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This is the FULL RELEASE of Shrunken on Campus Chapter 2!! Enjoy
Chapter 4:
Intro to: Sweety and Hampton

It had been about a week since Elmyra’s rehabilitation to treat creatures with respect and honor which made her a very likeable person for all the scaly, furry, or feathery students. ‘I wonder if there’s anyone else I can help out with.’ Ketchum thought as he was whistling a tune her heard on TV.

“Sounds like someone is liking that new channel they’ve got out - C.I.D = Cartoons in Demand.” Buster said after getting a few books from his locker and knew that tune anywhere.

“Yeah. I just can’t help it those shows are really relaxing.” T
Just a preview of what's to come in chapter 2! If you're seeing this after chapter 2 has already been released in full, hey there cutie <3 you can just ignore this and mosey on along
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This is the PREVIEW of Shrunken on Campus Chapter 2!! Enjoy <3
The loud clatter of footsteps approached you, so loud that you had to hold your hands over your ears and crouch down to not completely lose your hearing. But they only got louder as they got closer. BOOM . BOOM . BOOM . Like a chain of explosives were going off or bomber jets were circling in around you. Though, as suddenly as they started, they had stopped. You opened your eyes, fearfully, still curled down looking down at your feet, but now you saw a massive shadow had enveloped the entire platform you were on. You turned your head slowly to the left, and at the end of the 700 foot platform...
...Stood a pair of thighs as tall as the clouds.
A pair of a girl's leggings stood towering in front of you, sopping wet from the rain outside. She must not have had an umbrella. They were black with 2 streaks of neon pink going up along each side. Your eyes traced the material up her thighs and past her crotch. She had a near hourglass figure, with a plump posterior. It was perfect. Nowhere near being grossly large, but definitely something a man could only dream of feeling in his palm. Her belly button was left exposed by her short, matching pink crop top and sports bra. She was in the process of removing her loosely worn coat and you tried your hardest to look away, but you just couldn't . She was stunning.
She had smooth, slightly tan skin, long wavy black hair and gorgeous deep brown eyes. And, when you saw her lips part, if you weren't so in awe you may have thought to begin covering your ears again.
"Peyton? You do know you're sitting in Matt's seat, right? You're one back." She spoke very casually, and you were genuinely surprised that you barely remembered that she even existed. Though, you did know her, just slightly, as Samantha; but she much preferred to be just called Sam.
"Yeah. We... switched seats today. If that's okay with you," Peyton replied, a little less shyly than when she talked to you. If only Peyton had looked back at the seat behind her and realized you weren't there anymore- or, you were. Just much much smaller than before.
"..." Sam was obviously a little confused. Peyton switched seats with someone who seemingly wasn't even on the bus that day. But, she didn't mind. She was always jealous she didn't get the window seat. "Alright."
She lowered her small backpack down on the right side of the seat, and you watched as it took up about a quarter of the room on the whole bench. She then placed her coat on top of it, and moved forward between Peyton's chair and the seat, so she could sit down.
Finally, you snapped out of your trance and realized she was about to sit right on top of you! She had no idea you were there at all. Still, her shadow loomed over you, and drips of water came down her legs and onto the seat around you. You looked up at her ass as it hovered miles above you. It stretched the very fabric it was in with its plump shape, and you couldn't imagine the sheer pressure that you'd feel upon being sat on. On any other day, this position would be nothing short of incredible. But not at the size of about mere millimeter.
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Great. Another exam. Another exercise in futility, where your own ignorance
is proven to you, showing you just how futile all of that revision had been
last night. Why do you even bother?

You begin filing slowly into the examination hall with your fellow victims,
noting the stern looks on the face of the invigilators scattered around by the
few windows. Despondently, you dump your bag along with the others in the
untidy heap beside the entrance, remembering just in time to put your mobile
'phone inside it.

You look around blearily, wondering where your designated seat is, while
everyone else seems to know exactly where they are stationed.

Typical.

As you begin to wander, your thoughts drift. It's a perfect summer day
outside, and all of the other university students who've finished their exams
will be enjoying it, basking in the sunlight and having fun.

You've got another few hours before you can do the same, and even when you're
done you won't be comforted. Your girlfriend Naomi is visiting her parents at
the moment, and you'll be all alone.

But still, all alone in the summer sun is still preferable to this stinking
exam hall.

Finally, by luck rather than judgement, you find your place. A weighty looking
paper is waiting for you, and you take a deep breath.

Pause.

What just happened? This isn't the exam hall. There are all these incredibly
high pillars, and the ground is rumbling in time with the sound of distant
thunder.

Waitaminute.

This IS the exam hall, only now it's a lot bigger. Those rumblings are the
footsteps of your fellow university students, and the pillars are the legs of
the tables and chairs.

You have no idea how it happened, but somehow you've been shrunk, just like in
one of those strange GTS stories that you've read on the web. You're an inch
high, and surrounded by people who are very stressed indeed.

What do you do now?
Okay, not everyone has taken their seats yet (the earthquakes are testament
to that fact), so there will still be people entering the hall when you head
for your bag.

You could wait until things have settled down a bit, but the more people in
the room means more bags piled on top of your own; at your size it's going to
be hard enough opening the zip, let alone shifting several large objects off
the top first.

There is the problem of being trodden on, though. The aisle is host to many
giants walking back and forth, much larger and faster than you. They could
crush you at any moment were you to head out there.

But could they not also provide a ride? If you jumped onto the foot of one of
them, you could get to where you want to go a lot quicker and safer. Unless
something were to go wrong...

You could avoid the whole sticky situation by using the desks themselves as
cover. Fewer people are walking between the desks at ninety degrees to the
aisle, so the main problem there would be the feet of those already seated,
swinging about in a bored manner. For example, the ones right behind you are
the sandalled feet of some young woman, who is experimenting with sliding her
feet in and out of her shoes. It would be death for you if you got in the way.

Although, if you could panic her somehow, by making her think that there's an
animal of some sort crawling on the floor, you could cause a distraction that
should enable you to get to your bag unmolested. Risky, though.

But you're going to have to make a decision soon, one way or another.
Carefully - ever so carefully - you sneak your diminutive form past the
monolithic form of the left foot of the girl seated behind you.

The toes, those dreadful instruments of destruction, move, but you are well away
from them, and safe. Taking your time, you are able to stare up at the bare
expanse of her leg, stretching into the heavens above you. It's an awe inspiring
sight.

You pass several more giants and giantesses on your journey, each as godlike as
the last, and each no problem to you as you carefully make your way to freedom.

Your mind is whirling with thoughts of the titans around you as you walk. To
you, they truly are deities, able to kill you on a whim. To them, you are a
lowly insect, worth only a moment's notice to be ground into a stain. You'd
better keep out of their way.

At last you reach your objective, but the mountain before you bears no relation
to the small mound that you left earlier. Your bag - and mobile 'phone - are in
there somewhere, but how will you find it?
Climbing up the mountain of bags won't do you any good--your bag is buried
deep within the mountain, and going higher is only going to make things more
difficult.

For once, you're lucky you're so small. You're able to squeeze into the tiny
spaces between bags with no trouble. In no time, you come to a green Jansport
backpack. Quickly, you climb to the outside pocket, and dive inside.

Your cell phone should be here, but it isn't. That's when you realize....
Wait a minute. Since when did you carry an asthma inhaler around with you?

This isn't your bag.

You desperately try to scramble out the way you came, but something, you don't
know what, causes the bags above to lurch and fall. The slim ray of light
marking your escape route is blocked out, and you are all alone in pitch
darkness.

You explore your prison for the remainder of the examination, wondering what the
strangely textured items that you find could possibly be. When you feel the
tremors that indicate the standing of several dozen giants, you run towards the
bottom, finding somewhere safe where you won't be squished when the bag becomes
upright.

It's a nerve shredding few minutes before you feel sudden weightlessness, the
very walls around you hefted an impossible distance into the air by unseen
muscles. The cacophony of the tumbling items around you is deafening, but you
remain secure in your safe space.

The motion of the bag carrier walking isn't so bad. A mild swaying is all that
you have to put up with. You're glad that you're cushioned by this small packet
of handkerchiefs.

Wait, handkerchiefs? You can see again! Looking upwards, you can see that the
top of the bag is letting light in again. You could try climbing out, if you
really wanted to.
You climb up to the top of the pocket, eager to see where you've ended up.
You know now is not the time to abandon ship--not with the bag being carried by
an unknown giant--but at least you'd like to gague where you're going to end up.

The world flies by, almost too big to comprehend. You turn up and backwards,
trying to get a glimpse of your transporter. You see medium-length red hair tied
in a ponytail, which on a college campus could mean man or woman. You can't see
much else, though, as the bag is in your way.

Looking around at the outside world, you can see that you're walking through the
student union, probably heading toward the cafeteria. "Must be a freshman," you
mutter, knowing that only a freshman would choose cafeteria food for lunch.

Your suspicions are confirmed as your unwitting captor goes through the line and
grabs some delicious-smelling food. Your mouth waters as you realize you skipped
breakfast this morning. Even cafeteria food sounds good about now.

You reach a table, and the bag is plopped unceremoniously on top of it. You can
see your captor now--captress, more precisely. She's a young-looking woman with
a nice body and a sweet face, and horn-rimmed, Lisa Loeb-style glasses that
accentuate her loveliness.

You have an opportunity to escape this backpack and climb down to the table.
Then again, maybe it's best if you just stay put. You're not sure that you don't
want this girl to notice you.
The edge of the bag dangles mere millimetres from the table surface, so
getting down and out is no problem at all.

Once safely down onto the tabletop, you gaze up in awe at the goddess as she
eats.

With her right hand, bedecked with many, many rings, she feeds two whole cows
worth of food into her cavernous mouth at a time, before crunching and chewing
with enough force to reduce those two cows to so much beef powder.

The lip of the plate is not much further from the surface of the table than your
height; you are able to peer over and see that she is enjoying some form of rice
dish. You can't identify exactly what the pungent smell is, but it does get your
mouth watering.

Should you climb up onto the plate? Getting food is one concern, as is getting
the attention of the woman. Both can be achieved by standing on that porcelain
surface. There is that awful risk of accidental death, though.

You can probably think of a much better, safer way of getting her attention if
you just apply your mind, though...
Atop the plate, you survey the rice field. Steaming brown liquid covers the
nearest hill, which is several times your height.

Suddenly the hill collapses! White boulders tumble down as a monstrous fork digs
into one side, wrenching half the structure away, up into the sky towards the
mouth of the goddess.

You cast your eyes upwards, seeing the underside of her chin as it clenches and
unclenches, chewing the rice. You watch the remains move down her throat in a
lump as she swallows.

The fork is beginning its descent again. You could wait for it to dig in and
then climb aboard it. Or, if you didn't fancy the risk of being eaten, you could
try and climb up what remains of the hill and wave your arms until you're seen.
You roll onto your back, scattering more forearm-sized rice grains as you are
lifted higher and higher. Getting onto the fork was no problem - getting off it
before you're eaten may be more difficult.

As the mouth gets closer, gets bigger, you notice a monstrous, slick creature
emerge from it, sliding across the lips before disappearing into the cavern
again. You gasp when you realise that it was just the woman's tongue.

The mouth drops open before you, hitting you with the charnel smell of devoured
food. The seemingly razor-sharp teeth lie waiting to rend and rip you, and the
darkness of the throat seems to be waiting for you.

It doesn't look like she's seen you. So, unless you fancy being eaten, you'd
better get off of here. You could just jump, hoping to land somewhere on her
face other than her mouth, or you could run back across the rest of the fork,
towards her fingers, if you can keep your balance.
Arms outstretched for balance, you run across the thin metal bridge, trying
to avoid looking down.

When the fork tilts, shovelling food into The Mouth, you are taken by surprise,
and only just mange to grab onto the edge with your fingertips. You are treated
to a full surround sound example of the goddess draining every single drop of
rice from the fork and swallowing it.

Looking to your right, you can see the thumb of the giantess. It is holding the
fork tight, the flesh touching it turning white. It is almost close enough to
reach out and touch...

The fork realigns itself again, and now you are hanging in a totally different
direction. You could try to shimmy across to the thumb, or you could just jump
off of this death trap as soon as you're close enough to the ground again.
Hand over hand, you pull yourself closer. It is fortunate that the goddess is
taking her time in eating, keeping her hand steady until she's finished.

Soon you reach the thumb, its bulk terrifying. You move your hands onto the
rough, whorled patterns that dance over its tip, and then grip tight as the
world blurs.

She must have noticed you touching her, and dropped the fork as she did so. You
just manage to hold on, transferring your grip to the end of her nail for a
better position.

The thumb stops moving, and you look down to see the plate devastated, rice
scattered everywhere by the dropped fork. It seems even more distant now,
though, as the giantess has stood up.

The noise from around the cafeteria is picking up now, as if this event were the
centre of attention. You'd best move carefully from here on.

If you moved, even just a little, she would feel you, and probably try to crush
you. Staying still could be hard though, and at any moment you could fall to
your death. And THAT's just with her standing still...
You thought that the woman would never look at her thumb? You may be an inch
tall, but that's not THAT small when a woman is looking down to clean up a mess
that she just made.

There's no chance at all of you hanging on as she shakes her hand back and
forth, trying to dislodge you. You are sent flying downwards, landing with
tremendous force on the table.

In pain, but without any broken bones, you look up to see the fork again, being
lowered towards you by the monstrous fingers of the goddess. It presses down on
you, grinding you into the tabletop.

You feel the tremendous strength of the giantess punishing your frail form, but
you're lucky that she's crushing you beneath the main body of the fork rather
than impaling you on the prongs - perhaps she may yet recognise your form before
she finishes you completely...
The torment does not stop. You feel as if you are being stretched to your
limits.

Then you exceed those limits.

Your body caves under the pressure, losing all pretence to its previous
identity. Your innards smear over the bottom of the fork, your pain only
ending when your miniscule brain finally pops.


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I woke up with a splitting headache, not at all helped by the light flooding in through my windows. My eyelids felt like sandpaper, and the only thing I wanted to do was slam them shut again. A glance at my phone told me that I couldn’t though: class started in 30 minutes, and if I couldn’t make it there I’d have to explain why I couldn’t be on time to a class that starts at a quarter past 11.
Moving only made the pain in my head worse, but I gritted my teeth and pulled on a pair of shorts. Being this hungover didn’t make sense. I had drank way more than last night only a few weeks ago and was mostly fine, and I couldn’t have been roofied since at no point did I black out. Unfortunately, my roommate had already left, so I couldn’t even ask him about it.
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