One-Sided Prank War
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 10
by
Bobob1
“Alright well, did you ever attempt to get Tracy back for these pranks?” Quinn asked with interest. “I sure hope you didn’t just take it all without fighting back.” The black-haired giantess paused for a moment. “Let me rephrase that. Makes me sound like I love violence. I just mean…did you ever try to give her a taste of her own medicine?”
You nodded without hesitation. “Oh sure, tons of times.” Quinn’s eyebrows raised at that, and you hastily backtracked. “I-I mean, I was young, and she was young. Of course we weren’t mature enough to hold back. So yeah, I managed to prank her on several occasions.”
“Really? Can you tell me about it?”
You winced. “Sure…but the stories really aren’t much different from what I’ve already talked about. See, even if I could get the drop on Tracy, figuratively speaking, it would never last long. Tracy was a cruel genius when it came to tormenting me, and it’d take her seconds at most to turn my prank right back around against me.”
Quinn huffed a laugh. “Sounds rough dude…BUT…I am still interested, if you’re willing.”
You shrugged. “Why not? This is fun, to let all this out. Here’s a story I just remembered…”
(FLASHBACK BEGIN)
You were in seventh grade, and Tracy was in sixth grade (making you 12 and Tracy 11). The two of you attended Templeton Secondary School, which was a massive and sprawling school complex that comprised both middle and high schools into one giant building. This meant that students from sixth grade to twelfth grade all stayed under one roof.
Tracy had made a promise to you the night before. Right as you were going to head to sleep, Tracy snuck into your room and explained that the chairs in her first period class had recently been replaced by uncomfortable plastic seats. Tracy promised she’d steal you and use you as a squishy seat covering all day so that she’d be more comfy.
Because of that, a very Tracy-like idea popped into your mind, and you set to work. Sneaking into your mother’s room, you managed to steal a tiny little sewing needle, only about half an inch long. You then hid the needle in your backpack, and went back to bed. Tracy was insistent on using you as a cushy seat, you’d give her a stabby little surprise in return.
In the morning, Tracy put on a good show of taking you carefully to school in front of your mom. She even refrained from squishing you all the way through the bus ride to Templeton, and carried you dutifully to the hallway juncture where she would normally set you down. However, owing to her promise, Tracy instead clenched her fist around you and skipped off to her first-period.
Once in the classroom, Tracy said good morning to her homeroom teacher, Miss Carlisle. Miss Carlisle, a peppy thirty-year old woman, was known throughout Templeton for her compassion, tough-but-fair discipline, and alluring good looks. Though she dressed in modest skirts and blouses, Miss Carlisle’s pronounced curves were still accentuated, and it was clear that she was oblivious to how many stares she drew from male and female students alike.
Class was about to begin, so Tracy scurried over to her seat as Miss Carlisle rose from her desk to close the door. Making sure no one was looking, Tracy sneered at you and then dropped you from where she held you onto her chair. The height of the fall squished you a fair bit, and you fumbled to pull the needle from your backpack.
You yanked the needle from your backpack and thrust it up into the air, grinning as you saw Tracy had already turned her back to you. As her petite frame descended down onto you, you were filled with a sense of victory that you hadn’t felt in a long time. Even as Tracy’s butt made contact and crushed you flat, you were still happy.
Instantaneously, Tracy let out a yelp and bolted upright, launching out of her seat. As she did so, she banged her knee onto her desk, spilling her papers onto the floor. On top of that, Miss Carlisle had been in the middle of speaking, and her speech was interrupted by Tracy’s outburst. All eyes in the room turned on her, and her face flushed as red as a ripe tomato.
Miss Carlisle quirked her mouth. “Tracy? Some reason for crying out, dear?”
Your sister hunched her shoulders inward, the perfect picture of ashamed embarrassment. “I-I sat on something…I think.” She replied, her voice small and wavering.
Clearly sympathetic, Miss Carlisle offered her a gentle smile. “It’s fine, sweetheart. Just don’t interrupt again, okay?”
“Y-yes Miss Carlisle.” Tracy stammered, and a few students around her chuckled. Wishing she could curl up and cry, Tracy finally looked down to see what she’d ended up sitting on, and spotted a tan glob and a miniscule needle. Though initially confused, she finally recognized what she was looking at.
You’d never forget the expression she made at that moment, a look of such primal fury and promise of revenge that your cocky victory drained up into paralyzing fear in an instant. Your blood ran even colder as Tracy’s mouth curled into a sadistic smile, and you could see the gears of cruelty turning in her head. It was obvious you’d screwed up in trying to one-up her at her own game.
Still too crushed to move, you were helpless as Tracy scooped you and the needle up into her hand. Without any other student seeing what she’d done, Tracy slipped you into her tight jean pocket, keeping you flat and secure. She then settled into her seat, willed her embarrassment to go away, and allowed the rest of the class to pass like normal.
She sprung her revenge on you when the period ended. After this many weeks of school, Tracy had Miss Carlisle’s daily routine memorized. After first period, Miss Carlisle always went to the bathroom before returning to teach second period. On top of that, Tracy had her as a teacher for two periods in a row. This allowed her the perfect opportunity.
Miss Carlisle and the other students left the room, and when the coast was clear, Tracy dashed up to her teacher’s desk and around to the plush comfy chair Miss Carlisle had to herself. Retrieving you from her pocket, she slapped you down onto the chair’s cushion, facing up, and then stuck the needle into your mangled hands, forcing you to hold it straight up. Tracy’s intent for you became clear all together, and you fought madly to wiggle and squirm free, but to no avail.
Your demonic sister merely blew you a mock kiss and then strolled away, at the same moment Miss Carlisle returned from the bathroom. Sparing a smile at Tracy, the giantess teacher was looking anywhere but down at her chair, and soon she was standing right above you. Your twelve-year-old brain was momentarily overwhelmed by peering up your curvy teacher’s skirt, but as she began to sit, you went straight back to panic.
Miss Carlisle plopped into her seat, the needle did its job, and she hopped right back up with a startled yelp. Glancing down at her chair, she frowned in confusion at the mushed blob and tiny needle.
Sensing her chance, Tracy piped up. “Oh no! Miss Carlisle! Did he get you too?” She asked with feigned concern.
The teacher frowned, looked at Tracy, then back at you. Recognition shown in her eyes. “Hunter Woods? Is that you?” She flicked the needle aside, then put her hands on her hips. “Young man! I can’t believe you!”
Your sister fought her smile down. “It was him who pricked me earlier. I didn’t say anything, because I know that he can just be a troublemaker from time to time. But now that he’s done it twice…”
“He definitely needs discipline.” Miss Carlisle nodded sagely, and Tracy filled with glee. “Now, young man, I understand kids will be kids, but pricking your teacher with a needle cannot go unpunished. One needs to learn their lesson and act more mature, whether they are tiny or not.”
Intensely curious, but trying not to be conspicuous, Tracy spoke up tentatively. “What are you going to do to him?”
Miss Carlisle winked at Tracy. “Well, he’s already on my chair. I figure staying there for a class period is punishment enough.” She braced herself. “Of course, it is still MY chair too, so…”
Without another word, Miss Carlisle sat again, and her prodigious posterior slammed onto your tiny body, decimating you. With a small wiggle, the giantess teacher got a bit more comfortable, and also smeared you beneath her shapely booty. You groaned internally as your body flattened out more and more from the pressure, the heat already rising to unbearable levels.
Hardly keeping her Cheshire grin in check, Tracy slipped back to her seat, supremely satisfied that she’d put you in your place.
(FLASHBACK END)
“Yeah, that did come right back on you, didn’t it?” Quinn said with a light chuckle. You couldn’t help but also laugh.
“I didn’t think it through, that’s for sure.” You shook your head. “It didn’t even stop there, really. Thanks to some more manipulation from Tracy, Miss Carlisle totally forgot about me stuck under her butt, and stayed sitting on me all day. And the next day. And the day after that. It was day four of being pounded under her butt that she happened to spot me by chance. She apologized profusely and promised to give me an A on the upcoming test if I didn’t tell my mom about what she’d unintentionally done.”
Quinn stretched her arms and yawned. “Yeesh. Tracy was a little menace, that’s for sure. I really hope she’s improved like you say she has.”
You nodded. “Oh, she has, seriously. She’s such a great and supportive friend now. But since we’re talking about past Tracy…”
You nodded without hesitation. “Oh sure, tons of times.” Quinn’s eyebrows raised at that, and you hastily backtracked. “I-I mean, I was young, and she was young. Of course we weren’t mature enough to hold back. So yeah, I managed to prank her on several occasions.”
“Really? Can you tell me about it?”
You winced. “Sure…but the stories really aren’t much different from what I’ve already talked about. See, even if I could get the drop on Tracy, figuratively speaking, it would never last long. Tracy was a cruel genius when it came to tormenting me, and it’d take her seconds at most to turn my prank right back around against me.”
Quinn huffed a laugh. “Sounds rough dude…BUT…I am still interested, if you’re willing.”
You shrugged. “Why not? This is fun, to let all this out. Here’s a story I just remembered…”
(FLASHBACK BEGIN)
You were in seventh grade, and Tracy was in sixth grade (making you 12 and Tracy 11). The two of you attended Templeton Secondary School, which was a massive and sprawling school complex that comprised both middle and high schools into one giant building. This meant that students from sixth grade to twelfth grade all stayed under one roof.
Tracy had made a promise to you the night before. Right as you were going to head to sleep, Tracy snuck into your room and explained that the chairs in her first period class had recently been replaced by uncomfortable plastic seats. Tracy promised she’d steal you and use you as a squishy seat covering all day so that she’d be more comfy.
Because of that, a very Tracy-like idea popped into your mind, and you set to work. Sneaking into your mother’s room, you managed to steal a tiny little sewing needle, only about half an inch long. You then hid the needle in your backpack, and went back to bed. Tracy was insistent on using you as a cushy seat, you’d give her a stabby little surprise in return.
In the morning, Tracy put on a good show of taking you carefully to school in front of your mom. She even refrained from squishing you all the way through the bus ride to Templeton, and carried you dutifully to the hallway juncture where she would normally set you down. However, owing to her promise, Tracy instead clenched her fist around you and skipped off to her first-period.
Once in the classroom, Tracy said good morning to her homeroom teacher, Miss Carlisle. Miss Carlisle, a peppy thirty-year old woman, was known throughout Templeton for her compassion, tough-but-fair discipline, and alluring good looks. Though she dressed in modest skirts and blouses, Miss Carlisle’s pronounced curves were still accentuated, and it was clear that she was oblivious to how many stares she drew from male and female students alike.
Class was about to begin, so Tracy scurried over to her seat as Miss Carlisle rose from her desk to close the door. Making sure no one was looking, Tracy sneered at you and then dropped you from where she held you onto her chair. The height of the fall squished you a fair bit, and you fumbled to pull the needle from your backpack.
You yanked the needle from your backpack and thrust it up into the air, grinning as you saw Tracy had already turned her back to you. As her petite frame descended down onto you, you were filled with a sense of victory that you hadn’t felt in a long time. Even as Tracy’s butt made contact and crushed you flat, you were still happy.
Instantaneously, Tracy let out a yelp and bolted upright, launching out of her seat. As she did so, she banged her knee onto her desk, spilling her papers onto the floor. On top of that, Miss Carlisle had been in the middle of speaking, and her speech was interrupted by Tracy’s outburst. All eyes in the room turned on her, and her face flushed as red as a ripe tomato.
Miss Carlisle quirked her mouth. “Tracy? Some reason for crying out, dear?”
Your sister hunched her shoulders inward, the perfect picture of ashamed embarrassment. “I-I sat on something…I think.” She replied, her voice small and wavering.
Clearly sympathetic, Miss Carlisle offered her a gentle smile. “It’s fine, sweetheart. Just don’t interrupt again, okay?”
“Y-yes Miss Carlisle.” Tracy stammered, and a few students around her chuckled. Wishing she could curl up and cry, Tracy finally looked down to see what she’d ended up sitting on, and spotted a tan glob and a miniscule needle. Though initially confused, she finally recognized what she was looking at.
You’d never forget the expression she made at that moment, a look of such primal fury and promise of revenge that your cocky victory drained up into paralyzing fear in an instant. Your blood ran even colder as Tracy’s mouth curled into a sadistic smile, and you could see the gears of cruelty turning in her head. It was obvious you’d screwed up in trying to one-up her at her own game.
Still too crushed to move, you were helpless as Tracy scooped you and the needle up into her hand. Without any other student seeing what she’d done, Tracy slipped you into her tight jean pocket, keeping you flat and secure. She then settled into her seat, willed her embarrassment to go away, and allowed the rest of the class to pass like normal.
She sprung her revenge on you when the period ended. After this many weeks of school, Tracy had Miss Carlisle’s daily routine memorized. After first period, Miss Carlisle always went to the bathroom before returning to teach second period. On top of that, Tracy had her as a teacher for two periods in a row. This allowed her the perfect opportunity.
Miss Carlisle and the other students left the room, and when the coast was clear, Tracy dashed up to her teacher’s desk and around to the plush comfy chair Miss Carlisle had to herself. Retrieving you from her pocket, she slapped you down onto the chair’s cushion, facing up, and then stuck the needle into your mangled hands, forcing you to hold it straight up. Tracy’s intent for you became clear all together, and you fought madly to wiggle and squirm free, but to no avail.
Your demonic sister merely blew you a mock kiss and then strolled away, at the same moment Miss Carlisle returned from the bathroom. Sparing a smile at Tracy, the giantess teacher was looking anywhere but down at her chair, and soon she was standing right above you. Your twelve-year-old brain was momentarily overwhelmed by peering up your curvy teacher’s skirt, but as she began to sit, you went straight back to panic.
Miss Carlisle plopped into her seat, the needle did its job, and she hopped right back up with a startled yelp. Glancing down at her chair, she frowned in confusion at the mushed blob and tiny needle.
Sensing her chance, Tracy piped up. “Oh no! Miss Carlisle! Did he get you too?” She asked with feigned concern.
The teacher frowned, looked at Tracy, then back at you. Recognition shown in her eyes. “Hunter Woods? Is that you?” She flicked the needle aside, then put her hands on her hips. “Young man! I can’t believe you!”
Your sister fought her smile down. “It was him who pricked me earlier. I didn’t say anything, because I know that he can just be a troublemaker from time to time. But now that he’s done it twice…”
“He definitely needs discipline.” Miss Carlisle nodded sagely, and Tracy filled with glee. “Now, young man, I understand kids will be kids, but pricking your teacher with a needle cannot go unpunished. One needs to learn their lesson and act more mature, whether they are tiny or not.”
Intensely curious, but trying not to be conspicuous, Tracy spoke up tentatively. “What are you going to do to him?”
Miss Carlisle winked at Tracy. “Well, he’s already on my chair. I figure staying there for a class period is punishment enough.” She braced herself. “Of course, it is still MY chair too, so…”
Without another word, Miss Carlisle sat again, and her prodigious posterior slammed onto your tiny body, decimating you. With a small wiggle, the giantess teacher got a bit more comfortable, and also smeared you beneath her shapely booty. You groaned internally as your body flattened out more and more from the pressure, the heat already rising to unbearable levels.
Hardly keeping her Cheshire grin in check, Tracy slipped back to her seat, supremely satisfied that she’d put you in your place.
(FLASHBACK END)
“Yeah, that did come right back on you, didn’t it?” Quinn said with a light chuckle. You couldn’t help but also laugh.
“I didn’t think it through, that’s for sure.” You shook your head. “It didn’t even stop there, really. Thanks to some more manipulation from Tracy, Miss Carlisle totally forgot about me stuck under her butt, and stayed sitting on me all day. And the next day. And the day after that. It was day four of being pounded under her butt that she happened to spot me by chance. She apologized profusely and promised to give me an A on the upcoming test if I didn’t tell my mom about what she’d unintentionally done.”
Quinn stretched her arms and yawned. “Yeesh. Tracy was a little menace, that’s for sure. I really hope she’s improved like you say she has.”
You nodded. “Oh, she has, seriously. She’s such a great and supportive friend now. But since we’re talking about past Tracy…”
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April 23, 2025
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