The phone rings, and you hear the secretary’s voice from the other end.
“Ok, send her in,” the principal responds and hangs up.
She stands up and grabs the jar you’re in off the bookshelf, unscrews the lid above you, and leaves you in your jar at her desk next to her chair.
“I can use you,” she states.
The little door opens up and in comes a tiny woman. It’s Rachel, one of your friends and fellow tinies at this school. She was a model student, one of the top kids in the class, something that always produced jealousy among the larger students. She was anxious, but after she took her seat at the end of the Miss Hall’s desk and took a glance at you naked in the jar, that turned to abject horror. You tried to simultaneously scream for help and to reassure her, but you couldn’t be heard.
“I see you noticed my newest pet. I hope you like him,” Miss Hall starts. To demonstrate her power, she leans back in her chair and props her right bare foot on top of the jar and causally rests the left next to where Rachel sat. Rachel dared not budge, however.
“Now, I heard reports that you decided to prank another student by entering her soup. I want you to know that these kind of disruptions are not acceptable at this school,” she continues.
“Miss Hall, another student placed me there. That was not my fault. Honest!” Rachel protests. You did not doubt this: some of the big but lower performers would try to take her down a notch in their minds.
“Listen, I don’t want to hear your excuses!” the principal admonishes.
“But,…” Rachel intervenes.
“There are no butts about this!” she scolds. As Miss Hall said this, she dipped her toe into your jar and dragged you out, pinning your body against the glass and sliding you out painfully. You tried to shout “Help me” to Rachel, but she toyed with you in her toes.
“Now, what am I going to do with you?”
“Ok, send her in,” the principal responds and hangs up.
She stands up and grabs the jar you’re in off the bookshelf, unscrews the lid above you, and leaves you in your jar at her desk next to her chair.
“I can use you,” she states.
The little door opens up and in comes a tiny woman. It’s Rachel, one of your friends and fellow tinies at this school. She was a model student, one of the top kids in the class, something that always produced jealousy among the larger students. She was anxious, but after she took her seat at the end of the Miss Hall’s desk and took a glance at you naked in the jar, that turned to abject horror. You tried to simultaneously scream for help and to reassure her, but you couldn’t be heard.
“I see you noticed my newest pet. I hope you like him,” Miss Hall starts. To demonstrate her power, she leans back in her chair and props her right bare foot on top of the jar and causally rests the left next to where Rachel sat. Rachel dared not budge, however.
“Now, I heard reports that you decided to prank another student by entering her soup. I want you to know that these kind of disruptions are not acceptable at this school,” she continues.
“Miss Hall, another student placed me there. That was not my fault. Honest!” Rachel protests. You did not doubt this: some of the big but lower performers would try to take her down a notch in their minds.
“Listen, I don’t want to hear your excuses!” the principal admonishes.
“But,…” Rachel intervenes.
“There are no butts about this!” she scolds. As Miss Hall said this, she dipped her toe into your jar and dragged you out, pinning your body against the glass and sliding you out painfully. You tried to shout “Help me” to Rachel, but she toyed with you in her toes.
“Now, what am I going to do with you?”
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June 3, 2023
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