“Ugh, why do they always give us such stupid assignments?” Britney muttered under her breath as the classroom door latched shut behind her. “Like, I’m a literature major, what does this stupid biology class have to do with anything?” She hoisted her butt up onto one of the many stools posted around the room, some scattered haphazardly between the rows of flat desks. Her short skirt flared out as her ass pressed into the hard wooden seat, and she grunted in annoyance.
 
“Like, can they really not pad the chairs in the lab either? Gawd, this is sooo lame.” Britney continued her little monologue as she adjusted her clothes, then began rifling through her bag. A tight-fitting top emblazoned with the college’s team logo was stretched around her expansive chest, compressing it to the point that it might just rip. She gave the hem of her top a tug, jiggling her breasts around and exposing another few inches of her cleavage.
 
“Can’t even give us the right size outfits for cheer.” She grumbled, bending over to grab an assignment from her bag. As she placed the binder on the cool metal surface in front of her, her gaze wandered around the room. Every desk was cleared and spotless except hers. There was her binder, flopped open and pages poking out at odd angles from being tucked away in haste. At the opposite end was a small plastic container, flat with low sides and open on top. Britney’s attention homed in on the container, and she scooted back the stool and stood up. Her hand traced along the edge of the desk, fingers idly tapping as she leaned over and peered inside.
 
“Oh, my, gawd...” she breathed, fumbling for her phone as she looked inside. The container was dotted with dozens of tinies, most not more than half an inch tall. They seemed to be aimlessly milling about, but her face on the horizon had definitely grabbed their attention. Britney watched in fascination as they moved about, amazed that something so small could move like that. She knew tinies existed, but had never seen one in person, and now there was a whole group of them here! She leaned closer to get a better view, her breasts hovering over the closest part of the container.
 
The tinies below scattered away from the hovering moons contained by the massive cheerleader outfit. At their size, the strain on the fabric was apparent as the titanic woman shifted back and forth. The distant thundering of the giantess’s heartbeat was noticeable to them, even at this distance. One woman let out a shrill scream as Britney drew in a breath, her chest expanding further towards the trapped tinies. As she exhaled, a strong gust of warm, humid air billowed over the container.
 
Britney’s eyes only glanced away for a few seconds as she quickly tapped out a message, pressing Send and slamming the phone down on the table. The resounding crack of metal on metal shook the container, and many of the specks darting about seemed to stagger as the shockwave rippled through them.
 
Britney stared for several minutes, glancing every so often at her phone in earnest. Finally, a message popped up, the words, “on my way Brit” flashing into view for several seconds before fading to black. Britney squirmed in place as she stood, completely unsure of what to do with all these miniature...people? She was pretty sure they were people, but they were so small down there.
 
She yelped as the door clicked open, and another girl rushed into the room. She was wearing the same outfit as Britney, though it fit much better around her curves. Her bosom was held in place, but not bursting out of her top, and her red hair bounced across her shoulders as she scooted around the maze of empty stools and desks.
 
“Oh, thank goodness, Tiffany!” Britney said, biting her lower lip and gesturing towards the container beside her. “I was here to work on that stupid lab report, and noticed there was a container, so I looked inside and, well... look!”
 
The redhead looked at the container, and a smile crept across her face. She gave the side of the plastic a gentle tap with her finger, smirking a bit more as the tinies inside stumbled about.
 
“Brit, they’re just tinies, why are you so worked up about it?” Tiffany asked, turning her attention to her blonde friend. Britney nibbled on her lip a bit more, glancing between Tiffany and the container on the desk.
“I just... I’ve never seen them before in person, I guess.” Britney paused, questioning why she was so wound up. “I wasn’t expecting to find a whole bunch of them just laying around in lab.”
 
Tiffany giggled, then reached into the container. Her fingers gently pinched together, and she lifted one of the tinies out of the box.
 
“Look, they’re harmless. It’s not like they’re bugs that will bite you or anything, see?” She held the tiny up to Britney’s face. She could make out the details of the minuscule person caught between the pads of Tiffany’s fingers. They were pinned about halfway between her thumb and forefinger, only one arm and leg visible and flailing around.
 
“What if they’re a tour group or something?” Britney asked. “Shouldn’t we see if they’re missing from somewhere, or something like that?
 
“Honestly, they’re probably some old science project. I mean, why else would they be here? Besides, if they were a tour group, you’d think there would be a guide or something with them, right?” She said as her hand moved underneath the tiny between her fingers, in case they fell. Her hands moved towards her face, and her lips parted open, letting a warm breath of air wash over her clasped fingers and the tiny.
Britney looked back at the container and mulled over what Tiffany said. It made sense, that was a good reason to be in the lab. Her brain reached the conclusion that she was right, and she looked up just in time to see Tiffany’s fingers slip out from between her glossy red lips. Her jaw shifted, and one cheek pushed outward as her tongue pranced around inside. Tiffany traced her throat with two fingers as she swallowed, followed by a contented sigh.
“Tiff! What the hell?!” The color drained from Britney’s face as she realized what she had just witnessed. She just ate one of the tinies!
 
Tiffany giggled and patted underneath her boobs. “What, they taste good.”
 
“They’re people!” Britney blurted out.
 
“Uh, no...?” Tiffany retorted. “If they were people, they’d be our size, and not little specks in a box. Besides, they’re a lot of fun to play with too. C’mere!”
 
Tiffany plucked another tiny out of the container, then grabbed Britney’s wrist with her free hand.
“Hold your hand out, Brit.”
 
Britney complied, opening her palm and holding it up for Tiffany. She watched as a tiny was dropped into the middle of her waiting hand. It stumbled to its feet, seeming to struggle with the uneven creases across the landscape. She brought her hands closer to her face, studying every little detail of the tiny. It was so small; she could barely feel the movements on her palm!
 
“Go on, eat it,” Tiffany coaxed. “They’re kinda sweet like candy, and they tickle if you don’t chew them up.”
The tiny on Britney’s hand tensed up, then began to frantically wave its hands above its head. Britney reached down and moved to pinch the tiny between her fingers. It slipped a bit, dangling upside down by one leg as she raised it away from her open hand.
 
“I’m gonna drop it!”
 
She squeezed her fingers in an attempt to hold it better and felt the tiny be engulfed between her fingertips. Suddenly, there was a faint pop, and she sensed some resistance between her fingers give way.
“Uh, I think this one got squished...” She opened her fingers a tiny bit and grimaced at the splotch of red between them. Her hand quickly reached down and wiped along the black pleats of her skirt, before heading towards the container. “Lemme try again, I think I got this now.”
 
Tiffany pulled out another tiny and placed it on her lower lip. She relished in the soft tingle for a moment, watching as Britney lifted a second tiny to her face, this time being more careful to not smush the little thing. As Britney began to open her mouth, Tiffany bit her lip, scraping the tiny along the inside of her upper teeth and into her own mouth. With a swift flick of her tongue, she bathed the little morsel in saliva as her attention remained on her blonde friend.
 
Britney stuck her tongue out and dragged it slowly over her pinched fingers. She hesitated for a moment at the strange tickle on the tip of her tongue, but then she tasted it. They were sweet, like they were little sugar-coated candies! The flavor was subtle though and faded the moment her tongue lapped away. She leaned a hair closer for another taste, then dragged her tongue slowly over her fingers once more. The squirming on the tip of her tongue was a bit unnerving, she had never had something moving on her tongue like that before. Well, maybe a member of the football team here and there after a winning game, but that wasn’t a whole person!
 
The squirming was slowing down, and Britney snapped out of her musing. Her tongue retracted, leaving a spindle of saliva stretched between her thumb and lower lip. The poor little thing was practically drowning in her spit!
 
“If you’re gonna play with it, just put it all the way inside, Brit.” Tiffany chuckled as she idly flicked one into her own mouth.
 
Britney let out a soft huff, then plunged her fingers between her lips and quickly let go of the tiny. She felt a faint splat on the middle of her tongue, which twitched in response to the stimulation. Almost on instinct, she swirled her tongue around, pushing the flailing tiny into the inside of her cheek, then rubbing them gently across the rigid roof of her mouth. The saliva in her mouth was quickly building due to the exquisite flavor that tingled on her taste buds, and Britney giggled as she pictured the little person swimming in her drool. She gave the tiny a few more swishes around, then tilted her head back and swallowed. A lingering tickle danced down her throat, and Britney’s eyes widened at the sensation. It was surreal, feeling something moving as she swallowed.
 
“Not bad, huh?” Tiffany remarked, her tongue engaged in a wrestling match with three tinies. “Try a handful, you can taste and feel them better when your mouth is full.”
 
“You think so?” Britney questioned, eyeballing the container as the tinies scrambled about inside. It was clear that they had figured out the two towering cheerleaders weren’t there to offer some sort of rescue, and they were going to enjoy their discovery at the expense of everyone in the plastic box.
“Mmhmm,” Tiffany mumbled around her mouth’s occupants. She pursed her lips, squishing one of the miniatures between the moist fold. Britney could just barely make out a tiny head poking out from Tiffany’s lips, and she giggled at the sight. Tiffany smiled, then puckered and slurped the tiny woman back into her mouth. Her head lurched forward slightly as she gave an exaggerated swallow, the undulation of her throat visible to all. “Damn, they’re so delicious.”
 
“It’s gotta be like, so scary for them,” she continued. “Look at them, they’re freaking out in there, heehee!”
 
Sure enough, the little specks of tiny men and women were darting about in the container. Some were getting clever and starting to pile on top of each other along one wall, hoping to boost at least some of them to safety. It was obvious there was no coordination among the tinies, as every time they made a hint of progress, it all came tumbling down in a jumble of minuscule limbs. Tiffany leaned over the box and stuck out her tongue, aiming it towards the mass of tinies that were busy untangling themselves. Her hair draped around the container, casting a soft shadow over the tinies and further highlighting the towering head floating above them. The sticky organ pushed into the group, splaying them across the container wall and gluing several of them to her tongue. She lifted her face away from the container, her tongue snaking back between her lips and moving to coat the newcomers to her maw with a fresh layer of saliva.
 
Britney giggled as the tinies in the box worked frantically to unstick themselves from the droplets of spit Tiffany had left behind. At their size, it was thick enough to almost completely immobilize them, and the gigantic cheerleader watched in utter amusement as they flailed about helplessly.
 
“They feel better squirming in your mouth, Brit.” Tiffany said, a solitary finger brushing up her lower lip to tuck an escapee back into her mouth. With a soft pop, her finger was sucked clean of the rogue tiny, and she resumed toying with the half dozen morsels in her mouth. Several tiny bodies squirmed against the bumpy ridges of her tongue, languishing in the thick goop of saliva that washed over them as they were tossed about in the humid darkness. Tiffany let out a soft purr of excitement as she corralled the tinies into a slimy, tangled mess in the center of her mouth. With a slightly exaggerated gulp, she tilted her head back and traced her fingers down her chin, following the slight bulge in her neck as it descended past her collarbone.
“Come on, Britney,” Tiffany encouraged, “Take a handful. There’s plenty left, and they feel so much better when there’s a bunch of them squished together!” She patted her tummy, feeling the results of her latest mouthful in her stomach as the tinies writhed about. “Ooo... they kinda tickle when there’s so many down there.”
 
Britney bit her lip and stared down past her breasts at the container. The bottom surface still had plenty of activity as tinies scampered about, most of them avoiding the thin trail of saliva Tiffany had left behind moments ago. Only a few remained stuck, and Britney could see a couple of the braver tinies inching forward to assist their trapped companions. As one of the closest was pulled free, Britney made up her mind and leaned forward. Her hand dove into the container, scooping up at least a dozen shrunken people between her fingers. She was careful to not squeeze her fingers too tightly, mindful that she might smush them like she had with the first tiny. The myriad of little limbs prodding at her skin felt odd, and she watched as one tiny seemed to be wigging free between her fingers. Her other hand rose to cup underneath her loose fist, but the tiny was fervent in their desire to escape and jumped. As she opened her mouth to tuck in the jumble of tinies, she felt something delicately tap her bottom lip.
 
Tiffany giggled, catching a glimpse of the escapade from across the table. She watched as the speck of a man launched himself from Britney’s finger and landed with a splat against her lower lip. Britney’s cheeks flushed with a spark of red, embarrassed that she was probably making a bit of a mess. Her fingers snapped open and shook gently, casting the remaining tinies into her open mouth.
 
“Got one on your lip there, Brit,” Tiffany pointed to her own mouth, pouting out her lower lip to emphasize what she saw.
 
“I feel him, hang on.” Britney swished the tinies around in her mouth; the flavor really was stronger with a bunch of them! She focused on the taste in her mouth for a moment, gently mulling her lips together as she casually tried to pull the little acrobat in with the others. After a moment of the tiny not moving where she wanted, she reached up with one finger and began to push him in.
 
Watching the scene unfold in slow motion, Tiffany began laughing as Britney’s finger not only failed to push the tiny up, but also managed to dislodge them and send them plummeting straight into her cleavage.
“That poor little guy is gone, Brit!” She cackled, her own breasts jiggling as she reveled in the hilarity of what she just witnessed. “Your boobs are huge, he’s probably all squished in there.”
 
Britney pouted and glanced down at her chest. A trickle of drool began its slow descent from her lower lip, a single flailing arm faintly visible through the translucent fluid. Her tongue subconsciously lapped at the drop of spit, sucking the doomed limb back into her mouth with an inaudible slurp.
 
“Wait, I think I see him!” Britney squinted at her cleavage, eyes focusing on a pair of feet poised just above the surface of her boobs. Toes too small for her to see curled and wiggled in distress as the tiny was submerged between two soft mountains.
 
Britney cupped a palm under each handful of soft flesh, the tight cheerleader top stiffening further as she gently lifted her breasts. The walls parted, releasing a small bit of the tiny back into the open. Two free legs now kicked uselessly upside down, the upper half of the little guy still buried beneath the chasm of cleavage.
 
“What do you think it’s like, being that small and helpless?” Tiffany commented, her eyes locked on the speck squirming between Britney’s breasts. “Honestly though, he’s probably loving it in there! Look at how excited his little legs are kicking!”
 
Britney giggled, feeling the faintest of touches as the tiny’s knees pushed against her skin.
“Well, if you love it so much down there, little guy, how about I do…. this?” Her hands began to move up and down in a slow rhythm, sending rippling waves of flesh crashing back and forth across her chest. “All gone! Swallowed up by my boobs! He’s pretty cute, actually, stuck in there. I don’t think he can get unstuck by himself though.”
 
“Want me to help?” Tiffany scooted closer, raising one hand tentatively towards Britney’s chest. The busty cheerleader nodded, eager to see what her friend had in mind to “help” the tiny that was wedged in her cleavage. Tiffany’s fingers brushed along the backs of Britney’s hands, pushing up and in for a moment. The valley of tit flesh heaved, swallowing up the tiny in an instant. As the pressure subsided, the frantically swinging legs came back into view, and Tiffany moved one hand up and over the flailing limbs.
“He should go swimming with his form like that!” She cackled, shoving one outstretched finger down on the tiny. The towering digit plunged up to the second knuckle in a heartbeat, and Britney gasped as the sudden intrusion.
 
“Tiff!”
 
“What? It’s not like we have touched each other before. Plus, now that little guy is all nice and warm in there. See?”
 
Tiffany retracted her finger, the pillowy skin of Britney’s cleavage folding back into place behind it. There was no trace of the tiny, they were completely submerged in an avalanche of supple flesh.
 
“Now he’s really swallowed up by them!” Britney chuckled, her chest bobbing slightly.
 
“What if we do…. this?” Tiffany placed her hands on either side of Britney’s heaving chest, eliciting a short gasp from the blonde. The exposed flesh on her chest darkened a shade of pink as a wave of warmth passed over her. The slight embarrassment from having her breasts touched was quickly washed away as Tiffany began to squeeze gently, rocking her hands up and down in an alternating pattern.
 
“Poor little guy, stuck between two tidal waves of boobs!” Tiffany giggled, giving Britney’s chest a rapid shake. The quaking mammaries jiggled and rippled within the tight confines of her cheer outfit, and Britney suppressed another gasp as tingles of pleasure trickled down her chest. She could just barely feel the tiny lump of a man buried between her boobs. The poor thing was trapped under what were mountains of flesh to him, rubbed back and forth mercilessly by the sweaty skin pressing in from all sides. If he was lucky, the sweat would be more of a lubricant and keep him from falling apart, though Britney pondered for a moment if the sweat might be too much and drown him.
 
“How do you think he’s doing down there?” the blonde inquired as she moved her hands down on top of Tiffany’s fingers.
 
Tiffany stopped toying with her friend’s chest as Britney’s fingers slid over her own, then watched as they moved towards her cleavage. Slowly, the flesh parted as Britney slipped two fingers into the chasm and pried apart her breasts.
 
“Oh, my goodness, he’s so stuck in there! Look!” Britney cackled. Her fingers had exposed the upper half of the tiny man, his face beet red and dripping in sweat. He was apparently huffing and coughing as his body shook a few times, likely grateful for a fresh breath of air and a full set of lungs for the first time in several minutes.
 
Tiffany leaned over, the tip of her button nose narrowly missing the hem of Britney’s top. The shadow of her hair dimmed the light around the tiny, but she could still make out his squirming form. A smile crept over her face as she spied a droplet of sweat beading up and rolling towards the tiny. It was on a collision course, and the little man struggled hard when it came into view. Not that he could move. It splashed into him, and Tiffany watched as the salty drop absorbed into the tiny’s clothes and hair.
“He’s absolutely drenched in your sweat, Brit.”
 
“Yeah, it’s always warm in the lab. Bet it’s a real sauna in there for him!” As she said this, Britney removed her fingers, her bosom brushing against Tiffany’s nose as the tiny was buried alive once more.
“Hey, I have an idea.” Tiffany mused, her gaze not leaving her friend’s sizable rack. “Actually, it’s more of an experiment. I wanna see how tough this one is.”
 
Britney raised an eyebrow at the redhead, unsure what she meant. “How exactly do you want to, hey!”
Tiffany wasted no time in grabbing the sides of Britney’s boobs, her fingers sinking into the plush skin. The shirt strained at the additional stretching around her fingers, tightening across the seams. Tiffany pushed her friend’s breasts together, mashing everything between them.
 
“Oh, that’s what you meant!” Britney giggled, “I thought you were gonna try and step on one of them or something.” She pushed her chest out slightly, giving Tiffany a bit more room to work with. “I can feel him in there, he’s really squirming something fierce. I guess he doesn’t like being squished into a tiny pancake. Oh! Uh, Tiff… I think he just popped. He’s not moving anymore.”
 
Tiffany sighed, letting go of her friend’s chest once more. “Guess you should check then, that didn’t last long.”
 
Britney shoved one hand down her top, fishing around in the expanse of her boobs. A few seconds later her hand emerged, holding a flattened and unmoving tiny.
 
“Yeah, he’s definitely a little flatter than before,” Tiffany scoffed, taking the tiny body from between Britney’s thumb and forefinger. “At least he died happy, right?” She smirked as she flicked the lifeless tiny across the room.
 
“Tiff!”
 
“What? There’s plenty more in the little tub still.”
 
“Still, don’t just toss them around everywhere.”
 
Tiffany sighed. “Fine, I’ll be more careful with the rest of them. Mostly.” She shot a predatory glance at the remaining tinies in the container, smirking as she watched them huddle in the far corner away from her.
Britney glanced down at her phone, frowning at the clock.
 
“It’s almost six, they’re gonna start locking up the building soon,” she whined.
Tiffany pouted for a moment, she still had so much fun planned for the tinies! She pondered for a moment, then her eyes lit up and a smile beamed across her face.
 
“Why not just take some with us?” she asked Britney. “If we take the whole container that might be suspicious, but I bet a few more wouldn’t be noticed if they were missing. It’s not like they’re easy to count at that size anyway. That way we can have some fun all night long. I know what I’d like to do with one or two of them once I get to bed, if you know what I mean.”
 
“Tiffany! That’s so gross!”
 
Tiffany smiled, a slight rush of pleasure tickling through her legs as she imagined a couple tinies pressed against her clit.
 
“How do you plan on carrying them though?” Britney asked. “I only have my phone, and these outfits don’t have pockets.”
 
Tiffany’s smile widened. “What do you mean, no pockets? You just held a tiny little man out of sight with no issue; I bet we could easily hide more in our tops if we’re careful.”
“You mean if you’re careful. I didn’t squish the last one!” Britney retorted, playfully nudging her friend’s shoulder.
 
“Alright, I’ll try not to squish many this time.” Tiffany rolled her eyes and snickered as she swiveled on her butt, facing the container full of shrunken terrified people.
“Who should I pick…”
 
Her hand reached in, scooping up a dozen tinies. Lifting them up to her face, she could barely make out their shrill voices, deciphering the faintest of pleas and begging from the loudest ones.
 
“Oh shush, nobody is gonna hear you where you’re going.” Tiffany cooed. She pulled her top open, tugging at one side to expose her left nipple. The tinies fell as her hand tilted at a steeper angle, tumbling down into her outstretched outfit top. She giggled as a couple of tinies grabbed onto her nipple, the rest either sliding down to the underside of her boob or peppering the curve of flesh above her areola. The fingers holding her top released, and the tight fabric snapped back into place. Tiffany ran a hand down the front of her top, smiling as the tiny lump of shrunken people against her breast were hardly noticeable.
 
“Here, want some?” she asked as she reached for another handful from the container. “Pull your top open and I’ll pour some in. It’s kinda fun!”
 
Britney shifted her shoulders back and forth, rustling her chest before pulling her own top open with two hands. Her top pulled taut as the cotton reached its elastic limit. Britney leaned forward slightly, treating Tiffany to a splendid view down her cleavage. Both nipples hung a few millimeters away from the straining fabric, giving Tiffany just enough room to work with.
 
“Alright, let’s get them nice and tucked in.” Two hands reached into the container, each grabbing a small handful of tiny people. Tiffany smiled as she slipped both hands in under Britney’s boobs, opening her hands and pressing her palms upwards against the warm skin. She could feel her friend’s nipples stiffen ever so slightly at her touch, and the tinies adhered nicely to the balmy flesh. As she pulled her hands away, one tiny fell to the counter, but the rest were either smeared on Britney’s tits or trapped in the confines of her outfit.
 
“There!”
 
Britney let go of her top, shuddering at the sensation of tiny movements across the surface of her breasts. It was quite pleasant, but also arousing. She looked at Tiffany and grinned. “This was a good idea. Ready to head back?”
 
Tiffany scooted off the counter and raised her hand up to Britney’s chest once more. She slowly gave one breast a squeeze, feeling the squirming intensify as several people were smothered into the soft flesh.
“You said you wouldn’t squish anymore!” Britney yelped.
“Sorry! Just couldn’t resist.”
 
Britney huffed and pulled away, though a smile betrayed how she truly felt. “If you just squished any, you owe me from the ones in your top.”
 
Tiffany smirked as they headed for the lab door. “Deal. Though you’ll have to fish out your replacements with your mouth when we get back.”
 
Britney blushed as they entered the hallway, then giggled as the two of them made their way back to their dorms.