The Student Council Office.

There was no preppier place than in all of Hayes High School. There were the occasional school legends of some geek or punk winning student elections and trying to actually affect change in the student body, or well at least the lame fundraisers and events they'd been rehashing since the sixties. Of course, they were only legends as far as Chelsea was concerned. The one or two that had enough details to be legitimate also had sad endings. Some teacher would claim votes were miscounted or the PTA would help block every one of the new Student Council's attempts to be different. Eventually it would fall back into the hands of the type of kids who had parents to buy them brand new cars when they turned sixteen.

Of course, it would be where Jenni Fitztaylor would go to skip class.

Even if one or two of the cool teachers actually went through the effort to write her up for skipping class this late in her senior year, the girl would just be able to whine that she was doing something for this or that event. She'd get her way without having to lift a little finger.

Chelsea smirked at the thought, glancing down at her own little finger. She wondered if Jenni was even as big as it. The blond girl probably was, but she certainly wouldn't be as strong as the thin digit. Chelsea wiggled it, imagining the unbearable pain it could inflict on little Jenni.

Gripping the door knob, Chelsea's smirk widened to a full blown grin when she found it unlocked. Slowly, she opened the door, finding the ample conference room to be brightly lit. Sunlight filtered in through tall windows, and the light bulbs hummed in the ceiling above, illuminating the whole place.

As she stepped in, Chelsea tossed her gray hoodie over the back of one of the comfortable office chairs that were arranged around the long wooden table that filled most of the room. She watched as the lower half of the hoodie swung in the air and lightly smacked against the back of the chair before swinging to a stop. While hooking her thumbs into her studded belt, she wondered what it must be like for little Annie, trapped and confused in the confines of her pocket, swinging dangerously above the school's linoleum floors.

Her attention was caught by movement on the floor though, and her eyes instantly narrowed on the tiny figure. “Well, well, well,” She said, making each one of her movements painfully slow as she turned and began to walk toward the little blond girl, hips swaying, “Just look at you, Jenni. Why, you're no bigger than a little bug.”

Even with the distance and size difference, Chelsea could tell Jenni was wearing designer everything and holding a pair of expensive heels in her hand. A shrill and surprisingly loud shriek erupted from the tiny woman before she took off running around the other side of the conference table.

“Where do you think you're going?” She taunted, still keeping each one of her steps slow and deliberate. Chelsea was far from concerned that Jenni would actually be able to run away from her, no matter how fast she moved. Taking a pause as she rounded the side of the table, Chelsea narrowed her eyes at the little girl who was already starting to slow down even though she hadn't even made it past the first chair on this side, “Do you really think you can get away from me, Jenni?”

Jenni turned back to look at the colossal Chelsea behind her, and tripped like the blond character in every slasher flick from her immense fear.

“I'm a big bad fucking giant now, Jenni,” Chelsea announced, trying to soak up the small creature's fear. She stomped forward, taking short steps that Chelsea was certain would rock the ground, “Fee. Fi. Fo. Fum. I see a little bitch.” On the last step she slammed her sneaker down next to Jenni, who was now cowering in fear, her hands over the back of her head. Jenni jumped away from the huge piece of footwear that now dominated her world, sobbing and looking every which way. Everywhere she looked though, all she was Chelsea.

Chelsea squatted down over the little girl, her pink lips turning up into a grin as she watched Jenni unconsciously squirm, “You're fucked, huh?” She said the words slowly, each time her lips carefully curling around the thin silver ring embedded in her lower lip.

The little blond girl just kept screaming while Chelsea rose back to her full height. “What should I do with you, Jenni? How should I repay you for all the lies and bullshit you've thrown my way for years? Maybe I should just crush you like I did your friend Danielle?” Chelsea lifted her sneaker above the small girl, lowering it a few times just to hear more screams before setting it down. “No, I don't think you deserve something that quick. Do you, Jenni? Do you deserve something so simple and easy?”

She bent at the waist to attempt to decipher the wailing sobs of the blond girl but couldn't make heads or tails of it. Chelsea snorted as she slipped her socked feet out of her comfortable Vans, “You know, Jenni. I really expected a bit more fight out of you. You're the school's fucking princess, I'd thought you'd have some dignity or something.”

Chelsea yanked a chair out from behind her and settles down into it, crossing one leg over the other. She dangled her slightly dirty and sweaty white sock above Jenni, while she bounced the ball of her foot against a floor tile for a few seconds. “But you never were a real fighter. That's why you always picked on me, after all,” Chelsea smiled as a wicked idea crossed her mind and she immediately began tugging off her socks, “I didn't fight back because I didn't really care, which ended up making me popular with all the 'losers,' making you even angrier I'd bet.

Very carefully, Chelsea lowered her bare foot onto Jenni, instantly causing the girl to scream and panic. The thrashing of the small girl's body felt positively relaxing to Chelsea's tired toes as they closed around the girl, easily wrapping her in the tunnel of flesh between her toes and the ball of her foot. “All of your friends were like that. You picked on people that didn't matter to you, people who you never thought would fight back. People who couldn't fight back.”

Slowly she began to roll her foot forward, bringing her wrinkled sole across Jenni in one smooth deliberate motion. The little body was perfect against her spongy flesh, rubbing deep into the muscles as she pretty much rolled the girl back and forth. “And guess what? They did do something to get back at you guys, and now... now none of you matter to them.”

Chelsea paused her foot massage, resting Jenni between her toes once more as she splayed them against the cool linoleum tile. The shrunken teenager was already covered in clumps of sweat-coated dead skin, dust, and other bits of grime from the floor and Chelsea's foot. Her hair was matted and gross, and her face was a beacon of red probably from both the intense sobbing and embarrassment. Chelsea leaned forward, positively delighted at the sight at her feet and she was certain it showed across her face. Brushing a few errant strands of dark hair behind her ear, Chelsea continued, “You're a fucking bug in comparison to me, Jenni, and I could squish you right now with zero fucking effort. In fact, it's probably taking more concentration to just not crush you beneath my foot than it would to do it.”

“But...” Chelsea leaned back, settling down into her chair once more, “You're not just any little bug. You're a bug that has pissed me off for way too damn long, so I'm not going to squash you.” She lifted her foot off the small girl before rising back to her feet.

Jenni was far too terrified to run at this point, and Chelsea couldn't help but revel in that fact for a moment. Chelsea rested her hands on her belt, and bit her lower lip, suddenly debating what she was about to do. Then she shook her head, knowing full well that Jenni wouldn't have even kept her alive this long. If the situation were reversed, the blond haired titaness would've crushed Chelsea beneath her over-priced pump the moment she saw her, then laughed about it.

Of course, that was the real difference between Jenni and Chelsea. Jenni did mean things but she didn't really have a point behind it. She did them just because she could. Chelsea meanwhile, wanted to make Jenni's new place in life very clear to her.

Bending down, her hand went from her belt to the tiny at her feet. Jenni barely resisted this time as Chelsea carried her up in a fist to the big conference table and dumped her there like a dropped pen. Turning to face the tiny, Chelsea craned her neck and gazed over her sizable breasts to look at the small girl. Jenni gazed up at her with a look of terror across her face. The danger of uncertainty loomed above Chelsea even bigger than the girl herself.

“I met a boy today, Jenni,” Chelsea began, her fingers carefully prying the leather of her belt away from her body. “He's pretty cute, though his dick's kind of...” Chelsea laughed, “Well it's like three times the size of you. I'm sure we'll be able to cross that bridge if we come to it but more importantly he's smart, and passionate, and he keeps your latest little fuck buddy in his underwear.” Chelsea leaned down over the little girl, “And he stomped on plenty of your fuck buddy's friends just because he could.” Her voice was becoming lusty and strained as she finally undid her belt, thinking back to Bill and his blood stained sneakers. “It's fucking hot just to think about. Do you realize that Jenni? You and all your little friends, you're toys to us. We play with you, anyway we want.” Chelsea slid her dark blue jeans past her firm buttocks and let them fall to the ground. “And right now, I am so God damned horny,” her fingers instantly hooked past the orange trim of her black panties and yanked them down as well. Her womanhood towered over the small girl and it merely further fueled Chelsea. “So come on, Jenni. Let's play.”

Jenni started screaming a beat after Chelsea pulled away her underwear. She could hear the girl's single word, 'No,' being repeated over and over again. Then the little girl started to run but there was no escaping Chelsea's pale fingers, or her aching vagina.

She brought the small girl against her folds and instantly felt electricity run up her spine. In smooth consistent circles she began to rub the girl against her mound. Chelsea let out a loud moan as she truly felt just how little power Jenni had now. In mere hours, she had gone from the queen of the school to Chelsea's sex toy.

While running the woman against her lower lips, Chelsea fell back into the chair she had pulled out earlier. Chelsea's legs spread out slightly as she began to part her womanly folds for the main event. Without much thought, Chelsea shoved the small woman inside of herself and instantly released a shout of pleasure. Her own fingers continued in after the girl, certain to manipulate her small body to the exact positions Chelsea wanted her in.

With her fingers and Jenni going to work, her thumb carefully rested upon her clitoris and began to massage in a very smooth careful circle. Her breathing became heavier and heavier with each passing second. She pushed and prodded and pulled at Jenni while she wondered what the small girl was experiencing.

Jenni was in a dark, wet, and blisteringly hot place. On top of that, Chelsea's fingers were ramming against her with a strength the girl couldn't comprehend until just a few short minutes ago. By now, Chelsea imagined that her air was cutting out and she was yearning to breath all while Chelsea pleasured herself.

All for Chelsea's pleasure.

That would be her only purpose from now on till the day she inevitably was crushed while performing this exact service for Chelsea.

Those thoughts combined with her intense finger work caused Chelsea to suddenly explode with orgasmic force. Her groan shook Annie, who was trapped in a sweat shirt across the table, and nearly rendered the miniature Jenni deaf with its power.

Chelsea merely leaned back in the chair, basking in the after glow for a few seconds before she plucked Jenni out from her slimy ejaculate and dropped her onto the table with a soft plop. “I.. hope you enjoyed that,” Chelsea said, still catching her breath, “Because that's the rest of your life.”

The giant teen's eyes scanned the room before she reached out to a nearby table and grabbed a box of tissues. “Clean yourself up, you little whore,” Chelsea said with a giggle as she dropped a beach towel-sized tissue onto the small girl, before snatching a small bundle up to dab at herself with. As she cleaned herself up, Chelsea's smile was big and satisfied. She couldn't remember the last time she had been so happy.

On top of everything else that had happened today she had met a nice boy.

Carefully she rose back to her feet, tossing the used tissues in the trash, and then slipping her jeans back on. She wasn't very concerned with making a show of herself now that Jenni lay huddled on the table, shivering within a tissue that would never truly get her cleaned. Chelsea was completely dressed in a flash.

She towered over Jenni, her fingers reaching down and smashing into the little blond. Chelsea casually rolled her against the table, and into the tissue, watching as it soaked up the remaining juices off of her. When she peeled away the thin layer of paper, Jenni's designer blouse and skirt followed suit, making the small teen as naked as the day she was born. Appraising the miniature woman with her gray eyes, Chelsea smiled, “I like you better like this, Jenni. I don't think you deserve to wear clothes anymore. Clothes are for people, not tinies like you.”

Lifting the small girl up in her hand, Chelsea couldn't help but explore her now nude body with her thumb. Her thumb spent the most time playing with Jenni's pert little breasts. With a broad smile, Chelsea dropped Jenni into her cleavage before gently pressing her breasts together, “This is what boobs look like you little surfboard.” Jenni squirmed pleasantly for a moment before Chelsea started to move, and the natural bouncing of her womanly breasts completely disrupted the small girl's sense of balance.

While stepping out of the room, Chelsea grabbed her sweatshirt and tossed it over what she was wearing. It amused her to trap Jenni not only within her breasts but also the darkness and warmth of her sweatshirt. Her pocket began to vibrate and her hand dove in to grab a hold of her cellphone, batting aside the shrunken Annie as she did.

Once the speaker was pressed to her ear, she heard Liz on the other end, “Hey, bitch. Matt and I were wondering if you wanted to grab some food?”

“Definitely,” Chelsea answered as she walked through the halls of the school toward her locker. She paused when she saw a preppy sophomore running out of a classroom before stomping the pathetic thing underneath her foot, “I'm pretty hungry, and I got something to tell you too.”

“Oh yeah, you found Jenni?”

“What? Yeah, I did, but that's not it.”

“Oooo,” She then heard Liz say something unintelligible to Matt before Liz continued speaking, “Anyway, is the diner good with you?”

“Sure, I'll see you guys there.”

Chelsea clicked off her phone and smiled.

It had been a pretty good day.