Jessica, inspired by Phoebe’s method of torturing you, untied her right sneaker and freed her slightly sweaty foot. She was wearing cute pink ankle socks, though there was a visible buildup of dirt and dried sweat on the underside, like a dark footprint. She finally stood up and peeled the tiny teacher off her ass, keeping him in her tight fist as she restricted his ability to reform before sitting back down.
“Jessica! Put me down this instant, or I swear i’ll- mmph!” The cruel girl covered the teacher’s mouth with her thumb as she lowered him into her sneaker. The tiny man began to fight wildly when he realized what she was doing. Jessica pressed the teacher into the middle of her shoe’s insole and squished him into it with her thumb. Immediately, he was hit with the intense smell of Jessica’s athletic feet.
“I’m sorry, were you saying something?” Jessica said, putting her hand to her ear. The tiny teacher tried his best to give Jessica an earful, but his squished form couldn’t make a sound. “Hm, I thought so.” Jessica said with a smirk as she inserted her foot into her shoe. Tying her shoes tight, Jessica stood up and bounced up and down a few times, enjoying the teacher’s minuscule body squish beneath her sole with each bounce.
“Okay, listen up class!” Jessica shouted. “I’m bored, so you all can do whatever, I don’t care. Bye!” Jessica strutted right out of the lecture hall with the teacher plastered to her insole like nothing ever happened.
Now with Jessica and the teacher gone, the class of girls pulled out their phones and started chatting with each other. A few girls let their tiny captive go, but the majority didn’t bother, and some even continued to antagonize the poor tinies for fun.
One of the girl’s who didn’t bother was unfortunately Phoebe, the girl who had stepped on you barefoot and flattened you to her sweaty sole before trapping you in her shoe. You asked yourself why god was so cruel as Phoebe stood up to leave, squishing you flatter with each step as she made her way to her dorm. After being stuck to her sole for who knows who how long, Phoebe finally freed you from your smelly prison and peeled your slight slimy body from her foot, but quickly dropped you to the floor. “Ew.” Phoebe said in disgust before taking on a slightly more empathetic tone. “Sorry I stepped on you.”
You were enraged. This girl put you through hell on purpose, and now she could barely even give a sincere apology. As soon as you were able, you began shouting, “Are you kidding me!?” Phoebe’s expression turned to offense and you felt a surge of regret.
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