Miss Hilda's Class
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 6
by
copier
· original author:
phantomstriker
Miss Hilda’s inquisitive look, quickly faded, replaced by a bemused smile and a roll of her eyes. Whatever small kernel of curiosity she’d felt at Maddie’s emotional plea was squashed within her by common sense and reason. There was no scientifically possible way in which a one-foot tall squishy person could ever exist. Maddie was clearly playing an elaborate prank, though Hilda had to admit, she was a gifted actress.
Shrugging her shoulders, Hilda walked over to a sling bag she kept near the front door, zipped it open, and slammed your squishy body inside. Instantly, you slipped under a few books and other knickknacks in the bag, the heavy weights pressing you down and ensuring your reformation was impossible. You tried twitching and squirming, but to no avail. Worse, your head was pinned under a thick textbook, keeping your mouth squashed flat.
Hilda zipped her bag back up and sighed, glancing out the window. Maddie was still fruitlessly pacing back and forth, and Miss Hilda almost thought she saw tears spring to the girl’s eyes. A twang of guilt pierced her frozen heart, but Hilda shook it off, content in believing she was in the right holding onto the Smalls girl’s weird doll. She’d given her plenty of warning, and this was only fair recompense.
Miss Hilda made sure to position the bag in a way in which she’d remember it the next morning, as she planned to take it to school the next day. Hilda taught Math and Science, and was already wondering if there were any unique ways to test and experiment with the odd gummy-like doll’s special properties. Her intellectual side was thrilled at the prospect, and she hoped her students shared her enthusiasm.
Strolling over to her comfortable fireplace recliner, Hilda settled in for the evening. She’d heated up a scrumptious casserole dinner earlier, so she flicked the TV to an ambient music channel and lost herself in an enjoyable book. Hours passed by in relaxing peace and quiet. The front door rang three times, and her house phone buzzed twice, but Hilda didn’t spare any thought to Maddie’s desperate attempts to contact her.
Meanwhile, Maddie was simultaneously doing everything she could to rescue you, and also doomed you to your fate. She knocked and rang at the front door, looked up Hilda’s number in an old phonebook and called her, and contemplated sneaking in through an open window or unlocked door, before being dismayed by Hilda’s state-of-the-art security system installed all over her house.
The crucial thing that Maddie did NOT do was run back over to her house and tell Cassie about what had happened. She didn’t even tell Kimberly or Sophie. She was wracked with guilt and embarrassment, and could already picture Cassie snapping and screaming at her. Instead, as night fell, she put on her best performance as an excited sister and managed to successfully distract Cassie from thinking about you by talking and watching a movie. She promised herself to continue trying to save you first thing in the morning.
Double meanwhile, you could do nothing but waste away in Miss Hilda’s bag, impatiently waiting for her to return for you. Trapped under books in the bag’s tight confines, you couldn’t move or reform from your crumpled-up shape. Night came and went, and eventually you were able to find a bit of sleep, as uncomfortable as it was. All told, it was over twelve hours in Miss Hilda’s bag, before morning came.
In the morning, Miss Hilda awoke bright and early, freshened up in the bathroom, helped herself to some wake-up coffee, and dressed in her typical outfit. Her outfit consisted of a modest white blouse and black skirt, topped off by her trademark scientist’s overcoat. Of course, her blouse and skirt could only be so modest taking her beauty into consideration, as her top strained to hold her chest in, and her skirt’s seams stretched taut around her derriere.
Strolling downstairs, Hilda enjoyed a quiet breakfast with some juice and a bagel, then slipped into her heels and approached the front door. Smirking a bit upon seeing her sling bag, she was reminded of the squishy doll inside, and the plans she had in store for it. She gathered up her belongings, sliding the bag over her shoulder, and walked outside to her car.
You could feel yourself jostled around inside the bag as Hilda moved to her car, but you weren’t shaken enough to escape being pinned by the books holding you flat. All you could do was listen to the muffled sounds of her humming, and the engine of her car starting. You could feel the rumbling vibrations of her car pulling away from the driveway and down the road, off towards the direction of the high school.
Lying in her bed back at the Smalls house, Maddie shifted. She was deeply asleep, and the low rumble of a car engine stirred her slightly. The brown-haired girl groaned quietly, turned over, and buried her head in her pillow. The annoying sound soon faded, and Maddie sleepily grinned, falling into her deep, uninterrupted slumber again. Any conceivable thought of you was the farthest thing from her mind.
Making it to the high school, Miss Hilda parked in the teacher’s lot and headed into the building. Her school, Carson High, was a modestly sized and reasonably advanced school consisting of a large central building, a self-contained gym, track, and pool building, and a third building for the large auditorium. In the center of the three-building complex was a pretty and relaxing garden yard, where activities were frequently held.
For some reason that no one could really explain, the student body was almost entirely female, to a staggering degree. This had the side effect of making any male presence a huge deal, and Miss Hilda had witnessed firsthand the torrent of pent-up feminine desires being unleashed. Perhaps that was why males were so scarce on the campus, but none could say. Hilda almost had small shred of sympathy for a man who found himself here. Most of the staff were females too.
She had no qualms with her fully female students though. They were attentive, thoughtful, invested in the classwork, and enjoyable to be around. As she lugged her belongings up to the third floor of the main building, Miss Hilda shoved open her class door and turned on the lights, eagerly awaiting her student’s arrival so she could show them the odd doll…thing…she’d been so graciously gifted by Maddie Smalls.
For the first time in what seemed like forever, you were released from your confines in the bag as Hilda dumped out her books onto her front desk. You were a crumpled lump at this point, but happy to be free to reform once more. That happiness faded in an instant though, as Hilda grabbed you up and absentmindedly toyed with you in one hand while she straightened her desk space, using you like a stretchy stress toy.
Some more time passed, and students began milling into the room. Miss Hilda greeted each one with a curt “good morning”, but her eyes betrayed her sense of excitement. The students, in turn, waved happily and answered her back, even the more sullen and quiet students. Girls of all types poured into the room: outgoing and extroverted, studious and introverted, flirty, goths, pranksters, and everything in between. All told, twenty teenaged girls comprised Miss Hilda’s class.
The bell rung, and Hilda shut her classroom door. She tapped the whiteboard behind her to command attention, and then cleared her throat. Twenty sets of eyes looked at her expectantly, more than a few drifting to the odd tan lump in her hand.
“Good morning students.” Miss Hilda addressed the class. “I’ve got something exciting today, so I won’t delay any longer.” Unceremoniously, she dropped you from her hand onto the desk, letting you rest in a misshapen blob. You wasted no time beginning to reform.
A wide-eyed girl in the front of the class titled her head. “What is that, Miss Hilda?” She inquired.
“That’s what is so exciting. I’ve no idea!” Miss Hilda’s eyes lit up. “I…found it…just yesterday. It’s a strange, squishy substance that forms into a doll when allowed to rest. Observe.”
Girls leaned forward in their seats, craning their necks to get a better view of you as your body’s natural processes kicked in, reinflating your crushed limbs and chest. As you popped back into your normal shape, gasps and small laughs echoed around the room. Your cheeks flared up at the humiliation of being presented as something to marvel at, but as soon as your face reformed, you could cry out and clear up this whole mess. Hopefully.
Trouble was, right before your head finished reforming, Miss Hilda grabbed your body to hold you in place, palm clenching around your head and keeping it flat, unable to talk. Your limbs were still free though, so you thrashed against her grip on you.
Another girl shrieked. “Why is the doll moving?!?”
Miss Hilda clicked her tongue. “It’s another odd property of the gummy-like substance. It reacts to touch in strange ways.” Her scientifically focused brain rationalized each and every little thing you did to a maddening degree. Though still pinned in her grasp, you had no doubt that even if you leapt to your feet and screamed at her that you were a real person, she’d find some way to still rationalize you as a doll.
A third girl’s eyes gleamed as she beheld you. “So, what can it do?”
Miss Hilda met the girl’s eager stare. “I’m glad you asked. In theory, its squishiness should work in reverse. As in, it should be quite stretchy. Shall we see just how much it can stress and squash?” Hilda proposed, and a chorus of “yes” and “yeah” responded to her.
Your struggles ceased upon hearing twenty teenage girls loudly declare their malicious, if also naïve and innocent, intentions for you. Your blood ran cold, and you paled. What on earth were you about to be subjected to?
Shrugging her shoulders, Hilda walked over to a sling bag she kept near the front door, zipped it open, and slammed your squishy body inside. Instantly, you slipped under a few books and other knickknacks in the bag, the heavy weights pressing you down and ensuring your reformation was impossible. You tried twitching and squirming, but to no avail. Worse, your head was pinned under a thick textbook, keeping your mouth squashed flat.
Hilda zipped her bag back up and sighed, glancing out the window. Maddie was still fruitlessly pacing back and forth, and Miss Hilda almost thought she saw tears spring to the girl’s eyes. A twang of guilt pierced her frozen heart, but Hilda shook it off, content in believing she was in the right holding onto the Smalls girl’s weird doll. She’d given her plenty of warning, and this was only fair recompense.
Miss Hilda made sure to position the bag in a way in which she’d remember it the next morning, as she planned to take it to school the next day. Hilda taught Math and Science, and was already wondering if there were any unique ways to test and experiment with the odd gummy-like doll’s special properties. Her intellectual side was thrilled at the prospect, and she hoped her students shared her enthusiasm.
Strolling over to her comfortable fireplace recliner, Hilda settled in for the evening. She’d heated up a scrumptious casserole dinner earlier, so she flicked the TV to an ambient music channel and lost herself in an enjoyable book. Hours passed by in relaxing peace and quiet. The front door rang three times, and her house phone buzzed twice, but Hilda didn’t spare any thought to Maddie’s desperate attempts to contact her.
Meanwhile, Maddie was simultaneously doing everything she could to rescue you, and also doomed you to your fate. She knocked and rang at the front door, looked up Hilda’s number in an old phonebook and called her, and contemplated sneaking in through an open window or unlocked door, before being dismayed by Hilda’s state-of-the-art security system installed all over her house.
The crucial thing that Maddie did NOT do was run back over to her house and tell Cassie about what had happened. She didn’t even tell Kimberly or Sophie. She was wracked with guilt and embarrassment, and could already picture Cassie snapping and screaming at her. Instead, as night fell, she put on her best performance as an excited sister and managed to successfully distract Cassie from thinking about you by talking and watching a movie. She promised herself to continue trying to save you first thing in the morning.
Double meanwhile, you could do nothing but waste away in Miss Hilda’s bag, impatiently waiting for her to return for you. Trapped under books in the bag’s tight confines, you couldn’t move or reform from your crumpled-up shape. Night came and went, and eventually you were able to find a bit of sleep, as uncomfortable as it was. All told, it was over twelve hours in Miss Hilda’s bag, before morning came.
In the morning, Miss Hilda awoke bright and early, freshened up in the bathroom, helped herself to some wake-up coffee, and dressed in her typical outfit. Her outfit consisted of a modest white blouse and black skirt, topped off by her trademark scientist’s overcoat. Of course, her blouse and skirt could only be so modest taking her beauty into consideration, as her top strained to hold her chest in, and her skirt’s seams stretched taut around her derriere.
Strolling downstairs, Hilda enjoyed a quiet breakfast with some juice and a bagel, then slipped into her heels and approached the front door. Smirking a bit upon seeing her sling bag, she was reminded of the squishy doll inside, and the plans she had in store for it. She gathered up her belongings, sliding the bag over her shoulder, and walked outside to her car.
You could feel yourself jostled around inside the bag as Hilda moved to her car, but you weren’t shaken enough to escape being pinned by the books holding you flat. All you could do was listen to the muffled sounds of her humming, and the engine of her car starting. You could feel the rumbling vibrations of her car pulling away from the driveway and down the road, off towards the direction of the high school.
Lying in her bed back at the Smalls house, Maddie shifted. She was deeply asleep, and the low rumble of a car engine stirred her slightly. The brown-haired girl groaned quietly, turned over, and buried her head in her pillow. The annoying sound soon faded, and Maddie sleepily grinned, falling into her deep, uninterrupted slumber again. Any conceivable thought of you was the farthest thing from her mind.
Making it to the high school, Miss Hilda parked in the teacher’s lot and headed into the building. Her school, Carson High, was a modestly sized and reasonably advanced school consisting of a large central building, a self-contained gym, track, and pool building, and a third building for the large auditorium. In the center of the three-building complex was a pretty and relaxing garden yard, where activities were frequently held.
For some reason that no one could really explain, the student body was almost entirely female, to a staggering degree. This had the side effect of making any male presence a huge deal, and Miss Hilda had witnessed firsthand the torrent of pent-up feminine desires being unleashed. Perhaps that was why males were so scarce on the campus, but none could say. Hilda almost had small shred of sympathy for a man who found himself here. Most of the staff were females too.
She had no qualms with her fully female students though. They were attentive, thoughtful, invested in the classwork, and enjoyable to be around. As she lugged her belongings up to the third floor of the main building, Miss Hilda shoved open her class door and turned on the lights, eagerly awaiting her student’s arrival so she could show them the odd doll…thing…she’d been so graciously gifted by Maddie Smalls.
For the first time in what seemed like forever, you were released from your confines in the bag as Hilda dumped out her books onto her front desk. You were a crumpled lump at this point, but happy to be free to reform once more. That happiness faded in an instant though, as Hilda grabbed you up and absentmindedly toyed with you in one hand while she straightened her desk space, using you like a stretchy stress toy.
Some more time passed, and students began milling into the room. Miss Hilda greeted each one with a curt “good morning”, but her eyes betrayed her sense of excitement. The students, in turn, waved happily and answered her back, even the more sullen and quiet students. Girls of all types poured into the room: outgoing and extroverted, studious and introverted, flirty, goths, pranksters, and everything in between. All told, twenty teenaged girls comprised Miss Hilda’s class.
The bell rung, and Hilda shut her classroom door. She tapped the whiteboard behind her to command attention, and then cleared her throat. Twenty sets of eyes looked at her expectantly, more than a few drifting to the odd tan lump in her hand.
“Good morning students.” Miss Hilda addressed the class. “I’ve got something exciting today, so I won’t delay any longer.” Unceremoniously, she dropped you from her hand onto the desk, letting you rest in a misshapen blob. You wasted no time beginning to reform.
A wide-eyed girl in the front of the class titled her head. “What is that, Miss Hilda?” She inquired.
“That’s what is so exciting. I’ve no idea!” Miss Hilda’s eyes lit up. “I…found it…just yesterday. It’s a strange, squishy substance that forms into a doll when allowed to rest. Observe.”
Girls leaned forward in their seats, craning their necks to get a better view of you as your body’s natural processes kicked in, reinflating your crushed limbs and chest. As you popped back into your normal shape, gasps and small laughs echoed around the room. Your cheeks flared up at the humiliation of being presented as something to marvel at, but as soon as your face reformed, you could cry out and clear up this whole mess. Hopefully.
Trouble was, right before your head finished reforming, Miss Hilda grabbed your body to hold you in place, palm clenching around your head and keeping it flat, unable to talk. Your limbs were still free though, so you thrashed against her grip on you.
Another girl shrieked. “Why is the doll moving?!?”
Miss Hilda clicked her tongue. “It’s another odd property of the gummy-like substance. It reacts to touch in strange ways.” Her scientifically focused brain rationalized each and every little thing you did to a maddening degree. Though still pinned in her grasp, you had no doubt that even if you leapt to your feet and screamed at her that you were a real person, she’d find some way to still rationalize you as a doll.
A third girl’s eyes gleamed as she beheld you. “So, what can it do?”
Miss Hilda met the girl’s eager stare. “I’m glad you asked. In theory, its squishiness should work in reverse. As in, it should be quite stretchy. Shall we see just how much it can stress and squash?” Hilda proposed, and a chorus of “yes” and “yeah” responded to her.
Your struggles ceased upon hearing twenty teenage girls loudly declare their malicious, if also naïve and innocent, intentions for you. Your blood ran cold, and you paled. What on earth were you about to be subjected to?
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