You continue backing away from Fulda, arms up in a yielding motion as you continue to shrink. Fulda pivots her foot forward and back on the chair's edge, intimidating you as casually as possible. "Wh- ho- what's going on?" you ask, bewildered by the gigantic woman leaning over you.
Fulda replies with a smug grin and says, "You're getting what you deserve, pipsqueak. Bumping into people without saying you're sorry, losing your temper during lectures, it's amazing no one beat some sense into you before now. But now I can do it with just one finger, and anyone can crush you without even knowing." She pauses and lets out a low laugh. "So nothing's really different for you I guess."
You bump into the back of the chair, unable to put any more space between yourself and Fulda. She begins reaching forward, causing you to cover your head reflexively. To your surprise she doesn't smash you; instead you feel the ground beneath you tip forward, and you open your eyes to see that you're racing down the chair's seat on a collision course for the rubber toe of Fulda's massive Converse.
Once on her shoe you skid until you're on the black canvas, face up and looking at one of the gorgeous legs of the woman you can only guess shrank you. Before you can get your bearings Fulda tips her shoe on the side, spilling you off onto the carpeted floor. Quickly you stand, and find that you're barely any taller than the rubber around her shoe's sole. You look up the colossus of a woman to see her peeking over her breasts at you, smirking.
The lights come on in the lecture hall, and everyone begins going for the exit. Scores of feet hitting the floor create a cacaphony, and you think this might be a chance to get away. You start running along Fulda's instep, sure that you're in the clear as you pass under her ankle. Just as you pass her heel though she drags her foot back and turns it, blocking your path. Quickly you turn right, hoping to get past her heel again, but she merely pulls her other foot in, causing you to run into her shoe. Before you can turn around and try again she closes her feet together, trapping you.
"You seem very insistent on getting away," she taunts. "Did you consider that I'm the only person who knows where you are, or that you're an inch tall? Anyone else would stomp you flat without a second thought, if they even noticed you. But maybe that's what you want."
You listen to the pounding of feet in the room, and picture how congested it would be trying to get out. She's right, it would only be a matter of time before you found yourself under one of those shoes. "Fulda!" you shout up, hoping she can hear you. In response she takes a step down the aisle, freeing you from your prison, and turning her other shoe to continue walking away. "Don't leave me here! You're right, without you I'll probably be stepped on, take me with you!" Her other shoe leaves the ground, sailing over your head, but stops with you in the center while she considers what to do.