This choice: Mrs. Rogers comes to sit down; Jack tries to hide but he is unshrinking (1.8') • Go Back... Jack had gone over the edge, literaly. He fell forward and landed on the not so soft chair. It didn't even move on its weels from his weight. Then he fell over the seat's edge and onto the cold cheep tiled floor. Laying there on his battered side Jack raced between moments of disbelief, to panic, to shame and verious other modes of the mind. Finaly common sense snuck in and he got up, though with a few grunts and growns. His chest still hurt and there realy wasn't anywhere for him to go.
Jack knew he had to hide so he went further under the desk. Not a lot of thought went into the plan, it was natural some part of the lizard brain came up with it. The idea was darker, with only one way in was safe...not realy but to the primitive mind it makes perfect sense. Jack staggered under the desk and found himself in a kind of box. There main slideing drawer above him, and on either side walks of cold gray green steel. One was the drawers to the side and the other just a screen between the desk legs. Behind him was another, just a sheet of mettle but it provided him cover and a moment to rest. There was a bit of space between the floor and the underside of the desk but Jack didn't think of sqeezing through. He didn't need to at the moment, and besides outthere were all the giants.
Jack huddled getting cold. He could hear Mrs. Rogers talking and murmors farther away. Then there was the TAP, TAP, TAP, TAP, that he had come to understand as foot steps. The kind made from a woman's heels. Enough time with close calls, some not so close as this had taught Jack to pay attention to sounds, when he could. The sounds were moving around the desk, and then the large chair that had been standing as guard over he enterance to this cave of sorts was pulled out.
Jack looked up eyes going wide. The chair was pulled away on its rollers making a screwing sound and TAP, TAP, the underside of a woman's skirt, and two long legs in dark stockings ending at the base in two huge tan heels. Jack watched as the two legs came together the heels clicking togeher, and then the skirt's hem getting lower till the sight of wide hips sitting into the chair were seen from beneath the desk. There was the sound of cheap leather conforming and stretching as a massive weight was rested into it. In the real world it would have been unknoticable. Mrs. Rogers wasn't a large woman, in fact she was pretty young and well trimed. It was clear she worked out. But at Jack's size, which he hadn't taken much notice of yet, the figure in the mouth of his cave was a giant and to him it was awe inspiring that the chair could hold so much weight.
Once the giant behind was settled the tan shoes moved forward lifting up and reaching into the cave. Jack instantly shot to his feet and nearly hit the cealing of the desk avoiding a heel coming down at the spot where he had been curled up. The two heels hit the tiled ground and hooked in and then the rest pulled in. Muscular calfes could be seen tightening as they pulled the chair in, its weels making this horible noice as it moved in blcoking the only way into this desk cave.
Jack didn't react fast enough. He had just jumped up and back then realized he had grown again. his head was now just barly touching the top of the desk when he stood up. He didn't have time to realize he should have crouched and tried to move to the side but there was another scutch and soon the heels were on either side of him and the legs as well. The chair came forward and Jack was beinging closed off.
Mrs. Rogers sat in her chair to let the student's look at some diagrams while she took a quick look at the next step of her lesson plan. She liked to get right over the desk so she sat down then skutted it in all the way till her stomach was pressed right up agains the table top's edge. The chair wasn't at the right hight so she reached down and pulled the little leaver, lifting her own weight for a second to let the shair rise.
Jack was pressed back til he was looking straight between the two collums on either side of him. he blinked realalizign what he was seeing when there ws something moving and WAMB, the lower edge of the chair rose up slambing under Jack's chin catchign him unawares. His head was then trapped. The chair was likea vice under his chin clamping down on his jaw and his head was slambed up into the cealing. It was the oddest thing but it had happened and Jack for two seconds strugled not understanding just what had happened. But when he couldn't wiggle loose his eyes opened and he staired straight ahead into the dark underside of the skirt where the giant collum's merged...SHIT, when through Jack's mind.
Mrs. Rogers crossed her legs under the desk while she ran her finger down the list. Her thighs wrapped around something. Thinking it to be a fold in her skirt she reajusted. The sensation was gone and she started tapping her foot. Once she was comfortable there was a audible grawl in her stomach. It wasn't loud enough for anyone to hear but she noticed it. The young blond teacher looked up making sure the students were busy with their work. Biting her lower lip she allowed herself to do something very unladylike. She felt the silent release of gas escape. Taking a snif she was thankful there wasn't a noticable oder.
Jack couldn't move. Then out of the corner of his eye he saw a wall of dark tan come at him. It was so fast he dind't have time to realize it. He was smashed between two silken smooth masses, and they were pressing down on him. Instantly he was gasping for air. But he couldn't move. A second later the pressre was lifted and Jack was free, his head popped out and he fell to the floor but the giant legs closed on one another again. A tan heel swept towards him and SCORE, the underside of the heal nailed him in the head.
Jack saw black for two seconds. His vision cleared just intime to watch as the other heal remaining on the ground rose up and came down smashing his hand. It came up just as fast and he rolled away in agony. Then as he tried to get up cradling his dammaged fingers, the sound of something hissing was heard and ...AHGH, haheeee, ulgth....Jack started choking on something in the air. He fell to his knees trying to find air to breath. He needed to get out.
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