Art class

5'10"

I went into art class and almost bumped into Amber, the school bully. She was staring down Emmie, another girl in the class.

"That's my seat. Get up," said the redhead.

"But... I've been sitting here since the beginning of the school year," said Emmie.

"I don't give a shit. Get up!"

I looked to the front of the class, but, as usual, Mr. Davies didn't pay attention to anything. I turned back and wondered if I should say anything.

Amber noticed me looking. "What are you looking at?!"

"Nothing." I raised my hands in the air, not wanting to get involved. I went to my desk and sat down.

Amber put her hands on my desk and leaned down to stare at me. "Do you have something to say?!"

Being almost nose to nose with Amber was intimidating, but it also felt really good. She may have been obnoxious, but she was also really fucking hot. The way she was leaning over, I could see down her tank top to the tops of her big breasts. I didn't say a word.

Amber laughed. "Yeah, I didn't think you had anything to say." She went back to the other girl, who gathered up her stuff and stood up so Amber could have the seat.

I was glad I was sitting because being that close to Amber had given me a hard-on. Then I noticed a weird, tingly feeling all over my body. It distracted me enough that my arousal went away, then that tingle was gone, too.

5'4"

After the bell rang Mr Davies gave a short lecture on what we were supposed to draw that day. I worked for about ten minutes, then got up to sharpen some pencils. The pencil sharpener was on the wall, but something was odd about it. I wasn't quite sure what, but using it felt weird to reach up and use the sharpener.

"Move, twerp. You're not the only one who needs to sharpen something."

I turned around and saw Amber. There was something different about her, too. I couldn't figure it out until she stepped up close to me. She was looking down at me. It was just a little bit, but somehow she'd become taller than me!

Amber put a hand on my chest and shoved me backward so that I hit the wall. I looked to the front of the classroom, but Mr Davies was reading a book. I turned back and said, "I just have one more pencil to sharpen."

"No," said Amber. "You're done. Go back to your fucking chair, pipsqueak."

I did as she said. I worked on my drawing, telling myself that this was ridiculous, Amber couldn't possibly have gotten bigger. The idea of Amber being bigger must have been a fantasy. A really hot fantasy, I realized. I felt that strange tingle all over my body again as I thought about Amber.

4'10"

Twenty minutes later, I looked up and saw that Amber was smiling at me. It wasn't a good smile. I looked back down at my paper, trying to ignore her. She got up and walked over to my desk.

"Excuse me, Davey. Can I borrow an eraser, please?" she said loud enough for the whole class to hear. Mr Davies just kept staring at his laptop. She leaned down closer and quietly said, "Stand up, runt."

I stood up. That's when I realized that she hadn't gotten taller, I'd gotten shorter. Much shorter. I looked down at myself. My clothes still fit, but my body was obviously smaller, even compared to the desk. How had this happened?

Amber chuckled. She draped an arm over my shoulder, and I noticed just how thick and muscular her arms were. Not body builder thick, but definitely more muscular than mine were now. She said, "You know, I've never noticed how small you are. You must be the smallest guy in this school. I wonder why I've never noticed that before?"

I couldn't tell if she was being serious. Was she really not able to tell that I'd shrunk during the class? I looked around. Several other students were looking at me, including Emmie, the girl that Amber had run off earlier. They all turned back to their work. Nobody said anything. No "What's happening to him?", no "Oh my god, he's shrinking," and definitely no, "Hey Amber, leave him alone."

Amber wrapped her arm around my neck and pulled me close. This allowed her to squeeze my neck a bit, but it also pressed my head against one of her large breasts. She really did have great breasts. I got hard right then, and the tingling returned.

"Talk to me after class," said Amber. "I want to have some fun with you."

She pushed me away with a laugh, snatched my eraser off my desk, and walked away with a little laugh.