles, she made an attempt to run under the couch in the center of the room, where she felt it was safest. As she ran down the length of the giant womans massive feet she realized just how dangerous this plan was, but had gone out too far to retreat and find a different hiding spot.
When Emma stepped out of the sink after cleaning her foot, she inadvertently brought it down directly onto the tiny woman, never knowing she was there to begin with. Her remains instantly mixed with the water still clinging to her soles, diluting it considerably and looking more like a pink splotch than a calculus professor.
Now that she was cleaned off, Emma hopped onto the couch made for someone a good two feet shorter than she was, deciding it was time to take a nap. Her bare feet were sticking over the edge of the couch by a considerable degree, but it was comfortable enough.
An hour later she was suddenly awoken by her phone vibrating. After blinking a few times she retrieved it from the inside of her shirt, and squinted to read the new message.
It was a picture of her classroom! Red smears and chunks of wood were spread over the floor everywhere. Shed been very thorough! She was proud of the work shed done, and was undoubtedly being congratulated for a job well done in regards to making the class size more manageable.
A second message came in.
Those desks were school property.
Emma bit her bottom lip. Oh no. Not again. Oh no no no. Not this time. Shed gone through so much preparation!
A third message popped up.
We cannot afford to replace all those desks, so you will have to pay for the damages.
Emma breathed a sigh of relief. That was close. Normally an accusation that serious ended with her being fired. Sure, shed take a hit to her check, but a tiny desk couldnt cost that much to repair, right?
The phone booped again.
Also, you are terminated effective immediately.
Emma threw her phone at the wall. Shed done such a good job, too!
Giantess World
Author's Chapter Notes:
Here we go! This is my final Emma Episode of the year. This one's about a teacher. A teacher of many, many tiny people. There's a certain conundrum that can only be solved via extensive foot fun. So you can expect feet, foot crushing, and that stuff in this one. This one's also notable because it will be the last Emma Episode I post this year! Happy 2019 everyone! Hope you enjoyed this bizarre series that helped pull me out of a ridiculous depression and health problems. Thanks for reading and I hope more of you do so in 2020!
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