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In her decade-plus teaching career, Ms. Lane never expected to end up flattened under a student. She had seen and experienced all manner of things threats, fights, the occasional creepy student, yet nothing like this. Though, with the increased spreading of the TFvirus it was only a matter of time.

It wasn’t just the normal strand, it was the rarer and so far untreatable one, which made it so that her body took on a rubber-like form, making her malleable. Luckily, she had found out about her increased likelihood of getting it but never expected to get it here.

Once one had gotten the virus, I acted quickly, in less than 24 hours they were shrunk. During class one day one of her students unwittingly passed off the rare strand and the following day she shrunk down. Much to her luck she had a co-teacher, so her class was able to be stopped from going to hell, but that didn’t stop the inevitable from happening.

Out of all her students in this hour, Ms. Lane disliked Bella the most. She was an alright student, very much to herself, but had one quality that overshadowed the others. For some ungodly reason, she spent most of her classes outside of her shoes, preferring to spend her classes in nothing but socks or simply barefoot.

With her being a senior and all Ms. Lane didn’t want to punish her too severely, but that didn’t mean she hated it whenever she was. As she was trying to make her way to her co-teacher the bell rang. Having shrunk in the middle of the desk paths she had little time to get out of the way of her massive students’ feet.

She barely made it out, but in a quick moment, she was flattened by a soft barefoot. It didn’t take her that much thought to figure out who she was squished by, Bella. Seemingly unaware of the teacher, she slipped her thick boots on and headed to her next period. Ms. Lane’s nostrils were being assaulted as heavily as her body was.

The disgusting musk of feet surrounded her entire being, her body nothing but a flat sticker stuck to her student's sole. Blinded, she could only feel each step that Bella took on her as she made it to her next class. After what felt like hours she made it to her next class, where she promptly went barefoot again.

This time though, she propped her feet up on a nearby desk. Having felt that she was in a classroom, Ms. Lane just figured that she’d be scrapped off the senior's foot in no time. But with the obliviousness of her next class’ students and her unaware captor, it all seemed unlikely. If she was noticed she feared what Bella might do to her.

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