“This is not good,” Mike said to himself, his tiny voice reverberating around the enclosed space. “This is not good.”

            He didn’t know what happened. He couldn’t even remember what he had been doing. All he knew was that he was trapped, somewhere, in some dark place, with a pair of massive pink running shoes lying before him.

            “This is not good,” he repeated with a moan, sinking down onto his bare bottom, cringing slightly at the cold metal below. His head spun around as he heard the creaking of hinges.

            His jaw dropped as he stared on at the unbelievable sight. He had been hoping the massive pair of shoes had been fake. He had hoped that this was all some sort of joke. But, as his eyes traveled up the unimaginably huge body before him, he realized his situation was all too real.

            Mandy reached into her gym locker, brushing back her long blond hair, reveling her pale face, devoid of any blemishes. Her blue eyes shown brightly as they wandered over the contents of her locker, missing the tiny bug. First she grabbed her towel, pressing it to her skin, still dripping from the long day of gym.

            For a moment, Mike was completely dumbfounded. He didn’t know what to do. He could barely even fathom the position he was in. Tiny, perhaps only half an inch tall, and stuck in the locker of one of the prettiest girls in his high school.

            The girl’s hand reached in again, the shadow completely encompassing the tiny bug as she reached over him, grabbing the worn-out running shoes. She pulled them out, dropping them to the ground with a thud. She went to shut the door, but the tiniest hint of movement flickered in her vision. “Oh, great,” she moaned, her beautiful eyes finding Mike’s tiny body.

            The boy cringed, frozen in place. His heart beat with a passion as the girl looked down at him, disgust written all over her face. What was she going to do? Did she even recognize him? For a brief moment, he flirted with the idea that she might actually help her shrunken classmate. This idea couldn’t have been more wrong.

            “A bug.” His hopes were crushed.

            “Wait,” he said, his voice squeaking.

            “A bug?” he heard someone say.

            “Ew,” another voice.

            “Crush it,” came another. Mike’s stomach dropped.

            “Wait,” he said again, still too quiet to hear. Suddenly he saw Mandy’s hand coming into view, her open palm spread above him, covering his insignificant body in its shadow.

            “Die bug,” the girl said with an evil smirk, her hand slamming down on the hard metal.

            For the briefest moment, Mike didn’t feel anything. He heard the slap as the giant’s hand met metal, knew his body had been hit, knew that he should be dead. It was only when Mandy took her palm away that the world came back to him.

            “Aw!” he screamed as the pain rushed through him, pulsing throughout his body. His ribs felt like they had been obliterated, his organs packed together, twisted and smashed into each other. His extremities were on fire, the slightest attempt at movement sending sharp knives of agony through his skull.

            “Damn,” he heard from somewhere above. “Didn’t kill it.”

            His eyes opened just in time to see Mandy’s fist slamming down on him.

            This time the pain was almost instantaneous. He felt his tiny form squishing under the giant’s fist, felt his bones snapping, his organs pressing outwards. But, even still, he wasn’t dead. Perhaps that was one of the up-sides of being the size of a bug. You’re pretty resilient against the attacks from the normal sized giants.

            Mandy pulled her fist away, starring at the tiny smudge where the bug used to be. It was far too small to be its carcass. She turned her fist, starring down at the gross little body that was glued to her skin. “Disgusting bug,” she sneered as she went to wipe it off.

            “Ugh…” Mike groaned as he saw Mandy’s hand approach his vulnerable form. He tried to move, tried to do anything to free himself from her perfect skin, but found himself unable to do anything. The tiny droplets of sweat stuck him firmly in place.

            He then felt the girl’s fingers smash into him. A moment later he was sailing through the air, falling down, his body lowing past the girl’s rounded breasts, past her well-toned stomach, and down her thin legs. Finally he hit the solid ground with a thud, his head no higher than the sole of her shoes.

            “Hurry up and kill it,” he heard someone say. The girl’s shoe lifted into the air, the dirty old sole hovering above his tiny, fragile, broken form.

            “Wait, Mandy, please,” he started rasping, but it was no use. He was simply too tiny to be heard. Too insignificant to matter. Mandy’s running shoe came down with a thud.

            The shoe compressed as the giant girl leaned on it, putting her full weight onto her foot, crushing the life out of the resilient pest. Mike couldn’t do anything as he felt the treads of her shoe push into him, mashing his body against the tile. He felt his body molding to her sole, his arms and legs crushed, popping as they were shoved between the grooves.

            Light once again assaulted his eyes as Mandy pulled her massive foot away. Mike looked up, amazed both at the fact that he was still alive, and at the sight of the giant girl, her immense form towering above him, her shoe still hovering overhead, dripping small drops of blood from the spot his body had molded to.

            “Is it dead yet?” he heard as another form came into view. He knew her. Amanda. A cheerleader for the school, always looking perky and wearing a smile. Long brown hair that dripped across her back, and perfect pearly skin. Mike had talked to her a few times before this, and she was as nice as she looked. Now she thought he was just a bug.

            “It can’t still be alive.” that was another girl, Brittney. Freckles dotted her face in a cute way that Mike always found attractive. She was small, by normal height standards, but still towered like a god over the tiny bug at her feet.

            It only took Mike a moment to realize that both of these girl’s were in their underwear. If he wasn’t about to be crushed, this could have been his greatest fantasy. Then Amanda’s bare foot came into view.

            “Amanda!” he tried to scream as her foot pressed onto his body, wiggling continuously, her warm, slightly wet skin completely covering him, smushing him, smothering him. He tried to breath, but found himself instead gagging on the strong stench of sweat.

            “Yeah, take that bug,” he heard the giant call. “How does my dirty foot smell?” a chorus of laughter soon followed as she pulled her foot back.

            “Please…” Mike tried to say to the three gods above him, each starring down at his tiny, pathetic body. Both Mandy and Amanda were smiling demonically, though Brittney seemed to be thinking something else. Was it pity he saw in her?

            “What should we do next?” Amanda said.

            “Come on,” Brittney interrupted. “Its just a poor bug.”

            “Thank you,” Mike managed to whisper.

            “Just kill it,” Brittney finished, once again stomping Mike’s hope into dust.

            “What do you think we’ve been trying to do?”

            Brittney shook her head, disappeared for a moment, then came back into Mike’s limited view. “Let me,” she said.

            Mike struggled to even breath as he saw Brittney crouch down slightly, then spring into the air. He watched in pure amazement as her form inched forward, her boot coming directly over his head. Tiny specks of dirt, mud, even grass dotted its thick surface.

            The small girl came down, her entire weight pressed into the ground, stomping the tiny bug into oblivion. For Mike, all he saw was the massive black sole coming down to his face, then darkness as his form was finally, mercifully, obliterated.

            Brittney lifted her foot a moment later, smiling at the disintegrated carcass of the resilient bug. “There,” she said with a satisfied smile. “That got it.”

“Hey, down here!” Mike shouted as he fought his way out of the sea of red and yellow. His heart leapt into his throat as he heard the chime of silverware hitting a plate. His stomach twisted as he saw a few strands being puled towards the sound as the metal spun. His muscles weekend as he watched the fork lift off of the massive plate, heading into the giant’s mouth.

            How had he come to be stuck in a giant girl’s plate of spaghetti? He remembered being stomped into oblivion, his organs sprayed onto the locker room floor. When he awoke he was in midair, falling the short distance into the girl’s lunch.

            Her name was Cindy. Tall, shoulder length blond hair pulled back into a ponytail, her low cut tank top exposing her perfectly formed breasts. Her skin was light, silky, he could only imagine soft as silk.

            “Come on Cindy!” Mike shouted, trying to squirm out of the thick sauce. “It’s me! I’m right here!” The girl didn’t hear his tiny please, her fork lowering back down to the plate. Mike soon found himself being pulled towards the direction of her spinning utensil.

            As Cindy absentmindedly spun her fork she continued to chat with the other girl’s sitting around the table. Sitting directly opposite her was a girl named Mary who could best be described as an overly perky set of breasts. To her right sat Michele, a darker skinned girl who always dressed with a fashion forward flare. Today she had on a skirt that barely covered anything, and a tight, multicolored belly shirt.

            “Really?” Cindy said lightly, not fully enthralled in the conversation, as she raised the forkful of spaghetti to her mouth. Her ruby lips parted, the food was pushed inside. Down her teeth came, sauce squishing around on her tongue, as she pulled the now empty fork out.

            “Cindy!” Mike yelled at the top of his lunges as he saw the fork pull away from him. The light in his prison was suddenly snuffed out as the girl’s gums sealed shut, her teeth soon mashing down on her food.

            Her tiny captive struggled to control his position, doing everything he could to avoid her molars, knowing that a single bite could crush him. Still, his small body was no match for her powerful tongue as she pushed her food towards her cheek.

            Mike screamed as his body drifted onto one of her back teeth, his naked form now completely covered in slimy spit and sauce. He struggled to push himself up, trying anything to free himself from his friend’s mouth, or at least avoid her chew.

            “AH!” he screamed as he felt her upper teeth come down, mashing against him. He felt his body compressing, felt the bones in his arms and legs giving out. Just as he thought he was about to be crushed, the teeth went up.

            Cindy quietly continued to listen to her friend, her thoughts drifting to her mouth, and a strange little hard piece that had managed to find its way inside. She looked down at her spaghetti in confusion, finding nothing that could possibly be hard enough to survive her chew.

            But, who really cared? It was in her mouth, so it was food. She bit down on the hard object once again.

            And again, and again, and again. She ground her teeth into the tiny thing, trying everything she could to crush it. Normally she would have just swallowed such a speck, but it wasn’t like her friend’s story was interesting. More fun to keep playing with the tiny mystery. Again she bit down.

            “Please!” Mike begged, his words bouncing off the thick wet walls of his friend’s gums. “Stop!” She didn’t.

            Cindy rolled her tongue; pressing the tiny thing against the roof of her mouth, then back to her cheek. She pressed it with her tongue, trying to get an idea about what it was in her mouth. After a while she simply gave up, drawing spit towards the object, then splatting it only her open palm.

            “Oh, gross,” she said aloud, cutting of her friend as she starred down at the tiny thing in her hand.

            “What?” one of the girls asked as Mike tried to push himself up, slime covering his entire body.

            “There was a freaking bug in my mouth,” she said, tossing the vile creature down onto the lunch table, his form hitting with a satisfying thud.

            “Fucking kill it then.” The words Mike dreaded to hear. He rolled onto his back, his hands coming up in a pleading motion.

            “Please, Cindy, its me. Its me!”

            “Damned bug,” the giant girl said, her hand grabbing her thermos, twisting the cap off. Mike starred on, his heart beating as he saw steam rising from the giant metal container. “Burn.” The thermos came over his body, the girl’s wrist turned.

            Mike screamed as the scalding hot coffee spilled out from the top, the rich brown liquid falling onto his body, coating him completely. Immediately he felt the heat, biting at him like a fire. Frantically he squirmed on the table’s top, the hot coffee burning every inch of his naked form.

            “Its still alive,” Michele said simply, her hand lowering to the bug’s writhing form. Her middle finger was pressed against her thumb, allowing the tension to build. Mike barely even saw it coming.

            All the air in the little boy’s lunges were driven out as Michele’s finger smashed into his chest. He flew across the table, only stopping when his fragile body collided with Cindy’s hand.

            He fell back to the table, his body burned, his ribs cracked in more places than he cared to think about. Why was this happening?

            The thermos rose up, the enormous god holding its flat bottom above her tiny bug. She smiled down at the thing’s writhing, bloody body, ready to bring down the final blow. “Die,” she said definitively, and with more than a little glee, as she slammed the metal container onto Mike’s body.

            He felt the impact. He felt his sides give way, his organs exploding from the pressure. He felt his bones crack, his skin rip. Within the span of a second, his entire being was reduced to a paper-thin smudge on the bottom of one of his friend’s cups.

“Ugh…” Mike moaned as he sits up, his eyes groggy, his head throbbing. Yet again something has saved him from absolute death, yet he still has no idea what or how.

            He looked down at his body, not yet knowing how to feel at the sight. He was intact. His ribs were un-cracked, his organs were back in place. But, he was still small.

            His view then rose to the world around as he tried to piece together what form of hell he had been dropped into this time. Row upon row of giant bookshelves formed high walls. Above, bright lights shown down like miniature suns complete with a slightly yellow hue. Looks like the school library.

            A glance to his left reviled a huge pile of books of all shapes and sizes. The surface below him was hard, rough to the touch. Wood. He was stranded on one of the library’s desks.

            His heart jumped as he heard a loud thud close by, the shockwaves of the impact jumbling up inside his tiny body. He cringed; already knowing the source wasn’t going to be any good for him.

            Slowly he crept to the corner of the stack of books, his head peaking out from the side in an attempt to gage his newest situation.

            His eyes went wide, his stomach plunged. Sitting at the desk, a few feet before him, her warm blue eyes berried in a book, her shoulder length red hair dripping heavily around her head, cascading over the pale face dotted with the slightest hint of freckles. It was Annie.

            Mike darted back behind the books as the girl glanced up. His heart was racing, his breathing was hard. Why did it have to be Annie?

            She was a shy girl, always keeping to her self. A bookworm in every sense of the word. But an adorable bookworm. From they very moment Mike had laid eyes on her he had developed a deep, lasting crush. It had been almost a year now and it still hadn’t gone away.

            And now here he was. Shrunken, naked, and in need of her help. But what choice did he have?

            Slowly he peeked around the corner again, his thoughts drifting from her beautiful face, to her perfect eyes, to the tiny dots on her cheeks, to the fact that it was rather cold in the room. Why did it have to be cold?

            He stepped out, slowly moving towards the girl one step at a time. Soon he had passed the protection of the books, his fragile form in the center of the table. Only a few more steps and he was right in front of her book. He stopped, not knowing what to do next.

            His heart stopped when he saw the girl’s eyes move to meet him. He stood frozen in place, unable to think, unable to move, as the giant eyed his tiny form.

            She squinted, leaning forward a bit. Her hands moved, closing the large, hardcover book she had been reading. Mike continued stare into her beautiful eyes, completely paralyzed by her delicate stare, his heart set fluttering. He didn’t even notice the book rising up before him.

             SLAM! The hardcover, thousand page textbook crashed down onto the tiny little bug, the sound reverberating around the library. Many people turned, starring at the usually quite girl, to which she shrugged and whispered, “sorry.” The people returned to their individual work, only some of them rolling their eyes.

            The girl returned to the book, lifting the impossibly heavy object off of her victim. She almost cringed at the sight of its poor body, smashed, clearly broken in some places, but still twitching slightly. Somehow the thing was alive.

            “Wow,” the girl said as she placed the book back to the desk. “Can’t believe you survived that.”

            Mike tried to sit up, but his efforts were only rewarded with a mouthful of warm, salty blood as his internal organs convulsed. He wanted to fall back to the cool ground, wanted to close his eyes, but he knew that if he wanted to live this wasn’t an option.

            He rolled over to his stomach, frantically crawling along the ground, hoping to outrun any other plans the giant girl might have. She was always so quite, so kind, so gentle. Now that he was a bug that had all changed.

            As Annie looked down at the poor, writhing thing below her, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. She didn’t like to see things suffer, even if they were something so small, so insignificant. “I’m sorry,” she whispered as she looked around her desk. Eventually her eyes settled on a pencil.

            Mike continued to pull himself away. His body hurt, but it was manageable. A broken rib, perhaps a fractured bone or two, but if he just managed to hide, just found a way to avoid these giants, he could live.

            His eyes went wide as he felt a blinding pain through his middle. His mouth opened, blood dripping out. When he looked, he saw a pencil going through his stomach.

            “Ew,” Annie said as she looked down at her pencil stabbed clean through the bug. She then lifted the writing tool, cringing as the bug came with it, harpooned on the point. It was still wiggling, still alive. “Oh, geez,” Annie said, cringing. “I’m so sorry.” She really needed to kill this thing. It had suffered far too much already.

            “Wait, please, Annie,” Mike moaned, his hand gripping the graphite tip of the murder weapon. He wasn’t able to speak anything else before the cute girl placed her index finger and thumb over his face. He tried to speak, tried to beg for his life, but her silky skin muffled any sounds.

            He knew this was it. Knew that there was nothing more he could do. Annie, his long time crush, wasn’t going to recognize him. He was just a simple bug.

            Annie’s slender fingers pressed together, the pressure slowly increased, building on Mike’s tiny head. He tried to scream, but the perfect fingers prevented even the slightest muffled cry. Then, in one simple moment, her fingers snapped together, his head disintegrating into lumps of brain matter on her forefinger and thumb.

            “Sorry buggy,” the girl said sincerely as she pulled her fingers away, wiping off the slight traces of bug goop. She flicked its body off of her pensile, it disappearing somewhere off the edges of her desk. She then returned to her book, not bothering to spare another thought to her kill. It was only a bug after all.

            Mike’s eyes opened slowly, the harsh light streaming through the window assaulting him in its normal, familiar fashion. He lifted a hand up to shield himself, his mind, for a moment, forgetting about the horrors he had faced.

            He rolled over, his cheek pressing against the soft fabric of his pillow, his hands pulling the warm blankets up around his shoulders. Then it all came rushing back.

            Instantly he sat bolt upright in the bed, his mind racing. He looked down at himself, amazed both at the lack of brutal injury and the fact that he wasn’t a microscopic bug.

            “Ugh,” he groaned, flopping back onto the bed. “That wasn’t a dream,” he said to himself. “There’s no way that was a dream.”