Maternal

4’6

“Now then” Mrs Scott turned away from the door and snaked her way through the grid of desks towards me. “Come on, open up, Davey! What the heck is going on here?” With her hands on her hips, she looked down at me, left eyebrow raised expectantly and her pretty head slightly tilted to the right.

She looked all the stern school mistress type: Black cardigan, the first three buttons open, over a plain white blouse covering her ample chest but leaving no cleavage. Black flared skirt going below her knees, from where black shiny stockings framed her strong calves and continued into her red 4’’ heels.

I’ve never seen her in such a sexually aggressive outfit before. Mrs Scott has always been that petite but stern teacher. While she put up a bossy demeanour most student wouldn’t take her that serious due to her small figure. She tended to play on that, daring students to overstep their bounds, and then enjoying putting them in their rightful place. I fortunately barely found myself on the receiving side.

“I am sorry I forgot my textbook in the locker, Mrs Scott. It won’t happen again.” My mind was pointing to the start of the lesson, where I had to leave the class or that reason. I was still not sure if other people actually perceive my shrunken form. Maybe its just some kind of mind trick, dehydration or something, and once I am in my apartment, I already pre-rented for university, I will have already forgotten about it.

“That’s not what I am talking about, silly. Just look at you.” She drew a slender finger over my seated position. “This is not how I remember you. You are tiny and it doesn’t make any freaking sense to me. So, what is it?!” Her voice was agitated, in an aggressive but also worrying way.

Initially, I felt cool relieve that it wasn’t going bonkers as well as that Mrs Scott seemed to want to help me in her own bossy way. Then, of course, came the reality that I was getting smaller, which left a fearful twinge in my chest area.

“I… I don’t really know…” I felt an embarrassing heat in my cheeks at my stuttering. But also hoped that she would understand, while I was beating up myself for sounding so whiny. “It just started to happen since today morning … I don’t know.”

Her posture relaxed, her eyes softened, and her voice became calmer and breathier:

“What started to happen since today morning, Davey?”

“I… I don’t know. I just… had this weird feeling in my body, and… I know it sounds stupid, but I felt like I was getting smaller. I noticed it first in your... class … and before that...” I slowly started to dawn on me.

Oh no.

How the fuck could I forget that incident? My discovery of that weird pebble aligned perfectly. It was warm and pulsating as I retrieved it from my pocket and held it out in front of me for her to see. With bare hands. Stupid, yes, it is going to bite me in the end.

“What is that Davey?”

4’5

Mrs Scott bent down to me, putting her hands on her nylon knees, to get a better look at the odd object in my hand. Her sudden closeness followed by the waft of spicy sweet cinnamon perfume made me all dizzy, way too close for comfort . I reflexively leaned back on straining muscles to regain some of my personal space and spent the rest of my mental energy not ogling her pronounced bosom she served me so directly. In my distraction, I blanked out the strong prickling sensation in my right hand, holding the stone.

4’4

“Davey?” Mrs Scott looked back at my face and glazy eyes. I must have looked like a stoned idiot, only the profuse drooling was missing. “Are you ok? You are beet red.”

“I-I am f-fine” I stumbled which earned me a chuckle. She knew what was up, after all she played this game on a daily basis, her womanly charm just another weapon to extract obedience.

But I wasn't planning on making it easy for her.

I shook my head and took a deep breath. ‘_Man up, Davey! _Man the fuck up and get your shit together’ I urged myself.

Every guy in class, naturally noticed Mrs Scott’s strong physical assets which would mostly include her well-formed and sizeable breasts as well as the outline of her muscular thighs through her skirts and jeans - and don’t forget her thick mouth-watering calves. Add to that her stern, mature and maternal flavour, which has a resounding effect on a lost, inwardly shy and insecure young man like me, in dire need of guidance.

“Thank you for your concern, Mrs S-Scott, but I am fine. For real. I think it will be better if I head home and observe it from there. Never heard of anyone shrinking in history, so I doubt that it is anything serious, right? Hah…”

I met her brown deep eyes as earnest as I could, but whatever I cooked up as a response sounded weak, even in my ears.

4’3

Mrs Scott gave me a quizzical look as if I had gone insane, and then rose from her bent position to her true height, now towering above me. Hands in her hips she said in a sharp tone

“Now listen to me, Davey, do you listen to me?” The size she had over me totally changed our usual dynamic. Before I would have been a bit alarmed at her tone of voice, and that's it. No big deal. Now I gasped as the power behind her voice gripped my whole body in a steel fist, forcing my eyes onto her lips.

What made Mrs Scott so authoritative and dominant, wasn't her choice of words per se, but the natural way in which she carried her self, that left no doubt that she could ever be wrong, every statement like an axiomatic truth of her religion. I couldn't replicate it if my life dependent on it. Still, I would have never imagined how a single variable can take someone from imposing to straight up frightening.

“Do. You. Listen. To. Me. Davey?” She spat out words out like piercing poison, right at my face.

4’2

Not trusting my voice, I nodded meekly, trying to make myself small to make her relent. Without success.

“Tsk. As for your previous ‘suggestion’: No. Thank you. Please. You will stay here. You will stay in supervision. You will NOT, I repeat, you will NOT try to play me with that silly act of yours. You are a boy, Davey, not a man, and you will behave accordingly in my presence.”

Mrs Scott became increasingly furious, slightly bending over my slumping body. Maybe it was just in my mind, but I felt her voice vibrating through my body, ingraining it like nutrients into myself and making my breath go hard over my white tense lips.

“Do you understand, Davey?”

Her voice was more controlled again. She had made her impression.

I gave a weak nod, my former façade swept away in the unrelenting storm that she is.

“Yes. Or No. I want a clear answer!”

“Yes M-Mrs Scott.”

“Good.”

4’1

The grip of her eyes imprisoned me for a few more awfully long moments, letting me simmer in silence under her authority, peeling me like an orange. She knew exactly what she did. This was her playing field.

After briefly look around the room, Mrs Scott bent down to me again.

“Ok, Davey. This is the plan: I have another class in ten minutes, which I don’t plan to miss. You will be good and stay her until I come check on you in about … lets say an hour from now. That would be around 10 am. Do you see the clock above the white board, Davey?”

“Y-Yes”

“Good. You will wait for me here until then. Also … “Mrs Scott removed her black jersey, leaving her only in a white blouse. “… get off that stone. From what I have understood it has something to do with your … development. Wrap it into this, and get some distance.” She put her folded jersey on my desk. And then mustered my small sunken in form, less violent and more thoughtful.

Crouching to my eyelevel, Mrs Scott whispered “Look at me, Davey.”

I strenuously removed my eyes from the spot on the ground I had been blankly focusing the moment she released me from her game.

Mrs Scott gave me a soft smile. “It will be fine, Davey. We will find a solution for this, I promise. You just need to let me help you, okay?”

Nod.

Mrs Scott looked at me pitifully “Awww, Poor thing. Just let me take care of you, and stop being such a stubborn little boy. You are harming yourself more than you are helping.” She put on a playful pout, but released it moment later to give my shoulder a light squeeze and pat. Her touch made me want to jump back, my whole body tensed up like a suit out of muscle. But at the same time it felt electrifying and I felt knots that had build up in my chest and stomach dissolve in a blink.

“On another note: I will trust you that you won’t do anything cheeky or downright stupid. So I will not lock the classroom door. Understood?”

Nod.

“Good, very good” Mrs Scott hummed and pushed a strand of her mouse-brown hair behind her right ear.

Then she stood up any stalked on heeled steps towards the door. Her caring gesture and physical closeness had successfully pierced my outer shell I put up in tense situations. I felt insecure and ****. Needy. Like a new-born. Small. Weak. Pathetic. And as if I had failed. Defeated in a mocking manner.

I was not used to these sensations. I barely knew them, and didn't want to get to know them any better.

I barely realized her “See you later, Davey” before she went out of the door and closed it without turning back.

Dazed from the intensive exchange, I just stared at the spot where she was crouching mere moments before. The stone continued to pulse and prickle in my hand.

4’0