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Peaceful Protest

The prison bus rolled down the coastal road south into Miami, a modified yellow school bus with little modification other than rails inside for prisoners to be handcuffed to. The paint on the outside was bright and new, with "South Florida Correctional Program," lettered in black where an old school logo had been.

In the front cabin sat a driver and a junior police officer, both staring in boredom at the road ahead. Despite the facade of novelty, the bus was actually a relic, and as such had no working air conditioning to battle the merciless midday Miami heat. Officer Paul Wrazen had insisted on at least opening the windows, but as traffic slowed the bus down, even that wasn't helping much.

The back cabin had two doors, one on the side behind the passenger seat, and one at the back. Each door was manned by a guard, hired from an agency as the numbers of police officers available for prisoner transfer was dwindling. This drive was especially safe, given that the dozen prisoners inside were due for release, and merely had to be transferred to a processing center before being let go.

Two rows of double seats ran along each wall of the bus. A single prisoner sat on each of the undersized doubles, clearly made for school children rather than adults. The only exception was a box of shrunken prisoners on the front most seat. This cramped case held at least ten people, all of them having been shrunken in gang related violence, and each of them exceedingly lucky to have survived prison without the invulnerability granted by police shrinking. They would definitely have to be careful on the outside, but at least they had survived incarceration. Life outside would be a piece of cake.

'Why the fuck are we slowing down!' groaned Jonny Wyatt, a small-time burglar who had just finished a 6-month sentence for his crimes. As the bus rolled to a stop behind a pack of cars that blocked the two lane road, the precious airflow from their motion stopped, and the back cabin instantly became a sauna.

Officer Wrazen tilted his sunglasses down as he looked at the backs of the off collection of minivans and sedans that blocked the road. He couldn't tell if their back lights were working in the dazzling sun, but he also couldn't see anyone inside them.

'Are you gonna go check it out?' asked Brian, the driver.

'Can't you pull up on the crib and go around?' Paul asked, feeling a little unsettled by the situation.

A woman suddenly emerged from one of the cars further forward, using the back door of a minivan into which Paul couldn't quite see. She was definitely middle aged, and carried herself with the proud stature of an overbearing parent. She wore a white tank top and jeans, which Paul grinned at as she walked over to them.

'Excuse me, ma'am, but could you tell me what's going on up ahead?' Paul leaned out of his window. The woman smiled, approaching him. She stood just a few inches taller than the bottom of the open frame, and Paul leaned back as she came right up to it.

'Sorry, officer,' she drawled, 'Just a little car trouble.'

Paul smiled at the pretty, older woman, and opened his mouth to speak, but in a flash, the woman pulled something out from behind her back and threw it into the bus. Paul instinctively tried to slap it away but the metal device leapt inside and clattered onto the floor of the bus, rolling under a seat.

The woman turned to run, adrenaline coursing through her veins, but Paul quickly reached out through the window and grabbed her by her blonde hair. She shrieked but she was pulled back roughly against the bus door, slamming her head before falling to her knees. Paul kicked the door open, about to pounce on her when a loud bang erupted inside the bus, bathing him and everyone inside in a bright, white light.

***

The next time Paul blinked, he had no idea where he was. That was a slight exaggeration, as he quickly took in the black leather of the seat around him and the old dashboard far beyond the chasm to his left. A blinding light shone through the open door, warming him like a grill, and the gentle sea breeze that accompanied it put a salty taste in his mouth. He was still fully clothed, but from the deafening rumble of the engine, he knew that he had been shrunken.

He glanced behind him and saw no driver, guessing that the explosion had been some kind of shrinking grenade. He remembered the woman and ran to the edge of the seat, peering over the dizzying side of the mountainous structure, out the door and at the gravel on the side of the road outside. He smirked as he saw the tiny woman, having been caught in the blast as well. She was crawling around in the dirt, trying to scurry away.

That's when he heard it.

Brian heard it too, seemingly coming from far away, but very loud and very clear. He was petrified, feeling a sob welling up in his throat as he realized what had happened. He was no scientist or policeman, but he knew enough to understand that shrinking wasn't a reversible process. Thoughts about his family spun through his head as he tried to calm down amidst the chanting from outside.

'WE'RE HERE! WE'RE CLEAR! WE DON'T WANT SHRINKING HERE!'

'WE'RE HERE! WE'RE CLEAR! WE DON'T WANT SHRINKING HERE!'

The passengers on the bus couldn't see where the wall of noise was coming from, but they could certainly hear it. Paul certainly could see the shadows approaching on the gravel outside. He watched as the darkness swept over the tiny woman. She stopped crawling and looked up towards the source of the share and waved, pumping her fist and probably chanting the same thing. Paul then saw her freeze and a look of terror eclipsed her.

Amanda-Mae, the 36-year-old mother of twin boys, had volunteered to be the one to throw the shrinking can, never thinking that she would be caught in the crossfire. She had wanted so badly to fit in with the other moms that she had risked it all. Even after shrinking, she had been relieved to see her friends approaching, thinking that they would surely save her.

CRUNCH!

Betty Anderson's immense sandal obliterated any thought of her salvation, as the chunky brunette carelessly stomped her way to the open door. Her left foot crashed into Amanda-Mae's puny body, squishing her like a bug into the gravel. Paul watched in horror as her thick, tan legs twisted, smearing the tiny woman into the dirt as the giantess faced him. Her bright, white capris did little to hide Mrs. Anderson's thick, thunder thighs, and her slimming black crop top left her pudgy belly on show.

Officer Paul Wrazen stared in terror at the pale bulge of the giantess's stomach, atop which sat a heavy bosom. Her bare arms were toned and raised, holding a banner with some anti-police propaganda in it. Paul had to look up to even see her face, an aging visage with red cheeks and a scowl on her lips. Suddenly, she saw him.

'I GOT ONE!' Betty roared, triumphantly, lunging for the shrunken police officer. Paul watched a sweaty hand rocket towards him, huge fingers poised to grab him. He shot to his feet, turning to try to get away from her, but she was too quick. Betty's finger wrapped around Paul like hydraulic presses. He was whisked back into the air and he screamed as the 49-year-old woman crushed his legs, splintering his bones like they were nothing. His pelvis shattered but the compression from her grip held the helpless man's lower half together.

She brought him up to her face as her gang of protestors stormed the bus. Paul looked up weakly at her huge mouth, almost within reach of his tiny arms. They parted, bathing him in hot, stale breath that reeked of alcohol. He sized up her teeth, each one as big as he was, but of plaque and salad still caught between them.

'HOW DO YOU LIKE IT, YOU FUCKING PIG?' her roaring voice was like thunder, deafening Paul instantly, his tiny eardrums bursting as he winced in pain. His breathing was ragged as he bled out from his ruined legs, but he was clinging to his life in the woman's hand.

'WELL? WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?' she shook him violently, and Paul felt his brain rattling around in his skull. He felt sick, but no vomit came out as he retched from the powerful shaking. He slumped over in her grip, too weak to even look at his captor.

'THAT'S WHAT I FUCKING THOUGHT, NOW …' Betty yelled in the bastard's ears, until someone bumped into her from behind. The tiny cop slipped out of her hands and fell to the ground. Betty watched him tumble to the gravel and land with a wet splat, a pool of blood erupting from his body as it shattered on impact. She thought she saw his head move, just before another mother trampled his little form, crushing it under a bright, pink trainer.

Betty sighed, and looked back into the cab, seeing the driver and refocusing her efforts on taking one alive.

***

Jonny Wyatt was freaking out. The bus had stopped and then he had heard the grenade clatter on the ground. The explosion had shrunken him, but at least he was no longer in chains. He ran up to the side of his seat and looked down the middle aisle. He couldn't see anyone in the bus, but he guessed that they must all have been shrunken too. He heard the chanting from some protestors outside, but he didn't understand what was happening. He saw a flicker of movement on the ground at the back of the bus.

Carl Sagen, the security guard, was just getting to his feet, his tiny boots clanking on the metal floor. He looked up at the huge seats in front of him and swore. This was the last thing he needed. Carl knew first hand what kind of life shrunken people led, and he didn't want any part of it. Thankfully, he wouldn't have to worry about it.

Jonny watched the back door to the bus swing open.

Carl turned to the source of the bright, sunny light and fresh air from the outside, and found himself staring at the biggest rack he had ever seen. The two enormous breasts were tightly packed inside a t-shirt which read "Miami Moms Against Micros."

True to her clothing, Rachel Planter was anything but small. The 42-year-old mother of three was only 5'7" but carried an impressive 300lbs on her buxom frame. Her G cup breasts only just fit in her bra, but she was far from caring about her appearance. She had locked down her husband at a young age, and now lived a plush life as a housewife, and she didn't need to impress anybody. Instead, the BBW spent her time drinking and brunching with her friends, who all were part of the local anti-shrinking group.

Carl fell to his knees as the gigantic redhead stepped up onto the step outside the door, tilting the entire bus under her weight. He watched her huge torso come up over him, her belly pushing forward against her t-shirt. She reached up with both hands and grabbed the handles on either side of the entrance, the sleeves of the cotton too sliding back along her pale cellulitic arms, bunching up around her armpits and letting the thick bushes of our hair show. Carl was too busy staring at this to notice Rachel hoisting herself up and into the bus.

'Look out!' Jonny shouted as the huge woman's white tennis shoe shot up and swung in through the doorway. Carl only saw a flash of the dirty sole of the shoe before it settled on top of him, squishing his body was a pathetic little squelch.

'OCCUPY THIS BUS LADIES!' Rachel's voice boomed as she squeezed her wide, sexy hips through the doorway. Jonny's blood ran cold as the gargantuan woman stomped forward into the bus, her steps thundering across the metal floor. She was followed immediately by a string of more giant women, filling the rear cabin.

Jonny fell onto his backside as the redhead walked past him. She stepped level with his row of seats and her gigantic ass truly came into view. The huge mounds under the tight, whitewashed denim were as wide as the entire asile, and the tiny prisoner simply couldn't believe the scale of the milf. She stomped on by and Jonny thanked his stars that he hadn't been on the floor in front of her.

'I WANT EVERY SEAT ON THIS BUS TO HAVE A BOOTY ON IT, GIRLS!' Rachel shouted, 'LET'S SHOW THESE PIGS THAT WE WON'T HAVE THEIR SHRINKING BULLSHIT IN OUR NEIGHBORHOOD!'

A guttural roar erupted from the pack of giantesses, the deafening noise shaking the tiny prisoners to their cores. Jonny was terrified by the announcement and seriously considered jumping from the seat. He looked to the side as more and more colossal women filed in. The prisoner on the seat beside him seemed to have the same idea.

Jonny watched a slim giantess in a pair of white jeans and high heels clop her way to the level of their seats. She lifted her leg and moved towards the other prisoner's seat. The tiny man on the aisle seat threw himself from the cushion, tumbling to the ground in a free fall.

Jonny grimaced as the other man hit the metal ground, the sharp crack of his left leg breaking drowned out by the noise of the women. Jonny wasn't even sure if he was moving.

CLANG. CRUNCH.

The slim giantess's shoe obliterated the tiny man as she shuffled down into the seats, unaware of the human she had just killed. Jonny looked across at the remaining prisoner on the window seat, the woman's shadow looming over him.

Despite her generally slim appearance, Jonny saw that her torso was far from slight. A comically huge pair of titties jutting out in front of her in a woven blouse. Her blonde hair was tied up over her head and a pair of sunglasses were pushed up against it. The tiny man also noticed her pouting, but it was in fact just her artificially swollen lips.

'JANET, COME SIT WITH ME,' the woman called, turning her head to the back of the bus as she sat down. The tiny prisoner screamed in vain as her ass fell onto him, thumping onto the cushion. The man vanished under her bum, instantly crushed without putting up the slightest bit of resistance against it. The 34-year-old Lucinda Miles settled into her seat, oblivious to the fate of the prisoner under her ass.

Jonny felt like he wanted to puke as another giantess came to sit next to the busty murderer. It then dawned on him that they were filling the seats from front to back … and his seat was next.