Class Pet: Chapter 2

 Students are always leaving messes in the hallways.

 Ms. Stone walked down the long, empty school hallway, her low high heels clacking on the smooth tile floor. The middle-aged woman loved her students, and she loved helping them with their math skills. However, from how her classes typically went, the woman deliberately favored her female students over the males. Those young boys just had too much energy to sit down and learn. They often disrupted her class with their chatter and immature jokes. But ever since the spread of the Shrinking Virus and the disappearance of many of her male students, this had become less of a problem. Even the boys left at regular size seemed much more docile and humble, like they wanted to avoid angering other students and school staff in fear of what might happen if they caught the Shrinking Virus and were left defenseless at their giant mercy.

 Ms. Stone had seen the news and heard the stories. And a part of her sympathized with all those poor lost boys, shrunken down and left like helpless bugs. But another part of her could see the silver lining. Men had ruled the world for far too long. It was time for them to step down and let women have a turn. And this strange new virus seemed like a turning point in women's history.

 Suddenly, Ms. Stone felt something squelch under her heel. Whatever it was it was mushy and stuck to the bottom of her shoe. She paused in the empty school hallway, somewhat annoyed that she had stepped in something while on her lunch break. It was probably a piece of gum that a student had inconsiderately spat onto the floor. The woman leaned against a nearby locker door and bent her knee, looking at the underside of her shoe.

 Ms. Stone's expression darkened and her eye slightly twitched. Flattened on the bottom of her heel was the body of a tiny human, squished and mangled beyond recognition. She wasn't sure if the corpse had been a student or school staff. She shook her head and sighed with regret at her clumsiness. The squashed little bug looked like it had been a healthy young man at one point. It was such a waste. Even if Ms. Stone was excited by the idea of a female-led society, she still didn't want to see the poor tiny boys crushed and ended. Even if they were so pathetically small and useless, she was sure they could still contribute and have some use in society. She only wished she had spotted the poor, vulnerable man before unintentionally giving him a crushing end.

 The squished little mass slid off her sole and splattered onto the tile floor. Ms. Stone winced at the raw display of gore. She reached into her pocket and retrieved a small handkerchief, wanting to clean up any evidence of her little accident before another teacher or student walked into the hall and noticed. Although, it was unlikely anyone would spot the puny remains. And even if they did, most of them probably wouldn't care. But still, she didn't want to leave a trail of little red dots as she walked.

 Ms. Stone reached down, handkerchief in hand, preparing to wipe away the gory mess. But she paused, and her hand slightly trembled. The near-unrecognizable blob of gore on the floor suddenly moved. Ms. Stone gasped. The poor miniature guy was still alive, attempting to crawl across the floor aimlessly. The giantess teacher gulped. It was a shame that she had accidentally broken him. He seemed to be a tough one. For a moment, she considered attempting to help him, but medical treatment for shrunken victims was expensive and required delicate precision. And his injuries seemed far too serious. 

 Ms. Stone nudged the tiny, crippled creature with the tip of her high heel, watching it struggle for life. She knew what she needed to do. The woman gently lowered her foot just enough to feel the slight resistance of the poor, beaten body underneath.

 "Sorry, little guy," Ms. Stone whispered under her breath.

 She slowly raised her foot into the air. Slam! Her high heel firmly stomped onto the smooth tile floor, the harsh sound echoing through the empty hallway. Her foot raised, leaving nothing more than a tiny red stain.

 Ms. Stone groaned and wiped the bottom of her heel with the handkerchief. Then, she wiped the red dot on the floor, rolling up the handkerchief and tucking it into the pocket of her pencil skirt. The woman sighed and shook her head as she walked down the hall and entered her classroom, setting down her bags and belongings.

 The teacher regretted her accident, but she did not feel guilty. Some of those Shrinkers were just so small and difficult to notice. It was practically the Tiny's fault for wandering away from his pile of oversized clothes and standing in the middle of the hallway. What was he thinking? Perhaps he had been jumping up and down and making that squeaking sound they always made, attempting to get her attention. She imagined what his last moments must have been like, naked and afraid as he desperately yelled up at her unaware and goddess-like silhouette, the shadow of her low high heels slowly descending closer. Despite the macabre scene, the thought still sent a shiver of excitement up her spine. She had literally crushed a human life out of existence without even noticing, like stepping on a little bug. Only now did she realize how big and powerful she felt. The power buzz made her feel light and tingly, almost euphoric. It was a feeling the woman knew she could grow accustomed to.

 Ms. Stone wondered what might have happened if she had spotted that poor lost boy on the floor before she had inadvertently crushed him. She fantasized about what kind of fun they might have had together. The woman had never handled a mini guy but had seen a few in person. Some of her fellow teachers had spotted one creeping around the teacher's lounge. Unfortunately, the group of excited, middle-aged women were far too enraptured by the frightened mini boy to let her have a turn at holding him. But watching them toy with the tiny teen was enough to absorb her interest. The shrunken boys were exceptionally cute, looking like little pixies. Even the overweight and unattractive boys were too small to be considered anything more than adorable. As Ms. Stone opened up her lunch, she daydreamed about what she would do if she had one in her hands, tiny, defenseless, and naked.

 Twenty minutes later, Ms. Stone crumpled up her lunch bag and tucked it away just in time for the bell to ring and her students to wander in. As they entered, she noticed one of her few male students, Adam. He was a fit and attractive young man if it wasn't for his somewhat timid and dorky demeanor. The most striking of his features was his beautifully rare grey irises. As he entered and walked toward his desk, his alluring eyes met hers.