The morning was off to a slow start, so I stayed in bed. I was in the darkness underneath the covers, my face bathed in blue light as I gazed at a selfie of an Asian-American undergrad. It was none other than Jennifer Kim, an integral part of our school's volleyball team, the hottest girl on campus (in my humble opinion), and a resident of my dorm (living just down the hall). I'd had my eye on her since move in day, but never got the guts to really make a move.

I knew that keeping pictures on my phone of a girl I hadn't even spoken to before was strange, but something drew me to her. It was beyond her good looks; she seemed so gentle, sensitive, and caring. Every single time I passed her in the hall or saw her on the way to class, I couldn't help but get butterflies. The fantasy in my head was always the same: I would be on top, making love to her, grabbing her breasts as she moaned my name.

I had no classes today, so I spent an extra long time fantasizing before finally getting out of bed.

Still, this was an important day. I was working as a Resident Assistant for our dorm, and today was first inspection. I wasn't technically assigned Jennifer's room, but I made a (less than ideal) bargain with one of my coworkers and was thankfully able to land the opportunity. Jennifer and her roommate were usually in class at that time of day, meaning I would have at least a few minutes to... well, you should know by now.

I'm sure you consider me a massive creep already, but let me be clear, had I known what would happen to me that day I would've stayed far away from that girl and her room entirely.

A massive world event happened to coincide with this particular semester of college: people were shrinking. It was rare, and often hard to notice - most men only had to worry about the minor bruise to their ego that came with losing a few inches of height. However, there were extreme cases, too. They were so few and far inbetween that most governments across the globe unanimously agreed that individuals below a certain height essentially lost the right to personhood. There were lawsuits in progress, to be sure, and it was terrifying to imagine it happening to you or someone you know, but the odds of getting struck by lightning were about a thousand times higher than the odds of losing even a foot in one's height. It should go without saying that I was not very concerned.

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I showered, brushed my teeth, and got dressed like any other day. My RA outfit bore the school colors and earned me nasty looks at times, but I would only be doing inspections for a short time today. My partner and I flew through the first few rooms, and eventually stood right outside of Room 428.

"You know, I think we should split up," I argued, sleazily. "I can take this room and you can take the next one."

"We're not supposed to do that," she responded. It was Gabby Thurman. I hated being paired with her - she seemed to carry a permanent scowl and hated me for whatever reason.

"It'll help us get done a whole lot faster, though."

"Ugh," she conceded. "Just this once, and only because I'm up to my knees in homework."

I silently celebrated once I got inside and locked the door behind me. The room on the left held a name tag with Jennifer's name.

The second I opened the door, I was mesmerized as the whole room held the pleasant aroma of her perfume. I felt like I could get high off the scent alone. I looked around to see pop album posters and colorful decorations that reflected her interests.

Once I was done daydreaming, I manically looked through drawers until I finally found what I was looking for. I couldn't believe what I held in my hands: a pair of black panties worn by Jennifer herself.

Right as I brought the pair closer to my face, several horrible things happened all at once. The lock of the front door audibly clicked, and before I could even start to panic, I fell to the ground in a daze. It was inexplicable, but it felt as though the fabric from Jen's underwear was gradually enveloping my entire body until I was trapped in complete darkness and my surroundings reeked of her crotch. I began to wonder if I was still in bed, having some kind of strange dream, until...

"What the fuck?"

This was not the voice I had come to love. Or, at least, not the *version* of it that I loved. It reverberated into the sky like the voice of a God, and struck fear into my very soul.

I tried desperately to get out of the black fabric to no avail until it suddenly lifted up and I was given the first glimpse of my new world. The dresser I had just reached into was the size of a skyscraper. And the gargantuan being who shut it was no petite college girl, at least not to me.

"What the...?" the now giant Jennifer's gaze made my heart race, and I started to realize how very bad this situation looked.

Without even thinking about it, I darted in the opposite direction, hoping I could at least find something to hide under while I explained myself. A horrible giggle filled my ears as I sprinted like an Olympian, running faster than I ever had in my entire life, before I was caught by the back of my shirt and lifted into the air.

My fear of heights kicked in and I immediately started screaming as I was whooshed up into the heavens, my ears popping like I was on an airplane. What used to be the most gorgeous face on campus was now the size of a small building. The caring eyes I had spent nights fantasizing about scowled at me with a kind of vengeful indifference. Regardless, all I could think about was how far I was from the ground.

"Where do you get off sneaking into my dorm and looking at my..."

Jennifer started to speak, before she cupped her free hand around her mouth.

"You're that one guy... Aiden?"

"Andy."

"Andy. Whatever," she corrected. "Why the fuck are you the size of a doll, and more importantly, why were you SNIFFING MY PANTIES?"

I plugged my ears as the earpiercing volume of her voice threatened to make me deaf.

"I'm sorry, Jen, it's not what it looks like, I sw-"

"How did you even, like, open the drawer at your size? Do you little things have some kind of superhuman strength? And why did your clothes shrink with you?"

"I, I don't kn-"

"Whatever," she sighed, before she stopped to think for a second. I was too terrified to make a sound; even her regular breathing felt like a soft wind blowing by me. The way she looked at me, I felt more like some kind of spectacle; she seemed like she was looking at an animal in a zoo.

"You know, I heard about this woman back in Korea," she started. "She like, caught her husband cheating or something, and then the next day he shrank to like, I dunno, an inch tall. Small enough to fit between her fingers. You know what she did with him?"

She paused and looked at me, as if to allow me to interject.

"W-what did she do, Jennifer?"

"She ate him."

My heart couldn't possibly beat hard enough to match the level of fear I felt.

"Just gobbled him right up," she slowly lifted me above her lips as continued speaking. "Swallowed that man whole. You're a few inches tall, so that wouldn't really be an option, would it?"

"Yes, Jennifer! I mean no-I mean, please don't eat me!"

Jennifer howled with laughter. She was really enjoying this. I was sweating out of every pore, and shivering as I was dangled over the massive pit of her mouth, quickly realizing there was more than enough room to fit me in there.

"No, stupid. I mean, swallowing you whole, without chewing. That wouldn't be possible. I'd probably have to..."

Suddenly, she seemed to dip my ankle into her mouth, right by her perfectly white and fearsome teeth.

"...chew a little bit. I bet I could break through your little bones pretty easily. Don't you think?"

"Please, Jennifer!" I pleaded. "I'll do anything, just don't eat me!"

"Anything, huh?" Jennifer chuckled. "How about starting with an apology?"

"I'm sorry! I'm so fucking sorry!"

She flipped my body around so that I was upside down, and held me by my ankles. I was within inches of her cackling mouth, her hot breath eminating, the scent of iced mocha surrounding me. I was like a little bug in a spider's jaws.

"And how about you admit how much of a pervert and a loser you are?"

"I-I'm a pervert! I'm a loser! I admit it!" I would've said anything if it got her to put me down, but somewhere deep down I knew this was true. Somehow, I deserved this, and that was the worst part.

"Hmm... Okay," she flipped me back around, this time holding me tightly in her fist, and bringing me up to her eyes. "You seem like you would taste bad anyway."

With absolutely no warning, I flew through the air, screaming my lungs out, before landing hard on a soft, pillowy surface. She had absentmindedly thrown me on her bed. As soon as I got back up to my feet, all I could see above me was the underside of her yoga pants. Her butt and thighs cast a shadow on me and I only narrowly avoided being crushed as she sat down, briefly bouncing me ten feet into the air.

"The more I think about it, the more I realize something quick like that would be too good for a perv like you. No, I want to teach you a big life lesson. One way or another, you're going to learn that women are to be respected, you little freak."

With minimal effort, she tore my shirt off.

"You won't be needing these anymore. You're not really a person now, after all."

After that, my pants came off, and I was completely naked. I covered myself up with my arms, causing Jennifer to laugh again.

"Oh, you are a riot, you little pipsqueak," she joked. "Do you think I even care what your pathetic little weiner looks like? I have a boyfriend, you know."

As much as I knew a relationship with Jennifer was totally impossible now, I couldn't help but be heartbroken. I had never even known that she was dating somebody.

"By the way, I want to keep you alive for a bit, so I definitely WON'T be telling Paul about your little panty drawer incident. Now... How can I make you useful?"

As the titanic 18 year old thought out loud, I could hear her shoes drop to the floor like a clap of thunder, and the pleasant aroma of the room was corrupted as she plopped her socks onto the bed in front of me. She adjusted her position, setting each of her feet on top of the dirty socks. I couldn't tell if her feet stank that much or if it was just my size, but I couldn't help but gag.

"Aw, is my wittle slave grossed out by my feet? Well get used to it," she condescended.

"Your... slave?"

"Massage my soles. Now. Start with the left one," she commanded, looking down at her phone as if she expected me to automatically obey.

"But how am I supposed to...?"

Jennifer put her phone down and glared at me.

"Am I supposed to do everything for you? Put your back into massaging my soles or I will snap your neck like a number two pencil."

"Yes, Jennifer!" I ran forward and put as much force as possible into her left sole.

"Yes, that's it... a little harder," she absentmindedly commanded me while browsing Instagram. "...and by the way, don't call me Jennifer. We aren't equals. From here on out, you call me 'Goddess Jennifer'. Got it?"

I could hear a kind of gaiety in her voice. Somehow, her amusement in ordering me around cancelled out her shock and disgust at what I had done.

"Yes, Goddess Jennifer."

Putting her phone up to her ear, she began to speak again, looking down at me all the while.

"You're never going to believe this, Gabby..."