Felicia was a bit surprised by the tap on her shoulder, but not enough to stop enjoying her drink. Even as she stood up from where she crouched in front of the arcade display, she continued to suck a steady stream of syrupy, sweet, coffee-adjacent liquid through the oversized straw. When she turned she was a bit shocked to see a classmate, she recognized his face from the organic chemistry lab they took together, but since she had never bothered to learn his name, nor interacted with him for any length of time, didn’t know his name.

“Um… Hi, Felicia, you don’t know me, but we go to the same college…” He began.

“Yeah, I know, you’re in the biochem program…” She said through the straw. “We’ve got lab together, so what?”

It was almost worth the distraction to watch him squirm in discomfort as she dismissed any connection they had with two words uttered from around a drinking straw. The way he struggled with eye contact, his words, and just remaining still was a little endearing, even if he was bothering her on a weekend.

"Well… it's just that I, uh, I heard you have a, uh, a…" Her classmate struggled to get out.

"A 'what'?" Felicia asked, irritation creeping into her voice. "What I haven't got is all day."

"A t…ta…tattoo?" The man asked, almost whispering the final word.

Felicia's lips spread into a smile around the straw.

"Hmmm, yeah I've got a tattoo…" She mused. "Only the one. But what does my tattoo have to do with you, lab boy?"

"Actually it's Gr…" His words were cut off by her finger pressed against his lips.

"I really don't care, lab boy, and unless you get to the point real quick…" She promised, releasing his lips. "I'll never care. So, last chance, why do you care about my tattoo?"

"W…well I just, uh, wanted to know if it was real…" He said sheepishly, likely coming to terms with the awkwardness of the request. "A…and if it really, um, worked?"

Felicia drained the straw until it gurgled with more air than sweet refreshment, never breaking eye contact with her paradoxically bold and anxious classmate. When the well of vanilla chai latte finally ran dry she cast a suspicious glance around before answering.

"Yeah, it's real, it's a fucking tattoo. That's a stupid question, by the way…" She said, enjoying the look of dismay on his face. "But sometimes, you gotta ask a stupid question. Yeah, it's real and yeah it 'works'."

"Really?" He asked, suddenly too excited to be nervous. "Can I see it?"

Felicia smirked and dropped her empty drink into the trash bin next to the arcade door. She took one last look around, verifying that no one had heard his outburst, before grabbing him by the rest and pulling him into the arcade. He didn't resist as she led him through the dark, smoke filled, reeking establishment. With her guidance, they dodged skee ball lanes, pinball machines, fighters, shooters, and cocktail table arcade staples from decades prior, all the way to the least used section of the arcade, the sole bathroom. Before he could protest, Felicia dragged him inside, and shut the door behind him throwing the latch and the lock before turning on the light.

"Now, you wanted to see the tattoo?" She asked, closer than he was clearly comfortable with.

"Y…yes!" He almost shouted back.

"Okay!" She said happily, stepping away from him. "On your knees, lab boy!"

"Wh…what?" He said, confusion thick across his face.

"Look, lab boy, you're a good four inches taller than me. If you know about the tattoo, you know where it's located, right?" She asked.

He nodded in response.

"Yeah, so you're not going to get a good look standing up, genius…" Felicia said, rolling her eyes.

"O…oh, right!" He acquiesced.

Although the floor was actually remarkably clean, the bathroom was still an almost forgotten relic at the back of a deeply unsanitary arcade. The fact that the arcade owner was obsessive about bathroom cleanliness did little to wipe away the impression that the room gave off. And so her classmate's descent to his denim covered knees was more labored than it probably needed to be.

"And hands off, got it lab boy?" Felicia asked as her hands went to the button of her cutoff denim shorts.

It was only after he nodded furiously in confirmation and almost comically pulled his hands behind his back, that she continued. The shorts were well worn, having been an actual pair of jeans long before they had been cut into a more breezy garment, and the button was loose at the best of times, so she almost accidentally flicked it open.

The shorts fell to the floor almost instantly, and Felicia stepped out of them with ease, her flip flops only briefly catching before she kicked the shorts into the corner of the room. She smiled as she saw his face, eyes wide with shock, jaw dropped an amazement, but she also wasn't one to waste time so she stepped forward again, clearly making him uncomfortable as his eyes were locked onto her panties.

Felicia grinned as his eyes didn't blink when her left thumb hooked under the band of her panties, and her right hand gripped her spaghetti strap at the bottom. She slowly lifted her shirt up, while pulling the waistband of her panties down even slower, giving him the first glimpse of what he'd spent so much of his courage to see.

There, low on her stomach, just above her crotch, marked the top of a rectangle. As her thumb slid her panties down, the outline of tiny person spread eagle could be seen, and then, painfully slowly, the words…

INSERT

TINY TO

PLAY

The tattoo ended with the rectangle spreading out and coming back to form an arrow enclosing the outline of the person and the text, with the arrow pointing down toward her crotch, still hidden in her panties. Even as her hands continued to spread the gap between the hems of her shirt and panties, he stared without blinking at the tattoo emblazoned on her skin just above her crotch.

"Where do you get the tiny people?" He asked, still transfixed.

"Lots of ways…" She chuckled. "Sometimes they're stupid enough to walk up and tap me on the shoulder."

For a brief moment, he remained transfixed on her tattoo, but then for the first time in what felt like forever, his eyes finally unlocked from her crotch, snapping up to meet her own, wide in dread realization of what she meant. The very next second he was gone.

His jeans collapsed neatly to the floor, almost like they had been folded, and his shirt billowed down to meet them. Felicia giggled as she crouched down next to the pile of clothes and began to sift through them. Her prize was easy enough to find, a tiny, squeaking and flailing form trying desperately to escape the confines of his own boxers. Felicia laughed as she picked her shrunken classmate up out of his clothes.

"Well, lab boy, thanks for playing!" She said between laughs. "I hope you enjoy this as much as I'm going to."

Crouched down, her legs were spread just enough to easily slide her hand, still holding the screaming college student, under the waistband of her panties and began to slide him up and down her pussy. She knew she'd need to be quick, but she'd been anticipating this moment since he'd mentioned her tattoo out on the sidewalk, and there was something otherworldly satisfactory about feeling his tiny limbs fighting futilely against her comparatively giant pussy.

His tiny body was no match for her fingers or the folds of her pussy and his squirming form was pushed between her labia with little hesitation. She bit her lip and sighed to keep a moan at bay as she pressed the tiny body into herself. Before he had a chance to really come to terms with his new surroundings, her fingers had crammed him deep inside her, burying him inside her pussy up to her knuckles. In an instant she had shoved him as deep inside herself as her fingers would allow, and then pulled her fingers back out, leaving only a strand of her pussy's lubricant clinging to her fingertips as evidence.

Not wanting to risk an unwelcome encounter, Felicia quickly stood up, slipped her panties back up, and retrieved her shorts from where she had discarded them. As she buttoned the denim back into place she could feel her classmate fighting for his life deep inside her pussy and said a silent thank you to her friend who had seeded the tattoo rumor around.

She quickly picked up his clothes, realizing as she did there was a weight in the pockets. She fished a wallet out of the denim and deftly retrieved a thin stack of bills from its folds. Felicia grinned at the prospect of a second and a third cup of sweet coffee beverages. The clothes and the wallet went into the trashcan and the bills slipped into the back pocket of Felicia's shorts. With a brief moment to adjust the way her panties rode against her crotch, Felicia smiled as she felt the lab boy squirm again and she exited the bathroom, ready to enjoy the weekend even more.