Just Kill Me Now
Cheating Death
chapter 19
by
copier
· original author:
spiralwriter
Wait...you tried to seperate everything else, and focus on the voice. It was faintly memorable."I can entirely believe that this would happen to you, Luke. You are one of this school's few problem children..."The giantess thundered on. Her voice was dainty, yet uptight. It held power, command, and fear over students. The teacher that Lakin had handed you over to, was one of the worst teachers in the school. Well....not the worst. She was one of the best educators, but the worst personality wise. It was Mrs. Baxton, a math teacher, and she despised you to the very pit of your being.
It all had happened at the beginning of the school year, back when you were a few thousand or so inches taller. On the first day of school, first period, you had Mrs. Baxton, and you had tried to come out of your meek shell. So...a small prank was pulled. Nothing fancy or special, just involving a spitball, a pencil, and a balloon filled with the cafeteria's pudding. The pencil was to trick her, the spitball was to distract, and the balloon.....to end up all over her. Unfortuantely, it only went halfway well. She turned around the moment you tossed the balloon from the back of the class. She eyeballed you, staring straight into your soul with her anger.
For the rest of the year, she personally singled you out to torture, whether it was putting you on the spot with extremely hard questions or giving a pop quiz the moment you learned something, and she telling the entire class it was you who caused it.
Her full name was Marian Baxton, a divorced woman of 38. When you were normal sized, she always towered above you and almost every other student. Even without heels, she dominated at a 6'5 frame. Despite her size, she was a fairly built woman of caucasian skin, brown hair tied up in a bun, and having an average chest and decent posterior, but what caught your attention of her was her legs and feet. Her calfs and thighs were extremely toned, showing signs of dedicated running. Her feet were always smooth and nice, the toenails painted red to match her lips. Whenever she wore a tight skirt combined with revealing high heels, you tried to sneak a glance every now and then.
ut despite all of this, you hated her back. It was a thriving, ull-on hate relationship between the two of you. And now, here you were, microscopic, at the mercy of a woman a million times your size, who personally sets out to ruin your life.
"Just kill me now..."You groaned to yourself. Too bad it was impossible fo you to die.
It all had happened at the beginning of the school year, back when you were a few thousand or so inches taller. On the first day of school, first period, you had Mrs. Baxton, and you had tried to come out of your meek shell. So...a small prank was pulled. Nothing fancy or special, just involving a spitball, a pencil, and a balloon filled with the cafeteria's pudding. The pencil was to trick her, the spitball was to distract, and the balloon.....to end up all over her. Unfortuantely, it only went halfway well. She turned around the moment you tossed the balloon from the back of the class. She eyeballed you, staring straight into your soul with her anger.
For the rest of the year, she personally singled you out to torture, whether it was putting you on the spot with extremely hard questions or giving a pop quiz the moment you learned something, and she telling the entire class it was you who caused it.
Her full name was Marian Baxton, a divorced woman of 38. When you were normal sized, she always towered above you and almost every other student. Even without heels, she dominated at a 6'5 frame. Despite her size, she was a fairly built woman of caucasian skin, brown hair tied up in a bun, and having an average chest and decent posterior, but what caught your attention of her was her legs and feet. Her calfs and thighs were extremely toned, showing signs of dedicated running. Her feet were always smooth and nice, the toenails painted red to match her lips. Whenever she wore a tight skirt combined with revealing high heels, you tried to sneak a glance every now and then.
ut despite all of this, you hated her back. It was a thriving, ull-on hate relationship between the two of you. And now, here you were, microscopic, at the mercy of a woman a million times your size, who personally sets out to ruin your life.
"Just kill me now..."You groaned to yourself. Too bad it was impossible fo you to die.
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March 13, 2025
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