The Shrunken Student

14/03/2020

 

 

The Shrunken

Student

By

Various

Authors

 

You are Mark,

an average 16 year old boy now. You were born at a height of 2 inches. Before

you were welcomed into the world, your father died in a plane crash. You now

live with your mother, Marie, and your 15 year old sister, Julie, in a beautiful

2 story house. You wake up one morning in a dollhouse that your mom gave you on

your 10th birthday. You step out on the hard floor to hear a loud thundering

noise. It's your mom coming to wake you up. She can see you and hear you, but to

be safe, you better find higher ground.

 

You run

out into the hall and immediately collide into a shiny black medium heel pump.

It belongs to your mother, Marie. She looks down and smiles at you. Her voice

booms at you, "Good morning, Sweetie." You shout back at her, "Hi mom!! Today is

my first day of High School!!" Your mom hears you and places her hand near you.

You climb onto it and snuggle in her right hand. She kisses you, covering you

with lipstick, then carries you into your room, where she immediately dresses

you for school. "Mom I can do it myself," you tell her, but she just smiles and

lifts you up to her face again. She then brings you into the kitchen and makes

breakfast, while you wait on the kitchen table

 

Julie comes

into the kitchen wearing a light blue blouse, a medium gray skirt, and black

high heel sandles. Your mother tells her to change immediately, but Julie says

the homecoming queen tryouts, especially pictures, are today. Your mom just

shakes her head and places two plates on the table. Julie has to share her

breakfast with you. "Hey little brother, I am going to keep an eye on you as

best as I can," says your sister. You replie by nodding your head and finish

eating. You, your mom, and Julie get in the car, and head for school. On the

way, Julie sees you walking toward her left sandle. She smiles and unbuckles the

ankle strap and slides it around you like a seatbelt. You are trapped on your

sister's shoe, and your mom doesn't even see you on the floor. Do something...if

this is bothering you.

 

You try to

stay comfortable inside your sister's shoe. For a moment it actually works...but

then your mom turns on the radio. It's Julie's favorite song, "Drive" from

Incubus! She begins to drum the beat on the floor, oblivious to your inaudible

screams. You're thrown around everywhere, side to side! The only thing that's

keeping you onto Julie's foot is the strap. You don't know if you should be

thankful for or furious at that strap, because by the time you reach the school

you're covered in dirt all over, and you're panting as if you were in military

school for two hours. How am I going to make friends like THIS? you think miserably to

yourself.

 

Julie

unstraps you and picks you up in her hand. She carries you over to the teacher's

desk, and sets you down.

"Mr. Smithers, I brought my brother to school today."

The teacher looks down at you as if he had been expecting you.

"Ah, yes..." says Mr. Smithers, "class, I'd like to introduce a new student

today, Julie's little brother...now as you all know from watching the local news

recently, the school board has recently voted to allow him to attend public

school rather than to be privately tutored at home, so I hope all of you will

make him feel welcome."

The class begins to clap loudly to welcome you, and you look around at your new

classmates. A hot blonde cheerleader sits in the front row and winks at you, but

the applause is starting to hurt your tiny ears

 

The

loud sounds of the clapping students hurts your ears. You beg them to stop but

they don't hear you. The pretty cheerleader stands up from her desk and walks

over to you. She bends down and you stare at her pretty face. She is the most

beautiful girl that you have ever seen. She has long blonde hair and pretty blue

eyes with cute freckles on her nose. She just stares at you in amazement.

Finally she speaks. "Why don't you come with me. I can show you around campus."

She places her open palm in front of where you are standing. You cautiously and

nervously step onto the soft skin of her open palm. She lifts you close to her

face. "My name is Heather," the giant girl tells you. You feel her warm breath

and smell the sweet smell of peppermint gum. You are not used to being around

other people and certainly not used to being so close to a beautiful girl. You

are completely smitten with her beauty and begin feeling weak in the knees.

"Hello Heather. It's nice meeting you," you say nervously. The girl starts

giggling which to you sounds like rolling thunder. "I'm doing just fine;

especially since I found a cute boy like you," she says smiling.

Wow the first day at school and you already picked up one of the hottest chicks

on campus...well actually she picked you up.

You spend the rest of the class period on top of the pretty cheerleader's desk.

When class is over, she places her open hand next to you for you to climb up on.

"It's lunch period," she tells you. "You can join me and my friends for lunch.

They are going to get such a kick out of you," she says. Her words begin to make

you nervous. You don't like the idea of being shown around like some sort of

freak. Heather opens her purse and lowers you inside. She drops you between a

giant lipstick and makeup case. She closes the purse leaving you in total

darkness.

 

"You

are never going to believe what I have in my purse," you hear Heather say. The

purse opens up and your dilated eyes are temporally blinded by the light. You

are just able to see Heather's giant hand reaching for you. Her fingers wrap

around you and lift you out of the purse. "Look at the little person. Isn't he

neat?," Heather says as she places you on the table. As your eyes begin to

adjust to the light you see three other giant teenage girls seated at the table

staring down at you. "I can't believe how small he is," one of the girls says. A

girl with shoulder length brown hair reaches down and picks you up between her

thumb and forefinger. "Put me down," you yell. She ignores your pleas and just

stares at you in fascination. "Be careful with him. He is not a toy a pretty

Latina girl says. "Let me hold him," one of the other girls says. The girl hands

you over to her and she examines you closely. You are subsequently passed around

to each of the girls; each girl taking turns poking and prodding your tiny body

as if you were some sort of tiny animal. You wish now that you had never made

the decision to come to school. The last girl to hold you is the pretty Latina

girl. She looks at you sympathetically as if a little ashamed at the behavior of

her friends. The Latina girl reluctantly hands you back to Heather. You look up

to Heather's billboard size face. She is so beautiful. You think any guy on

campus would love to be with her. To you, however, she was a giantess. A goddess

who had you completely in her control.

"I think I'll ask Julie if she will sell him to me," Heather says to the other

girls. You are shocked by this statement. You can't believe that she would

entertain the idea that your sister would sell you as if you were nothing more

than chattel. "He is a real person. You can't just buy him as if he were a

hamster," the Latina

girl says. "Why not? It's not as if he is a real person...I mean a regular

person..well..you know what I mean," Heather says sounding more like an airhead

valley girl. "You don't mind do you sweetie?," Heather says to you as she rubs

you against her cute freckled nose. She lowers you to her lips and kisses you;

saturating your whole body with lipstick and saliva. Before you can say anything

she lowers you back into her purse. "Let's go find your sister," she says as she

closes the purse tight.

 

"Julie come

over here," you hear Heather yell. At last you will soon be free, you think to

yourself. The purse opens up and Heather reaches in again. She picks you up and

hands you over to your sister Julie. "There you are. I wondered where you were,"

Julie says to you as she holds you in her open palm. "I was just showing him

around the campus," Heather says to your sister. You are so grateful to be in

the protective custody of your sister that you kiss the palm of her hand. "He is

just so sweet and adorable," Heather says. "I was just wondering...would you

consider selling him to me?" "Sell him to you! He's my brother! I can't just

sell him." "But I'll give you quite a lot for him. You know my family is very

well off. I could give you a thousand dollars for him." "That is not the point.

I can't just sell him." "I'll give you three thousand dollars." "Look even if I

wanted to sell him I couldn't. What would I tell my mother?" "Please Julie...I

really want him. I can pay you five thousand dollars. You can come over and

visit him anytime you want. You sister looks down at you then looks at Heather

and agrees

 

Oh

thank you, thank you, thank you," Heather says as she reaches into her purse and

grabs her check book. She rights out a check and hands it to Julie. "Julie you

can't do this," you scream in protest. Julie turns her head away from you as if

embarrassed to face you. She hands you over to Heather. "This is going to be so

cool," Heather says as she places you back into her purse. "Don't worry Julie.

I'll take good care of him," Heather says as she closes the purse. "What am I

going to tell mom," you hear Julie mutter. The purse begins to rock with

Heather's footsteps. You bang around inside, not really enjoying the ride.

 

You spend a

good part of the day trapped inside Heather's purse. After school lets out, she

drives to the mall. She tells you that she is buying some gifts for you. She

occasionally peeks inside the purse to check up on you. You demand for her to

take you to your home but she either ignores you or doesn't hear you. Finally

after a very long day Heather takes you to her home. She reaches in and lifts

you out and places you on top of her vanity table. You stand there among her

giant girl stuff - giant bottles of nail polish, perfume, makeup and other

various items. "Now you wait right here; I have a special surprise for you,"

Heather says.

 

You wait on

top of Heather's vanity table for her to return. After several moments Heather

returns with a metal hamster cage. "Surprise," Heather says excitedly. "This

will be your new home." She places the cage with the door open next to you. You

stare at it in disbelief. "Isn't it cute? Do you like it? I bought it at the pet

store in the mall. I also found some wonderful doll furniture." "Heather you

can't keep me in a cage," you yell. Heather reaches down and shoves you with the

tip of her index finger and you fall into the cage. "This will be a wonderful

home for you. Look you have everything you need. A little toy chair, a little

toy table, a food trough, a water bottle, and an exercise wheel." "Please

Heather, you can't keep me locked up in here like some sort of animal." "It's

for your own good sweetie. I can't have you running around the house. You might

accidentally get stepped on. It's for your own protection. Little creatures

belong in cages," she says to you. "Are you hungry?," she asks. You nod your

head. You haven't eaten all day. "Good," she says "I'll go get you some hamster

pellets." You look at her in shock. "I'm just kidding. I'll bring you some

scraps from my plate when I'm done.

She leaves the room and you pace around in the cage. You can't believe what is

happening. Heather seems to think that you would be content living in a cage.

You walk over to the exercise wheel and climb inside. You start to run spinning

the wheel round and round. You have a lot of nervous energy to work off. A giant

figure enters the room; someone other than Heather.

 

You are

suddenly startled when you turn to see the giant face of a woman staring at you.

It is a very pretty woman who looks to be in her mid thirties. "You...your that

little person from Heather's school," the woman says. "What are you doing here?"

"Please you have to help me. Your daughter is holding me prisoner. I want to get

back home to my family." The giant woman opens the cage door and sets her open

palm next to you. You gratefully climb up on her palm and she lifts her out.

"Heather...Get in here," she yells.

 

Heather comes

in the room. "Did you still this little person?," her mother asks. "No mom..I

bought him from his sister." "Is this true?," her mother asks you. "Yes but.."

"Okay as long as you didn't steal him," her mother says as she hands you back to

Heather." "Isn't he so adorable," Heather says as she rubs against her cheek.

"Yes but you must be very careful with him. He is after all a real person." "I

will. I'll take real good care of him," Heather says as she places you back into

the cage.

Heather's little sister Amy walks into the room and joins her mother and sister.

All three of the giantesses stare at you in the cage. You feel like some sort of

freak on display.

"Can I take him to school with me for show and tell?," Amy asks her mother. "He

belongs to your sister, you'll have to ask her."

"Oh please Heather! Please, please, please, please with sugar on top."

Heather smiles and says yes

 

You

don't sleep well that night thinking of the prospect of Amy taking you to school

with her. The teenagers in high school were bad enough; you damn sure didn't

want to be around a bunch of second graders.

The next day Heather and Amy prepare for school. Amy enters Heather's room with

a glass mason jar in her hand. She opens the cage door and reaches inside for

you. "Come on little man," she says as she grabs you. "My name is Mark not

little man," you scream. Amy just giggles and drops you in the jar. She screws

on a lid that has air holes punctured in it. She places the jar in her backpack

and leaves for school.

 

As the class

begins the kids take turns showing off various things to the other students in

the classroom. When it is Amy's turn. She reaches into her backpack and grabs

the jar with you inside. "And what do you have Amy?," you hear her teacher ask.

"I have a little tiny man," she says as she holds up the jar proudly. She

unscrews the lid and tilts the jar, causing you to roll off into her hand. She

holds you tightly in her grip. "Can it talk?" you hear a girl ask. "Is it

real?..I mean is he alive? a boy asks. "Yes he is real and yes he can talk," Amy

says proudly. "Put me down!," you yell. All of the other kids start laughing

with delight when they hear your sqeaky voice. "Make him say something else a

boy says. "Go on speak," Amy commands. You say nothing so she squeezes you

harder. "Please Amy stop squeezing put me down." The other kids start laughing

again and Amy loosens her grip. "I've heard about this little person before,"

the teacher says. I thought he was going to begin classes at the high school."

"He was. That is where my sister found him. He is staying with us now." "I wand

to hold him" "Yea me too," various students start saying. Amy hands you to one

of the other girls and you are passed around from student to student as if you

were nothing but a toy. Finally Amy grabs you and places you on the teacher's

desk. The teacher smiles at you. She is an extremely attractive woman in her mid

twenties with curly blonde hair and green eyes. Amy places the jar next on its

side next to you. "Now get back inside," she commands. You are sore all over

from being handled roughly by the students. You crawl back into the jar. "He

certainly minds well," the teacher remarks. Amy turns the jar upright and screws

the lid back on. "Maybe he can stay here in the class for a few days. He could

be our class mascot," the teacher says.

 

Amy agrees and

her classmates all yell with excitement. The school bell rings and the teacher

announces that it is recess time. All of the students leave the class and the

teacher lifts you up in the jar. "I just can't get over how small you are," she

says as you look at her giant fingers pressed against the glass of the jar. She

tilts the jar and you fall out onto her other hand. "Please Miss. I don't want

to stay here." "I can't believe they even let you enroll at the high school,"

she says. "But I'm a teenager too. I just want to try and live as normal a life

as possible." "High school is for normal people. You don't belong there. You

need to be taken care of." She places you on the floor between her feet. She is

wearing platform sandals. "Look at you. You don't even come up to the heals of

my shoes." She was right. You could barely see the tops of her pink painted

toenails. "You can't just roam around free. You'll get hurt. You belong in a

cage." The teacher stands up and walks to a cabinet. She pulls out a small metal

cage and a bag. "We used to have a mouse that we kept in the classroom for a

mascot. I think you will be much better. The kids will love you," she says as

she takes the bag and pours litter on the bottom of the cage. You take the

opportunity to try and escape. You take off running for the door but the loud

clomping sounds of her wooden platform sandals tells you that you are going

nowhere. A giant sandal clad foot crashes in front of you blocking your path.

She reaches down and picks you up and drops you onto the soft litter of the

cage. You can't believe what is happening. "I hope you like your new home," the

teacher says as she leans down and smiles at you.

 

"Please you

can't do this to me," you scream. The giant teacher just smiles and walks back

to her desk. The school bell rings once again and a few minutes later, the

students start to return to the classroom. Some go strait to their desks; a few

of them approach the cage to look at you. A boy and two girls gather around the

cage. "Look at him. He's so puny," says the boy. "He is so small I could crush

him like a bug," he continues. One of the girl's giggles at his statement. The

other bends down and looks at you in a caring manner. "I wish my brother was

this size," the giggling girl says. If he were, he would have to do everything I

say or I'd squish him under my shoe.

The boy removes a pencil from his pocket and sticks the eraser end through the

cage bars. He taps you in the stomach, knocking the wind of you causing you to

double over. "Careful...You'll hurt him," the caring girl says. "Oh I was just

teasing him." "Alright back to your seats," the teacher yells. The students all

return to your seats. You begin to feel that there is no hope.

 

"Let me out!"

you scream. This causes the class to erupt in a fit of giggles. The boys all

sneer at you but you notice some of the girls looking at you dreamily and

whispering to Amy.

You finally doze off, but awaken just as the end of day bell rings. You see Amy

coming over to the cage to take you in her hand.

"Time to go home little man, I bet Heather missed you." Amy quickly drops you,

screaming and kicking, into her backpack and heads home.

 

Amy takes you

straight home and goes immediately to Heather's room. Heather is there along

with two of her friends from the cheerleading squad, including the girl with

shoulder length brown hair, who picked you up yesterday during lunch, and a girl

with dirty blonde hair that you've never seen before.

Amy takes you out and plops you on Heather's bed. You hear Heather telling Amy

to get lost.

 

Amy

protests, saying she wants to stay, but Heather threatens never to allow her to

see you again so she obeys and leave.

“Cool!” The brown haired girl says. “Now we don’t have to share.”

 

You

quickly look around to get your bearings but before you can do so the girl with

brown hair quickly seizes you in her fist again, lifting you to her huge lips.

You try to break free from her grip but she has you so tightly in her fist you

can’t even move a muscle.

"Put me down!" you yell, but of course she just smiles and stares at you and

starts playing with your limbs, trying not to hurt you but she doesn't know her

own strength and she accidentally wrenches your arm a bit.

"Ow!" you cry.

"Watch it Deb!" Heather shouts, "You're hurting him!" She quickly takes you from

a belligerent Deb and sets you on the bed between the three towering teens.

"I can't help it." Deb retorts, "It isn't my fault he's so weak and puny."

"Hey! Who're you calling weak and puny?" You yell up at Deb.

 

You are

staring up angrily at her when the dirty blonde haired girl, who you later learn

is named Jennifer, reaches out with her index finger extended and sweeps it

under your feet, causing you to fall backwards. Before you can get back up she

pinches you by the ankle and whisks you up like a freight elevator dangling you

just in front of her pretty face.

“Wow!” She exclaims, “You really are small! You are so cute. Heather, may I

borrow the little man tonight?

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