You bump into some of your female classmates.

The moment you stepped out of the building, you were hit with a sense of vertigo. Everything was bigger than before, or at least it seemed that way now that you were smaller. You dodged out of the way of some huge football player who didn't notice you as he ran past, but then another guy walked straight into you.

"Hey, watch it!" said the guy as his papers and books flew everywhere. "You made me drop everything!"

"I'm sorry!" you blurted out. This guy was scrawny and short, but still much bigger than you were now. An hour ago you would have yelled at him that it was his fault for not looking where he was going. You knew this, but you still dropped down to the ground instantly and picked up his papers for him. A total lack of aggression made conflict impossible for you.

After you handed him his stuff, you heard a female voice calling from off the side of the road. "Hey, hey you!"

You turned and saw Blue, your first test subject, waving to you from a table. She was sitting with a couple of other girls from your class. To her left was a girl you'd giving super bright red hair in high pigtails. To her right was a girl with wild, uncut green hair that went down past her waist. Of course you'd given all of them enormous breasts, and they still hadn't changed or adjusted their torn clothing to cover them. You'd only seen the back of her head before, but she was actually pretty cute, and wow, those breasts were great and on full display through her busted shirt. Across from Blue was an empty seat, which she was waving you towards.

You approached and manged to get out a meek, "Hello."

"You're John, right? You're in our Women's History class?"

You nodded.

"That was not cool how that guy knocked you down. Sit with us for a minute and relax!"

The green haired one looked at Blue and said, "Um, should we be sitting with a little kid?"

Blue said, "Oh, he's not a kid. He's our age. It's just a medical thing, right, John?"

You nodded again.

Blue smiled in a very friendly way, as if this was all perfectly normal. "I'm Britney. This," she pointed to the red haired girl on her left, "is Paula, and this is Ginny. So, what did you think about today's lecture?"

"Ugh!" blurted out Paula. "Today's lecture was so lame! Why would you only give 5 minutes to Harriet Tubman! You could spend an entire semester on just her! She was practically a spy for the Union!"

The girls started to talk amongst themselves, quickly forgetting that you were there. Probably because you were so small and non-threatening now. You made no effort to speak or draw attention to yourself. This was actually a good thing because staring at their huge, exposed breasts was intense. Ginny's super long green hair would sometimes fall in front of her breasts, half hiding them like a flowing green waterfall in an alluring way. Paula was very animated, and she would regularly move around to punctuate her points, which made her heavy breasts bounce around a lot. None of them paid enough attention to you to notice you staring. It was heaven.

At first. Then it started to get more frustrating. On the rare moments they looked at you, it was with sweet, almost pitying smiles. They were being nice to you, but it was clear that they'd never actually touch your non-threatening, boyish body. You took out your phone and held it under the table, but the idea of making yourself use the app was terrifying. Your professor had told you not to use it, and with your aggression turned down to nothing, the idea of disobeying felt as hard as climbing Mount Everest bare handed and naked.