Little Prank
Cheating Death
chapter 22
by
copier
· original author:
spiralwriter
At her words, you couldn't help but laugh. From the shift in her eye, from amusement to indignant, you must really, really get under this woman's skin. You continued to laugh at the very idea of the notion that you, a meek, jumpy teen, because of one prank for a shot at high school glory, had this grown woman enacting petty revenge upon you. A quick earthquake from Mrs. Baxton shaking her finger slightly shut you up."And what,"She paused to add an uneeded dramtic flair to cover up her indignation."Is so funny, young man? I have stated the facts, and I believe a punishment is in order for the supidity you unleashed on me at the beginning of the school year."Her massive, sky-filling eye narrowed to convey her annoyance.
"It's...it's just....silly."You replied, still chuckling slightly."I mean...do I....annoy you that much? I think that a year of torturing me...and this,"You pointed at yourself, referring to your new microscopic height."Makes up for that one prank I tried to pull on you."
"No, it doesn't. You are a brat."She stated as if it was a fact rather than her own opinion."And you deserve this."
More chuckling from you. In hindshight, your mocking of a giantess a million times your own size didn't seem like a good idea, but you couldn't just let the chance slip through your miniscule fingers."This is....pretty petty of you."
"It is NOT petty."She thundered, emphasizing on the last word with a stomp of her foot, adding more thunderous and booming effects to back up her words.
She huffed, obviously done arguing with you."I am going to play my own....'prank' on you, Luke, and there's nothing you can do about it."Her words now mischivous, her eye revealing the glint of amusement from earlier."I mean, you're a speck....a speck of a speck....and I'm everything to you right now. A Goddess."Mrs. Baxton laughed her own laugh afterwards, as if at a funny joke, making yours sound so small.
You...were not expecting such words from her. Mrs. Baxton did come as a bitch at times, a sadistic, manipulating dictator rather than a teacher over her students, but you would never concieve the thought of her declaring herself as such. Well, absolute power corrupts absoutely, and right now, she was right. She held all the power over you, your very being literally at the tip of her fingers. You gulped and tried not to think of how she might abuse this power that controlled you.
"Now, give me a moment...I must think of something appropriate for one such as yourself..."She sad, tapping her forehead with her free hand, the taps generating echoes of booms that swept through the air around you, shaking you and the particles of dust, disturbing them and sending them flying in multiple directions.
"Well, I could always send you back down there to my toes...you seemed to like them a lot, little Luke..."She laughed once again, and you couldn't help but pull a 'BLECK' face.
You weren't exactly a...'foot' guy. Yes, you occasionally glanced at some girls feet at schol who just happened to wear flip-flops or other footwear as such, maybe Lakin or even Jaz, but you never took a true interest in them. You were usually took paranoid about being killed and shrinking. Too late for that little fear now though.
"Maybe My butt. I could sit atop of you...it would so simple..."She contemplated."Oh, Luke, admit it. I've noticed you, and other boys, staring at my legs and backside sometimes. Guess you can't help it, your heathen hormones and all of that male nonsense."She shrugged.
Her eyes perked up somewhat menacingly."What about...something irnoic then...?"She giggled darkly to herself, smiling a wide grin that hid it's true devilish intent underneath.
Another gulp from you at what might lay in store for you.
Mrs. Baton stood up and began to walk, and from your perch atop her fingertip, you were even more awed than usual. Her long, powerful legs took her strides that covered miles and miles, it taking you hours just to simply run the distance she took in a few steps. And so high up, you could..appreciate the landscape more. The walls and furniture that passsed byy in a blur were landscapes by their own right as well in comparison to Mrs. Baxton. You didn't even want to try and begin comprehending how large the entire home, let alone the world outside, was to you. Probably all of existance or even bigger.
With your mind reeling from that thought, you tried to focus and see where this giantess was taking you. Into a room of white and cold, the kitchen. You scanned the place, nothing really out of the ordinary. A fridge, stove, oven, counters and all of the norm of a kitchen. It wwas only what Mrs. Baxton did next ws what made it strange, and even deadly for yourself.
She...
"It's...it's just....silly."You replied, still chuckling slightly."I mean...do I....annoy you that much? I think that a year of torturing me...and this,"You pointed at yourself, referring to your new microscopic height."Makes up for that one prank I tried to pull on you."
"No, it doesn't. You are a brat."She stated as if it was a fact rather than her own opinion."And you deserve this."
More chuckling from you. In hindshight, your mocking of a giantess a million times your own size didn't seem like a good idea, but you couldn't just let the chance slip through your miniscule fingers."This is....pretty petty of you."
"It is NOT petty."She thundered, emphasizing on the last word with a stomp of her foot, adding more thunderous and booming effects to back up her words.
She huffed, obviously done arguing with you."I am going to play my own....'prank' on you, Luke, and there's nothing you can do about it."Her words now mischivous, her eye revealing the glint of amusement from earlier."I mean, you're a speck....a speck of a speck....and I'm everything to you right now. A Goddess."Mrs. Baxton laughed her own laugh afterwards, as if at a funny joke, making yours sound so small.
You...were not expecting such words from her. Mrs. Baxton did come as a bitch at times, a sadistic, manipulating dictator rather than a teacher over her students, but you would never concieve the thought of her declaring herself as such. Well, absolute power corrupts absoutely, and right now, she was right. She held all the power over you, your very being literally at the tip of her fingers. You gulped and tried not to think of how she might abuse this power that controlled you.
"Now, give me a moment...I must think of something appropriate for one such as yourself..."She sad, tapping her forehead with her free hand, the taps generating echoes of booms that swept through the air around you, shaking you and the particles of dust, disturbing them and sending them flying in multiple directions.
"Well, I could always send you back down there to my toes...you seemed to like them a lot, little Luke..."She laughed once again, and you couldn't help but pull a 'BLECK' face.
You weren't exactly a...'foot' guy. Yes, you occasionally glanced at some girls feet at schol who just happened to wear flip-flops or other footwear as such, maybe Lakin or even Jaz, but you never took a true interest in them. You were usually took paranoid about being killed and shrinking. Too late for that little fear now though.
"Maybe My butt. I could sit atop of you...it would so simple..."She contemplated."Oh, Luke, admit it. I've noticed you, and other boys, staring at my legs and backside sometimes. Guess you can't help it, your heathen hormones and all of that male nonsense."She shrugged.
Her eyes perked up somewhat menacingly."What about...something irnoic then...?"She giggled darkly to herself, smiling a wide grin that hid it's true devilish intent underneath.
Another gulp from you at what might lay in store for you.
Mrs. Baton stood up and began to walk, and from your perch atop her fingertip, you were even more awed than usual. Her long, powerful legs took her strides that covered miles and miles, it taking you hours just to simply run the distance she took in a few steps. And so high up, you could..appreciate the landscape more. The walls and furniture that passsed byy in a blur were landscapes by their own right as well in comparison to Mrs. Baxton. You didn't even want to try and begin comprehending how large the entire home, let alone the world outside, was to you. Probably all of existance or even bigger.
With your mind reeling from that thought, you tried to focus and see where this giantess was taking you. Into a room of white and cold, the kitchen. You scanned the place, nothing really out of the ordinary. A fridge, stove, oven, counters and all of the norm of a kitchen. It wwas only what Mrs. Baxton did next ws what made it strange, and even deadly for yourself.
She...
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