The Day’s Work 2 (Peter)
My name is Jill Tiny
chapter 17
by
copier
· original author:
bask25456
The student body at the Lilliputian school, deep inside the Tiny complex, is anxious and confused, and quite fractious as a result. It doesn't help that they are all packed into a gym designed to hold only 1/3 of the population. There's barely room to move, and no one has more than a quarter inch of personal space. The 3s in particular feel quite crowded, standing in tight knots surrounded by their more numerous 1s and 2s schoolmates. Every so often a 3, who under normal circumstances were polite and considerate of their smaller schoolmates, displaying a maturity never seen in any larger child their age, can't take it any more. The desperate 3 tries to forge a path into the seemingly more open areas. This, of course, makes the 1s and 2s quite nervous, as they start getting crowded as their classmates pull back from the 3. Tempers flare often, and the strenuous efforts of the oldest and most responsible 3s are necessary to keep order. There is an undercurrent of fear pervading every conversation. At this school, there's always a bit of that nervousness and fear, mostly in the 1s and 2s, however brave they might act. Disruption at the Lilliputian School had always meant one thing: that the Big Squirts were near.
Everyone admitted, however, that this was unusual. Never had Normal security ever intervened, they either didn't know, or didn't care what went on in this thrice-cursed area of the Complex (public opinion leaned quite heavily on the latter). But, suddenly, out of the blue, the loudspeakers had crackled to life, delivering curt, unbendable instructions: students would report to the gym, and teachers would report to the Office at the High School. No exceptions, no excuses. The teacher's had been reluctant to go, at first, but somehow the Normals had known when there were a few who stayed behind: they had barked out instructions, and the teacher's, with one last, despairing glance, had left, leaving the children to fend for themselves: to their credit, they had done remarkably well so far, the Lilliputians having had many, bitter lessons on the necessity of being quiet and still when gathered together in groups. Never-the-less, their patience was near its end. The loudspeakers hadn't allowed them to use the nearby bathrooms, and assured them that "the proper authorities" were on their way but that was all.
Suddenly, they hear rumbling, slowly growing closer to the school. The students looked at one another: they recognized Normal footsteps, of course, having heard them all the time at home. They didn't hear it much here, however. Was their some big problem that needed Normal assistance? Suddenly, the rumbling impacts stop, but then they hear a grinding, unidentifiable noise, so loud that they all start yelling and covering their ears. It goes on for a while, and soon the Tiny audience is numb. At last it stops, and they all look at each other, relieved to be able to hear again. Their relief doesn't last long. With complete and awful silence, the roof of the gym rises into the air and disappears, leaving sunlight streaming into the gym. When the students' vision returns, they see a giant figure standing there: but it wasn't one they had anticipated, but rather another they had all feared, instinctively. They all begin to scream.
Looking down into the massed crowd of 1s, 2s, and 3s, all screaming in terror, yelling "It’s one of THEM!" Jill feels a bit of disorientation. She had seen 1s and 2s, of course, and 3s attended her high-school before she was rescued, but still... It's the 1s and 2s that really do it. She hadn't seen one so close in a long, long time, and it's very strange. However, neither is it displeasing. As she had explained to Peter on the way, the ones, to her, seem like 5s, and the 2s like 10s, and this comparison produced a whole palate of emotions. The "living doll" attitude so present in Marcy suddenly seems so much more understandable. She takes a step forward, at a nudge from Peter. The Tinies below her suddenly notice him, and the screaming recommences as one voice rises above the rest:
"Oh god, it's a normal! The Normals are here to take us away and give us to THEM!" Rational thought had left them once they got a glimpse of Jill. They all start to run, heading straight for the doors. They're blocked, however, Peter having set a pebble or something on the other side. In their panic to get out, no one seems to realize it: Jill notes with concern that it looks like students are starting to get crushed. She moves decisively, heading for the double doors. The Tinies all melt out of her path with more screams. She steps quickly, but carefully, examining them as she passes through. The pack together like sardines in order to avoid her, not a 3 among the rising above mid-thigh, every one terrified into incoherence. Jill reaches the doors and plants herself in front of them. Within seconds, the space in front of the door is clear except for a few bruised and unconscious 1s. New heights of terror are voiced as Jill kneels and gathers them up, setting them on the walkway around her for safekeeping. She ignores them, looking for a way to make it obvious even to the panicking students that there was no escape in this direction. Unfortunately, while Jill could, if raised on tiptoe, see directly into the third floor windows of the Lili-school, Peter had yet to remove those floors, so she can't simply reach over the wall and grab something to block the doors.
Jill's only momentarily stymied, however. She quickly kneels and seizes the double doors, trying to open them in the wrong direction, but she’s not quite strong enough. After a moments thought, however, she reaches down and takes off her shoe. She hears a chorus of disgusted protests rise almost immediately as the wave of foot-smell rolls over the nearest Tinies. "Sorry!" She calls, and tries to be quick, delivering a hard blow to all the hinges with the heel. They rip away allowing Jill to simply take the doors off entirely. revealing a wall of cloth. Peter had apparently threaded a spare sack into the school and packed it against the double doors. It looks quite immovable. Satisfied, Jill makes a hopping turn (belatedly hoping she doesn't squish anyone) as she puts on her shoe, smiling with satisfaction. She will wait for panic, if not fear, to subside, and explain the way things were going to work to her captive audience. Well, they would've been captive, anyway, if at that very moment Peter hadn't finished unscrewing the Gym's outer wall and pulled it away!
Seeing the farthest Tinies trying to make a desperate, but ultimately fruitless escape attempt through the newly revealed orifice. Jill curses, causing a wave of nervous giggles in the younger members of the students. Improvising, Jill grabs the rails on the walkway around her, hoisting herself up as if on balance bars at the gym. They hold, although they do give a bit, and she quickly travels over the heads of the mass of Tinies in her way, landing lightly in front of the escapees, who immediately scamper back to the illusory safety of the group A moment later, Peter sets his special capture-box down, blocking the exit. Jill breathes heavily, arms crossed over her chest, and casts a grateful glance up at her master. She frowns: he's not there.
Jill waits a moment, allowing her now captive audience to realize that they're trapped, looking around at the Gym while she waits. It’s an interesting space: it runs all the way up the three stories of the school, and there's a jogging track/walkway on the second level, which also includes some sports courts so the 1s and 2s could attend Gym at least some of the time without having to “compete” with the 3s. Unfortunately, the walkway is perhaps the only truly sensible, well-thought out thing about this school. In fact, the design of the Lilliputian school, as well as its positioning in relation to another structure could well be counted as among the worst architectural disasters ever committed by humanity, including the Normals. That second structure was the Bigger Kindergarten. It was a mistake of legendary proportions, spoke of with great disgust by all the Tinies. As a result, the 1s and 2s, the “Lilliputians” of the Lilliputian school, are universally agreed to be the "poorest bastards who ever lived", as Jackie had once artfully put it. Jill agreed entirely.
The reasons for that mistake will never be known, and the stories about it are as innumerable as the stars: it was an alien conspiracy to test the Lilliputians’ resilience, it was a sick scheme thought up by Satan himself and put in place by devil-worshipping Normals, it was a government conspiracy to test the Lilliputians’ resilience, it was Karma (there's actually a fairly large movement of quasi-Hindu/Buddhist Tinies following the idea that being a Tiny was the punishment for misdeeds, the smaller the worse the Karma), it was Murphy's Law at work, it was the work of a league of a mad Child-Development researchers... The rumor Jill subscribed to seemed to be the most likely. She blamed an unknown, but undoubtedly lazy, smelly, ugly and fat Normal designer of the complex. As the plans were being completed, said designer had left the placement of the two Kindergartens(Smaller, 1-4, and Bigger, 6-10- 5s skip Kindergarten) till the end. He had been left with two spaces, one next to the High School, and one next to the Lilliputian School (the latter was his fault to). The Bigger Kindergarten’s dimensions wouldn't fit in the proposed space, so instead of sensibly tweaking the buildings a bit to make room, he had instead plopped it down right next to the Lilliputian school, figuring that High School students would never both kindergarteners, whatever their size. He was right on that, of course, Jill's classmates avoided their Kindergarten like the plague. What he hadn't realized was that the Bigger Kindergarteners would not be so considerate of the Lilliputians.
Jill has heard (and undoubtedly lived through, though her memory was very patchy) many stories of the unfortunate fates of Lilliputians, and very occasionally 3s, snatched up by giggling Bigger Kindergarteners, or “Big Squirts” as the Lilliputians named them in a show of false bravado. They’re than played with in any manner of humiliating, disgusting, uncomfortable, and even painful ways. The "dolly" concept really did the Lilliputians in. It was very strange that anyone had thought it would be a good idea to give Tinies dolls for toys. Nevertheless, The list of toys available does include them. As a result. the Big Squirts quickly absorb a "toy" assumption for when they are confronted with humans that size in relation to themselves, even if they do squirm and yell. Kindergarteners are simply too young to have any sense of irony whatsoever, and only a very limited sense of Empathy. Even with Normals for parents, they simply can’t relate to Lilliputians or 3s as people trapped in the same, miserable predicament as they were. To exacerbate matters is the way the path to the Lili-school (it was just natural to attach a diminutive to the name) and the design of the Kindergarten combine to form a perfect place for a roaming Squirt to snatch a new toy.
The path is sunken and twisted, probably in some half hearted effort to "hide" the Lilliputians once the mistake was set into stone (actually, concrete). In reality, it simply serves to trap them and leave them no possibility to evade being a toy for the day (or longer). The walls are high enough that they can be climbed only with great difficulty by a 3 and not at all by a Lilliputian. The Squirts, on the other hand, never have a problem, because of the peculiar nature of Tiny development. Tinies grow to 95% of their eventual size by the age of 4, so while there is a height difference between an adult and a tiny of the same inch-class, it is basically cosmetic. It certainly is no help to the helpless Lilliputians snatched from the path every day by eager young 6-10s, whose arms easily reach all the way into the path in order to grab cowering, screaming toys.
Since the Kindergarten is also situated on a small rise above the Lilliputian school and the path, it meant that the idea of it hiding Lilliputians is ridiculous: any Big Squirt can easily see down into the path for its whole length with almost an eagle’s perspective. Furthermore, The Kindergarten was designed to allow the Kindergarteners to be outside: they can’t go anywhere, reasoned the same unknown designer, and are perfectly safe inside the complex. Once more, it was a failure to take into account that others weren’t safe from them, making the common Normal mistake of equating age with security The building was therefore made so that the large, central playroom is still too small for a class of restless Squirts, with enormous glass doors overlooking the selfsame path running the whole length of the building, each one a vantage point for innumerable Squirts.
Besides the Normals’ flawed design, there is the Lilliputian rebellion and foolishness within the school itself to aid the Squirts in their hunt for toys. Lilliputians sometimes cut class and head outside, despite the danger, for the privacy they lack inside as a result of extreme crowding. Thinking back, Jill has a hazy memory from her own Kindergarten days, of a pair of 1s, boy and girl, who ventured outside on a tryst for some sweet kissing privacy. She remembers looming over them and watching them cling to one another below her, with her giggling uncontrollably at her find, and then reaching forward to claim her screaming prizes for her own... Jill shakes the memory away. Still, even without it, she’s heard plenty of stories. The one redeeming thing about the Bigger Kindergarten was that its small staff of 8-10s was contentious and concerned, keeping a sharp watch and returning the Lilliputians whenever possible, letting them have discreet washes, helping them find their own clothes... but it was a small staff, and they couldn't be everywhere. Besides, the Squirts quickly grew adept at hiding their prizes. Jill had heard many, many stories, Lilliputians (3s were sometimes snatched, but were far more difficult to hide) being kept and played with all day before being discovered, being discovered in the toy box after class, not being discovered in the toy box after class and spending the night locked inside (to be played with once more the next day, obviously). Even worse, there were others who were smuggled home and kept for days, or even weeks and, these stories were whispered with the gravest concern and pity, there’s the occasional, grim story of a complete disappearance.
The teachers have to teach as well as look out for Lilliputians, which leaves little of their attention to spare for those who are not, after all, their responsibility. Oh, they confiscate any Lilliputian they see, they give cursory inspections before letting the Squirts leave, and they check the toy box daily, but they are busy people If the teacher doesn’t find the Tiny themselves, they had to rely on a hue-and-cry from their parents in order to piece together an idea of when they were taken and where, and the likely culprits so a more thorough search and interrogation can be performed. For this hue-and-cry to take place, however, the parent has to care about the child. The best ones call to make sure their Lilliputian got to school, or they are home to see that their child isn’t on time, or they take calls to hear that their child was absent. Unfortunately, this is not as large a number as it should be (100%). As size decreases, there is an exponential growth in the average apathy and disinterest on the part of parents, which means that often only good fortune will get many Lilliputians taken by a clever Squirt returned within a day.
This apathy, besides letting the Squirts get away with murder (well, not really, just kidnapping and entrapment) was also transferred to the Lilliputians, with many unfortunate results. In addition to often becoming the toys of giant, giggling 5-year olds, there’s their own school to consider. The Lilliputian school is an elementary for 1-3s, but it’s also a middle and high school for the Lilliputians. The 3s went on to their own middle school with the 4s and 5s before finally entering the High School, which was 3-10, but the Lilliputians remain perpetually stuck in their own elementary school. Even worse was that, due to the large number of Lilliputians (1/4of all Tinies, another quarter was 10s, a further quarter 7-9s and the last divided among 3-6s), there wasn't enough space. Oh, on paper there was enough space, since the lower floor, designed for 3s, could easily accommodate great numbers of Lilliputians. This was fine for when they were in elementary school, but the second and third floors for the Lilliputian “upperclassmen” only are far smaller, with much less class space, and fewer teachers besides. Lilliputians all the way up to 12th grade often find themselves arbitrarily and humiliatingly placed among the 1st graders, being taught their ABCs by a domineering 3 who doesn’t want to hear about how unfair it all is. It was small wonder that many Lilliputians, particularly the older ones, arrive late, cut class or leave early. Unfortunately for them, since the Kindergarten opens after the Lilliputian school (if it opened at the same time, things would just be completely insane), this makes them the prime targets for Squirts on the hunt for a good toy or two.
All in all, it’s a long and humiliating life for quite a few: parents who often don’t care, resulting in long absences from school due to capture and keeping by clever, but still silly and above all young 6-10s, meaning that they would fail their tests and get sent back to first grade classes (priority was always given to "hard workers" in the much sought after age-appropriate classes), a truly vicious cycle which in the end only benefited the Squirts.
Jill had told Peter all this on their walk to the school. She had been full of energy, but he had dragged his feet and worn an expression that Jill liked not at all. Seeing her waiting with a worried expression, he had tried to make the effort to reassure her:
“So, we’re off to capture more of you Tinies, eh?” He’d said, incredibly feebly. Jill, disturbed by a growing pattern she saw in Peter to use “capture” instead of “rescue”, had launched into a passionate description of the Lilliputians’ plight while he listened gravely.
“So that’s why this part of our job so clearly demonstrates that we’re performing a ‘rescue’. If there's anything good to say about Chloe, it's that she's keeping the different sizes of us Tinies carefully separated. We are performing a rescue!” She’d stated firmly at the end.
“Are we, though?” Peter had mused, more to himself than Jill, but she’d responded anyways:
“OF course this is a rescue! They’re regularly caught and used as toys by 5-year olds for fucks sake!” Latent shame over her own treatment of the couple she’d caught, and who knows how many others (she suppressed the dim memories firmly) had made her quite high-strung. Peter just said:
“I wish you wouldn’t swear. I hate it when people swear.” All in all, it had been a very frustrating conversation.
Returning to the present (although the past, obviously, has quite an effect on the current situation, considering that Jill’s a 10), Jill feels that the time is right to start the true rescue. She's suddenly quite glad that she's doesn't have to deal with the Squirts: Richard and Alexandra had announced very firmly that they were taking the Kindergartens back at the planning session. She wonders where to begin with her own bunch of rescues: they are all quite now, but it was a terrified silence, clearly susceptible to instant panic at any movement from her. She gives a tiny little sigh, than notices a flash of movement out of the corner of her eye, Jill turns and comes knee-to-face with the cutest boy she's ever seen, bar none. His soft blond hair, mussed in an adorable disarray that makes Jill itch for her comb, falls over perfect baby blue eyes: his overlarge clothes help give him the innocent, bewildered air of a very young boy, despite the fact that he's obviously relatively old. Jill's heart melts just looking at him.
Surprisingly enough, the adorable little 3 is standing in a corner formed by the capture box and the gym wall, clearly an attempted escapee. He's shielding with his body a gaggle of Lilliputians, hoping to protect them from the trepidations of a hated Squirt. His lip trembles furiously when she turns to confront him, but he courageously stands his ground:
"You stay away from them!" He yells as she walks over and squats down, the eyes of every Tiny in the audience fixed on her.
"My, you're a brave one, aren't you?" She asks, feeling curiously light headed and giddy. On Impulse, she reaches out and grabs him under the armpits. He cries out and beats uselessly against her arms. As she rises to her full height with him struggling at the end of her arms, the Lilliputians and 3s all give a gasp: the ones he was protecting start to wail, yell or scream. She ignores them all. Seeing him up close like this, Jill can tell that, whatever the size of his clothes, he's well advanced in years for a 3 at the Lilliputian school: certainly he's 12 and in 6th grade, maybe even 13. She beams at him as he grows tired from his useless struggling and somewhat nervous as he realizes how far he'll fall if he manages to break loose:
"So my Gallant little Warrior, what's your name." Phil subsides a bit, realizing that clearly, this girl is not a Squirt, whatever else she might be, and noticing for the first time that she is, quite obviously, a girl. He blushes and says:
"I'm Phil."
"Nice to meet you Phil. What were you doing there, anyways." Phil forgets his blushing for a moment to say fiercely:
"I was protecting my friends from getting taken away by the Squirts!" He said hotly. Jill raised an eyebrow and said coolly:
"Do I look like a five-year old too you." Overwhelmed once more, Phil shakes his head, stammering:
"No, of course not, but you might be helping them..." Jill doesn't really pay attention: a strange lassitude is coming over her. She moves him over to the walkway at the level of her rib cage:
"Don't you go anywhere now, Philly boy." She says, jamming him into the space between rail and walkway. Since he’s a 3, he is stuck pretty tight. She addresses them all:
"I think you guys need proof that I'm not a squirt." She declares, head so thick she's practically slurring her words. "Let me demonstrate." Jill hooks her thumb into the hem of her paint-splattered shirt and pulls it recklessly over her head, flinging it to hang from the third floor walkway. An astonished silence follows as her gorgeously rounded service, shapely arms, perfectly flat stomach but, above all, her modestly bulging bra-covered bosom are all bared to the world. Jill's head starts to clear as the stares of nearly a thousand students remain firmly fixed on the bulging piece of red fabric bouncing around far above their heads from the force of her shirt-removal. Heat starts to tinge her cheeks as she realizes that she'd just taken off her shirt in the presence of so many boys many of whom, despite their deceptive size, were quite a bit older than her. What am I doing?" She asks herself, arms slowly come over to fold over her breasts, Oh, what if Peter sees me. That thought really brings on the flush, but it quickly disappears. There's a part of her that's purring in pleasure at the idea of so many guys and girls looking at her awes some rack and feeling awe and attraction... Jill remembers, as she does a mental tightrope between the two extremes, the glass of special Tomato juice that Peter had given her before they started, telling her it would help her be able to "get them ready." It certainly had abolished many of her inhibitions.
After a breathless moment on the part of everyone, Jill reaches a happy medium, which pretty much gives in to the juice, although she does give a quick check of the sky to make sure. TO her infinite relief, no Peter is visible. She turns to Phil, who's looking at her with eyes as wide as saucers. Where he's sitting, her breasts are right above his head, since she's so close. She teases him:
"You like them?" Phil, beet red, can only give a strangled exclamation. Jill turns to her audience:
"Now." She calls, sure of their undivided attention: "As you can clearly see, I'm not a squirt. No five year old ever had a bod like this." To her normal self's quiet astonishment from deep inside her mind, she actually strikes a pose! "In fact, I'm here to ensure that no damn Tiny 5 year-olds get to treat you like that ever again. I'm here to rescue you all and take you to a place where you'll never be bothered by the Squirts again!" They all give a cheer. Jill smiles and turns to the capture=box: it pops open, revealing a wire basket-cage of the right size for holding a quantity of 3s. The Lilliputians and 3s look at it, delighted smiles slipping. She beams down at them:
"It's time to take you all away from here. First, we need you guys to get undressed." There's a bit of an outcry at that, cries of denial and protest. Jill frowns prettily:
"Hey, I started the ball rolling. Just do what I did, and do it a bit more. C'mon, there's no need to be shy, or ashamed." No result. Jill frowns again, deeper, than turns to Phil, who's still looking at her with a glazed expression and a beet red face. She plucks him off the railing: he's slow to react, his eyes are wide as saucers and he's stammering. Perfect Jill grins to herself. Before Phil can realize what's happening, Jill grabs his ankles and holds him upside down:
"Kind of like this!" She calls as he begins to shout furiously. It's too late, however. His shirt is already falling off from being held that way, Jill simply grabs the dangling hem and pulls it over his head, letting it fall to the floor. As his cries increase in volume, she finishes the job. Jill hooks a hand under his waistband at the seat of his pants and pulls the oversized garments off, along with his boxers. There he hangs, naked as the day he was born, gleaming white skin flashing in the light. Jill exams his rear for a moment: Man, that butt of his is just too much! she thinks, than rights him and grabs him under the armpits. This has the inadvertent effect of preventing Phil from covering his privates, so Jill gets a good look at every last bit of Phil. She feels the heat return, but only for a moment: his cuteness and small size helps to mitigate quite a lot of the embarrassment. She gives him a good looking over, observing his scant body hair, curly golden strands growing out of his armpits, a fuzz on his arms, a whisper on his chest and a seemingly cropped field hanging and framing his small penis, hanging off of him and swaying gently in the breeze. She grins at his red face:
"You’re just as cute as a button, aren't you? Especially when you're naked.” Jill takes a little while longer to admire his utterly delectable body, than remembers her duty. She starts thinking about how long it would take to strip them all one by one with dismay. She needn't have worried. Looking past the golden little teenager in her hands, she sees a sea of bare flesh spread out below her. To a Tiny, the 3s, and the elementary Lilliputians seeing her determination, had capitulated, exposing themselves quickly, without a fuss. Most were hopping around quite funnily, trying to avoid facing any member of the opposite sex and finding them on all sides, and at al angles. A few of the very youngest 1st graders had actually thrown their clothes off gleefully, creating chaos as they embarrassed their older school mates, the Lilliputians by crawling between bare legs under exposed crotches, and the 3s by running into knots of their older, Lilliputian, schoolmates, exposed to the world. Jill smiles with satisfaction:
"Hold on a minute Phil. She tells him, setting the naked blond down in a corner near her feet again. He's too stunned to move anyways. Jill starts organizing the 3s first to get into the capture box. The box itself was both simple and ingenious: It held row upon row of mini-cages, which were spring-loaded to come out and could be stacked onto one another inside the box, which was filled with sleeping gas. She had them start filing into the first cage, 3s packing their way inside, crouching a little at the low ceiling to the cages. Jill calmly walked among the other Tinies to grab the very-obvious hold-outs, towering over the Lilliputians, and sticking them in the cages. Once each cage was full, it would smoothly withdraw into the box, and the Tinies would collapse into a pile of bare flesh before the next cage was even in place. Jill sees the line dwindling line of 3s and looks at Phil regretfully. He's back to astonishment, staring up at her with his jaw slightly down, barely noticing his own state- at least until she grabs him again:
"Well Phil, I suppose this is goodbye. Here, a little something to remember me by" She smiles, touches a finger to her lips, than puts it on his lips, then slowly draws it down the length of his body, watching him shudder and goosebumps appear along the line. Just as she reaches his navel, her mind gives a twinge, and she stops a bit before she meant to. She set him gently down in the last cage: he grips the bars, slowly withdrawing into the whole, eyes wide, until at last he falls gently asleep. Jill watches him go, with a satisfied smile on her face, than turns around:
"2s!" She calls.
There are so many Lilliputians, and they're such a homogenous mass, that Jill doesn't bother putting many in the cages personally: they all fill up quite quickly. She does, however, ensure that each and every one is naked. She starts with the unconscious ones, the ones on the walkway, and a few others who had fainted during the performance. She strips them, slowly at first, and then more confidently as she gets used to the feel of a tiny little person actually contained in one hand, their clothes easily coming off, and their limbs so easily manipulated. She does it partially as practice, partially as fun, and partially to spare their classmates the embarrassment of having to strip each other. As she sets the last of the unconscious ones in their cage, she puts a hand on her head. As the room drains of Lilliputians, so the dreamy lassitude that made her feel so wonderful is slowly draining away. Still, she takes the time to deal with the hold outs: a few groups of stubborn Lilliputians, all pretty old, refusing to strip. She made use of her experience with the unconscious ones to efficiently strip their clothes from them, ripping them off if necessary, kind of enjoying the feel of their wriggling bodies in her hands. She even makes a few comments: "You really should shave more, girl." "Oh, nice ones!" "The guys must really love your ass!" It was the comments more than anything that did it: by the time their down to the last 100 Lilliputians, the hold outs are all naked and standing meekly in line. Jill steps away. She hadn't done a single guy besides Phil, and she was growing more and more acutely aware of her own breasts swinging faintly in her loose bra.
Suddenly, a large hand comes down and hands her a few last naked Tinies, girls and boys:
"I found these in the bathroom." He explains. Jill thanks him and sets them in the ;=last cage, than freezes just as it starts to get sucked in. Peter notes with interest that the flush spreads all the way down her back from her red neck. He smiles:
"Is there a problem?" He asks innocently. That does it. Jill emits a tiny, piercing shriek, and leaps up, grabbing for her shirt. His smile remains in place as she pulls it on in tiny jerks, than stands there trembling, still blushing a deep cherry red. Peter emits a full throated laugh, and gently pinches her waist and lifts her up. He feels her simultaneously flinch and wiggle at his touch- very interesting to feel, although he has to get a firmer grip, grabbing her under the arms and enfolding her Torso in his fist. He hefts the capture box and heads off towards the gate. They walk in silence towards the gate for a moment, her blush fading oh-so-slowly. The complex is quickly coming apart in ordered steps. A steady stream of nerds and girls are carrying segments of buildings towards the vans: they had already grabbed every last Tiny they could fine. The Kindergarten stands empty, with Mrs. Alexandra giving it one last look over. Glad for a useful distraction, Jill points at her, unable to bear looking at Peter just yet. She advises her master's mother to do a very thorough search, of absolutely every conceivable location for hiding a Lilliputian, and every inconceivable one as well: on the Squirts, inside the toy box, in every container in the building itself and in every nook and concealed cranny, as well as buried on the grounds. Mrs. Alexandra thanks her for clarifying things for her. As they're walking away, passing Marcy as she carries her precious burden carefully, dolls at her feet giving directions, she hears Peter's Mom calling in the radio for a trowel and some small hammers and chisels.
When they're approaching the outside gate, Peter finally speaks up:
"Jill, it wasn't you. It was the juice." Jill glares at him, anger overriding her instincts for a few moments:
"They were my, well you know, regardless of the juice. You looked regardless of the juice." He looks at her a bit pensively, than smiles:
"I saw quite a few things, my little pet, besides the intriguing- and beautiful, I will say, sight you mention. Quite a few of them were the juice making you act a bit crazy, but you're passion for rescuing the Lilliputians shone through nonetheless. You did well, my dear little Jill." He softly kisses the top of her blond hair. Jill closes her eyes for it, letting his warmth wash over her, making her tingle. When she opens them, however, she's still quite lucid:
"So you're out of this mood of yours?" His eyes flash darkly, his face going blank for the barest instant. He recovers himself, and looks at her fondly:
"Jill, I swear you could get the dead to wake up and start laughing if you felt they're silence was a bad mood. You're display certainly cheered me. Still," He pauses, then goes on quietly. "Still, the root causes are still there. I think I'll leave you with the nerds for a moment, and go take it out on Chloe. She's the main cause anyways. I promise, I won't subject you to it for longer than necessary." He stumbles, then recovers. He hefts the capture-box a bit roughly:
"Man this thing is heavy." Jill rolls her eyes:
"Be careful! There are lots of little lives in there, you know." She squirms until Peter loosens his grip, than clambers over to the box, standing on it, hair blowing a bit in the breeze of Peter's passing, knowing instinctively that he’d be more careful if she was standing on the box
"Indeed there are." Peter says, holding the box steady as they head out the gate.
Everyone admitted, however, that this was unusual. Never had Normal security ever intervened, they either didn't know, or didn't care what went on in this thrice-cursed area of the Complex (public opinion leaned quite heavily on the latter). But, suddenly, out of the blue, the loudspeakers had crackled to life, delivering curt, unbendable instructions: students would report to the gym, and teachers would report to the Office at the High School. No exceptions, no excuses. The teacher's had been reluctant to go, at first, but somehow the Normals had known when there were a few who stayed behind: they had barked out instructions, and the teacher's, with one last, despairing glance, had left, leaving the children to fend for themselves: to their credit, they had done remarkably well so far, the Lilliputians having had many, bitter lessons on the necessity of being quiet and still when gathered together in groups. Never-the-less, their patience was near its end. The loudspeakers hadn't allowed them to use the nearby bathrooms, and assured them that "the proper authorities" were on their way but that was all.
Suddenly, they hear rumbling, slowly growing closer to the school. The students looked at one another: they recognized Normal footsteps, of course, having heard them all the time at home. They didn't hear it much here, however. Was their some big problem that needed Normal assistance? Suddenly, the rumbling impacts stop, but then they hear a grinding, unidentifiable noise, so loud that they all start yelling and covering their ears. It goes on for a while, and soon the Tiny audience is numb. At last it stops, and they all look at each other, relieved to be able to hear again. Their relief doesn't last long. With complete and awful silence, the roof of the gym rises into the air and disappears, leaving sunlight streaming into the gym. When the students' vision returns, they see a giant figure standing there: but it wasn't one they had anticipated, but rather another they had all feared, instinctively. They all begin to scream.
Looking down into the massed crowd of 1s, 2s, and 3s, all screaming in terror, yelling "It’s one of THEM!" Jill feels a bit of disorientation. She had seen 1s and 2s, of course, and 3s attended her high-school before she was rescued, but still... It's the 1s and 2s that really do it. She hadn't seen one so close in a long, long time, and it's very strange. However, neither is it displeasing. As she had explained to Peter on the way, the ones, to her, seem like 5s, and the 2s like 10s, and this comparison produced a whole palate of emotions. The "living doll" attitude so present in Marcy suddenly seems so much more understandable. She takes a step forward, at a nudge from Peter. The Tinies below her suddenly notice him, and the screaming recommences as one voice rises above the rest:
"Oh god, it's a normal! The Normals are here to take us away and give us to THEM!" Rational thought had left them once they got a glimpse of Jill. They all start to run, heading straight for the doors. They're blocked, however, Peter having set a pebble or something on the other side. In their panic to get out, no one seems to realize it: Jill notes with concern that it looks like students are starting to get crushed. She moves decisively, heading for the double doors. The Tinies all melt out of her path with more screams. She steps quickly, but carefully, examining them as she passes through. The pack together like sardines in order to avoid her, not a 3 among the rising above mid-thigh, every one terrified into incoherence. Jill reaches the doors and plants herself in front of them. Within seconds, the space in front of the door is clear except for a few bruised and unconscious 1s. New heights of terror are voiced as Jill kneels and gathers them up, setting them on the walkway around her for safekeeping. She ignores them, looking for a way to make it obvious even to the panicking students that there was no escape in this direction. Unfortunately, while Jill could, if raised on tiptoe, see directly into the third floor windows of the Lili-school, Peter had yet to remove those floors, so she can't simply reach over the wall and grab something to block the doors.
Jill's only momentarily stymied, however. She quickly kneels and seizes the double doors, trying to open them in the wrong direction, but she’s not quite strong enough. After a moments thought, however, she reaches down and takes off her shoe. She hears a chorus of disgusted protests rise almost immediately as the wave of foot-smell rolls over the nearest Tinies. "Sorry!" She calls, and tries to be quick, delivering a hard blow to all the hinges with the heel. They rip away allowing Jill to simply take the doors off entirely. revealing a wall of cloth. Peter had apparently threaded a spare sack into the school and packed it against the double doors. It looks quite immovable. Satisfied, Jill makes a hopping turn (belatedly hoping she doesn't squish anyone) as she puts on her shoe, smiling with satisfaction. She will wait for panic, if not fear, to subside, and explain the way things were going to work to her captive audience. Well, they would've been captive, anyway, if at that very moment Peter hadn't finished unscrewing the Gym's outer wall and pulled it away!
Seeing the farthest Tinies trying to make a desperate, but ultimately fruitless escape attempt through the newly revealed orifice. Jill curses, causing a wave of nervous giggles in the younger members of the students. Improvising, Jill grabs the rails on the walkway around her, hoisting herself up as if on balance bars at the gym. They hold, although they do give a bit, and she quickly travels over the heads of the mass of Tinies in her way, landing lightly in front of the escapees, who immediately scamper back to the illusory safety of the group A moment later, Peter sets his special capture-box down, blocking the exit. Jill breathes heavily, arms crossed over her chest, and casts a grateful glance up at her master. She frowns: he's not there.
Jill waits a moment, allowing her now captive audience to realize that they're trapped, looking around at the Gym while she waits. It’s an interesting space: it runs all the way up the three stories of the school, and there's a jogging track/walkway on the second level, which also includes some sports courts so the 1s and 2s could attend Gym at least some of the time without having to “compete” with the 3s. Unfortunately, the walkway is perhaps the only truly sensible, well-thought out thing about this school. In fact, the design of the Lilliputian school, as well as its positioning in relation to another structure could well be counted as among the worst architectural disasters ever committed by humanity, including the Normals. That second structure was the Bigger Kindergarten. It was a mistake of legendary proportions, spoke of with great disgust by all the Tinies. As a result, the 1s and 2s, the “Lilliputians” of the Lilliputian school, are universally agreed to be the "poorest bastards who ever lived", as Jackie had once artfully put it. Jill agreed entirely.
The reasons for that mistake will never be known, and the stories about it are as innumerable as the stars: it was an alien conspiracy to test the Lilliputians’ resilience, it was a sick scheme thought up by Satan himself and put in place by devil-worshipping Normals, it was a government conspiracy to test the Lilliputians’ resilience, it was Karma (there's actually a fairly large movement of quasi-Hindu/Buddhist Tinies following the idea that being a Tiny was the punishment for misdeeds, the smaller the worse the Karma), it was Murphy's Law at work, it was the work of a league of a mad Child-Development researchers... The rumor Jill subscribed to seemed to be the most likely. She blamed an unknown, but undoubtedly lazy, smelly, ugly and fat Normal designer of the complex. As the plans were being completed, said designer had left the placement of the two Kindergartens(Smaller, 1-4, and Bigger, 6-10- 5s skip Kindergarten) till the end. He had been left with two spaces, one next to the High School, and one next to the Lilliputian School (the latter was his fault to). The Bigger Kindergarten’s dimensions wouldn't fit in the proposed space, so instead of sensibly tweaking the buildings a bit to make room, he had instead plopped it down right next to the Lilliputian school, figuring that High School students would never both kindergarteners, whatever their size. He was right on that, of course, Jill's classmates avoided their Kindergarten like the plague. What he hadn't realized was that the Bigger Kindergarteners would not be so considerate of the Lilliputians.
Jill has heard (and undoubtedly lived through, though her memory was very patchy) many stories of the unfortunate fates of Lilliputians, and very occasionally 3s, snatched up by giggling Bigger Kindergarteners, or “Big Squirts” as the Lilliputians named them in a show of false bravado. They’re than played with in any manner of humiliating, disgusting, uncomfortable, and even painful ways. The "dolly" concept really did the Lilliputians in. It was very strange that anyone had thought it would be a good idea to give Tinies dolls for toys. Nevertheless, The list of toys available does include them. As a result. the Big Squirts quickly absorb a "toy" assumption for when they are confronted with humans that size in relation to themselves, even if they do squirm and yell. Kindergarteners are simply too young to have any sense of irony whatsoever, and only a very limited sense of Empathy. Even with Normals for parents, they simply can’t relate to Lilliputians or 3s as people trapped in the same, miserable predicament as they were. To exacerbate matters is the way the path to the Lili-school (it was just natural to attach a diminutive to the name) and the design of the Kindergarten combine to form a perfect place for a roaming Squirt to snatch a new toy.
The path is sunken and twisted, probably in some half hearted effort to "hide" the Lilliputians once the mistake was set into stone (actually, concrete). In reality, it simply serves to trap them and leave them no possibility to evade being a toy for the day (or longer). The walls are high enough that they can be climbed only with great difficulty by a 3 and not at all by a Lilliputian. The Squirts, on the other hand, never have a problem, because of the peculiar nature of Tiny development. Tinies grow to 95% of their eventual size by the age of 4, so while there is a height difference between an adult and a tiny of the same inch-class, it is basically cosmetic. It certainly is no help to the helpless Lilliputians snatched from the path every day by eager young 6-10s, whose arms easily reach all the way into the path in order to grab cowering, screaming toys.
Since the Kindergarten is also situated on a small rise above the Lilliputian school and the path, it meant that the idea of it hiding Lilliputians is ridiculous: any Big Squirt can easily see down into the path for its whole length with almost an eagle’s perspective. Furthermore, The Kindergarten was designed to allow the Kindergarteners to be outside: they can’t go anywhere, reasoned the same unknown designer, and are perfectly safe inside the complex. Once more, it was a failure to take into account that others weren’t safe from them, making the common Normal mistake of equating age with security The building was therefore made so that the large, central playroom is still too small for a class of restless Squirts, with enormous glass doors overlooking the selfsame path running the whole length of the building, each one a vantage point for innumerable Squirts.
Besides the Normals’ flawed design, there is the Lilliputian rebellion and foolishness within the school itself to aid the Squirts in their hunt for toys. Lilliputians sometimes cut class and head outside, despite the danger, for the privacy they lack inside as a result of extreme crowding. Thinking back, Jill has a hazy memory from her own Kindergarten days, of a pair of 1s, boy and girl, who ventured outside on a tryst for some sweet kissing privacy. She remembers looming over them and watching them cling to one another below her, with her giggling uncontrollably at her find, and then reaching forward to claim her screaming prizes for her own... Jill shakes the memory away. Still, even without it, she’s heard plenty of stories. The one redeeming thing about the Bigger Kindergarten was that its small staff of 8-10s was contentious and concerned, keeping a sharp watch and returning the Lilliputians whenever possible, letting them have discreet washes, helping them find their own clothes... but it was a small staff, and they couldn't be everywhere. Besides, the Squirts quickly grew adept at hiding their prizes. Jill had heard many, many stories, Lilliputians (3s were sometimes snatched, but were far more difficult to hide) being kept and played with all day before being discovered, being discovered in the toy box after class, not being discovered in the toy box after class and spending the night locked inside (to be played with once more the next day, obviously). Even worse, there were others who were smuggled home and kept for days, or even weeks and, these stories were whispered with the gravest concern and pity, there’s the occasional, grim story of a complete disappearance.
The teachers have to teach as well as look out for Lilliputians, which leaves little of their attention to spare for those who are not, after all, their responsibility. Oh, they confiscate any Lilliputian they see, they give cursory inspections before letting the Squirts leave, and they check the toy box daily, but they are busy people If the teacher doesn’t find the Tiny themselves, they had to rely on a hue-and-cry from their parents in order to piece together an idea of when they were taken and where, and the likely culprits so a more thorough search and interrogation can be performed. For this hue-and-cry to take place, however, the parent has to care about the child. The best ones call to make sure their Lilliputian got to school, or they are home to see that their child isn’t on time, or they take calls to hear that their child was absent. Unfortunately, this is not as large a number as it should be (100%). As size decreases, there is an exponential growth in the average apathy and disinterest on the part of parents, which means that often only good fortune will get many Lilliputians taken by a clever Squirt returned within a day.
This apathy, besides letting the Squirts get away with murder (well, not really, just kidnapping and entrapment) was also transferred to the Lilliputians, with many unfortunate results. In addition to often becoming the toys of giant, giggling 5-year olds, there’s their own school to consider. The Lilliputian school is an elementary for 1-3s, but it’s also a middle and high school for the Lilliputians. The 3s went on to their own middle school with the 4s and 5s before finally entering the High School, which was 3-10, but the Lilliputians remain perpetually stuck in their own elementary school. Even worse was that, due to the large number of Lilliputians (1/4of all Tinies, another quarter was 10s, a further quarter 7-9s and the last divided among 3-6s), there wasn't enough space. Oh, on paper there was enough space, since the lower floor, designed for 3s, could easily accommodate great numbers of Lilliputians. This was fine for when they were in elementary school, but the second and third floors for the Lilliputian “upperclassmen” only are far smaller, with much less class space, and fewer teachers besides. Lilliputians all the way up to 12th grade often find themselves arbitrarily and humiliatingly placed among the 1st graders, being taught their ABCs by a domineering 3 who doesn’t want to hear about how unfair it all is. It was small wonder that many Lilliputians, particularly the older ones, arrive late, cut class or leave early. Unfortunately for them, since the Kindergarten opens after the Lilliputian school (if it opened at the same time, things would just be completely insane), this makes them the prime targets for Squirts on the hunt for a good toy or two.
All in all, it’s a long and humiliating life for quite a few: parents who often don’t care, resulting in long absences from school due to capture and keeping by clever, but still silly and above all young 6-10s, meaning that they would fail their tests and get sent back to first grade classes (priority was always given to "hard workers" in the much sought after age-appropriate classes), a truly vicious cycle which in the end only benefited the Squirts.
Jill had told Peter all this on their walk to the school. She had been full of energy, but he had dragged his feet and worn an expression that Jill liked not at all. Seeing her waiting with a worried expression, he had tried to make the effort to reassure her:
“So, we’re off to capture more of you Tinies, eh?” He’d said, incredibly feebly. Jill, disturbed by a growing pattern she saw in Peter to use “capture” instead of “rescue”, had launched into a passionate description of the Lilliputians’ plight while he listened gravely.
“So that’s why this part of our job so clearly demonstrates that we’re performing a ‘rescue’. If there's anything good to say about Chloe, it's that she's keeping the different sizes of us Tinies carefully separated. We are performing a rescue!” She’d stated firmly at the end.
“Are we, though?” Peter had mused, more to himself than Jill, but she’d responded anyways:
“OF course this is a rescue! They’re regularly caught and used as toys by 5-year olds for fucks sake!” Latent shame over her own treatment of the couple she’d caught, and who knows how many others (she suppressed the dim memories firmly) had made her quite high-strung. Peter just said:
“I wish you wouldn’t swear. I hate it when people swear.” All in all, it had been a very frustrating conversation.
Returning to the present (although the past, obviously, has quite an effect on the current situation, considering that Jill’s a 10), Jill feels that the time is right to start the true rescue. She's suddenly quite glad that she's doesn't have to deal with the Squirts: Richard and Alexandra had announced very firmly that they were taking the Kindergartens back at the planning session. She wonders where to begin with her own bunch of rescues: they are all quite now, but it was a terrified silence, clearly susceptible to instant panic at any movement from her. She gives a tiny little sigh, than notices a flash of movement out of the corner of her eye, Jill turns and comes knee-to-face with the cutest boy she's ever seen, bar none. His soft blond hair, mussed in an adorable disarray that makes Jill itch for her comb, falls over perfect baby blue eyes: his overlarge clothes help give him the innocent, bewildered air of a very young boy, despite the fact that he's obviously relatively old. Jill's heart melts just looking at him.
Surprisingly enough, the adorable little 3 is standing in a corner formed by the capture box and the gym wall, clearly an attempted escapee. He's shielding with his body a gaggle of Lilliputians, hoping to protect them from the trepidations of a hated Squirt. His lip trembles furiously when she turns to confront him, but he courageously stands his ground:
"You stay away from them!" He yells as she walks over and squats down, the eyes of every Tiny in the audience fixed on her.
"My, you're a brave one, aren't you?" She asks, feeling curiously light headed and giddy. On Impulse, she reaches out and grabs him under the armpits. He cries out and beats uselessly against her arms. As she rises to her full height with him struggling at the end of her arms, the Lilliputians and 3s all give a gasp: the ones he was protecting start to wail, yell or scream. She ignores them all. Seeing him up close like this, Jill can tell that, whatever the size of his clothes, he's well advanced in years for a 3 at the Lilliputian school: certainly he's 12 and in 6th grade, maybe even 13. She beams at him as he grows tired from his useless struggling and somewhat nervous as he realizes how far he'll fall if he manages to break loose:
"So my Gallant little Warrior, what's your name." Phil subsides a bit, realizing that clearly, this girl is not a Squirt, whatever else she might be, and noticing for the first time that she is, quite obviously, a girl. He blushes and says:
"I'm Phil."
"Nice to meet you Phil. What were you doing there, anyways." Phil forgets his blushing for a moment to say fiercely:
"I was protecting my friends from getting taken away by the Squirts!" He said hotly. Jill raised an eyebrow and said coolly:
"Do I look like a five-year old too you." Overwhelmed once more, Phil shakes his head, stammering:
"No, of course not, but you might be helping them..." Jill doesn't really pay attention: a strange lassitude is coming over her. She moves him over to the walkway at the level of her rib cage:
"Don't you go anywhere now, Philly boy." She says, jamming him into the space between rail and walkway. Since he’s a 3, he is stuck pretty tight. She addresses them all:
"I think you guys need proof that I'm not a squirt." She declares, head so thick she's practically slurring her words. "Let me demonstrate." Jill hooks her thumb into the hem of her paint-splattered shirt and pulls it recklessly over her head, flinging it to hang from the third floor walkway. An astonished silence follows as her gorgeously rounded service, shapely arms, perfectly flat stomach but, above all, her modestly bulging bra-covered bosom are all bared to the world. Jill's head starts to clear as the stares of nearly a thousand students remain firmly fixed on the bulging piece of red fabric bouncing around far above their heads from the force of her shirt-removal. Heat starts to tinge her cheeks as she realizes that she'd just taken off her shirt in the presence of so many boys many of whom, despite their deceptive size, were quite a bit older than her. What am I doing?" She asks herself, arms slowly come over to fold over her breasts, Oh, what if Peter sees me. That thought really brings on the flush, but it quickly disappears. There's a part of her that's purring in pleasure at the idea of so many guys and girls looking at her awes some rack and feeling awe and attraction... Jill remembers, as she does a mental tightrope between the two extremes, the glass of special Tomato juice that Peter had given her before they started, telling her it would help her be able to "get them ready." It certainly had abolished many of her inhibitions.
After a breathless moment on the part of everyone, Jill reaches a happy medium, which pretty much gives in to the juice, although she does give a quick check of the sky to make sure. TO her infinite relief, no Peter is visible. She turns to Phil, who's looking at her with eyes as wide as saucers. Where he's sitting, her breasts are right above his head, since she's so close. She teases him:
"You like them?" Phil, beet red, can only give a strangled exclamation. Jill turns to her audience:
"Now." She calls, sure of their undivided attention: "As you can clearly see, I'm not a squirt. No five year old ever had a bod like this." To her normal self's quiet astonishment from deep inside her mind, she actually strikes a pose! "In fact, I'm here to ensure that no damn Tiny 5 year-olds get to treat you like that ever again. I'm here to rescue you all and take you to a place where you'll never be bothered by the Squirts again!" They all give a cheer. Jill smiles and turns to the capture=box: it pops open, revealing a wire basket-cage of the right size for holding a quantity of 3s. The Lilliputians and 3s look at it, delighted smiles slipping. She beams down at them:
"It's time to take you all away from here. First, we need you guys to get undressed." There's a bit of an outcry at that, cries of denial and protest. Jill frowns prettily:
"Hey, I started the ball rolling. Just do what I did, and do it a bit more. C'mon, there's no need to be shy, or ashamed." No result. Jill frowns again, deeper, than turns to Phil, who's still looking at her with a glazed expression and a beet red face. She plucks him off the railing: he's slow to react, his eyes are wide as saucers and he's stammering. Perfect Jill grins to herself. Before Phil can realize what's happening, Jill grabs his ankles and holds him upside down:
"Kind of like this!" She calls as he begins to shout furiously. It's too late, however. His shirt is already falling off from being held that way, Jill simply grabs the dangling hem and pulls it over his head, letting it fall to the floor. As his cries increase in volume, she finishes the job. Jill hooks a hand under his waistband at the seat of his pants and pulls the oversized garments off, along with his boxers. There he hangs, naked as the day he was born, gleaming white skin flashing in the light. Jill exams his rear for a moment: Man, that butt of his is just too much! she thinks, than rights him and grabs him under the armpits. This has the inadvertent effect of preventing Phil from covering his privates, so Jill gets a good look at every last bit of Phil. She feels the heat return, but only for a moment: his cuteness and small size helps to mitigate quite a lot of the embarrassment. She gives him a good looking over, observing his scant body hair, curly golden strands growing out of his armpits, a fuzz on his arms, a whisper on his chest and a seemingly cropped field hanging and framing his small penis, hanging off of him and swaying gently in the breeze. She grins at his red face:
"You’re just as cute as a button, aren't you? Especially when you're naked.” Jill takes a little while longer to admire his utterly delectable body, than remembers her duty. She starts thinking about how long it would take to strip them all one by one with dismay. She needn't have worried. Looking past the golden little teenager in her hands, she sees a sea of bare flesh spread out below her. To a Tiny, the 3s, and the elementary Lilliputians seeing her determination, had capitulated, exposing themselves quickly, without a fuss. Most were hopping around quite funnily, trying to avoid facing any member of the opposite sex and finding them on all sides, and at al angles. A few of the very youngest 1st graders had actually thrown their clothes off gleefully, creating chaos as they embarrassed their older school mates, the Lilliputians by crawling between bare legs under exposed crotches, and the 3s by running into knots of their older, Lilliputian, schoolmates, exposed to the world. Jill smiles with satisfaction:
"Hold on a minute Phil. She tells him, setting the naked blond down in a corner near her feet again. He's too stunned to move anyways. Jill starts organizing the 3s first to get into the capture box. The box itself was both simple and ingenious: It held row upon row of mini-cages, which were spring-loaded to come out and could be stacked onto one another inside the box, which was filled with sleeping gas. She had them start filing into the first cage, 3s packing their way inside, crouching a little at the low ceiling to the cages. Jill calmly walked among the other Tinies to grab the very-obvious hold-outs, towering over the Lilliputians, and sticking them in the cages. Once each cage was full, it would smoothly withdraw into the box, and the Tinies would collapse into a pile of bare flesh before the next cage was even in place. Jill sees the line dwindling line of 3s and looks at Phil regretfully. He's back to astonishment, staring up at her with his jaw slightly down, barely noticing his own state- at least until she grabs him again:
"Well Phil, I suppose this is goodbye. Here, a little something to remember me by" She smiles, touches a finger to her lips, than puts it on his lips, then slowly draws it down the length of his body, watching him shudder and goosebumps appear along the line. Just as she reaches his navel, her mind gives a twinge, and she stops a bit before she meant to. She set him gently down in the last cage: he grips the bars, slowly withdrawing into the whole, eyes wide, until at last he falls gently asleep. Jill watches him go, with a satisfied smile on her face, than turns around:
"2s!" She calls.
There are so many Lilliputians, and they're such a homogenous mass, that Jill doesn't bother putting many in the cages personally: they all fill up quite quickly. She does, however, ensure that each and every one is naked. She starts with the unconscious ones, the ones on the walkway, and a few others who had fainted during the performance. She strips them, slowly at first, and then more confidently as she gets used to the feel of a tiny little person actually contained in one hand, their clothes easily coming off, and their limbs so easily manipulated. She does it partially as practice, partially as fun, and partially to spare their classmates the embarrassment of having to strip each other. As she sets the last of the unconscious ones in their cage, she puts a hand on her head. As the room drains of Lilliputians, so the dreamy lassitude that made her feel so wonderful is slowly draining away. Still, she takes the time to deal with the hold outs: a few groups of stubborn Lilliputians, all pretty old, refusing to strip. She made use of her experience with the unconscious ones to efficiently strip their clothes from them, ripping them off if necessary, kind of enjoying the feel of their wriggling bodies in her hands. She even makes a few comments: "You really should shave more, girl." "Oh, nice ones!" "The guys must really love your ass!" It was the comments more than anything that did it: by the time their down to the last 100 Lilliputians, the hold outs are all naked and standing meekly in line. Jill steps away. She hadn't done a single guy besides Phil, and she was growing more and more acutely aware of her own breasts swinging faintly in her loose bra.
Suddenly, a large hand comes down and hands her a few last naked Tinies, girls and boys:
"I found these in the bathroom." He explains. Jill thanks him and sets them in the ;=last cage, than freezes just as it starts to get sucked in. Peter notes with interest that the flush spreads all the way down her back from her red neck. He smiles:
"Is there a problem?" He asks innocently. That does it. Jill emits a tiny, piercing shriek, and leaps up, grabbing for her shirt. His smile remains in place as she pulls it on in tiny jerks, than stands there trembling, still blushing a deep cherry red. Peter emits a full throated laugh, and gently pinches her waist and lifts her up. He feels her simultaneously flinch and wiggle at his touch- very interesting to feel, although he has to get a firmer grip, grabbing her under the arms and enfolding her Torso in his fist. He hefts the capture box and heads off towards the gate. They walk in silence towards the gate for a moment, her blush fading oh-so-slowly. The complex is quickly coming apart in ordered steps. A steady stream of nerds and girls are carrying segments of buildings towards the vans: they had already grabbed every last Tiny they could fine. The Kindergarten stands empty, with Mrs. Alexandra giving it one last look over. Glad for a useful distraction, Jill points at her, unable to bear looking at Peter just yet. She advises her master's mother to do a very thorough search, of absolutely every conceivable location for hiding a Lilliputian, and every inconceivable one as well: on the Squirts, inside the toy box, in every container in the building itself and in every nook and concealed cranny, as well as buried on the grounds. Mrs. Alexandra thanks her for clarifying things for her. As they're walking away, passing Marcy as she carries her precious burden carefully, dolls at her feet giving directions, she hears Peter's Mom calling in the radio for a trowel and some small hammers and chisels.
When they're approaching the outside gate, Peter finally speaks up:
"Jill, it wasn't you. It was the juice." Jill glares at him, anger overriding her instincts for a few moments:
"They were my, well you know, regardless of the juice. You looked regardless of the juice." He looks at her a bit pensively, than smiles:
"I saw quite a few things, my little pet, besides the intriguing- and beautiful, I will say, sight you mention. Quite a few of them were the juice making you act a bit crazy, but you're passion for rescuing the Lilliputians shone through nonetheless. You did well, my dear little Jill." He softly kisses the top of her blond hair. Jill closes her eyes for it, letting his warmth wash over her, making her tingle. When she opens them, however, she's still quite lucid:
"So you're out of this mood of yours?" His eyes flash darkly, his face going blank for the barest instant. He recovers himself, and looks at her fondly:
"Jill, I swear you could get the dead to wake up and start laughing if you felt they're silence was a bad mood. You're display certainly cheered me. Still," He pauses, then goes on quietly. "Still, the root causes are still there. I think I'll leave you with the nerds for a moment, and go take it out on Chloe. She's the main cause anyways. I promise, I won't subject you to it for longer than necessary." He stumbles, then recovers. He hefts the capture-box a bit roughly:
"Man this thing is heavy." Jill rolls her eyes:
"Be careful! There are lots of little lives in there, you know." She squirms until Peter loosens his grip, than clambers over to the box, standing on it, hair blowing a bit in the breeze of Peter's passing, knowing instinctively that he’d be more careful if she was standing on the box
"Indeed there are." Peter says, holding the box steady as they head out the gate.
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August 15
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