Sweet tooths and suck ups
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 16
by
copier
· original author:
pats2015
While most kids were out on the streets running from house to house in search of treats Abby Jones busied herself in her family's kitchen. The 7th grader was busy baking up a loaf of her mom's famous pumpkin bread. While this moment may seem innocuous this girl had ulterior motives. You see Abby was the class suck up and she baked this bread special for her teacher, Mrs. Garcia.
Abby was always looking for any way to get ahead in her academics. She continually offered to clean blackboards, stay late for extra sessions, and you can bet her hand was always the first to go up for a volunteer. All the other students in her class despised her for it but she didn't care. Anything she could do to gain her teachers' favor was worth doing in her eyes. But when all else failed she always could turn to the gift for baking sweets. Her teachers would gladly trade some extra credit for a few extra pounds from Abby's baked goods. And this worked especially on Mrs. Garcia. Abby learned early on that the aged Latina had quite a sweet tooth and couldn't resist her homemade treats. Abby had exploited her teacher's craving in the past and was looking to again with report cards due out in less than a week.
As Abby set the fresh hot loaf on a wire rack to cool by the window she noticed the lights in her kitchen began to flicker before she felt a large quake reverberate through the floor. She grabbed the kitchen counter to steady herself when she felt an even stronger shockwave that set off by several nearby car alarms.
"Great," she thought. "There's some sort of earthquake happening meanwhile both her parents are out at a Halloween party."
Abby moved closer to the window to see what was going on. It was then she saw the first streams of people running away screaming. As more people cleared the streets she wondered what could possibly causing all the hysteria. She made her way to the front door as the quakes seemed to gain in intensity. Right before she turned the handle she felt a large boom come from the other side of the wooden door. As she opened it Abby looked out to find not only her house but both of her neighbors' homes covered in shadows.
Towering over their neighborhood was some sort of massive monster. Looking at the creature's feet expecting to see reptilian claws or some sore of hairy primal paw she instead saw what looked a pink round oval covering what she had to believe was a regular human foot. Was this rampaging monster wearing slippers? Abby gaze travelled up the creature's smooth tan legs past its haggard scarred knees before they cut off below thick hips by some sort of clothing? Looking up it's top portion seemed to be fully adorned in this fluffy pink garment. Was this monster wearing sleepwear? This was getting stranger by the minute. Had Abby accidentally left her oven on and all this was some gas induced very strange version of Cloverfield? As the monster began to lower itself down to its hands and knees suddenly its obscured face was illuminated by the neighborhood street lights that barely reached past its ankles standing up. It was a face Abby knew well. It was one she had spent a lot of time getting familiar with. It was the one she had been baking all night for. It was the one that now rested high in the sky like a billboard. It was the face of her teacher, Mrs. Garcia.
Abby couldn't believe her eyes. She thought everything in life was normal and stuff like this was just creative fiction. All her short life she had been bounded to the belief in the rational side of things. Yet right in front of her, on all fours and bigger than a building, was her ginormous teacher. There was no reasonable explanation for that. Abby breathed and tried to compose herself. Maybe this was a good thing. After all she was Mrs. Garcia's favorite student (in her mind). Maybe Abby could use this to her benefit. If she could talk to her teacher maybe she could convince her to tell everyone that Abby had been responsible for her change in size. Then everyone would think her the genius that she truly was (in her mind).
Maybe she could use her teacher as her own giant monster. No more worrying about grades or her pointless social standing in school. If any students, or teachers for that matter, dare challenge Abby she would use her great intellect to convince her giant teacher to crush them under her feet. As all these ideas swirled in Abby's head she realized that first she had to find a way to get her teacher's attention. That's when she remembered the pumpkin bread.
Running back into the kitchen Abby grabbed the loaf of bread before sprinting upstairs. She knew she had to get as high as possible to get her giant teacher's attention. She opened her parents door and stepped inside and made her way to the window. Normally she was never allowed in her parents' rooms when they weren't home but these were special circumstances. Opening the window she hopped onto the ledge of the balcony which would allow her to get access onto the roof. Her parents would flip if they knew she was climbing on the roof. But once she had her own giant under her control her parents wouldn't be able to say much about her actions.
Abby scaled the roof still cradling the bread in her arms before finally reaching the top. She looked out towards the street and was happy to see Mrs. Garcia's large form still searching around the neighborhood. Abby began to scream and shout to get her teacher's attention. It wasn't long before the earth began to shake once again as her teacher crawled towards the tiny student. Abby held tightly to the window sill while cradling the pumpkin loaf in her other arm.
Even on down on her hands and knees Mrs. Garcia's stature was still quite intimidating as her head sat just above the roof of Abby's house. As her teacher finally settled in front of her Abby found herself directly underneath her teacher's nose feeling the warm gusts of air coming from twin jet engine sized nostrils and the head leaned forward.
"Mrs. Garcia it's me Abby from your class! Geez your so big! I made you something! I know how much you like..."
Abby didn't get a chance to finish as she was pulled up towards the airways when Mrs. Garcia inhaled. The big whiff sucked the tiny girl right up into Lupe's left nostril. Abby screamed as she was pulled through the forest of nose hair, picking up boogers and snot as she flew before slamming hard into a thick red wall. Having come to a rest Abby wailed in pain when she was engulfed in a wave of saliva and mucus. Abby was smart enough to know basic human biology. In the process of inhalation everything makes its way to the back of the throat before being sent either to the lungs or the stomach. Abby screamed so loud she began to choke on the thick phlegm as she continued her descent free falling past Mrs. Garcia's uvula and catching a glimpse of the back of her tongue before disappearing into the darkness.
Mrs. Garcia thought she spotted movement on the roof of one of the houses. Indeed it was some and it looked like they were waving her over. As she got closer she noticed it was one of her favorite students from class, Abby Jones. She approached carefully not trying to scare the girl away before she settled right over her. As her diminutive student began to speak Lupe got closer to hear when she felt her nose begin to drip inhaled sharply. The seasonal cold was having its way with her this year. She swallowed a buildup of phlegm in the back of her throat before looking back down. Abby was gone. She must have scared off. Lupe was about to crawl away when she noticed the tiny little orange loaf sitting on the roof.
She picked it up in her finger tips before placing it on her tongue. As it began to melt the strong flavor resonated on her giant taste buds. Pumpkin. Lupe savored the tiny morsel before swallowing the tiny loaf of bread.
"Sweet, sweet Abby. Always eager to feed her favorite teacher," Mrs. Garcia said as she resumed he search of the neighborhood.
Abby was always looking for any way to get ahead in her academics. She continually offered to clean blackboards, stay late for extra sessions, and you can bet her hand was always the first to go up for a volunteer. All the other students in her class despised her for it but she didn't care. Anything she could do to gain her teachers' favor was worth doing in her eyes. But when all else failed she always could turn to the gift for baking sweets. Her teachers would gladly trade some extra credit for a few extra pounds from Abby's baked goods. And this worked especially on Mrs. Garcia. Abby learned early on that the aged Latina had quite a sweet tooth and couldn't resist her homemade treats. Abby had exploited her teacher's craving in the past and was looking to again with report cards due out in less than a week.
As Abby set the fresh hot loaf on a wire rack to cool by the window she noticed the lights in her kitchen began to flicker before she felt a large quake reverberate through the floor. She grabbed the kitchen counter to steady herself when she felt an even stronger shockwave that set off by several nearby car alarms.
"Great," she thought. "There's some sort of earthquake happening meanwhile both her parents are out at a Halloween party."
Abby moved closer to the window to see what was going on. It was then she saw the first streams of people running away screaming. As more people cleared the streets she wondered what could possibly causing all the hysteria. She made her way to the front door as the quakes seemed to gain in intensity. Right before she turned the handle she felt a large boom come from the other side of the wooden door. As she opened it Abby looked out to find not only her house but both of her neighbors' homes covered in shadows.
Towering over their neighborhood was some sort of massive monster. Looking at the creature's feet expecting to see reptilian claws or some sore of hairy primal paw she instead saw what looked a pink round oval covering what she had to believe was a regular human foot. Was this rampaging monster wearing slippers? Abby gaze travelled up the creature's smooth tan legs past its haggard scarred knees before they cut off below thick hips by some sort of clothing? Looking up it's top portion seemed to be fully adorned in this fluffy pink garment. Was this monster wearing sleepwear? This was getting stranger by the minute. Had Abby accidentally left her oven on and all this was some gas induced very strange version of Cloverfield? As the monster began to lower itself down to its hands and knees suddenly its obscured face was illuminated by the neighborhood street lights that barely reached past its ankles standing up. It was a face Abby knew well. It was one she had spent a lot of time getting familiar with. It was the one she had been baking all night for. It was the one that now rested high in the sky like a billboard. It was the face of her teacher, Mrs. Garcia.
Abby couldn't believe her eyes. She thought everything in life was normal and stuff like this was just creative fiction. All her short life she had been bounded to the belief in the rational side of things. Yet right in front of her, on all fours and bigger than a building, was her ginormous teacher. There was no reasonable explanation for that. Abby breathed and tried to compose herself. Maybe this was a good thing. After all she was Mrs. Garcia's favorite student (in her mind). Maybe Abby could use this to her benefit. If she could talk to her teacher maybe she could convince her to tell everyone that Abby had been responsible for her change in size. Then everyone would think her the genius that she truly was (in her mind).
Maybe she could use her teacher as her own giant monster. No more worrying about grades or her pointless social standing in school. If any students, or teachers for that matter, dare challenge Abby she would use her great intellect to convince her giant teacher to crush them under her feet. As all these ideas swirled in Abby's head she realized that first she had to find a way to get her teacher's attention. That's when she remembered the pumpkin bread.
Running back into the kitchen Abby grabbed the loaf of bread before sprinting upstairs. She knew she had to get as high as possible to get her giant teacher's attention. She opened her parents door and stepped inside and made her way to the window. Normally she was never allowed in her parents' rooms when they weren't home but these were special circumstances. Opening the window she hopped onto the ledge of the balcony which would allow her to get access onto the roof. Her parents would flip if they knew she was climbing on the roof. But once she had her own giant under her control her parents wouldn't be able to say much about her actions.
Abby scaled the roof still cradling the bread in her arms before finally reaching the top. She looked out towards the street and was happy to see Mrs. Garcia's large form still searching around the neighborhood. Abby began to scream and shout to get her teacher's attention. It wasn't long before the earth began to shake once again as her teacher crawled towards the tiny student. Abby held tightly to the window sill while cradling the pumpkin loaf in her other arm.
Even on down on her hands and knees Mrs. Garcia's stature was still quite intimidating as her head sat just above the roof of Abby's house. As her teacher finally settled in front of her Abby found herself directly underneath her teacher's nose feeling the warm gusts of air coming from twin jet engine sized nostrils and the head leaned forward.
"Mrs. Garcia it's me Abby from your class! Geez your so big! I made you something! I know how much you like..."
Abby didn't get a chance to finish as she was pulled up towards the airways when Mrs. Garcia inhaled. The big whiff sucked the tiny girl right up into Lupe's left nostril. Abby screamed as she was pulled through the forest of nose hair, picking up boogers and snot as she flew before slamming hard into a thick red wall. Having come to a rest Abby wailed in pain when she was engulfed in a wave of saliva and mucus. Abby was smart enough to know basic human biology. In the process of inhalation everything makes its way to the back of the throat before being sent either to the lungs or the stomach. Abby screamed so loud she began to choke on the thick phlegm as she continued her descent free falling past Mrs. Garcia's uvula and catching a glimpse of the back of her tongue before disappearing into the darkness.
Mrs. Garcia thought she spotted movement on the roof of one of the houses. Indeed it was some and it looked like they were waving her over. As she got closer she noticed it was one of her favorite students from class, Abby Jones. She approached carefully not trying to scare the girl away before she settled right over her. As her diminutive student began to speak Lupe got closer to hear when she felt her nose begin to drip inhaled sharply. The seasonal cold was having its way with her this year. She swallowed a buildup of phlegm in the back of her throat before looking back down. Abby was gone. She must have scared off. Lupe was about to crawl away when she noticed the tiny little orange loaf sitting on the roof.
She picked it up in her finger tips before placing it on her tongue. As it began to melt the strong flavor resonated on her giant taste buds. Pumpkin. Lupe savored the tiny morsel before swallowing the tiny loaf of bread.
"Sweet, sweet Abby. Always eager to feed her favorite teacher," Mrs. Garcia said as she resumed he search of the neighborhood.
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