Davey stays and shrinks even more

I must have fallen asleep. I can remember wrapping the stone into Mrs Scott’s black jersey and pushing it over the far end of my desk, where it fell to the ground with a muffled PLOP.

Then I felt tired.

Tired, as if I had overdone it with a full body work out, then pushed some adrenaline to do it two more times. My arms and legs felt hollow, my mind foggy and just the simple act of breathing became dangerously difficult. Causing **** worrying thoughts to overcome me before unconsciousness took over.

When I woke up everything was already dark. The absolute and impenetrable darkness of someone being two feet below earth, buried alive. On an on-set of panic, I began frantically boxing the space around me. Indeed, there was something atop of me, as well as to my sides. Some kind of semi-heavy fabric, which would give slightly to my punches.

Suddenly a deafening DING-DONG-DAANG rung out somewhere above me, hitting me like a shockwave, followed by the banging of doors and the familiar orchestra of laughing, screaming and feet banging on ground.

I was still on school grounds, still in the classroom.

It didn’t take much thought to put two and two together, regarding what happened in my absence. My windpipe felt like I was breathing sirup, my limbs numbed with a cold chill of sweat forming on my back, my head bloated like a helium balloon before popping. Thoughts that were swarming me mere moments before - _what; where; how; - _were snuffed out like they have never been there. In what I presume to be a safety reflex my body just shut down.

5’’

I pinned down my focus on my chest, in a meditative technique, isolating myself from the rest of my body.

It _rose _and sunk.

Rose and sunk.

Rose and sunk.

Everything before this very moment feels far, far away – like an entirely different life or a dream. This was a nightmare.

Amidst the countless students stomping past the classroom, peeping shadows below the door, I heard a knock on the door, followed by the noise of it opening and closing. By the signature click-clack of heeled shoes I knew it must be Mrs Scott coming back to check on me.

I wasn’t ready to process my current situation, much less to deal with the fear of someone else finding me in this state. However, even if I somehow evaded any attention, got down from the chair and out the class room, stark naked that is, dodging all the animate and inanimate obstacles that could crush the life out of me. Add to that wild animals, insects or that I would probably freeze to **** in the fresh autumn air.

_She offered me her help... might as well check out whats the deal. _The voice wasn't really convinced either.

“Davey?”

Fast approaching steps made clear that Mrs Scott noticed something off. The thought that the current outcome might be the situation Mrs Scott had expected came to me only much later.

“Davey? Are you in here?”

She must have stopped in front of my chair. It was difficult orienting myself in my new world so I couldn’t really tell. I felt movement in the fabric around me, as she probably investigated my clothes piece by piece. Searing adrenaline rushed through me, as my body materialized last bits of energy for fight or most likely flight, while Mrs Scott slowly peeled through the layers of my hideout. Bright light blinded me for a second as my blue striped shirt was lifted of my body and disappeared into the vast open space above.

“There you are!” Mrs Scott hummed happily as she found me, her student, naked and at the size of a small hamster lying in his undergarments.

My lack of clothes didn't even cross my mind as I took in my illuminated surroundings. She didn't seem to care either.

Her giant face hovering about 40 feet above me took all my attention. My eyes shifted from her rosy cheeks to her stubby nose over to her brown eyes, wrinkled from a smile. Mrs Scott must have applied lipstick while she was gone, as her lips shone in a dark red glaze, reminding me of fresh blood. All the small details were truly captivating at this size: A slight brown freckle pattern on her makeup-less cheeks I wouldn't notice at my normal size. Crow feet accenting her eyes, a mark of her age and pronounced through her smile. All the little nooks and imperfections, scars of her experience which made her face just so much more alluring.

“I was worried that you bolted while I was gone. It makes me glad, Davey, that you decided to be a good boy for me.” said Mrs Scott, especially emphasizing the last few words with a melodic rise in her voice, as if she was praising a dog.

Even though my body was pumped for action, I felt a bit flustered through her words. And her eyes, as they seemed to drink in every feature of my bare little breathing body, only magnified the effect.

Nonetheless, the rational part of me prevailed for now. Seemingly normal people tended to get bat-shit crazy without any behavioural control structure, and I wasn’t going to leave it to chance, that Mrs Scott wouldn’t fall for the charm of power.

She apparently noticed my intentions, as a delicate hand the size of a very small vehicle lowered down next to me.

“Now don’t get a fright, little man. I have no intentions of laying harm on you, okay?" The hand, that descended on my like a hydraulic press, stopped in its path as she noticed me flinching back into the fabric. Even in my little experience with the situation it was crystal clear that hands are the most lethal part of my giant counterparts.

"As I said before... " She continued, her voice softer and more motherly, trying to calm a hurt animal. "...I am going to help you out. Your only job is it not to do anything reckless or impulsive. We don’t know how sturdy your new form is, and if I were you, I wouldn't rely on a doctor’s visit."

Mrs Scott showed a painful smile at the thought.

"Not only because they might have problems operating on such a small body.”

Her expression had turned more serious while she was talking, but her words had also reassured me enough to lay off any escape ideas for now.

“Nod if you understood, Davey.”

I nodded again, to which my math teacher responded with a cheery "Very good!" followed by "Let me grab a chair and then we can talk properly.”

While Mrs Scott took a chair one row behind mine, I relocated myself on my clothes in a less straining position. A wall of cold fresh air hit me, when I climbed up to the rim of my trousers, like entering a supermarket in peak summer. I gave up on it, and slumped down again, wedging myself between my jeans and the black boxers I had picked out this morning. As I assumed before, environmental temperature was a legitimate problem for my small size.

“Sitting comfortably, Davey?” Mrs Scott smiled at me with a wink. She must have observed my climb. I gave a nod in response, which earned me a short laugh.

“Now then. Lets get right to it. There are a few things I would suggest: First, I wouldn’t tell anyone about your current situation. At least not until we figured out what is going on a bit more. More people knowing means higher chance someone could do anything horrible to you."

Mrs Scott had risen her right hand and index finger, waggling it up and down as if she was giving one of her lectures. I agreed with her on that, only that I wasn't sure yet if one person knowing was already one too much.

"Secondly, you should stay with me, as in I take you home with me. As an argument for that, I can only offer you that you wont regret it.” Mrs Scott winked at me, to which I felt heat rise into my cheeks and loins, igniting a horny chain reaction in my juvenile mind.

Between images of her naked big tits and the red stains her lips would leave on my body, I suddenly became self-aware how indecent my current situation is, considering this is my teacher, I had known for several years. She had literally watched me growing up, from a high pitched, wild youngster to a shy and still innocent adult.

Mrs Scott didn’t notice my hands instinctively covering my hardening crotch behind the fabric of the boxers, as she continued:

“And at last, don’t worry your little head so much and let an experienced woman take the lead. I know what a young man like you needs most.” Mrs Scott sounded amused and very much as if she was enjoying this new dynamic. Resting her elbows on her nylon thighs and her head on her hands she smiled down at me.

“Any opposition to what I’ve said so far, Davey?”

I strongly shook my head, not that I feel like I could judge her suggestions at the moment. Shameful fantasies bloomed in the back of my mind as her womanly demeanour added fuel to fire, making any useful thought impossible.

“Fabulous!” Mrs Scott clapped in her hands, to express her delight. “I am finished teaching for the day, so I want to head home in a bit. But first let me have a better look at you. You do look adorable like that, Davey!”

She positioned a palm bigger than myself in front of me, inviting me to climb on it. Initially I was hesitant. I could make out the defined muscles, packing enough power to squeeze my life juice out of me like an overripe orange. Fingers, leathery and thick. Her hand sunk a bit under my weight, making me almost lose balance. I saw the shadow of her other hand in my periphery, and then a giant finger on my shoulder, making me flinch and pushing me gently into a sitting position.

“Don’t want you to accidentally fall, do we?” Mrs Scott's enjoyment was even more apparent.

It was a good call, as the sudden rise of her palm made my stomach lurch with a yelp, throwing me down onto her hands like in prostration. When I straightened back up into my sitting position, I was face to face with Mrs Scott, who had a bemused look in her eyes.

‘There is no going back now’, I realized gloomily. The bone-breaking manoeuvre, which was just a small raise of her hand for Mrs Scott, had sobered me up from my sex-drunk stupor. It gave me a frightening contrast on how casually deadly this world had become in the last hour.

Mrs Scott’s silent, almost predatory stare only made my heart beat faster and my body cramp up more. The corners of her mouth would twitch from time to time as she watched me. An unnerving reaction to something in her own mind, as I kept completely still.

One would think that if you are shrunken down to 5’’, everything would be the same but bigger. That was not the case. The size of my surroundings inspired awe and caution; old objects received an entirely new meaning. The hand I was sitting on looked alien, almost non-human. I could feel the tiny friction ridges of her palm and would probably trace them with my hands, weren’t it for her seemingly trying to dissect me with her eyes. And of course, the cold classroom air that slowly seeped into my naked body and made me shiver. At least my direction died down. That was a win.

A short ”Cute” from Mrs Scott was the final reward for my suffering, as I stared up to her with scared puppy eyes.

“Now where to put you, hmm?”