Toetally Unfortunate Tales 1 (story) by Guireyart10

Preface: The SFS (Size Fetish Society) has caused a bit of a problem for shrunken individuals in recent times. You see, some people have become extremely aggressive towards tinies as of late, because of their encounters with the SFS. As a result, many shrunken people have been crushed, eaten, what have you, under the assumption that they were members of the devious society. The following story is a case of just that sort of unfortunate scenario.

------- Toetally Unfortunate Tales 1-------

Oliver slinked around the floor of the class. At the front of the room, Dr. Delano feverishly delivered his lecture to 24 uninterested and sleep-deprived faces, most of them occupying their attention with something unrelated on their laptops. If you were to count Oliver then this number would’ve rounded up to 25, but he had become the victim of the ever-troublesome seasonal hazard; the shrinking cold.

He’d been the first to class that day, and was determined to actually pay attention for once, as his borderline failing grade needed all the help it could get, but a single powerful sneeze sent his self-shrinking ability off, dwindling him down to a measly two inches tall. As if to make matters worse, not five minutes after this, students began to fill the class.

Oliver hid temporarily as the students gradually filed in, eventually followed by their Professor, Dr. Delano. Once everyone had seemingly settled in, Oliver decided it was time to see if he could find someone to help him in his sorry state. He marched across the carpeted floor which was thankfully not as difficult to walk through as carpets he’d found himself faced with in the past. Thankfully, no one had decided to sit near where he had set his things; far in the back of class. Despite his supposed desire to do well in class today, his seat choice was still decidedly based on one key factor, that being the conveniently placed outlet in the back of the classroom. While other students had to awkwardly extend their chargers across long stretches just to get a consistent charge throughout the class, there was an easily accessible outlet in the back-left corner of the room.

Roughly 15 minutes into class, Oliver had made it to the end of the back row of seats. He gazed down the aisle, and at his eye level could only see the monstrous footwear of his titanic classmates. Sneakers, sandals, boots, and everything in between lay in almost every direction. The young man began to think of whom he should try to approach, but as he did so, a wrench was thrown directly into his plans. The front door swung open, and a young woman walked in, making a b-line for his position. Her raven hair tied up and bobbing as she progressed, the young woman tried ducking her head a bit and walking quickly, in hopes of making her tardiness less intrusive.

To Oliver’s miniscule form, this petite young woman was a virtual colossus; her every footstep shaking his world. Her enormous clogs pounded along the carpeted floor as she walked towards the back row. Oliver considered for a moment whether or not he should run out into the isle and try to get her attention, but as her gargantuan footwear crashed down near his position, he quickly dismissed the thought. Though the young man did in fact have a revival insurance policy which covered a number of possible unfortunate scenarios in which he could find himself, he was still not particularly eager to suffer through them.

His classmate took off her backpack and jacket, placing them in the chair beside her before sitting down. She then proceeded to take her laptop and charger from her bag, standing up again briefly to plug the cord in right near Oliver’s unattended possessions.

I guess she’s as good as anyone? He thought to himself.

Oliver walked over to his enormous classmate’s legs, making sure to keep a safe distance from her socked feet, which slid in and out of their clog confines occasionally. Silently cursing his luck for catching the shrinking cold in the first place, the tiny student began to climb the leg of the chair where his peer’s bag was, thinking it would be a safe bet then the one was she was actively seated.

After a grueling few minutes of climbing, he finally reached the seat of the chair, leaning against the bookbag there to catch his breath. He looked up at the young woman he was going to attempt to make contact with. She was wearing a long sleeved white thermal shirt, and what appeared to be athletic pants which draped comfortably over her thick socks and clogs. Though normally someone Oliver would say was extremely attractive, from this angle, she was nothing if not terrifying and intimidating. She was visibly tired, with dark bags under her eyes, and held a coffee clenched tightly in one hand, while the other rested on her laptop’s keyboard.

As Oliver’s eyes studied this colossal figure, a sudden realization came over him.

CRAP. He thought.

What the fuck was her name…

The diminutive young man mentally stumbled over this slight hiccup, and this brief moment of confusion would leave him open for what was to happen next.

The giant woman turned and reached for her bag, her eyes navigating over to it but stopping short as she noticed something out of the ordinary.

“Another one?” Oliver suddenly heard from above him.

The words were uttered in a soft whisper, but to his ears they were clear as day. A shiver ran up his spine as he looked back up to see an immense fleshy behemoth extend towards him with almost incomprehensible speed. It collided violently with Oliver’s body sending him spiraling into the ground below. His classmate has slapped him out of the chair with her hand. This relatively mundane motion had cost Oliver his left arm and right leg, as the former broke upon impact from her hand, and the latter as he collided with the carpet. Despite the rug’s deceptively soft appearance, it offered little to no comfort for his minute form.

The young broken man looked up from the ground at his classmate to find her staring down at him with the same tired expression she had moments ago. She had recognized that he was indeed a human, no doubt, but this seemingly made no difference to her.

“You fuckers can’t even let me go to class in peace?” She said down to him in a voice only he could hear.

“I’ve spared your kind before so they could deliver that message, but clearly it hasn’t changed anything. I’m done fucking around with you. If you’re going to shrink to the size of bugs to spy on me, then I’m going to treat you like I would any other bug.”

As she spoke, Oliver’s view of her became clouded by the sight of her sock clad foot being brought over his tattered form.

He began to try mouthing a plea for his life, to at least try and clarify that he had no idea what she was talking about, and that she had to have mistaken him for someone else, but the words would not come. Even if they had, it wouldn’t have mattered. The young woman’s foot had begun its descent already.

The knitted fabric of her thick sock coarsely rubbed into Oliver, smothering his breathing as she pressed her weight down on to him.

A series of cracks and snaps rippled underfoot, signaling to her that the tiny human she was stepping on was slowly but surely breaking. All the while, her tired expression never changed. She took a sip from her coffee and rolled onto the ball of her foot, lifting her heel to apply even more pressure.  Her foot suddenly found itself without a buffer between it and the carpet. Looking back down beneath the desk at which she sat, the young student lifted her sock clad foot, revealing Oliver’s splattered remains, left clinging to her sole.

She scrunched her toes a few times, then dragged her foot against the carpet, scraping the remnants of his body off of her sock. The young woman yawned and quickly forgot about the life she had just ended underfoot.

“Miss Park, would you please read the following passage for the rest of your class?” Dr. Delano called out from the front of the class.”

Snapping to attention, Marissa sat up and slid her feet back into her clogs, taking with them what little remained of her squashed classmate.

“Sure thing,” She began.