This choice: You scream Talia's name, causing her to turn around and see you. • Go Back...Chapter #4You scream Talia's name, causing her to tur... by: Hectic   "TALIAWAITDONTSITDOWN" you manage to gasp out as her meteor-like ass looks ominously overhead. You held your hands up meekly, knowing full well that your minimal strength would be tremendously overpowered by the simple act of Talia sitting down. Just as you felt the soft fabric of her leggings and the soft, squishy flesh of her buns hit your hands her descent stopped dead in its tracks. After a brief pause she quickly stood up to her full height and glanced around, looking for who was talking to her. After a moment she glanced down at her seat, seeing you waving frantically up at her. She flashed a radiant smile.
"Oh god Ben you were almost a sticker on my leggings for the day...again." Talia said cutely down to you with a giggle. She then grabbed your body in one hand, and plopped her ass down on the seat you previously were sitting in. The audible smack her derrière made onto the bus seat concerned you a bit with its force but at least this time you weren't underneath it. Talia held you up to her face and said,
"You excited for schooo today?! It's still hard to believe how much they've changed for tiny, squishy people like ya! It's pretty awesome!" You responded with a half-hearted smile and a nod, both happy to be with your loving but air headed girlfriend, and also nervous about living another day around (relative to you) giants.
Talia was referring to the changes made to your highschool on behalf of the influx of squishy people such as yourself. Although you were born squishy and have survived up until this point in a world pretty tough on someone of your size and durability, there has been a recent trend of more and more squishy humans. Some claim it to be from a type of flu, others say it's a genetic predisposition that is just randomly flaring up. Regardless, your school saw it fit to make some slight adjustments to the layout of the school and rules to try to make itself stand out as accommodating for the more durability-challenged folks.
Special walkways were outlined on the ground for squishies, certain seats in the cafeteria, in classrooms, and at sporting events were reserved for squishies, and much more. On paper this sounds like a great way to limit the inevitable squishing that you and others like you would suffer at the hands (and other body parts) of your regular-sized peers.
But in reality, it did not do as much as you hoped it would. For example, the "squishy walkway" in the halls was separated by nothing more than a thin line painted on the ground and often zig-zagged across the normal sized walkways, forcing you guys to cross paths with the non-squishy people anyway.
The designated squishy seats and lunch tables fell short just the same. They were often arbitrarily marked sections of seating that squishy students would pile into, with again, nothing more than a painted line separating them and the regular sections. These pitfalls in the system have led to countless instances of you being squashed flat beneath all body parts of the girls of your school. In fact, you've had so much experience with it that you couldn't help but categorize the different attitudes of the regular sized girls of your school. You figured doing this not only would give you a good chuckle but also help you avoid getting crushed as much.
First and foremost were what you called, the "ditzes". These girls were either so dumb or so carefree that it almost seemed like they would forget that they went to school with squishy people at all. The ditzes would constantly forget about the squishy seating and pathways and parade their giant bodies across both. These girls could squish a 1 foot tall guy like you underneath their foot or rump and probably not even notice. Moreover, they would see what they thought were empty seats and simply plop their asses down, often squishing any number of squishy people beneath them. You tried your best to call out to these girls whenever you could, just to make them aware of your presence.
The second group consisted of the indifferent girls, you called them the "so-so's". These girls were aware of the squishies but wouldn't go out of their way to avoid you either. They could either be nice or mean, but either way the squishy people like you weren't a priority. Sometimes you wished they would pay you a bit more respect, but in reality they weren't too bad. Especially compared to the last group...
The third category of girls that threatened your malleable frame were what you referred to as simply "the clique". These ladies resent the fact that the weak, tiny, squishy people get so much special treatment in their school. They will intentionally walk through the tiny paths, sit on the tiny benches, and basically do everything to make your life hell. The clique members were usually popular and could go from simply messing with a squishy person for a second to crushing them flat or eating them. This group you avoided at all costs.
Your awesome girlfriend was one of the few girls who didn't pertain to any of these categories you made, and that was why you liked her so much. You'll admit that's occasionally she can fall into the ditz category, for the most part she was just a regular girl who liked you back.
Surviving amongst all these other ladies was a bit chaotic, but ultimately you assumed that at least you finally have some squishy-favored policies to help you out. After this deep daydream you were abruptly woken up by Talia far above you.
"Ben? For real snap out of it dude we've gotten to school already" she said with a laugh down at you.
"Oh wow sorry Talia I totally spaced out" you responded. She carried you off the bus and to the entrance of school. Immediately you heard the bell ring and a wave of students began migrating to class. What does Talia do?.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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