Not A Toy 132 (Patreon)

The tiny teacher swung, her forearm gripped in the warmth of Maisie's huge fingers. There was a security to that warmth that was far more appealing than the plummet below, and then suddenly, without warning, that security was gone, and she felt the rush of air.

Jenna was falling.

Not for the first time. A day earlier, she had been shrunk and snatched by Sophie, tumbling into her bag. She had since been picked up and dropped twice by the enormous redhead and had nearly fallen from the edge of the desk after being struck by an errant beam from that horrible shrink ray.

It felt different this time though.

There was the faintest hint of resistance in her descent, and for a moment, the teacher could have sworn she was falling slower than expected. Before she could make sense of it, she tumbled onto the red surface. Yet there was no shock of numbing pain, but more of a mild discomfort as she rolled toward the center. Jenna groaned and came to her hands and knees.

High above, Maisie breathed a sigh of relief at the sight. "You okay?!"

The tiny teacher grumbled, she had no injuries - save those to her pride. "Yes!" Her voice drenched with indignation, surprised at the truth of her answer.

Maisie shifted her position, still wishing she had more room to move - the idea of being smaller suddenly had some appeal. The armrest wobbled ever so slightly, sending apprehension through her body. Far too timidly, she peeled her body downwards, throwing her leg over the armrest.

She muttered reassurance to herself, and without thinking, tried to replicate Jenna's success.

Maisie felt no similar sensation of a slowed descent, crashing into the edge of the seat. Unexpectedly, her larger size shifted the chair away from her just so - her timid aim landing her near the seat's edge. The chair rolled enough to throw Maisie's landing off, and instinctively she stepped backwards to balance herself and found only air to meet her.

The shift in the seat in turn sent Jenna sprawling to the soft surface. The teacher could only watch in shock as the much larger girl tumbled over the edge of the seat, and out of sight - unable to render the same assistance Maisie offered her.

Maisie's own tumble was over quickly, her tiny body crashing into the hard wooden surface below. Unceremoniously, the graduate rolled under the chair, tried to stand too quickly, and stumbled further into the dark beneath the desk, collapsing once more - her vision and mind a blurred whirlwind.

Jenna squealed after her much taller friend and heard no response - yet the teacher couldn't be sure Maisie would even be able to hear her tiny voice now. The older woman pulled herself off the chair and suddenly went stiff at the sound of approaching voices, approaching footsteps!

Walking into the room was none other than Sophie and the other woman and yet... for all their size, Jenna could see that the dark-haired woman had been hit with the device too and... Sophie looked smaller as well! What was more, the redhead was holding that terrible shrink ray!

What the hell was going on!?

It had been bad enough when Jenna had had to reckon with Maisie's gigantic size, and now two titanic women stood before the teacher, taunting her to reconcile her shrunken state. Should she get their attention? What if they wanted to shrink her again? Could she even get their attention if she wanted to? Jenna was frozen with fear and decision - without Maisie, she felt even more helpless than her tiny stature rendered her.

Sophie and Nathalie came into the room, the taller scientist keen to ensure her two guests were still in their makeshift bedroom. Yet as the redhead looked across at the desk, she didn't even register Nathalie's prodding questions - seeing only a bare desk, and the box tumbled to the floor...