"Sensei? C-could I please be excused for a minute?"
"Alright, just don't take too long."
Uh oh.
Your heart thudded in your chest as the world shifted around you. Izumi's blouse held you in safely, just like you thought it would. But that safety was meaningless when it was only keeping you safe long enough to bring you and your executioner to a place where she could carry out the deed with no one around to witness.
It was faint, muffled by distance and fabric, but you could vaguely hear Izumi grumbling.
"-lousy jerks think it's fun to stick things down my shirt! I swear, if we weren't in the middle of class-"
She'd felt you. This was... this was the absolute worst scenario for you. You didn't want to imagine what it would look like, being a shrunken boy hiding out in a place like the girl's locker room, or any one of the ladies' washrooms... but this was even worse. Izumi's temper was something of a local legend at your school, and it seemed to be a game with some students just how far they could push her before she snapped.
Case in point, she'd held her calm in class but was no doubt extremely displeased right now, thinking she'd been the victim of another prank.
Though you were pretty sure she was more used to dealing with people trying to stick things down the front of her shirt rather than the back of it...
*Gulp*
You'd just have to hope that Izumi was in a forgiving mood, and not... well if nothing else, you hoped you'd live to see the next day.
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"Grr... I can't go one class without some jackass trying to embarrass me! Is that too much to ask? To just sit down, study, and have a normal, uninterrupted day of school without being treated like some oversized bimbo for other people's amusement?! Is that to much to ask?!" Izumi groused, slamming open the door to one of the second-floor lavatories. Normally, she would have at least checked to see if it was empty first (which it was, fortunately), but right now she was in too much of a huff to think straight.
Tugging on the back of her blouse so that it came undone, Izumi stuck her hand out behind her to catch whatever object had been dropped down the back of her shirt.
Though how someone had been able to do such a thing in class without anyone else noticing was beyond her.
Feeling something small plop into her hand, Izumi brought her hand around.
Unfurling her fingers, she saw...
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Izumi's red eyes widened, her beautiful face taking on a look you rarely saw on her face- bewilderment.
"What? Is this... some kind of doll?" She questioned, reaching down at you with her other hand.
Your eyes widened as her long, slender fingers reached out for your head, and fear shot through you.
"Wait! Don't hurt me!"
"Ack!"
Izumi yelped in surprise and dropped you.
"Crap!"
That hadn't been too smart of a choice, even if you had been worried that Izumi might give your head a good squeeze. Now you were a second away from landing on the cold, unforgiving tiles of the bathroom floor... Hopefully that fall wouldn't kill you outright. But it would still hurt...
"Oof!" Only to have your fall broken at the last second as Izumi's lightning fast reflexes kicked in, and she snatched you up before you could hit the floor.
This time she kept a much firmer grip on you- not tight enough to hurt, but there was no way she was going to drop you this time.
"You... you're that girl's... friend. How... what happened to you?!" Izumi sputtered, eyes wide with disbelief- no doubt she was having trouble comprehending what she was seeing.
"Uh... I don't know how much you know about Hotaru, but we were, uh, in her lab this morning, and something went wrong, and... now I'm stuck like this."
"SHE shrunk you? That's absurd! I knew she was an inventor, but I thought she made, like, drones, or computers, or, or... you know! Everyday stuff! Not mad scientist sci-fi stuff!"
"She, uh, she does a bit of everything, honestly. And before you ask, she didn't shrink me on purpose. A new device of hers malfunctioned and hit me. Now I'm stuck like this while she waits to get the parts she needs to fix her gadget."
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That all sounded... pretty damn unbelievable. But Izumi wasn't one to deny facts when they were laid out right in front of her.
Shujin Kou was tiny- no more than 8 centimeters (roughly 3 inches) tall. Small enough that she was literally holding him in the palm of one hand.
He looked nervous, though some small part in the back of Izumi's mind raised her currently neutral opinion of him ever so slightly- she didn't even want to think about how utterly titanic her breasts must've seemed to him at his size, but he was still doing a good job looking up at her face without his gaze drifting below her neckline.
'Guess not every guy at this school is a total horndog...' Izumi thought to herself, the shrunken boy still held firmly in one hand.
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What happens next?
1. Izumi's eyes narrow (uh oh) and she asks what you were doing down the back of her shirt. (Reserved)
2. Izumi slips you into one of her skirt pockets, after promising to take you back to Hotaru after class.
3. The door slams open and Izumi acts without thinking to hide you from view...
"Alright, just don't take too long."
Uh oh.
Your heart thudded in your chest as the world shifted around you. Izumi's blouse held you in safely, just like you thought it would. But that safety was meaningless when it was only keeping you safe long enough to bring you and your executioner to a place where she could carry out the deed with no one around to witness.
It was faint, muffled by distance and fabric, but you could vaguely hear Izumi grumbling.
"-lousy jerks think it's fun to stick things down my shirt! I swear, if we weren't in the middle of class-"
She'd felt you. This was... this was the absolute worst scenario for you. You didn't want to imagine what it would look like, being a shrunken boy hiding out in a place like the girl's locker room, or any one of the ladies' washrooms... but this was even worse. Izumi's temper was something of a local legend at your school, and it seemed to be a game with some students just how far they could push her before she snapped.
Case in point, she'd held her calm in class but was no doubt extremely displeased right now, thinking she'd been the victim of another prank.
Though you were pretty sure she was more used to dealing with people trying to stick things down the front of her shirt rather than the back of it...
*Gulp*
You'd just have to hope that Izumi was in a forgiving mood, and not... well if nothing else, you hoped you'd live to see the next day.
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"Grr... I can't go one class without some jackass trying to embarrass me! Is that too much to ask? To just sit down, study, and have a normal, uninterrupted day of school without being treated like some oversized bimbo for other people's amusement?! Is that to much to ask?!" Izumi groused, slamming open the door to one of the second-floor lavatories. Normally, she would have at least checked to see if it was empty first (which it was, fortunately), but right now she was in too much of a huff to think straight.
Tugging on the back of her blouse so that it came undone, Izumi stuck her hand out behind her to catch whatever object had been dropped down the back of her shirt.
Though how someone had been able to do such a thing in class without anyone else noticing was beyond her.
Feeling something small plop into her hand, Izumi brought her hand around.
Unfurling her fingers, she saw...
-------------------
Izumi's red eyes widened, her beautiful face taking on a look you rarely saw on her face- bewilderment.
"What? Is this... some kind of doll?" She questioned, reaching down at you with her other hand.
Your eyes widened as her long, slender fingers reached out for your head, and fear shot through you.
"Wait! Don't hurt me!"
"Ack!"
Izumi yelped in surprise and dropped you.
"Crap!"
That hadn't been too smart of a choice, even if you had been worried that Izumi might give your head a good squeeze. Now you were a second away from landing on the cold, unforgiving tiles of the bathroom floor... Hopefully that fall wouldn't kill you outright. But it would still hurt...
"Oof!" Only to have your fall broken at the last second as Izumi's lightning fast reflexes kicked in, and she snatched you up before you could hit the floor.
This time she kept a much firmer grip on you- not tight enough to hurt, but there was no way she was going to drop you this time.
"You... you're that girl's... friend. How... what happened to you?!" Izumi sputtered, eyes wide with disbelief- no doubt she was having trouble comprehending what she was seeing.
"Uh... I don't know how much you know about Hotaru, but we were, uh, in her lab this morning, and something went wrong, and... now I'm stuck like this."
"SHE shrunk you? That's absurd! I knew she was an inventor, but I thought she made, like, drones, or computers, or, or... you know! Everyday stuff! Not mad scientist sci-fi stuff!"
"She, uh, she does a bit of everything, honestly. And before you ask, she didn't shrink me on purpose. A new device of hers malfunctioned and hit me. Now I'm stuck like this while she waits to get the parts she needs to fix her gadget."
------------------------
That all sounded... pretty damn unbelievable. But Izumi wasn't one to deny facts when they were laid out right in front of her.
Shujin Kou was tiny- no more than 8 centimeters (roughly 3 inches) tall. Small enough that she was literally holding him in the palm of one hand.
He looked nervous, though some small part in the back of Izumi's mind raised her currently neutral opinion of him ever so slightly- she didn't even want to think about how utterly titanic her breasts must've seemed to him at his size, but he was still doing a good job looking up at her face without his gaze drifting below her neckline.
'Guess not every guy at this school is a total horndog...' Izumi thought to herself, the shrunken boy still held firmly in one hand.
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What happens next?
1. Izumi's eyes narrow (uh oh) and she asks what you were doing down the back of her shirt. (Reserved)
2. Izumi slips you into one of her skirt pockets, after promising to take you back to Hotaru after class.
3. The door slams open and Izumi acts without thinking to hide you from view...
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