The library was eerily quiet as you stepped through the heavy wooden doors. The afternoon sun streamed through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the rows of bookshelves.
You were a middle school student, determined to prepare for your upcoming exams, and the library seemed like the perfect place to focus. Your name wasn't particularly famous, nor did it draw much attention, but you preferred it that way. You enjoyed the solitude, finding comfort in the company of books rather than people.
As you navigated through the aisles, looking for the perfect spot to settle down, your eyes caught sight of someone familiar. There, in the far corner of the library, you suddenly spotted a familiar figure.
It was Yamada Anna, one of the school's most famous students. With her long, silky hair and bright, sparkling eyes, she was the epitome of beauty and charm. You had seen her many times in the hallways, always surrounded by a crowd of admirers and friends. Yamada stood out in any crowd.
But today, she was alone, standing at the end of an aisle, seemingly hiding. You paused, curiosity piqued. What could she be doing here by herself, and in such a furtive manner?
You already had a guess.
As you inched closer, you realized she was eating a piece of bread. In the library. You weren't surprised at all, as this wasn't the first time you had caught her in the act. By now, you had come to understand this was a secret habit of hers. She often sneaked away to this quiet corner to indulge in her snacks away from prying eyes.
She looked up, her eyes wide with surprise, a crumb or two clinging to the corner of her mouth. She mumbled a greeting, her mouth still full, making her words unintelligible.
Having stumbled upon this scene before, Anna's initial anxiety melted away as she recognized you. With a mouth full of bread, she attempted to greet you. "Mmphf... helmmph... Melmmph... Mmph."
You couldn't help but smile at the sight, guessing that she was greeting you. "Hi, Yamada-san," you replied, trying to keep your voice down to avoid attracting the librarian's attention. “Don’t worry, I will alarm you if someone comes to this side as always.”
You and Anna weren't exactly friends, but you shared a strange sort of camaraderie built on these secret encounters. You knew her little secret about sneaking snacks into the library, and in return, you had helped her out on a few occasions.
Anna's eyes brightened as she gave you a thumbs up. She then reached into her bag and pulled out another piece of bread, offering it to you. She had brought plenty of snacks, but you politely refused.
"Thanks, but I'm good," you said with a smile.
Anna nodded and gave you another thumbs up, her eyes twinkling with amusement. She continued munching on her bread, before open a bag of chips for next, while you settled into your usual spot nearby, the quiet companionship of the library enveloping you both.
After exchanging greetings, you turned your attention back to your primary mission: finding a book to study. You found a suitable one and settled into a nearby chair, intended to absorb as much information as possible. The quiet of the library was perfect for focusing on your studies.
However, as you delved deeper into the text, you felt your eyelids growing heavy. The combination of the book's dense content and the tranquil environment was making you drowsy.
You fought to stay awake, but eventually, you succumbed to the lull of sleep...
When you awoke, everything seemed different. The library felt enormous, and the chair you had been sitting in now loomed over you like a giant's throne.
"Where am I?" you mutter to yourself, confusion turning into panic. You scramble to your feet, your surroundings towering over you like skyscrapers.
"Why is everything around me so big?" you gasp, looking down at your body in disbelief. You’re no taller than two inches. A huge panic sets in as you try to comprehend the situation.
You recognize the familiar surroundings of a school library, but from this tiny perspective, it looks like a vast, intimidating landscape, and you really needed help, and fast.
"Maybe... Maybe Yamada can help me" you said
Looking around, you spotted Anna still in her corner, now packing up her things. You tried to call out to her, but your voice came out as a tiny, squeaky sound. "Yamada-san! Over here!"
She didn't seem to hear you. Desperate, you began to move, your tiny legs carrying you towards her. It was like navigating a vast landscape.
You had to find a way to get her attention. You walked towards her legs, which now seemed like pillars reaching to the heavens, her fair skin smooth and inviting. You saw a bit of the snack she was eating fall from her hand, landing not far from where you stood.
You looked up, following the length of her thick thighs, past the hem of her skirt. You could see her white panties, the sight causing a sudden flush of heat to spread through your body. Arousal stirred within you.
"No, this is not the time for that," you told yourself, shaking your head to clear it.
You swallowed hard, realizing that you would need to climb up to get her attention.
Steeling your resolve, you began to climb up her leg, using the folds of her skirt and the smoothness of her skin for leverage. It was a challenging climb, but you persisted, your goal clear in your mind. You needed to get her attention.
As you reached her knee, you paused to catch your breath. The rustling sound of her eating continued above you, oblivious to your presence. Gathering your strength, you resumed your climb, determined to reach her.
A few minutes passed, and the climb became more challenging. Her smooth skin offered less grip. You were now at her thighs, surprisingly unnoticed. She seemed completely unaware of the tiny person scaling her long legs.
But, then... you were just realized that you are now at a critical point... near her white panties, just a few centimeters away.
The fabric was delicate and lacy, with intricate floral patterns that caught the light. The scent of her womanhood wafted towards you, a mixture of her natural musk with a hint of lavender from her soap or lotion, and the faintest trace of her body's warmth. It was intoxicating, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal.
You were now almost hypnotized, feeling an overwhelming urge to go inside her panties and crawl as much as you liked. The intoxicating scent and the sight of the delicate fabric drew you in, and for a moment, you imagined what it would be like to explore her intimate warmth. Your heart raced, and your breathing became shallow as desire overtook you.
But then, a surge of reality brought you back. You knew you didn't want to piss her off. If she discovered you like this, she might react unpredictably. You needed her attention, not her anger. With a deep breath, you made a decision.
You jumped at her skirt instead, gripping the fabric tightly. Your tiny weight pulled the skirt slightly, creating a small but noticeable tension. It was a risky move, but it might be enough to get her attention.
You hung there, your tiny body swaying with the movement of her leg. The seconds stretched on, each one feeling like an eternity. Then, you heard a soft gasp.
"Huh? Why is my skirt...?" she murmured, her voice like thunder from your perspective. Her hand reached down to look for something that had pulled her skirt. An enormous, soft hand caught you with a firm grip and lifted you immediately to her beautiful face.
Her eyes widened in shock as she realized what she was holding. "What is this...?" she whispered, her breath washing over you. You could see the confusion and surprise in her eyes as she took in your tiny form.
"Yamada-san, it's me!" you squeaked, waving your arms to get her attention.
She brought you closer, her eyes narrowing as she tried to recognize you. "Is that... you?" she asked, her voice a mixture of confuse and curiosity.
"Yes, it's me! I don't know how I become this small, but I need your help!" you explained, trying to keep your voice steady despite the surreal situation.
Anna...
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