Every Girl's Favourite Toy
Revenge of the Geek Gal
chapter 6
by
copier
· original author:
doom
Of course, Edna realised as she looked down as her now vacated flip-flop, there would be no fun in making Heather climb right now. The bully was beneath human visibility; where could one find enjoyment if one couldn't find the victim?
Carefully, she took the blue footwear in hand, peering closer with narrowed eyes. No good. And if she couldn't see the girl, she couldn't even make her bigger.
Of course, Edna wouldn't be a genius if she couldn't figure a way around such a problem!
Smiling, she placed the flip-flop back down and stepped back. Out came the ray-gun and, with a few adjusted dials, she aimed it once more.
Her flip-flop grew, eating up the space between them on the bedroom floor and overshadowing its partner quickly. It was bigger than Edna's bed by the time she could make out a scurrying, insect-like creature on its pale blue surface. The girl genius relaxed her finger on the trigger, and strode closer.
The pungent stench of her own foot odour was all about her, but rather than becoming dismayed she smiled all the more, knowing that Heather must have suffered monstrously worse over the course of the day.
Edna stopped with a foot either side of the miniscule humanoid, and folded her arms. "Hello again Heather," she said, "long time no see."
Heather, for her part, began to run again, but a single simple step put a stop to such nonsense. The shrunken girl impacted against the side of Edna's foot, and the geek giggled as she realised that she felt nothing from the speck.
"Enough resistance, Heather. You should have realised by now that there's no escape. I am your world now, your only hope for salvation. So long as you obey me."
Edna crouched, bringing herself closer, all the better to enjoy Heather's plight. "Now, you seem to have rudely run into the side of my poor foot. That hurts me personally, you little shit. How about you climb up her and beg for my forgiveness, huh?"
Heather may have been screaming something in response, but no words could cross the barrier between the size scales. Edna gave her an impatient look, and wriggled her toes a little for emphasis. It took only a few moments more before the insect-girl approached her instep and began to ascend, no doubt sinking her tiny fingers into gaps between the skin cells. The domestication of the bully was coming along marvellously!
Heather took a couple of minutes to scramble atop Edna's normally tiny foot, and from there looked upward, making what appeared to be a shrugging gesture, a 'what now' gesture. How rude.
Still, Edna had enjoyed watching the struggle. It had been an empty revenge to have an invisible foe underfoot, and her superiority was much more obvious when she could witness the terror close hand.
The ray enveloped Heather again, and the bully's squeals became aubible as she breached an inch in height, continuing to grow until she stood an impressive eleven and a half inches atop Edna's foot. In disbelief, she began patting herself down, checking that she was intact.
Now that she could see the dishevelled state of her former bully, Edna laughed loudly. Drenched in dry sweat and toe-jam, her hair a mess.
"Aw, you're such a mess, little Barbie," she cooed. "Your lovely hair is such a mess. Let me help you out with that."
Heather had barely become accustomed to her new size before Edna's thick fingers enwrapped her torso, lifting her effortlessly into space as the bigger girl swept her feet underneath her ass to sit comfortably. "What are you doing?" she wailed.
Edna cocked her head to one size. "I'm just helping make you all pretty again," she said. "We'll dry those tears and get you some clean make-up later, but for now let's see about that hair. It's like a rat's nest!"
Heather screamed as she saw what Edna held in her other hand: an immense brush, thick bristles wrapped in tatters of ginger hair from the giant's own head. She brought her fists down heavily on the fingers holding her, kicked out with her feet, but was powerless as Edna brought her to met the brush, raking across her scalp with those terrible bristles.
Small as she was, heather's hair was finer still, and she screamed and struggled all the more as her scalp was ripped raw, even Edna's stray ginger hairs coarse and repugnant as they escaped to cover her. Edna squeezed her every time she tried to resist, the breath being forced cruelly from her body at the merest flex of those titanic fingers, her organs and bones clustering closer. The slightest increase in pressure would squish or snap her precious internals.
"Hmm, perhaps we should dunk you in some shampoo, to help get those tangles out..." Edna pondered, raising the living doll to her face. The blonde hair had mainly been torn loose by her rough treatment, and the geek was looking forward to showing Heather her reflection at some point.
Then there came a knocking at her door, and she snorted in annoyance. She couldn't open it now, not with her giant flip-flop a clear giveaway. She could get her ray-gun out again if she put the brush and Heather away in a drawer somewhere, and clean up her mess while she shooed away her visitor.
"Edna! Open up!" came the voice of her brother, Ralph.
Edna pondered. Perhaps she could share this secret with one other person. As the queen of the school, icon of blonde, empty-headed feminine perfection, Heather was widely desired by the male population of the school, and by none more so than those - like Ralph - just crossing the border into puberty...
Heather did not like the slasher smile creeping across Edna's billboard face.
Carefully, she took the blue footwear in hand, peering closer with narrowed eyes. No good. And if she couldn't see the girl, she couldn't even make her bigger.
Of course, Edna wouldn't be a genius if she couldn't figure a way around such a problem!
Smiling, she placed the flip-flop back down and stepped back. Out came the ray-gun and, with a few adjusted dials, she aimed it once more.
Her flip-flop grew, eating up the space between them on the bedroom floor and overshadowing its partner quickly. It was bigger than Edna's bed by the time she could make out a scurrying, insect-like creature on its pale blue surface. The girl genius relaxed her finger on the trigger, and strode closer.
The pungent stench of her own foot odour was all about her, but rather than becoming dismayed she smiled all the more, knowing that Heather must have suffered monstrously worse over the course of the day.
Edna stopped with a foot either side of the miniscule humanoid, and folded her arms. "Hello again Heather," she said, "long time no see."
Heather, for her part, began to run again, but a single simple step put a stop to such nonsense. The shrunken girl impacted against the side of Edna's foot, and the geek giggled as she realised that she felt nothing from the speck.
"Enough resistance, Heather. You should have realised by now that there's no escape. I am your world now, your only hope for salvation. So long as you obey me."
Edna crouched, bringing herself closer, all the better to enjoy Heather's plight. "Now, you seem to have rudely run into the side of my poor foot. That hurts me personally, you little shit. How about you climb up her and beg for my forgiveness, huh?"
Heather may have been screaming something in response, but no words could cross the barrier between the size scales. Edna gave her an impatient look, and wriggled her toes a little for emphasis. It took only a few moments more before the insect-girl approached her instep and began to ascend, no doubt sinking her tiny fingers into gaps between the skin cells. The domestication of the bully was coming along marvellously!
Heather took a couple of minutes to scramble atop Edna's normally tiny foot, and from there looked upward, making what appeared to be a shrugging gesture, a 'what now' gesture. How rude.
Still, Edna had enjoyed watching the struggle. It had been an empty revenge to have an invisible foe underfoot, and her superiority was much more obvious when she could witness the terror close hand.
The ray enveloped Heather again, and the bully's squeals became aubible as she breached an inch in height, continuing to grow until she stood an impressive eleven and a half inches atop Edna's foot. In disbelief, she began patting herself down, checking that she was intact.
Now that she could see the dishevelled state of her former bully, Edna laughed loudly. Drenched in dry sweat and toe-jam, her hair a mess.
"Aw, you're such a mess, little Barbie," she cooed. "Your lovely hair is such a mess. Let me help you out with that."
Heather had barely become accustomed to her new size before Edna's thick fingers enwrapped her torso, lifting her effortlessly into space as the bigger girl swept her feet underneath her ass to sit comfortably. "What are you doing?" she wailed.
Edna cocked her head to one size. "I'm just helping make you all pretty again," she said. "We'll dry those tears and get you some clean make-up later, but for now let's see about that hair. It's like a rat's nest!"
Heather screamed as she saw what Edna held in her other hand: an immense brush, thick bristles wrapped in tatters of ginger hair from the giant's own head. She brought her fists down heavily on the fingers holding her, kicked out with her feet, but was powerless as Edna brought her to met the brush, raking across her scalp with those terrible bristles.
Small as she was, heather's hair was finer still, and she screamed and struggled all the more as her scalp was ripped raw, even Edna's stray ginger hairs coarse and repugnant as they escaped to cover her. Edna squeezed her every time she tried to resist, the breath being forced cruelly from her body at the merest flex of those titanic fingers, her organs and bones clustering closer. The slightest increase in pressure would squish or snap her precious internals.
"Hmm, perhaps we should dunk you in some shampoo, to help get those tangles out..." Edna pondered, raising the living doll to her face. The blonde hair had mainly been torn loose by her rough treatment, and the geek was looking forward to showing Heather her reflection at some point.
Then there came a knocking at her door, and she snorted in annoyance. She couldn't open it now, not with her giant flip-flop a clear giveaway. She could get her ray-gun out again if she put the brush and Heather away in a drawer somewhere, and clean up her mess while she shooed away her visitor.
"Edna! Open up!" came the voice of her brother, Ralph.
Edna pondered. Perhaps she could share this secret with one other person. As the queen of the school, icon of blonde, empty-headed feminine perfection, Heather was widely desired by the male population of the school, and by none more so than those - like Ralph - just crossing the border into puberty...
Heather did not like the slasher smile creeping across Edna's billboard face.
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