You rush up the steps to the art building, eager to sit one of the final lectures for your art history class. With your head down to watch your step you contemplate how brilliant it was to leave such an easy class for your last semester, finally allowing you to relax. All you have to do is get a C on the final and you'll keep your GPA totally intact, something you're fairly certain you can do.
A pair of stationary Converse shoes and fantastic legs come into view, but you're going too fast to sidestep the owner. You speedwalk right into someone's chest, though it feels like you ran into a wall. Sheepishly you look up to apologize, and are surprised to find a pair of breasts blocking your view of the person's face. In your surprise you try to back away but a firm hand claps you on the shoulder, holding you in place.
"You got a problem, nerd?" she asks, turning her icy eyes down to you so that her auburn ponytail falls forward. Oh crap, it's Fulda, Queen Bitch of the campus. "You ought to - man you're small!" From the sound of it she hadn't even realized who it was who had bumped into her. She jerks her arm back, pulling you into her so that you slam into her white tank top-covered chest again, eyes below her breasts. "I feel like if I fell forward," she whispers, "I could crush you flat. I didn't even know men could be as small as you. I like it."
Undoubtedly she's smiling from the perverse pleasure she's getting, but you don't look up to check. Instead you duck away from her hand, brushing by her black short shorts, and head into the crowd entering the lecture hall. Luckily you easily hide yourself, and make your way into the dimly lit room. You head to the back row, hoping to avoid any possible pursuit.
The lights dim as the screen comes on, and you can't believe your fortune: not only is there no one else in these back two rows, but Fulda never found you! With a sigh of relief you close your eyes, pull out your notebook and get ready to take notes.
When you look back at the screen you're very disappointed. Rather than the lecture slides you see a solid wall of muscle in a tank top with a dark red ponytail on top sitting in the chair in front of you. You groan, tap her on the shoulder and ask, "Excuse me, would you mind moving, or at least sitting lower? I can't see the screen."
"Eat it nerd," she snorts, "It's called good posture. Maybe if you had it you wouldn't be such a manlet." Defeated you lean back into your seat and slouch down, exhaling deeply as you try to focus on at least being able to hear the lecture so you can connect it with the reading.
Towards the end, almost as if to spite you, Fulda shifts up to more totally block your view. "Come on, really?" you ask. "You don't have to be rude about this."
"Whatever," she says, apparently sitting even straighter. Incensed you start trying to look around her, but no matter what you can't seem to look past her as she continually sits taller and taller in her chair. Your frustration continues to build until you feel like you could scream at Fulda, consequences be damned.
Finally you snap, pull your legs up onto your chair, and stand on the seat so that you can see over her, but you're still blocked by the middle of her back. Not quite realizing what this means you bellow, "This is absurd, I just want to watch the lecture without some giant woman getting in the way!" Odd. Either your voice cracked for the whole sentence, or someone's been releasing helium into the room.
Fulda has also had enough. She shoots up, becoming a tower instead of a mere obstruction, and hops over the chair she was sitting in. You had been so focused on her 'sitting taller' to block your view that you didn't notice everything else getting bigger too. With a glance at the giant woman you see you're just a bit over her knee while standing on the chair, and seem to still be getting smaller.
She plants one of her massive Converse on the edge of the chair and leans in. You realize that just half of her shoe comes up to your chin, and you back away with a gulp. "Do we have a problem," she asks, "or are you done trying to feel... big?" Fulda flashes her pearly whites and you whimper, not yet done shrinking until you reach...
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