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Tuesday, 2:47PM

The sound of a clock would tick. Students casually talked as they awaited the final bell for the school to conclude the day in the science lab. All Brittney could see was eternal darkness, the sound of her breathing overlapping the voices of her peers. Visual images that wouldn't make sense but grasping some visual cues that could be remembered.

"Brittney, wake up." A voice called out.

Brittney's blue eyes began to open, and her head was placed down on the lab table that she appeared to fall asleep on. She got up, her vision being hazy as she looked around, oblivious to the moment she passed out during the lecture.

"Huh, I'm all here..." She slurred

"The bell is about to ring, are we staying after class for the project?" The voice asked.

Brittney rubbed her eyes, moving her blonde hair that would go past her shoulders, turning her head to her friend Stephanie.

"I knew that Latte was going to crash you, you're lucky I moved my bag in front of your face so the professor wouldn't snoop you out. That is if you snored any louder." She warned.

Stephanie, such a friend she was. From the lack of sleep Brittney had, it was clear her studies were taking a toll, but not just her studies were in the way, there was a lab project that they needed to work on for Chemistry.

"Relax Steph, I'm still here and not in trouble. It's fine-" She said, yawning.

"Besides, I'm ahead of my work. I'm sure the professor wouldn't mind if I shut my eyes for a bit." She rolled her eyes with a smile.

Stephanie rolled her eyes, her arms crossing to show her disapproval.

"Yeah, I'm sure he would let you slack off and sleep all day, huh? Fix your bow before I do it for you." She pointed at her chest.

Brittney licked her lips, looking down at her bowtie which seemed to be crooked. All the students who attended Pinecreek Academy were expected to be in uniform. Loafers, skirts, dress shirts and all. The dress code regulations were a pain in the ass at times.

"Ah, right. Don't want me to go to get written up next, huh, Steph?" She giggled.

Brittney began to fix her black bowtie, standing up as she would pat down her white dress shirt, fluffing the bottom of her black and blue plaided skirt. Her black knee socks were fine as they were just like the black loafers she wore. Looking over to Stephanie, she was dressed the same as all the other girls did. The only differences were the ties and shoe colors between brown and black.

"Well, are you done checking me out? We can go get some snacks while everyone is leaving. Or are we just going to wait it out...?" She asked

Stephanie rolled her stool over to Brittney as her body faced her. Admittedly her own green eyes were staring too hard than she should of. She didn't swing that way, she was quite zoned out. She shook her head as her shoulder-length hair flowed with the motion.

"No, not like that. I also wouldn't do that considering how much of a rush everyone is at this time, I'd rather wait. But if you want to get trampled, go ahead." She warned.

"I suppose you're right. We got some time-"

The bell finally rang, and everyone in the lab room began to rise from the chairs, beginning to pour out of the room. It was no surprise anyone wanted to stay after a school day. Steph and Brittney however chose to sacrifice their own free time to catch up on some homework.

Stephanie remained seated on the chair, spinning it towards the table while Brittney hopped up, sitting on the edge of the table as she dangled her legs back and forth. At times she lightly tapped the heels of her black loafers on the wooden exterior of that very table.

"Wow, look at us. Seems like we care about our education than others." She joked.

"That's because you decided to do this at the last minute."

"Ah, come on. You knew it was worth it." Brittney replied.

"You knew we had to go to the strip to get that CD album when it dropped. Otherwise, we would have been shit out of luck." Brittney added.

"I only went because you don't have a car. I had to drive you."

Stephanie's head turned to Brittney with her eyes narrowed, showing her annoyance with her excuses. If she had other things to say, it was best to reserve those thoughts.

"Right. Well, it is what it is. Not like we were going to do anything tonight anyway." Brittney shrugged.

"I wanted to go to Lori's house to hang out."

"Huh? Why her? Didn't she try to start beef with you from that one guy, Lucus, right? From that one party. At least from what I remember" Brittney pointed out.

Stephanie sighed, clearly her friend was just as dense as she looked at times. A typical blonde you could claim her to be. As much Steph enjoyed Brittney's company, she can be a handful of times. She sighed as her eyes closed, then opened, turning away.

"No Britt, you did because you were intoxicated at the party and made a comment about his ass which was her boyfriend at the time. I stepped in because you had no idea what was going on and vomited on her porch and dipped. She was pissed at you, not me. You don't even remember I drove you home?" Stephanie asked.

Brittney continued to sit there on the table, clearly being quite an annoyance. Brittney was dense at times, sure, but she knew when she may have been becoming a bit of a handful. She did start feeling embarrassed about that night once more. It happened last month, it wasn't the best time of her life despite her years into adulthood.

"Ah, okay, I get it. Spare me the lecture of what I did wrong." She said.

Brittney began to stand, everyone cleared out of the room by now, as did the Professor. They had permission to stick around for a few hours to finish the work they fell behind on. The professor however has been quite strict when it came to students. It was a surprise they were given access to this room after hours but were instructed to lock the doors whether inside the room or not.

There was a brief silence, Stephanie decided to open her bag as she would set up the chemistry homework on the table, she was waiting for Brittney to follow the lead. They had a presentation to work on. Brittney began doing what was instructed, locking the door that led out to the hallway, and sitting down on the stool next to Stephanie.

"Do you think it's weird for Adam, sorry, I mean Professor Adam to give weird instructions to lock the door like this? Kinda creeeepy if I do say so myself." Brittney pondered.

"I'm sure he has his reasons, probably doesn't trust people like you. Makes sense really-"

"Do you think that though? I mean, that's suspicious. I bet he's hiding something." Brittney interrupted. "Like, how often does a guy tell students, especially female ones to lock the door while he's out and about when we just want to do our homework."

Stephanie would be writing and looking over her textbook while her friend was going on a tangent. To Stephanie, this was rather distracting. She, however, could not deny that it was a bit weird for a Professor to give a command like that.

"Well, what do you think he's hiding then?" Stephanie turned her head to Brittney as if she were on to something. "I don't define him weird or anything like that. But for real, it is a little weird now that I think about it."

Brittney began to give a smug face, bumping her elbow against her elbow in a playful matter. It seems Brittney figured out how to get Stephanie distracted to procrastinate her work.

"I meaaan we're here now to figure that out. How about we just...do some detective work? This guy probably is cheating on his wife, or perhaps, I bet he's dating some students and has a stash somewhere!" Brittney assumed.

Stephanie couldn't believe the assumption that her friend would make. Cheating? Dating the students? That was absurd. The thing was, could Brittney be on to something?

"Okay, I'll bite. What's your goal here? Distract yourself from doing homework or wanting to bust this guy out of his job? This is all stupid." Stephanie pondered, tapping her chin with the eraser tip of the pencil. "Okay Britt, since you're so engrossed you can figure that out on yourself while I'm being productive."

Brittney was surprised she was able to convince Stephanie just like that. However, she still was more willing to do her work. This was no fun. The funny thing about all this is Brittney was just pulling these assumptions out of her ass. It was crazy that it was enough to sound convincing. Perhaps there were things in this lab that were hidden?

Silence struck once more, Brittney pondered as she left Steph to do the homework. She walked to the row of windows, eyeing below that the courtyard could be seen and occupying a few students. Some reading, studying, and throwing a ball around. Slowly she walked over to the Professor's desk just out of curiosity.

"Britt, don't go doing what I think you're going to do..." Stephanie warned.

Brittney eyed Steph as she reacted about her approaching the desk. She grinned, plotting her rear on the spinning office hair he had. She spun herself around, teasing Stephanie as she knew she was worried about her doing something she shouldn't be doing.

"Oh, look at meee! Are you going to yell at me Steph for having some fun? Ahah~!" She giggled. "I'm surprised this chair is sti-Woah!"

There was a sudden tumble as if something fell over. Something did fall over. It was the chair and Brittney who was once on it. She fell on her side as Stephanie alarmingly got up, running for her.

"Brittney! What the hell!? Are you okay!?" She panicked.

Brittney was more than okay, a bit dizzy considering she carelessly was horsing around. Suppose she deserved this for having too much fun while there was work to be done. Steph kneeled, offering a hand as she knew Brittney looked fine. This could have been worse.

"You're fucking immature and stupid. You know that, right?" She said sternly, offering a hand.

"Ah, stop it. I'm fine. I was just messing around too much is all." She replied.

Brittney accepted her mistake, finally coming to her senses to do something productive since that was the main reason they were here after all. She reached for the hand that Steph offered but something caught her eye as from her perspective, she could see a key that was taped underneath the desk.

Brittney declined the hand that Steph offered, instead, ripping the key off as it was duct taped. This was quite strange considering this wasn't meant to be seen by anyone. It seemed quite intentional. Stephanie didn't say anything at first, raising a brow as she pulled her hand away.

"Is that a key? What's it taped under there?" She crouched, pondering.

"Looks like it. I mean, it is...but for what?"

"Looks like it goes to a safe or a case maybe? I don't think we should be touching that Britt, this is more than what we can probably handle. Report it maybe?" Stephanie suggested.

"Oh no, no, we're not telling anyone about this. I'd say we figure this out. Remember the creepy stuff I mentioned? This could lead to it." Brittney was more than intrigued, she was sold on this investigation. At first, this situation was something she pulled out of her ass. But now? Something bigger was developing. A mysterious key duct taped under a desk?

"If we report it, we get busted for snooping around. So I think we need to shut up about this and figure this out. Wait, hold on..."

"No Brittney, this is more than we can get ourselves into. We can't just start snooping around and play detective. Even if he's a creep, we need to reach out...hey, are you even listening to me!?" She raised her voice.

Brittney began to get up, holding the key as she ripped the rest of the tape off. She walked past Stephanie who was rambling on. In reality, she ignored her but didn't ignore her. She dismissed it. She approached the door that led to the Professor's office connected to the lab, clearly, somewhere students weren't allowed. Stephanie gasped as Brittney opened the door which was already unlocked.

"Oh, no, no we aren't going in there. Britt, that's not smart. You're being a dumbass right now, a dumbass for going in there! You're going to get us in trouble more than we already are!" Stephanie followed.

"Well, the door was already unlocked. Guess he forgot. Or was it ever locked? Come on, he's gone for the night anyway. We can take a look at what we can get and dip. Just in and out. Simple. Just keep watch if you want to be a pussy about it." Brittney said.

The audacity for Brittney to call her out, this girl would do whatever she wanted. It was crazy how she got into this Institute, to begin with. There were many questions Stephanie had, but they would never be answered, especially if involving Brittney. All she had to do was look out for her. Regardless of what Stephanie knew from her right and wrong, she followed, this could lead to something.

"I hope you know Professor Adams isn't going to appreciate any of this. You do realize this, right? This is all reckless, you're always so reckless."

"Oh stop worrying girl, you're always quick to assume the worst. We're going to be out of here by the time he even considers coming back." Brittney rolled her eyes.

The two girls would enter the office, by a flick of a switch, the lights on the ceiling would blare, revealing the familiar white tile flooring and walls that matched the lab. This office space showed the important space that involved Professor Adam. What could be seen was a bookshelf, and an L-shaped desk with a computer on it, turned off. The girls looked around, eyeing if something seemed out of place.

"I don't care. You know this seems wrong, I hate the fact you're so confident getting yourself into places you shouldn't be. Have you ever gone to jail before? Just curious." Stephanie asked.

Brittney laughed, turning around as she shook her head. It was adorable that Stephanie was so concerned about her well-being. That only proved that Stephanie was a good friend and was able to stick with her no matter what.

"You're cute when you get like this. Even though you're so concerned, you're going down with me since you followed me here silly." Brittney smiled, flicking Stephanie's forehead

Stephanie didn't appreciate the flick as her right hand came over to her forehead. She mused about the thought, she really would get busted at this point. Brittney got her on a leash for now, she became quiet as the girls looked around in the room. Nothing looked out of place. They had been searching for a good few minutes.

"Okay, Britt, I think we've had enough in here. Let's get going..."

"Hold on a minute, maybe we aren't looking at the right spot. See that tile right there? Something seems out of place, under the desk."

Brittney dismissed Stephanie as something caught her eye on the tile flooring. A section had seemed to be tampered with. Despite Brittney being a stereotypical blondie, she was clever enough to sniff out something that may lead them in the right direction, whatever they were looking for.

Brittney crouched, then got on her knees with her tooshie sticking out, facing towards Stephanie. In reaction to this, Stephanie looked away as she didn't need to see what Brittney was trying to display.

"...And you found what exactly...?" She had to ask.

Brittney didn't respond, she would pick up a corner of the tile, lifting it and leaning it against the side of the desk. She peeled another tile that popped out, what revealed underneath was a makeshift hole with a small suitcase, enough to hold documents and an object inside.

This did catch Brittney by surprise, even Stephanie who looked over her shoulder, observing as Brittney dared to take the suitcase out with her bare hands. In reality, this didn't feel right for Steph, but could Brittney be right with what she said before?

"...Well are you going to open it?" Steph said, impatiently.

Brittney was surprised to hear that, Steph always showed restraint during times like these. Brittney had no idea what to do or what she should do with this. That's when she held out the key, could this be it? She displayed the key to Steph, nodding as she swallowed, feeling her heart palpitations as she grew anxious with what lay inside the locked case.

With the insert of the key, the suitcase clicked open, this finally confirmed what the key was used for. This suitcase, whatever was inside of it was about to be revealed.

The case opened, showing a set of documents, and pictures that contained numerous people in lab coats, even Professor Adams himself in his younger years. These were things that were never mentioned. The company ' Lab-Co' could be displayed in one of the pictures. Neither of these girls heard about this place before.

"Wow, is that Professor Adam? Look how young he looks. Who are these people? Must be serious stuff if they're wearing lab coats like we do..." Stephanie pointed out.

"Yeah, not sure what this is about. These papers, there's pages and pages but a lot of it is blacked out and scribbled. Not exactly what I was expecting to find." Brittney stated.

The girls exchanged the photos, trying to gather what they could from these old documents. This certainly isn't what any of them expected, it seemed rather harmless what they were snooping into. However, there was one thing that was distinct about this whole discovery. A remote was found at the very bottom under the contents they had already gone through. Brittney investigated as she grabbed the remote.

"Huh? What's this thing? Property of Lab-Co? Never heard of it. Have you Steph?" Brittney asked.

In response, Stephanie shook her head. The remote looked like a silver remote that would belong to a television, one that was as big as Brittney's hand. It had its buttons, but these buttons had arrows that displayed Up and Down directions. There was another green button, another with a circle on it. It was quite confusing as she never used a remote like this before.

"Strange little thing. Hey, do you think he'd notice if we take it? Just curious what it does." Brittney asked.

Stephanie didn't like the idea, no matter what any of this was, it was completely wrong for Brittney to take anything out of this room. She put her foot down, protesting the idea as this was going on too long.

"No, put it back. We're not taking anything out, okay? We didn't find anything that you said and I'm feeling like this was a setup for you to snoop inside." Stephanie said.

"Awe, come on. Fine, I'll put it back. Give me a moment and take a look out for me, okay?" Brittney smiled.

Stephanie stood there, looking down at Brittney who was kneeling on the floor snooping inside the suitcase. She too stared at the remote, it was a weird device, but she didn't want to be involved. She mused, Brittney likely staying true to her word, decided to walk out of the office and kept an eye out.

Brittney was relieved that her friend would listen. This only fueled her to do what she was going to do. She began cleaning everything up, stuffing all the random piles of paper inside the suitcase the best as she could. The pictures she once more analyzed, something about this were interesting. She mused, tapping her chin, and looked at the silver handheld-sized remote. Something about this thing called to her. She had to keep it.

"Return it...? No way, I think I'll see what it does first then I'll think about it..." Brittney whispered

Brittney unwaveringly would begin backstabbing her friend, lying that she would put this item back. Instead, she had her greed take over and was not aware of the potential danger that she held in her hand. She cleaned up the scene, putting the tiles back in place. She still held the key, walking out as she put the remote in the right pocket of her top uniform.

The door would be heard to open, Stephanie looking over as she was looking out for her friend, one that stayed true to her word.

"Any evidence left behind? I don't want to be brought into the office Britt, we should get wrapped up on our homework here."

"Yeah, I know. Just going to tape this key back under his desk again. Otherwise he 'may' find out something is wrong." Brittney said.

Brittney walked her way over to the desk after the office door closed, and the lights turned off. Ideally, everything was back to where it should be. But so many questions remained as to why that case was there. What was the professor hiding? What was that remote? Brittney was on edge, not trying to cause suspicion. The key would be returned when Brittney first found it.

Stephanie sighed, glad that was over. Once they were outside that office, they were at peace once again if someone, especially the Professor walked in at any moment. She eyed over at Brittney, putting trust in her. It wasn't every day that Brittney did the right thing, this time, she did the right thing. She was grateful for it.

"Sure, anything for you." Brittney laughed.

"You know, maybe that was pointless after all. At least we got to know more about our Professor. Maybe we should ask him about his past someday?" She added.

Stephanie walked over to the lab table, sitting on her stool as Brittney would do the same, sitting next to her as well. Stephanie did wonder about the Professor even more. Maybe he wasn't entirely a weird guy, bald, but he might be quite smart considering the discoveries that were made back in that office.

"Well, I wouldn't think it would hurt...seems quite a bit of a random question too. Think he would catch on to that?" Stephanie shrugged,

Brittney would likely forget to ask the question regardless. But for now, both girls began to start what they were supposed to do, the homework.

For the next two hours, they would work and work. They wrapped up what needed to get done.

At this time the sun beginning to set, and the orange glow would glaze through the windows, reflecting through the classroom to emphasize the glow even more. It was the sign of time to head home.

"Well Britt, we finally did it. Even after all that bullshit you pulled. Thank you for actually sticking through this." Stephanie congratulated them as they began to depart out of the room.

"Oh, please. I always had it in me, you know that." She laughed with a playful arm slap.

"Ah, well, you learn something new every day I guess. Anyway, I'm heading out now. See you tomorrow at class, yeah?" She gave a nod as the bag swung over her shoulder. "Also say hi to your brother for me!"

"Yeah, tomorrow. Fun. My brother? I'll make sure to tell Trey," Brittney replied.

The two girls began to walk down the hall, giving a wave as they went their ways. Brittney was able to not raise any suspicions as she went behind her friend's back. It was a shame,

Stephanie was genuinely proud that she kept her word, but that only became an utter lie. Brittney walked down the halls, entered the lockers in front of the school, and began to switch her loafers to the old white Converse shoes she had. Her black sock-covered toes would wiggle their way in as she slammed her feet down a few times, her feet finally locked inside the shoes. Brittney walked, leaving the building.

A block down she kept walking, eventually pulling out the remote from her pocket. She observed the unusual device. So many secrets to be revealed, she could do anything with it, whatever it did. Her first assumption it was for some sort of television or perhaps a futuristic vehicle. She pressed the buttons a few times, but it did nothing as of right now. It could be junk?

All Brittney knew she had a new remote. The problem was to operate it. Little did Brittney know, this remote had an unimaginable power. It was only up to her how to treat this power when that time came.

Powers Revealed

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Wednesday, 6:01 AM

The next morning would arrive and the sun began to shine through the bedroom that belonged to Brittney. She sprawled out, drooling on herself as she began to wake. Her sleep was rather restless for half the night. Tossing and turning, rather feeling anxious about a lot of things.

It was a new day, a new day to force herself to get ready and contribute to society someday once graduation had passed. She just needed a few more credits and finally got that degree for her nursing. She just had to get all these secondary classes out of the way which she failed a few times already. She had been retaking this science class for Mr. Adams two times now, this had to be the last. The third time was the charm.

After a hot steamy shower, getting her uniform all ready, and combing her hair, she was ready to go out and display herself to the world, or rather, the numerous classrooms she was going to be walking to hour by hour. How fun.

After her uniform was fitted, she couldn't help but remember what she encountered last night. So much was revealed. She brought the remote with her in the bathroom, just making sure it wasn't messed with at all. She had yet to discover the significance of this device. She continued to take it with her, pocketing it as she walked out of the bathroom.

She opened her door and walked down the hallway as she descended downstairs. Brittney didn't live by herself, it was rather expensive and this town wasn't the best when it came to apartments, she lived with her parents still. Her mother was typically a stay-at-home but still had a part-time job while her dad was away for his business trips. As for Brittney's brother, he worked, not enough, she sees him on his ass at home more than actually working. How annoying after what she tried to achieve. She reached the ground floor, stepping on the wooden finished flooring with her fresh clean black socks as she was ready to put her Converse shoes on, that's when a voice called out behind her.

"Are you skipping breakfast hun?" A mature and yet motherly voice called to her.

Brittney turned around and noticed her mother who was at the kitchen table, seeming to prep breakfast already. The blonde hair she had was similar to Brittney's hair, it was safe to say she was a lot like mother and daughter.

Brittney felt a bit guilty to say no but she needed to get to school in a timely matter. She wasn't on time as she usually was, hopefully, her mother would understand this. She was too tired to even put much care into this conversation as her eyes were still feeling heavy.

"Ah, gee, sorry Mom but I should get going, let Trey have my share." Brittney offered.

"Giving your food to your brother? Are you sick?" Mom raised a brow.

"No? Sorry Mom but I'm in a bit of a hurry..." Brittney stated. "I got up later than usual as you can see."

Brittney began to fit her shoes on, tying them as she was prepared to leave the house and walk her way to the Academy. Her Mom looked slightly peeved considering she made breakfast over nothing. Surely her brother will compensate, hopefully.

"If it helps I'll have some when I get home for leftovers, okay? I just...running a little late is all." Brittney added.

Her mother only gave a nod, being mad at her daughter because of breakfast would be silly, but she could at least understand the situation. Still, she had to make a suggestion that may annoy Brittney.

"If you went to bed earlier, you wouldn't be late otherwise. I love you, sweetie, have a good day." She smiled.

Brittney certainly felt those words as they annoyed her. She tried to sleep the best she could. Maybe this remote she found had a setting to mute people. That would be amazing. She gave a wave, walking out as she made her way to the school.

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Wednesday 7:22 AM

The hallways began to crowd, students would be rushing around to reach their first destination, the first period of the day. Brittney was dragging her feet, feeling that she could go for more of that Latte. She didn't get the time to stop, Stephanie wasn't anywhere to be found either to get her one.

She held onto her bag that swung over her shoulder, making her way to her first class, one of her side classes she needed to complete for graduation. This would be her communication class, a dreadful class where you often did presentations in front of people.

The warning bell rang, and she sat down on her assigned seating next to the window where she could still see the condensation formed on the window. She got one of the better seating's as she was in the far back corner of the class and only a guy named Isaac sat in front of her, beside her, there was nobody. She couldn't be bothered if anyone tried. Conveniently she just had the best seat in the class in her eyes.

She sat there, the Isaac guy with short brown hair came beside her as she glimpsed up at the moment. He sat down, gathering his items together as much of the peers of hers did.

Isaac decided to spark a conversation with he as he turned around with his head, he always was the first to say something to her. She treasured the attention either way.

"Seems you were running late today Brittney, surprised you beat me here." He commented as his blue eyes made contact with her.

"Me? Well, how do you know that?" She said. "Were you stalking me or something...?" She leaned more back in her chair.

"Stalking? Fuck no, I just saw you hauling ass on the crosswalk when I was getting off the bus. Figured you were in a hurry." He replied

"...Right...apologies then. Well, yes, I was running a little late. Glad you took notice and care about my well-being.." She smirked.

"Yeah, like I care." He laughed "Just making sure you pass the year is all, you'll need the help. You can thank me later."

Brittney was about to think of something else to say, the final bell had rung, interrupting her thought. She only crossed her arms and sighed with an eye roll. It was clear she wasn't too fond of that final comment. The dude came off as a dick in her mind.

"That better not be an insult asshole." She muttered.

After the brief shenanigans ended between the two students, the class would now be in session. Professor Maddie would begin her teaching. The brown-haired middle-aged woman would pace around the class, reading off her binder with numerous notes of lectures. Her brown heels clunked around the tile flooring. The nylons she wore would stretch above her legs, wearing a black skirt and a white sweater. The woman continued her lecture with a lack of interruptions as things were expected to be.

Half an hour would pass and Brittney would feel the boredom in her mind starting to take over. Her eyes still felt heavy considering her sleep last night. She looked down at her desk, her textbook being open, notebook being opened with several notes, some being just sloppy-halfassed writing. She clicked her mechanical pencil a few times, tapping her pen, doing anything just to pass the time as the Professor kept lecturing.

Brittney then decided to mess up the remote a little bit more, pulling it out of her pocket. She paid attention to her surroundings the Professor and other students, especially Isaac as he was the closet. Getting this remote confiscated or noticed by anyone else was something she didn't want.

Her fingers fiddled with the remote, it continued to entertain her, pressing a few of the buttons as nothing worked. Isaac took a glimpse behind him, she hid the remote down in her lap, giving a glare at the guy from his previous comments. He stared forward again as she would bring the remote above her desk. That's when the unexpected happened.

The front end of the remote would send a blue laser beam that could easily be missed in the blink of an eye, hitting the back of Isaac as it would seem he just vanished out of thin air!?

Brittney stood up from shock as her chair and desk moved, gasping as she caused a scene resulting in the Professor stopping and tilting her glasses while most of the other students in the class were staring right at her. Nobody took notice that Isaac was disintegrated into nothing!

"Holy shit, holy fuck...holy shit...what do you say? What do I do? What do I do!?" Her mind raced.

"Miss Brittney, care to explain you stood up to cause a scene in my class?" The Professor asked, taking her glasses off.

Brittney swallowed, pocketing her remote right after the instance happened. Everything happened so fast that Isaac vanished out of thin air as if he didn't exist in the first place. Brittney had to think of something quick. She had an idea, make it sound urgent. Maybe the Professor would understand, it was worth a shot.

"I...I have an emergency, may I be excused for a moment please..?" Her voice sounded distressed, she did her best attempt to stay strong.

The Professor did not take notice that Isaac was missing at this moment, her attention was on Brittney who was causing a scene that she had never expected in her years of teaching. However, female to female, she must understand the emergency, assuming it had to be woman-related and needed to attend the restroom. The Professor gave a nod, giving Brittney the approval to be dismissed. Brittney made her way out of the classroom, she dashed out of the hall as the Professor redirected everyone to focus lecture once more. Some may have noticed that Isaac was missing, his stuff was on his desk, nowhere to be seen. Some students began to whisper, unsure of what happened.

Brittney would make her dash to the closet bathroom that she could think of. Brittney's body was full of adrenaline, she couldn't perform or coherently do any task at the moment. Her body was in a pure fight-or-flight response. She ran to the sink, not minding her surroundings as she splashed water on her face.

She stared at herself in the mirror while the water faucet ran, she looked at her hands as they trembled aggressively as she raised them to her face. It was clear that something was wrong with her. Is this was peak anxiety felt like?

"Did he vanish? Did I kill him...?" She asked herself.

She began to bring out the remote as she looked at it, unsure of what she could do with it. This thing was cursed. She couldn't just get rid of it, she had to figure out what she did. If she did admit what she stole, Stephanie would be mad at her. Professor Adams would find out about her thievery on top of it!

"I am so fucked. I am so fucked!" She whispered.

Brittney had to get to the bottom of this. She had to take charge like yesterday in that very science lab. But why would Professor Adams have such a device that would make people disappear? This made no sense. This meant something bigger was happening.

After a good twenty minutes, the bell was about to ring. She waited in the bathroom stall to avoid seeing anyone from that class period. So much embarrassment she brought to herself. She wouldn't use this remote again, not touch any buttons unless it were a random object other than a living person.

The bell rang, and the halls filled once more with students moving to the next class. Brittney walked among the crowd, hiding her shame as she looked down at her brown loafers. She was minding where she was stepping.

At least, she reached the classroom where everyone from that period left already, while there was Isaac's stuff left on the desk, his bag down on the floor. She didn't know what happened, she felt on edge. She was trembling again just by the thoughts.

"Brittney, are you okay?" A voice called out to her.

Brittney jumped, turning as it was the Professor who stood next to her, worried about her. The Professor looked over at Isaac's desk and chair which was no longer occupied. Her direction shifted to Brittney who began to speak.

"N-No, nothing, I just had a...bathroom emergency is all. I have been..."

The girl was stuck on her lie, what did she say to get herself out of this? This was yet another curveball lie. This was about to become awkward.

"Had a urgency that was bathroom related..."

The Professor had her arms crossed, she had a serious look on her face as her glasses slid down, the woman then began to show less of a serious look. It shifted to a more of a supportive smile, understanding the situation now. She assumed it had to be something serious, she excused it only this time.

"I understand, no need to explain further." She replied.

Brittney was clever at this moment. She didn't consider herself a mastermind when it came to lying, this one was likely the best one she had made. It was fortunate. She was able to save herself from that sudden outburst of action.

"Do you know what happened to Isaac by any chance? You're sitting behind him, aren't you? I recall counting him as part of the attendance list, his stuff is here." The Professor added.

"Fuck." Brittney mentally said.

"Eh? Uhm, I think he said he had to go do something. He didn't come back since then...that was...moments before...my incident. I wouldn't know otherwise...I thought he was excused?" Brittney played dumb.

"No, he was not excused. It seems that he left unexcused. I will investigate it further, please head to your next class. I'll write you an excused late slip." The Professor said.

The Professor began to gather his things and some of the other students from the next period began to fill the room as Brittney was given a slip. A few girls came around talking to one another. One with black hair in a ponytail started to walk where Isaac's desk was, Mika was her name. She dumped her textbooks on the desk, causing it to shake as she began to take a seat where Isaac once was. All Brittney could hope was that Isaac was in a better place, unaware of what that remote did to him.

Brittney walked to her next class, remembering the events that occurred from that hour. It left a scar in her, trying to focus the best as she could, hopefully, to get this school day wrapped up as quickly as possible. She wishes she could talk to Stephanie about this. That wasn't possible considering how upset she would be when she found out Brittney kept the remote behind her back.

- - -

Wednesday 12:17 PM

Half the day passed, and Brittney continued to feel anxious from the morning. Lunchtime would roll around and she would sit out in the courtyard area that would be secluded where most other students would be around. Today, she chose to eat in peace. Typically Stephanie was there for Brittney when it came to lunch time. Today, she wanted to avoid her.

Brittney couldn't stomach to eat much, all she had was an apple, eating it halfway to its core. It was essentially all she could eat. She couldn't help but think how awkward and stressful it was going to be when walking into that classroom again.

Brittney looked at the remote as she pulled it out, she admitted she was glued to this thing despite how dangerous it was. She recalled what she thought in the bathroom, trying it out on an object. That's when her blue eyes shifted to the apple she bit, maybe this would be a good test?

She left the apple on the table she was sitting at, eyeing around if there was anyone around. The coast was clear. She aimed the remote, pressing the up arrow key a few times, but it did nothing. She tried to remember what she had done.

"Was it green two times? Press up or the circle button...?" She muttered.

She held the green button, the tip of the remote would flicker once, her eyes opened, seeing progress had been made. The remote didn't trigger anything yet. Brittney assumed it was on. The problem was she still couldn't figure out a few of the other buttons. After spamming the up arrows, she finally gave it a go.

She took a deep breath, looking the other way.

The flash of blue light would once again trigger, a laser beam zapping the apple as it slowly shrunk in size, much different than the effect she witnessed what happened to Isaac.

Brittney gasped, observing her apple shrink down in size. It only became smaller and smaller. Her head lowered, watching the apple shrink down a few inches, her eyes had been deceiving her. Her hands began to tremble again, looking at her hands as she put the remote down. Her hands began to form into a fist as she got control of herself.

"This remote makes things smaller? No way..." She was in complete shock.

Brittney may have just realized what she did, even worse, she began to puzzle about what may have happened to Isaac. Her body became numb. That guy didn't vanish. He shrunk down in size! Quickly Brittney began to stand up.

"Hey, Brittney-!" A voice called behind her.

"Wah-! Holy fucking shit!" Brittney screamed, falling back down on the bench.

Stephanie finally caught up to her friend who had been sitting away with everyone. She wasn't sure why Brittney was out here, or what she was doing. She just came around the corner to look for her. Stephanie held her hands out, worried to death about her friend.

"Ah-Are you okay? Did I scare you that bad?" Stephanie asked.

"What? No of course not! I was just minding my own business." Brittney stated.

"Business of avoiding me? At least it feels like that." Steph replied. "Is something wrong? I'm just worried about you. I heard about something this morning but I don't know what it's about."

Brittney got her confirmation that word got out from her excitement. This was bad. Her public image had been left a stain. Now everyone is going to think she was a spaz.

"Fuck me." She said. "Does everyone know about that now?"

"What do you mean?" Steph asked.

"I had a heat of a moment, it's nothing. Just some fucked up shit is all. I don't think you'd understand anyway if I told you..." Brittney stared away.

Stephanie began to take a seat next to her, this alarmed Brittney and she sat up as well. She put her elbow on the table, putting her arm over the remote to keep it hidden from Stephanie.

"...I still don't get what you mean. What happened? C'mon, I'm your friend, if you need to vent I'm here for you." Stephanie left a smile, putting a hand on her shoulder.

Brittney clamped her teeth together, her tongue rolling inside her mouth as she was unsure what to reveal about the remote and its recent discoveries. She was on edge for numerous reasons. Starting with the guy, her sudden excitement, and the discovery of what the remote does. On top of that, the reaction of Stephanie once she found out about the remote in her friend's possession.

"If I told you, you wouldn't get it. I'm sure you wouldn't like to hear about it anyway."

"Why won't you just tell me? Is it guy trouble? Girl trouble? What? Can't ask a guy out?" Stephanie asked.

"Bitch what the fuck? No! Not any of the" Brittney snapped, taking a heavy sigh. She lifted her arm, exposing the remote.

There was a moment of silence, Stephanie took slight offense about being called a bitch, but there were bigger things to be mad about. Her trust is broken. Brittney was well aware of what was going to come, hopefully, Stephanie wouldn't make a scene out of it. That was the last thing she needed.

"What the fuck Britt!?" Stephanie stood up, raising her voice.

"Ah, fuck, there it is." Brittney rolled her eyes, raising her hand. She was well prepared of this moment

"You took the fucking remote after I told you to leave it behind? After I trusted you!?" Steph continued. "Unbelievable! Why do you have that!? You shouldn't be taking that"

"Are you going to keep yapping or are you going to cause a scene to get both of us in trouble!?" She stood, putting a hand over her lips.

Stephanie became silent once her friend's hand came over her mouth, leaving a good point that if Brittney got busted, so did she. Brittney had her on a leash, it was a pain in the ass for her. The girl was smart knowing Stephanie was a student who didn't want to be involved in conflicts, she took her reputation seriously. It was up to Brittney if she wanted to fix this.

"Throw me under the bus, huh? Un-fucking-believable!" Steph growled.

"Relax, you don't need to worry about it. I suppose you want me to explain? Honestly, I don't know how I can...it...it fucked me up at first when it happened." Brittney tried to convince.

"I don't know what you're getting at. What did you do?" Stephanie asked.

Brittney breathed, taking a step back, grabbing the remote as she held it safe with her, as she planned to do from now on. She scratched the side of her head. She looked around, lowering her voice.

"This thing shrinks things..." Brittney whispered

Stephanie was waiting for an explanation, but what Brittney explained to her was unimaginable. She didn't even believe her. But what if she told the truth?

"...What...? She looked at her as if she was going insane. "That's impossible. How the fuck do you even know that?" She asked.

"Well, I just...tried it on my apple...come here and see..." She gestured for her to come closer, pointing at the table.

"See, that apple was mine and this fucking remote did this." She said with excitement, her voice shaking. Brittney was very excited to explain this to her friend. She tried her best to keep her voice low.

Stephanie couldn't believe it, an apple this small? No, she had to be fucked with. She had to see this happen in action to believe this. Still, she would use her forefingers to grasp the shrunken apple that was a few inches, bringing it up to her face.

"This doesn't convince me," Stephanie said as voice levels became normal, shaking her head. Although, she wanted to see the results of this device being used in action. She swallowed. "Show me what it does." She dared Brittney.

Brittney raised a brow, surprised that Steph would encourage her to use the remote. Something had to be done to fully convince Stephanie. Brittney had to do it. She had to use the remote again. Brittney began looking around, seeing what she could shrink. She had to think of something.

"You see an apple this small? Okay, Steph. Put it down on the concrete and I'll show you." Brittney instructed. She bit her lip, excited to show her friend about this. Stephanie complied, her eyes eying at Brittney and the apple she held with her fingers, placing it down on the sidewalk as she took a few steps back. Her black loafers soles dragged with the sidewalk due to not picking up her feet fully. She gave a small nod, looking at Brittney to start her performance.

Brittney waited for her friend to move out of the way, looking around to see if any eyes were peering at them. That's when she initiated the plan, shrinking the apple once more. The remote would once again shoot a blue laser beam, hitting the apple as it became smaller and smaller. It was harder to see. Once again it was non-existent like the boy Brittney shrunk earlier.

As a result of this, Stephanie's eyes showed genuine fear and horror but strangely fascinated by the presentation that was displayed. That apple vanished? Stephanie began to get on her knees where the apple once was, looking down. She couldn't believe it. She looked up at Brittney who was looking down at her with a smug expression on her face. She was proud to fascinate Stephanie for once.

"Well? What do you think?" Brittney said, putting her right hand on her hip, toying the remote with her left hand.

"W-What-Where is it? Is it gone? What...What the fuck...?" Stephanie trembled over her words, unsure what to say or react to. Brittney swallowed, hoping what she asked next wasn't related to the morning. Stephanie began to stand, putting a left arm across her chest to rub her shoulder.

"Was this...part of the morning incident I heard about? Please don't tell me. What did you do Britt?" Steph asked.

Brittney didn't know how to say this without causing an alarm, she was confident to say that she accidentally shrunk Isaac and is now somewhere in this school, that is, if still alive. Her eyes wandered, trying to think of the best elaborate and best explanation she could without freaking Stephanie out. Stephanie demanded an answer, Brittney finally opened her mouth, keeping her voice low.

"I fucked up a little bit, well, more than a little, literally. I may of...shrunk a guy in front of me and...I now just recently realized that he's very tiny and...not sure where he is now..." Stephanie said with a little bit of guilt and a strong shrug.

Stephanie became tense, hearing that her friend really shrunk some guy and was now lost in the school somewhere. Stephanie felt dizzy, having to take a seat as her arm came over her head. This had to be an illegal act, right?

"...Oh god..." Stephanie said with disappointment. "No you fucking didn't...and what made you realize this now?" She looked up at Britt.

Brittney sat down next to her, trying to help Stephanie not fall over. At least she was taking this better than she expected unless she was going to hear more of this later. Regardless, she was preparing for it.

"I thought I vaporized him, honestly." She chuckled "Then with the apple thing...I just realized he may have shrunk." Brittney told the truth although it sounded like a made-up excuse.

"Are you saying he shrunk like 'Honey I Shrunk The Kids' style?" Steph asked.

"Well, I will say that's a nice reference but I guess so?" Brittney replied, nodding her head, and shrugging.

"...How small is he...?" Stephanie continued to ask.

"No idea never saw him just like that apple there. I touched the arrow keys up with the apple a lot of times, he might be smaller than an ant?" Brittney said with uncertainty. "He's like... nonexistent when it happened."

Stephanie continued to feel tense, not sure how to treat this situation. They were so fucked. They were screwed. Brittney stole something from the Professor when she should have just left it alone! The bigger picture was why this device was in his possession, to begin with! Stephanie began to stand up once more, getting on her knees to find the apple, or rather an attempt to. She had been on the ground on all fours, her exposed knees from her skirt pressing into the warm sidewalk. She glided her feminine and yet delicate fingers against the surface. Eventually, her finger hit something, like a rock, but it was red. She began reaching over her bag, digging inside as she had a pencil case with a magnifying glass for Science class. She used it to scope the scene.

"There it is!" She said with awe. This alarmed Brittney to come over to take a look, taking hold of the magnifying glass. "You made it small where you can barely see it from the naked eye Britt! This isn't good! You're putting yourself in danger!" Stephanie warned.

Brittney put a finger on her friend's lip to shush her, physically telling her to keep her mouth shut. She then snagged the magnifying glass and took a peak herself. She too was surprised how small the apple was now. Smaller than an ant for sure.

"Huh. That's pretty fucking crazy. That must mean I can double-dip the shrinking's or did I just press the down arrows on accident?" Brittney asked herself.

"We're going to fix this. No, wait, you're going to fix this! You need to find him and fix him!" She said, eyeing the magnifying glass in her friend's hand. "...And you got the tool to find him! There you go."

"Huh? What makes you think I'm going to find him? I just found out what this remote does Steph!" Britney explained, looking at the magnifying glass in her hand. "The fuck is this going to do? I don't even know where he is!"

Stephanie continued to think about what the next course of action would be. Brittney used that remote to shrink someone, finding them and growing them shouldn't be too hard, right? That was the problem, finding them wouldn't be an easy task.

"Did anyone else find out about this? Where did he shrink? Or like, where exactly did you shrink him?" Stephanie asked, standing back up as Brittney followed suit.

"No, I don't plan to tell anyone about this," Brittney stated, beginning to think where the poor guy might be. She then tilted her head to the side, a little worried by the thought of what might've happened to him.

"Well, I shrunk him at his desk. I'm going to assume he shrunk in the chair and..." Brittney began scratching the back of her head, fluffing her hair a little. "I noticed some chick sat in that chair before I left the classroom..."

Stephanie listened to what Brittney said, where this guy might be. It was clear Stephanie knew what the right thing was. But from the news she was given, her eyes were wide, terrified, and unsure what to say. She assumed the worst that the guy might've gotten sat on.

"So are you saying...the guy..." Stephanie rolled out her hand, trying to gesture as she said her next line of words in the least awkward way possible. "The guy got...sat on by a girl and she probably didn't even know about it...? Oh my god." Stephanie turned around, putting a hand over her mouth with a light gasp.

Brittney pondered the thought. Did that guy Isaac get sat on? The more she thought about it, the more ridiculous and kind of humorous it came to be. She laughed a little, finding it a bit funny.

"Hey, he might've been given the best lap dance? You think he'd be around still to tell the tale to his friends?" Brittney spoke up.

Stephanie instantly turned to her, furious, approaching her as she pointed a finger at her chest. She wasn't having it. Even if Brittney had the power, she still spoke against her actions and comments.

"Are you kidding me? You put a guy's fucking life in danger and you want to sit here and make comments about him getting a fucking lap dance!? That's...that's appalling!" Stephanie raised her voice, grabbing her friend's hand. "You need to fix this! Find him! Anything! Do you realize how much shit we're going to be in when this gets out!? Please!" She begged.

Brittney showed no remorse with her comment. She was a girl who didn't treat most situations seriously, which was problematic. That trait continued to show. Her friend would point and then grab her friend, getting her to change her ways quickly before things became too bad for her. At least, Brittney broke, accepting Stephanie's request.

"Alright, alright! I'll fucking...look for him!" She'd yank her hand away, rubbing where her friend touched. The annoyance was visible in her tone and expression. "I'll do it during study hall, does that convince you enough that I'll fix this?

"For once I agree with your decision." She said, adding more to her request as her arms folded. "You're also returning that remote. If I have to watch you do it, I will. Understand?"

Brittney didn't like the idea that Stephanie suggested. She was suggesting for her to get rid of this tool, the device, the device that had the power to it. This further convinced Brittney that Stephanie was going to be problematic at some point.

"Sure, I'll do what you ask this time." Brittney already convinced herself that wasn't going to fly. She did her best to comply despite her inner demons speaking against her friend's decision. Stephanie looked at her watch, pointing at the time that was displayed, it was about time to head off to the next period. Brittney began collecting her napkins and school bag as she began her study hall period.

Stephanie wasn't convinced by how Brittney responded, noticing she wasn't sounding she was going to comply with what she asked. This was troublesome, concerning even. Stephanie deep down was afraid, staring at the remote that was in her friend's hand as they walked. So much power. Potential repercussions to be considered. She had to get that remote away from her. But she was afraid to.

"See you at Science then? You will report everything to me?" Stephanie asked as they walked together, walking inside the halls, holding a book up to her chest, arms wrapped around it for secure transport.

Brittney walked beside her friend, not staring back at her as her mind was elsewhere as she pocketed the handheld device. She smiled, looking at her friend who was already shorter than her just by a few inches, patting her head in a playful manner, which was ironic considering the situation they were dealing with.

"Yes, I'll report back to you. I'll fix this, trust me." She smiled, Stephanie giving a nod with a smile as well. A final wave was given as they split their paths, as soon as Brittney turned a blind corner to continue her day, her smile faded. Her mind was already set...

She wasn't giving up this remote even if her friend tried to pry it from her cold dead hands.

Isaac is a guy who would take risks and look for rewards with his efforts. He was a guy who strived to make his parents proud regarding education. You could assume he was a 'Goody two shoes' regarding his behavior. He fell in line and never went out of his way to cause trouble. At most, he was a guy that was a smartass from time to time. The other he got, the worse he got with it. Overall, he almost got along with everyone as far as the guy was aware.

Isaac had been sitting in his communication class, who sat behind him was Brittney. The blonde girl that he always would assume was a ditzy girl, not just because she was a blonde. He loved messing with her sometimes, although his jokes came off quite misinterpreted to be hostile. He recalled what he said earlier, the whole '"just making sure you pass the year is all, you'll need the help. You can thank me later" comment. He felt like he came off more as a dick than anything. Although he wasn't entirely wrong either, she was a girl who slacked off and didn't try a lot. Did he need to apologize? She'll probably forget about it by the next period.

The guy leaned back on his chair as the Professor continued the lecture, it had been over a half hour since class started. This became a drag, sharing the same annoyance as Brittney who sat behind him the whole time. It was a mutual agreement that this class was one of the worst in the mornings. At least the class was halfway over, smooth sailing so far on this fine Wednesday.

Isaac became restless as he idly tapped his black dress shoes on the tile flooring, enough where he could create his beat without disturbing anyone. He turned his head to the window, then turned back at Brittney as she seemed restless too. One thing he came to notice, they shared the same eye color, neat. One detail he randomly thought about. Isaac turned his head again, staring back at the Professor so he didn't get called out for not paying attention to the lecture. The unexpected would happen.

By a flash of light, Isaac blinked, his vision fading as his self-awareness left him in a temporary vegetable state. His mind reacted, but his physical movements could not. His vision was blurry as he received a new outlook on things thanks to Brittney, however, Isaac did not know the exact cause or the reason for what just happened to him. The man fell on his side, feeling a warm and yet hard surface underneath him. The blue desk chair that he once sat on was a whole new landscape for him. The realization occurred that he just shrunk to an unfortunate size. Being at a size smaller than an ant.

His vision came clear once more, a pounding headache followed as Brittney made his body ache from the constant shrinking that happened. The man looked around, eyeing the students, the chair, the desk, everything around him was enlarged at an insane scale, a scale that he wouldn't be seen easily by the naked eye.

"What...what happened? Where am I? P-Professor? B-Brittney!?" The tiny guy called out, scared as he was shaking.

Isaac felt the chair vibrate as a loud scraping was heard that was caused by Brittney. The man covered his ears, the voices from the distance from the Professor and Brittney were overwhelming.

"Miss Brittney, care to explain you stood up to cause a scene in my class?" A loud and deep feminine voice called out.

"I...I have an emergency, may I be excused for a moment please..?" Another female voice spoke out who belonged to Brittney

These two voices were loud and audible, very distinctive as it was hard to comprehend what was happening. Isaac was able to see Brittney from behind the chair considering how tall she stood compared to him, she stormed off in a hurry, her feet making thunderous sounds and tremors as she woke away.

"Wait! Brittney! Wait! Someone!? Does anyone hear me?" Isaac yelled, cupping his hands over his mouth to carry his voice farther away. Alas, that did nothing. The man truly was stuck on a chair right now. He yet did not consider how dangerous this was.

Isaac was left alone in the dark, unsure what happened or why this happened to begin with. Everything happened so fast. He ran to the other side of the chair where the aisle was for the desks and hoped someone walked by. Once again, disappointment struck as that did not happen. The Professor did not even bat an eye that Isaac went missing.

"What is going on? What do I even do? Can anyone even hear me? This has to be a bad dream, oh my god. I have to be dreaming. My phone is in my bag, I can't call for help if I try!" Isaac panicked, putting his hands over his head, he had to think of something quickly, sadly, his options were currently limited. Being on a scale smaller than an ant is troubling, not able to get where you need to go in a timely matter.

Isaac continued to analyze his situation, pacing around back and forth even sitting down as his arms came around his shoulders as he rocked himself. Isaac admitted that this might've just been the scariest situation he had ever been in. But how was he going to get himself out of this was unknown. Hell, he wanted to know how this happened to begin with!

- - -

Wednesday, 8:35 AM

Isaac had continued to pace around the plastic chair, feeling the surface no longer being warm as it once was. It was crazy to say his ass was keeping himself warm for the time being. The world around him began to go cold. Wearing a short sleeve dress shirt was a mistake all things considered. If only he could plan this ahead of time, especially for what came next.

The class would be about to wrap up, the bell would ring for the dismissal of students, naturally, this would make Issac follow suit with everyone. Although Isaac was able to adapt to the voices that spoke from the distance, the bell was enough Isaac fell to the floor, dazed from the loud sound. This was hell, the man screamed, his ears ringing afterward as everything began to shake all around him. All the students that walked around caused Isaac to overstimulate.

A familiar figure returned was Brittney, the girl who was the reason for this. She was the reason why he was stuck here, to begin with. A loud clunking sound approached the heels of the brown heels that were worn by Professor Maddie. The two girls confronted one another next to his very desk.

The concerned Professor expressed her concerns with Brittney, asking if she was okay. Brittney responded that it was bathroom-related. Isaac couldn't give a rat's ass what Brittney's reason was for running out of class, he needed up and these two females were standing right in front of him. He looked up, jumping up and down, waving his hands around frantically.

"Hey! Down here! Professor, Brittney! Fucking down here! Look down!" Isaac screamed. The two females kept talking over him as if he didn't exist. Maybe he just didn't exist to them? Professor Maddie began to look down at the desk, then the chair as she directly stared down at Isaac with her brown eyes. Her head turned, staring at Brittney.

"Do you know what happened to Isaac by any chance? You're sitting behind him, aren't you? I recall counting him as part of the attendance list, his stuff is here." Spoke to the Professor.

That sentence from the Professor shot him through the heart. The sense of dread, fear, anxiety. She was looking down at him, she didn't care to notice.

Isaac fell on his knees, almost having the urge to scream as if this was it. Was he destined to be stuck in this chair? He shook his head, standing up again as he ran towards the edge of the chair the fast as he could. He was even more mad by the fact the Professor started to move his things without his permission. She reached over, Isaac too looking above as her cleavage would give a display, especially from the sweater she wore. Still, he was afraid of what was happening, this was a temporary bliss of things.

"Professor...!" He said one more time, she grabbed his stuff, and he tried to reach for her, his hands extending out as her movements were too fast, too quick to react. He was left alone as the footsteps of the two females faded to the other end of the room.

Other students began to stroll in, the earthquake sensations came in full force once again. The chatter from the halls would be heard, the wooden door opening as a group of girls walked in, chatting with one another. Isaac didn't consider where he was, on a chair, at an empty desk thanks to his Professor. His fate was going to be either a curse or a blessing depending you look at it.

A girl with black hair entered the room, Mika. A girl with black hair tied in a ponytail. She was one of the girls that was part of the volleyball team. She laughed, walking aside from Brittney as she walked over to the empty desk, dropping her books on the desk caused it to shake. This alarmed Isaac, causing him to lose his balance and fall on his side. He looked up in horror as the gigantic girl was looming over him.

"H-Hey wait! This seat is already taken! This seat is already taken!" Isaac said, standing up as she turned her rear towards him as she chatted with her friends, dropping her bag on the floor as it caused yet another tumor. Whoever this chick was, she was too big for Isaac to handle. Still, he observed the ass she had, not the biggest out there, but generous it was considering his current size.

With less hesitation, her legs came over the chair as the girl was preparing to sit. Isaac looked up, running from whatever direction he could as suddenly her weight came crashing down. He fell once more, his legs not having it anymore. The immense weight of the girl would sit down on the chair, causing violent creaking as the metal bars would be put under stress from the girl's weight. Her thighs trapped him from each side, he was trapped.

Isaac panted, bringing his upper body up as he couldn't believe he survived that. Looking up he noticed the girl who would be leaning over him, her elbows resting on the desk while her feet idly played down on the floor. Isaac couldn't believe where he stood. His little blue eyes scanned her body and down to her skirt. Panties, that was the next thing he saw.

He swallowed, his eyes fixated on the upskirt that Mika was unaware of displaying from her seating position. The view was magnificent for Isaac. The panties were pink with heart designs on them, and a pink bow that was attached from above. Naturally, this excited him. This might've been the most mesmerizing for him.

"That's gotta' be the biggest pussy I have ever seen..." Isaac declared, panting as if he had gone rabid. This undoubtedly would be unlike him to express his thoughts.

Isaac stood, looking around once more, then gazed up at Mika. She was monumental just because of her current size compared to the tiny guy. Isaac shifted, tilting his head back straight ahead as he stared at those pink panties.

"Should I...? I...I mean...it's wrong but...god, I don't know what happened but this might be my first time to feel what it's like..." Isaac whispered. The little guy continued to think, taking a few steps forward, he knew this was perverted, beyond what he ever envisioned. He went for it and took the risk.

Isaac walked, beginning to enter the cave that was provided by the plaided black and blue skirt that Mika wore, the panties between the colors emphasized by its contrast. This only encouraged Isaac to gawk at it more. Just walking between her thighs, the warmth of her body increased, causing an awe sensation for Isaac. He could stay down here all day if he had to. The deeper he went, the more of an aroma detected as Isaac took a whiff. The erection in his pants began to take form.

Isaac kept going, reaching the point where Mika's thighs would end, meeting where the panties in front of him began to tower the closer he got. He lifted his head as he observed the stitching of the fabric. It was as if the pink panties went up for miles and miles. His tiny eyes widened, a smile forming on his face as this was considerably the most praiseworthy thing he had ever witnessed! The stitches, the seams of the panties, the gigantic prints of the hearts on the panties, cute as they were, he admired what Mika wore. The smell, the aroma that came from her body would lure him in deeper.

Isaac no longer cared about consent at this point, he hardly knew who this girl was, not even knowing her name. Just dealing with the fact what he was witnessing was better than any porno that any guy took a look at, this was heaven. Isaac lost track of time, not realizing what was going on from the outside world. He had been on his adventure for a long duration and ultimately was a mistake on his part.

The man began climbing onto her panties, trying to see what he could get himself into. He scaled up, using the warm fabric to the best of his ability. It was fortunate for Isaac he had been good at his rock-climbing skills from previous gym units. Things went well until a sudden shift occurred. Mika's name would be called out by the Professor. In response, the girl nodded and began to stand, walking to the front of the class to give her presentation.

Isaac noticed Mika began to stand up, this was alarming all things considered if he fell, he could instantly die. No, that can't happen! He held on to her panties for dear life, screaming as he saw her black loafers step on the ground, hearing the impacts from every stride she made.

"Shit! Shit! Bad idea! Why the fuck did I do this!?" He screamed as he realized his mistake.

Mika would conduct her presentation as part of the unit, the same process that all other class periods did. Mika would pace around as she spoke due to her nervousness about the public. Every step she made with her loafers was a risk for Isaak to lose his grip. Never once in his life, had he considered he'd be dangling on a pair of panties in a life-or-death situation. The worst of it all was the fact he persisted in having a raging hard-on as the effect of all this.

Mika's presentation would last ten minutes, and Isaac's arms were reaching the point where he couldn't hang on anymore. He felt a sense of dread as he knew his time was coming, that is if this girl hurried up. Mika walked back. his hands slipped as he fell towards the tile flooring. The man screamed but by the sheer amount of small luck he had, he landed on the bottom part of Mika's bag that was set on the floor next to the desk. The guy fell unconscious as he rolled onto the cold tile flooring.

Isaac survived this event wasn't clear from a fall like that, it could have been gravity or what happened to his size alteration, to begin with.

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Wednesday, 1:07 PM

Study-Hall was the most favorite hour for Brittney as it didn't need to include sitting inside a classroom and listening to a Professor speak for over an hour. At least there were two more classes for the day, still, it was quite an eventful day all things to be considered. This study hall hour would be different than the others she had. It was either trying to take a nap or get homework done if she felt generous enough. This time, she had to find a dude shrunken from her communication class. The memories that class brings, she didn't want to go back to that class tomorrow.

Brittney got permission to head out to the halls to attain some supplies for the teacher, it was a great opportunity otherwise she was going to go play hooky with a bathroom excuse. If she got away with it once, she'll do it again. The halls were empty, which was perfect. The fewer peering eyes, the better. She would approach the classroom where Isaac once was, she just had to figure out if that tiny bastard was still alive or not. Could he be dead? That was the anxious feeling she had.

She opened the door, peering inside as the Professor was gone, the lack of lighting was enough of a sign she was out, perfect. Brittney took steps inside the room, the lights would turn on automatically with its sensors. Carefully, Brittney looked down at the floor and around to avoid stepping on Isaac, that is, if he was in this room.

Isaac was left out in the cold for an hour, however, he endured that fall. When he awakened, his body ached tremendously. That fall did give him a chance to extend his options if he was valiant enough. He still couldn't forget the experience he had when he was inside that skirt. Mika, oh Mika, how much he missed her already just by the looks of her monumental panties.

Isaac stayed by where his desk was, using the legs of it to avoid being stepped on. He had been left in the dark since the lunch hour as the Professor walked out for the day. She showed concerns earlier with Isaac, bringing his stuff to the front office. Fuck, this was going to be a hell of an explanation if he got fixed. Something else caught his eye, well, just the sound alone alarmed him. Brittney! Wait, why was she even here?

"Brittney...?" Isaak said, being blinded by the lights. "Ah, shit!" He yelled, covering his eyes, blinking rapidly as his eyes adjusted.

"Why is she here? Is she looking for something?" Isaac continued to observe her, he knew getting someone's awareness was inconceivable at this scale. "Wait a minute...is she...looking for me? Can't be." Isaac weighed, spying on her.

Brittney continued to scour, walking towards her desk and eyed Isaac's seat. She knew if this guy was minuscule he couldn't go far, right? She began crawling on the floor, her uncovered knees and palms of her feminine hands would press into the cold and dirty tile flooring.

"Isaac? Are you out there? I know you're small somewhere, but I have some explaining to do. Just don't be more of a pissant to make this harder for me." Brittney calmly said, stalking around. She looked at his chair, then under, her blonde hair dragging against the floor as she turned her head.

"She knows I'm here? She knows I'm here!" Isaac said, fortunate to hear that. Despite how loud and deep her voice came, it was a blessing to hear someone knew about his situation. He began running out to get her attention, running for her hand that was pressed into the floor.

"I'm here! Down here!" Isaac yelled, waving his hands up to her. Brittney continued to show a lack of awareness of Isaac, her hand moving as it pressed down once more some distance away.

Brittney was at a loss, she couldn't find this guy. It only had been a few minutes and she was about to give up and call it a quit. She decided to take her remote out of the pocket, she observe if there was anything on it that could help her. She took notice of the circle button, it was something she had not utilized before. It was a risk, but she initiated the sequence for whatever that button did. The tip of the remote began to have a faded blue blinking sequence on it as if it were searching for something.

Brittney moved the remote, waving around like a magic wand. Finally, waving it down where Isaac stood, the blinking began to go faster and faster. It worked like a metal detector. This made her eyes widen, pointing the remote down at her hand. Was this it? Did this remote help her find this guy shrunk to a minuscule size?

Isaac observed what was displayed, she pulled out a strange-looking device. Was this all part of his problems? Impossible. Brittney wasn't a girl to have such power or intelligence to begin with. She used it to find him, unaware of what it did, Isaac began backing up as she pointed the remote at him. The blue light blanked faster and faster as she moved the remote closer to him. It was a danger as if she was going to crush him.

"Woah, okay, Brittney...BRITTNEY!" He tried to warn her as the remote was blinding him with the lights, falling over as he put his left arm over his eyes. The remote pulled away, she would lay herself on the floor as her gigantic face would come into view. Details he had never seen before.

Brittney pulled the remote away as she felt confident that she found this guy, leaving the remote on his chair to pocket later. She would lay down, leaning her face down to him as her modest breasts would press down on the tile flooring. Her right hand began to dig inside her pocket, pulling out Stephanie's magnifying glass that was given, she brought it up to her right eye, which only widened as the figure was finally in full view. The minuscule Isaac.

Isaac was relieved the remote was pulled away, Brittney, however, was getting too close to comfort as her face was towering over him. He felt every exhale that her nose gave, hearing her breathing as it was overwhelming and disturbing. Finally, the magnifying glass was here to save the day, her gigantic uncanny enlarged eye peering down at him from the glass. He stood, waving his hands, jumping as he yelled up at her.

"Brittney, down here! Down here! Do you notice me? Oh, thank fuck I'm glad you found me! I have been trying to get attention-" He yelled, being rudely interrupted.

"Wow, you're really small. I can't believe I fucking found you!" Brittney stated with excitement. The fact she shrunk someone was a confirmation that this remote had more opportunities than she ever speculated.

"What the fuck...did you have to interrupt me to say that? Oh, right. You can't even fucking hear me!" He yelled back. "Brittney, what the fuck is going on here? Ugh, I can't even communicate to you if I tried." Isaac expressed frustration.

"From what I can tell, you probably have a lot of things to ask me. I can answer a few but right now I need to get you out of here. I hope you understand and don't have any plans tonight..." She said, biting her lip with a bit of guilt as she was essentially kidnapping the guy. Although he did piss her off earlier that morning.

Isaac raised a brow, this enormous blonde was saying he had to get out of here. He didn't have any plans. He did, all he wanted to happen was to be fixed to make those plans happen!

"What are you even saying? You can't just fix me? I do have plans, you can't just sit here and take me away! I refuse!" Isaac shouted.

Brittney was uncertain what to do here, how was Brittney going to transport him safely? She began to sit up on her knees, scraping the scalp of her head as she stared at her remote. She didn't feel safe using it to grow him, she needed more practice. There was something else to consider. This tiny bastard could spill the beans for what she did. No, he couldn't be found out, not yet anyway. Maybe something could work out in the end, she'll have to see how this plays out.

Isaac observed as Brittney sat back up, her towering figure once more emphasized even from a small distance away. His little eyes looked at her body, huge as Mika's was although not in much of a better spot than he once was before with her skirt. Curiosity would hit him, and his little eyes gazed down at her knees, clearly trying to see what she was wearing under that skirt. Poor Isaac, that lone unintentional interaction infected his mind, where Brittney had her knees rubbing together made it hard for her to display what Isaac sought.

SNAP

Brittney snapped her fingers, getting a clever idea that came to her mind. "Petri-Dish! Yeah, that's a great idea!" She said with excitement, staring down at Isaac, her hands came down on her kneecaps as she leaned over to Isaac.

Isaac was corrected from the powerful snap, an audible sound that almost sounded as if it would rupture his eardrums. Naturally, he reacted by covering his ears with his hands, he didn't want Brittney to ever do that again. There was another concern to be recognized. A Petri-Dish? It was unfortunate Isaac couldn't recall what that was, ironic when he made fun of Brittney's intelligence in the past.

"I don't get what you mean Brittney? Why do I even keep trying to talk to you!? Once more he expressed his frustrations.

"I need you to stay the fuck there, don't move or I'll squish you with my fucking fingers." She warned, pointing a finger down at him.

Isaac followed the authority, taking a step back with his hands extended out. This girl threatened to kill him? She wouldn't, would she? That made Isaac attentive about Brittney, it had to be his comments before. He felt the need to apologize when he got the opportunity to. Brittney began to stand, walking away as she went to the Professor's desk, the fierce tremors and roaring footsteps faded to the distance, only to come back as the earth around him began to shake. Brittney had a piece of paper.

-

Brittney went to the desk to grab a piece of paper from the Professor's desk, walking back as she crouched down to keep Isaac in clear view as best as she could. He was barely visible, being no bigger than an ant, perhaps smaller. You could easily mistake this guy for a bug, a very tiny one. Without much warning she slid the paper underneath him, seizing him on the piece of paper as she raised it to her face, taking a stare at him at eye level with her enormous blue uncanny eyes. She blinked, revealing her thick and feminine eyelashes.

Isaac was not sure what Brittney had intended but he didn't like it one bit. She shoveled him up with the piece of paper, greeted by another landscape that was lifted to her face. This made his stomach drop as if he were on an intense carnival ride. He was forced to lay down, he got the view of Brittney's face up close at eye level. The landscape around him was white, and beyond that, were the two gigantic blue eyes that belonged to Brittney's. It was crazy to see every detail her face had to offer. The eyes, eyelashes, eyebrows, her thick blonde hair that would stretch for miles at this scale. This girl held his life right now.

Brittney began to gather the magnifying glass and the remote from the floor and chair, pocketing it with her free hand as she held the paper as enduring as possible. This would only deflate Isaac as he was scooped up like a little bug you would encounter on the floor. It was frightening to think about. Your life could part before you knew it. Would Isaac end up the same? He didn't rely on Brittney much, or at all. She was too erratic at times and if she was the cause of all this, this was very disconcerting.

Brittney didn't say much else, she needed to hurry as Science class was closely approaching, almost the complete circle from since the powers she obtained last night. She minded her surroundings, walking to the storage room that led to the Science room, all she needed was to get one of those Petri Dishes and Isaac would be nice and secure.

Upon entering the lab, Brittney flicked the light, setting the paper that held Isaac on one of the black surfaced counters. She would dig inside a cover, minding her surroundings as she made this as quick getaway as possible. She knew she didn't belong here if Professor Adams found her there.

"Where are they...where are they..." Brittney kept muttering as she went through the wooden cabinets. Finally, what came to reveal was a Petri Dish, and flashed it toward Isaac. "I know you aren't going to be a fan of this my tiny Isaac, but this is or rather yours and mine well-being."

Isaac was set down on the counter, still in contact with the piece of paper that Brittney scooped him up on. He could run but right now Brittney was the only chance of survival he had. What was she doing? He raised a brow, tilting his head to the side as this gigantic blonde was raiding the cabinets. That's when the Pretri Dish was revealed. He just came to realize what that was. Fuck. Even worse, she brought out a set of tweezers she must've got from the cabinet.

"You aren't putting me into that! No way! You can't make me!" Isaac stood, pointing up at her. She approached closer, causing her figure to loom as she then pulled out a pair of tweezers that she obtained in the cabinet space. "Keep that away from me you fucking psycho!"

Brittney expected Isaac to not be willing to be put inside a Petri Dish like some lab experiment. She threatened him with those metal tweezers, which eventually would come between his tiny body, and gently pinched him, squeezing him between the two cold metal sides of the tool. Effortlessly Brittney raised Isaac, setting him down on the clear plastic bottom side, clipping the top on as she would secure Isaac inside. Fortunately, there was a hole to give him air.

"YOU'RE OUT OF YOUR MIND!" Isaac shouted to the air, thrashing on the bottom of the dish, staring up at Brittney who trapped him inside this clear plastic prison. The nerve of this girl!

Brittney observed what she could with Isaac, and with gentle care, she was able to successfully put Isaac inside the Petri Dish. She raised it to her face, the tiny guy was trying to escape with his tantrums inside the container. She couldn't help but laugh, it was quite adorable.

"Oh, Isaac..." She sighed, rolling her eyes. "I know this is a lot but I need you to relax, I'm not going to hurt you. I am going to try to fix you. But for now, you need to be less of a pain in the ass for me and chill the fuck out a little, okay? I'm going to be putting you in my pocket." She forewarned.

Isaac had no choice but to do what Brittney asked, he was sealed away from the world, in the hands of this girl that he certainly did not trust. He was going inside her pocket? That sounds awful! He had many things to say, he'll be a pain in the ass for all he cared. With little to no warning, she shoved him inside the pocket of her uniform, being in complete darkness with a blue tint due to her uniform material.

Brittney finally pocketed the man, she would be ready to prepare herself for the next class period. She could finally say to Stephanie that she did the right thing. However, should she reveal she had Isaac? Tell the truth? Or lie once more? She had no plans of what to do with Isaac, he just had to find him. She began walking out of the storage room, turning the lights off as her hands idly pocketed as she walked, the Petri Dish being held around her hand to ensure the dish wouldn't fall out.

"You'll be in there for two hours, I'll figure out what to do from there Isaac. I just have science class left...I'm sure you'll survive that long." Brittney lowered her voice, enough that Isaac would hear him. He was in for a ride as he became nothing more but a pocket boy.

- - -

Wednesday, 1:45 PM

Things had finally come to a full circle again, Science class. This was the beginning where Stephanie and Brittney would discover something imaginable, a secret that would be kept away from their own Professor who lacked any interest in speaking about his past. It was interesting, although concerning. In the end, Brittney wouldn't care much, she progressively would want to use the remote more and more while Stephanie was against it, wanting this potential feud to end.

Brittney sat down at one of the lab tables, sitting next to Brittney. They had just seated as class began with Professor Adams going on with his everyday lectures. Brittney kept Isaac secured in her pocket, not mentioning her discoveries as Stephanie would speak up about it. She leaned in, whispering to Brittney to spark the conversation.

"...So...?" Stephanie whispered, nudging her friend's shoulder as she was showing a lack of interest.

"What?" Her eyes glared back at her.

"Did you find him? Didn't you say you were going to look for him?" She raised a brow, showing concern about Isaac.

Brittney looked away, her eyes looking elsewhere as her mind was playing trivial questions of whether or not she should reveal her findings. Tell the truth? Lie? This was problematic, this was the selfish nature that Brittney was having. She did not want Stephanie to interfere with the remote, once Isaac was found and fixed, she would want the remote to be returned under her watch.

"I didn't find him." Brittney finally said Stephanie's eyes went wide, she assumed there was more to this. The problem was whether she could trust Brittney or not.

There was silence, Stephanie had disappointment on her face as she truly hoped Brittney would be able to fix this mess. But if she shrunk a guy, he must be hard to find. Knowing that a guy was lost in the school, in danger, it brought a gut feeling that this was partly her fault for not being more observant yesterday. It was hard to express how she felt while in class, this had to stay between her and Brittney and nobody else.

"Then I'll look for him," Stephanie suggested, Brittney, showing a lack of interest that Stephanie should get involved. It did in fact concern her.

"No, I will. I'm not done looking for him. I plan to, trust me. I have the tools to fix him. Let me work." Brittney whispered

A few sets of eyes from other classmates would look over at the two girls, this made Stephanie swallow and clench her teeth together. She avoided saying much else but once more put trust in Brittney to do the right thing. Avoiding to cause more attention, Stephanie refrained from speaking more about this subject. She allowed Brittney to have the remote a little longer, unsure what she planned to do with it tonight or if she would. If that was the case for the tiny guy to be discovered.

Stephanie would be disappointed to find out Brittney had him all along during this last class hour. Isaac had been screaming for help during that hour, everything outside the dark environment would be heard for him, and not one person heard his cries for help. He could consider himself to be a Lost and Found for Brittney. His life relied on her now, whatever that entailed in his near future.

Isaac's Fix

- - -
Wednesday 4:50 PM

The room was left quiet, Isaac who was alone, explored the bedroom that belonged to Brittney who would be dining downstairs with her family. This left Isaac in a weird position, left alone in a room that belonged to a girl that he didn’t particularly like with her personality. Physically, he had to admit she had attractive features about her. He already had a fair look of her from below, green panties. It was a vivid memory, he couldn’t get it out of his head. Fortunate he was as Brittney did not retaliate from his stares.

The shrunken man would take his steps on the carpet floor, white, just as her walls were. This bedroom was quite basic, although, enlarged from what his eyes can see. He spun himself around in a full circle, taking in the sights. His little head craned up, staring at the bed, the dresser and the desk as he would wander around mindlessly. For once, he was not in fear, he was quite amazed with this height. It was much better as being a few inches tall made you likely to be seen and heard more clearly. Even better, able to travel where you wanted to without a worry of these carpet fibers swallowing him.

“This is insane, can’t believe this is actually happening…” Isaac expressed. “Britt might be gone for a while. Perhaps I can give more of a look around…” He mused.

Isaac began to have thoughts, one that where Brittney would not be fond of. Instructed, he was to stand where she set him. Although, being a guy, slightly horny, he could not resist himself and needed to figure out what else he can do at this size. Thinking about Brittney’s panties definitely sparked something in him for some relief. Surely something around here might entice him a little, right?

Isaac would itch the side of his chin, taking another look and eyed over where her dresser was next to the desk. He observed the brown furniture, then, looked at the clothes hamper not far from it and her closet. Worn girl clothes, why did this cross his mind? Isaac, a normal guy he was out in public, alone, he was quite addicted by the thought of sexual interactions. Brittney had no idea what she fueled inside him. Once that fear was gone, being comfortable, Isaac only grew curious about his actions. He began to travel across the room, approaching the clothes basket where it was filled with the clothes that Brittney wore. On the ground, he observed a shirt and some socks that had fallen off due to careless tosses made. The socks, a few being white, black and pink, the white ones being turned inside out.

He itched the side of his chin once more, staring at the towering white door as it was closed. He began fighting his inner thoughts. He was fighting his inner demons. Yes, this man, he had his fetishes. This was fueling his attraction even more, even worse, he did not particularly like the personality of this girl. But oh, he couldn’t let this go to waste. If he wanted to do this, he had to do it now as he was left alone.

“Just…a peak…a moment…no harm…she won’t know…” He convinced himself.

He began to approach the towering clothes hamper, the socks, oh, big they were, enough he could crawl inside them if he wanted to. He had to admire just how big these fabrics were. Even if they were used, dirty, and even smelly in a few ways that was hard to describe, he would embrace it. Approaching one of the socks leaning against the clothes hamper, it was white, inside out. He could see the texture that left darker colors, the white, faded. He felt his hands around the texture, feeling the rush inside him as there was a pheromones effect on him. He couldn’t believe it, a dirty girls sock, this was a fetish he had been awaiting to embrace. Although, he expected to be normal size, imagining himself getting a girl, hoping she would indulged his fetish. But this, this was better.

The sock was used a few days ago, it was cold, the smell, it stuck to it. The natural pheromones that were left behind would leave a mark into the sock. Isaac, he leaned in, taking a smell, giving a sigh as he would then give a few more. He dragged the edge of the crumbled sock, attempting to spread it out. Alas, the fabric had too much weight for him to affectively spread it around, move it around even. This was enough for him. He continued to stiff, finally, undoing the belt of his dress pants of his school uniform. His body, it became warm, feeling his crotch beginning to extend against his underwear and pants. He dropped his pants, panting as he would begin pumping his rod for Brittney’s sock. The sock he had no idea what it was worn for, he did not care, he took what he could get.

His head turned at the door, he began to pump his extended rod to the point his hand would beat against the lower region of his stomach, emphasizing how hard he was going with his self pleasurable moment. This moment became nothing more but a temporarily bliss, smelling all the dried fumes the best he could. He was paranoid, sweaty, so horny and desire with lust, there was no going back now. The fact that Brittney could walk in at any moment, this was a rush of fear and excitement. The tiny shrunken Isaac continued to beat his meat, feeling his climax building up after a few minutes, that is, if it was a few minutes. Isaac didn’t know how much he could last, finally, on his knees with his pants down, white semen would eject out of his extended rod. The cum would eject, making a wet slopping sound as it would then splash on the sock of Brittney. One last huff, the man would find his mind bliss once more. The man, he did it, he really did it. He just beated his dick for Brittney’s used sock. The secondhand thoughts came into his mind, some regret, he really just did this?

“F-Fuck she’s going to kill me…” He panted, needing to clean himself up.

The man did not have a towel with him, he had to improvise what would work best for him. There was her carpet, although, rubbing his dick into the carpet? That was a little weird for him. Then her sock, he crawled over to the sock, rubbing his dick into the fabric. He regretted about not rubbing his dick against the sock when he did this, gosh, there was a lot of things he could of done. But that was in the past, the man, he felt alive and refresh until the next time he had this dopamine.

The man would clean himself, scurry himself back to the spot that Brittney had left him. Gosh, what does he say to her if she found him roaming her room? He brought this to himself, now having a new secret that he had to brush under the rug. At last, not far from where he was left alone in the room, there were footsteps felt. She was coming…

Brittney had began stepping up the stairs, approaching the hallway. Not long, she would open the door, the sound of the audible doorknob turning, the creaking of the door as the blonde would peer her head inside. She was cautious, having suspicion that Isaac may of not been behaving. To her surprise, she saw him where she set him down on her sweatshirt. She sighed out of her nose, closing the door behind her as she locked it just in case of her Mom or Brother She walked herself over to her sweatshirt, getting down on her knees as this left two quakes on the ground. She had to be mindful about her upskirt situation.

“Well, seems like you actually listened. I’m impress, really. Guess I had nothing to worry about after all…” She stated, being genuine.

Isaac stood at attention, the figure of Brittney would appear once more as she would step over as her black knee socks would make way over to them. The toes flexed, curling, wiggling as she finally would stand in front of them. This particularity made him nervous, self conscious as he forced himself to stare up, swallowing as he felt his face become red. Was this perhaps him being nervous? Or was he in fact, blushing about Brittney’s appearance? He scratched his arm, forcing a small laugh and a smile that exposed his teeth.

“Hah, well, what do you think I would get into?” He replied.

“Considering you, I’d be surprised if you tried sneaking inside my closet or clothes hamper probably…” She said, staring over that said clothes hamper.

Isaac felt his chest began to feel tight, that did not take long, was this a joke? Did she figure him out already? Of course not, she would only assume he would do such of a thing! Although, that’s what he did. Brittney was more than assumed, she was correct of him doing exactly just that. His head looked down, scratching the back of his neck, his eyes glimpsed over at her knees where her feet once stood. Guess he was not getting that toe action anymore.

Brittney stared over at Isaac again, then eying her night stand next to her bed. There was a digital clock, it was past five. If she was going to fix this guy, she had to do this now. She scratched the back of her head, admittedly, she did not want to go outside again. But this guy, she would pay him. This was probably the best quick way for her to make money, not even working. Damn, she loved this.

“Okay bug boy, where do you want me to take you? I’m sadly getting you fixed. Consider this more of a form of payment for me to actually care about you or something…” She stated, rolling her eyes.

“Ah-Of course Brittney, I’m really fortunate to hear this. Uhm, anywhere? That’s a loaded question. I am a little hungry though, did you at least bring something back to share…?” Isaac would shyly suggest to be fed.

Brittney did not want to hear such a request like this. Was she going to have to take care of him? Feed him? What the hell! Brittney sat up straight, shaking her head as her eyes closed for a brief moment as she rubbed her temples, sighing.

“Did you…seriously suggest me to feed you? I-What the hell? How can you go from me willing to fix you and then suggest for you to eat first? What the fuck.” She expressed her annoyance. “After all this time you were nagging me to fix you!?” She could almost feel her right eye twitch.

    Isaac was lost in words, maybe, he could of just waited to be fixed. Food, it could get his current embarrassment off his mind. In reality, he did want to milk this size a little more. Strangely, he was starting to grow a little fond of this size. That was scary, he was very afraid, now, he was adapting to this. Although, Brittney was conflicted to wait longer to fix him, but as the same time, god, that was cute of a request. His current size, he was quite cute. She hated to admit it despite of how much she hated him, it was a mutual feeling that they did not like each other fully.

“I…fine…just fix me then. I don’t care, I can probably just eat when I get home…” He said.

“No, no, I’m not dealing with this mind changing shit. I’ll get you a meatball or something that my mom made.”

With lack of warning, she used her index and thumb finger fingernails to grab a hold of Isaac’s shirt, standing up fully. Isaac, he screamed, squirming as he kicked his legs as Brittney would dangle him around like an object. She would gently drop him on her desk once more, a surface that became familiar for Isaac as Brittney would then put her hands on her hips, slightly hunching herself over as she stood straight.

“Alright, since I have to feed you like a helpless and weak little guy, I will give you feed because I’m just sooo nice to you~” She said playfully, rolling her eyes. “Just stay there. I’ll be back.” Brittney instructed, walking herself downstairs once more.

Isaac was relived to know that Brittney was willing to give him something to eat. He wanted to stall from being changed, although, not wanting to make it obvious either. Brittney sounded more playful, enjoying the dynamic of herself being in charge and having to take care of a classmate that was a pain in her rear. Brittney mentioned a meatball, that meant she had spaghetti for dinner, right? Brittney would walk out of the room, her footsteps of her black knee socks would vanish, Isaac, taking a few gawks in the process.

Unlike the last time, Isaac would sit there he was placed and waited. No funny business this time. Isaac would feel the presence of Brittney once more as she entered her room, holding something with the fingers of her right hand. As mentioned, a meatball, glazed with a layer of tomato sauce. She took a seat on her desk chair once more, dropping the meatball on the table as it would make a wet plopping sound, splattering some of the meatball with a brief rolling motion.

“There you go. Time to eat up, Isaac.” She smiled.

Isaac flinched as she dropped the meatball, the meatball was nothing to be too alarmed with the size he was, he was concerned about the tomato sauce splattering. Isaac took a good look at the meatball, quite disgusted he was being fed like this. Although, food, it was enlarged in great detail. Shit, this meatball likely couldn’t be finished from him alone!

“Well, uh, thanks Britt. Think you could of done that without splattering the sauce everywhere on your desk?” He mustered the courage to give such a suggestion.

“No, not really. The quicker I get you fixed, the more money in my pocket and you not annoying me.” She stated, leaning back on her chair with her arms folded, sitting in a lady-like position as her right leg crossed over her left.

“…Right…” He replied, suddenly, remembering once more that now he had a debt to repay Brittney. The last thing he really wanted was giving this girl money.

Isaac continued to attempt to enjoy his meal although how he was being treated by his current meal was quite distasteful. This girl, she did not care, doing all she could to bully this guy back. She could do worst things even. Isaac, he would say in his own lane and let Brittney have her fun. He ate, everything wrapped up with his meal as she stepped out to get a napkin, leaving Isaac alone. He stayed, she returned, dropping the material on top of him. She giggled in response.

Isaac struggled as the white cloth was dropped on him. Although it was lightweight, it made it troubling to escape. The meatball, he didn’t even eat half of it. He was already full. Eventually Isaac did make his way outside once more, eying up at Britt and the meatball as she would grin, snagging the meatball with the digits of her fingers. Effortlessly, she tossed it inside her mouth, chewing and swallowed.

“Heh, I hope you weren’t planning to finish that.” Brittney giggled, swallowing.

Isaac gave only a little respond to that. He shook his head lightly, then, eying Brittney who essentially stole his food. Weirdly he was just observing what she did to that half eaten meatball. She showed no care about his mouth gnawing on the edges of it, although, he could just be making this a bigger deal than it was. As she chewed, she swallowed, her eyes, staring away at the moment, then locking down back at him with her blue eyes, smiling.

“N-No not at all. Uh, okay, right, can we get this taken care of then? I got explaining to figure out about today and get my shit from the school in the morning…” He said.

Britt crossed her arms, rolling her eyes as she gave a nod, she began to stand up, getting herself ready to walk out the bedroom and to the front door. It may be a bit unusual for her to go outside like this, but, she had to do it. No way she was letting this guy sleep over.

“Fine. Quicker, the better, I hope you wiped yourself off.” She said, letting a hand out.

Isaac would make sure he did wipe himself enough, getting the marinara off his hands and face, although, it was stained on part of his pants. Quite unfortunate. At least he had spares. Brittney gave a different gesture, one that was more gentle and yet welcoming. She would lay a hand down for Isaac to crawl onto. Perhaps he was a few inches? Making this easier for him to crawl onto? It made his body feel fuzzy, showing hesitation.

“Can you…hurry the fuck up, Isaac…?” She said, showing impatience.

Isaac would feel tense as the audible voice from above started to have a shifting tone. Brittney wasn’t wanting to deal with much more of this hesitation he was displaying. Her hand would be presented to him to climb onto, her palm, exposed, slowly climbing on her hand and sat on her palm. Her hand, it felt warm, although, he expected it to smell rather, well, feminine. Girls love lotion and good smells, right? She didn’t have any of that. Not a problem, an expectation that was not met.

The hand began to raise, Brittney was being careful, she knew he was still fragile, at least, in theory of what she knows so far with this remote. She would slowly tuck the guy inside her coat pocket. She should really change herself into a pair of street clothes, but this shouldn’t take long.

She began to walk herself down the stairs, her hands pocketed, one with her remote in hand, the other, her fingers pressing and fondling Isaac. Not in a sexual or harassment way, although, his squirms, were kind of cute of a reaction. It made her crack a smile from the corner of her lips. The problem with that, it was Mom who was still doing the dishes.

“Oh, uhm, I’ll be heading out for a moment Mom.” Brittney said, standing at attention.

The mother would turn her head back, surprised she was going out at this hour as she eyed the clock. Not quite often she did that. It made her ponder what her daughter was up to. Hopefully nothing bad. Her Mother instinct convinced herself there was no danger to be alarmed.

“Okay, it is getting a bit late, be careful.” She said.

Brittney would begin to prepare herself to walk outside as she slid her converse shoes back on. Mom knew she didn’t want her to go out, it was just her natural instincts. She was an adult, still, having that impulse behavior to say otherwise. Made her wonder if this was about a boy. Mom was not too far off with that thought.

Brittney was all ready to go. She couldn’t wait until she could get this over with. Although, there was a problem as she forgot her phone. Sliding her shoes off once again, Isaac was shaken up as Brittney was strolling at a faster pace, especially when she made her way down the stairs once again. Mom, her eyes cornered, curious what got into her. She had concluded what her daughter was up to.

“Yep, definitely boy related…” She smiled.

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Wednesday 6:47 PM

Brittney strolled along the sidewalk of the residential neighborhood, she continued to keep her hands concealed inside her pockets as she would look around, keeping her business to herself as a few cars would stroll by. The air still felt warm, yet, slightly humid as the sun would begin to lower. She had roughly an hour before it got pitch dark. She wasn’t afraid of the dark, she didn’t want to be out in the dark. Okay, maybe she was a little afraid of the dark but she would not admit that.

Isaac did not know where Brittney was going to take him. He assumed it would be in her bedroom or the back of her house. Somewhere where nobody would see her. Speculations those were, they were wrong. She was planning to go away from home to make this happen. Made sense, her Mom sounded sweet, although, the thought of a giant older woman did trickle in Isaac mind. His eyes widened a little, swallowing, she didn’t even know if Britt’s Mom was hot, she sounded hot. This poor guy was losing himself.

Brittney had a few ideas where to go, where to perform this growth procedure. She did hope things did turn correctly as she anticipated. She pulled out her phone that was tucked with her remote, reading that she had several messages. She was really getting nagged by Stephanie. A mistake on Britt’s part for not responding to her in the past few hours.

Stephy 3:32pm
>) Wyd? You left before saying anything…?
>) You going to tell me what your doing?
>) Britt!! I SWEAR you better be looking for him or SOMETHING! >:/ read

Stephanie clearly was not happy, which did worry Brittney to be obligated to be searching for the guy after school although he was already tucked inside her own pocket. Stephanie would do anything to get Brittney to give back that remote. That was another worry. She left Isaac out of the picture to know about this, as long as she kept him on a leash, things will be fine for her. For Steph, she’ll find a way to convince her to keep the remote for a little while longer. Brittney continued to scroll through the messages, Brittney a little annoyed about this pestering.

Stephy 5:40pm
>) Wyd now? You have not said anything…
>) If you didn’t find the shrunk guy you need to tell me! Please!
>) Unless you’ve been lying to me I swear yk I will look for him myself!!
>) CAN YOU JUST GIVE ME A TEXT BACK AT LEAST!? read

Brittney exhaled out of her nose, sighing as her head tilted up with her eyes closed. She really was going to need to figure out a lie or just tell the truth that she fixed the problem. Her thumbs wandered around the screen, eventually, typing a message back.

>) I found him, he is fixed. Don’t worry anymore. See you tomorrow. Sent

She was forward with the message, sending it and silenced her phone as she pocketed it. She was not far from a park, there was also an alleyway not far where she was that lead to the main street. It might provide enough cover for what she would do compared to the park. She stopped, giving a look around and decided the alleyway would be the wiser option. There were wooden fences, dumpsters, trash bags piled up, enough for her to have a cover for what she was going to do next.

She began to pull the tiny guy out, setting him on the ground as she would crouch, giving him a proper warning before she was going to initiate the growth process of the remote. Isaac, he stared around, minding what he was staring at. Next to him, he eyed a penny, he could use that for weightlifting if he wanted to. Amazing. Never mind that, he waited what would come next, swallowing.

“Alright, bug boy. I guess it’s my unfortunate moment that I have to save your little tiny ass.” Brittney expressed with disappointment with her tone. “So this is what’s going to happen, I will grow you, you don’t tell anyone about this. Got it?”

Isaac stood at attention as his hands clasped down his waist, giving a nod. His behavior has progressively changed ever since his incident. Used to been one to bark against Brittney, now, he was sorted falling in line. Perhaps he was conditioned more than he realized. Maybe the fact of him jerking off to her dirty grungy sock was enough to accept her more.

“Well, I’m r-ready when you are. Just don’t kill me, Britt…” He said, eager to get this over with.

Brittney stood, taking a few steps back as she looked around. This was the moment that Isaac would be faced another trivial matter if he would perish in a instant, blow up into a pulp or be perfectly fine. There was so many outcomes from this, Brittney was even a little anxious about it. By a flash of a familiar beam, it struck Isaac, his vision going into a haze. He slowly grew although could not process of what was happening. When you were stuck by the beam of the remote, your body, you lost control, even risk of losing conscious if you grew too fast.

Isaac would be back at normal height, stumbling back as he felt the green aluminum of the dumpster behind him. He looked at his hands, then at Brittney, who crossed her arms, turning her head away as she did not want this to happen, she was not left with much choice.

“Wow, Britt, it really worked-“

“Can it. Beat it. Before anyone even asks what happened here.” Brittney instructed.

Isaac showed hesitation from the command she gave. His eyes wandered down to her converse shoes, then to her upper body. It felt surreal how she looked again. It was as if it was the first time he’s ever been this tall. Although, was he still the same height as before? He had many more questions to ask, although, he did not want to piss off Brittney either. He felt awkward, this girl, he could not look at her the same again, even with the secret of him jerking off to her socks.

“I-I got more questions to ask though.” He said.

“I’d suggest you wait for another time. It’s getting late, have school tomorrow.” She replied.

Isaac would swallow, giving a nod. He would begin to walk away until a force was grabbed by his arm, Brittney pulling him back for a moment as she whispered in his ear.

“If anyone finds out about this, I’ll make sure you don’t see the daylight again.” She said. “I’ll make sure to give you the swirliest toilet swirly you would never expect as a little doll for me to fuck with. This will also happen if you don’t give me my fifty dollars by Friday, got it?” She warned, letting go.

Isaac was off guard from what Brittney said. At least she seemed calm, then disappointed, then now threatening him if he squealed. Truth be told, even if he did say anything, nobody would believe him. Brittney’s whispers gave him goosebumps, he wasn’t sure if he was scared or turned on. Regardless, he would make sure to pay the debt, he gave a nod.

“Y-Yes Ma’m” He replied.

Isaac would begin to run, making his way home that was across town. He gave a look back at Brittney who stood there at the moment, crossing her arms as she looked around. She reflected about this experience, quite bummed out by how things turned out. As much as a pain in the ass he was, it was fun, even, cute. He had to keep tabs about him, for now, just worry about Stephanie. Perhaps, she could mess with a few other people that deserve a punishment or two. There were bullies after all.

“Good boy, Isaac. Maybe we’ll have another time again…” She muttered to herself.

Brittney pocketed her hands, walking herself, strangely, feeling alone again. Despite the guy in her pocket, it made a connection to know that someone was actually there with her although from everyone else, they saw it differently. Regardless, it was just a temporally bliss. After tonight, she would be herself again. That was until she sensed someone following her. She cornered her eye, turning around as that figure she assumed she saw was no longer there. Strange, although, it was getting dark out. It was best to get home.

After that incident, she was left not bothered. She was home, safe and sound and ready for the next day.

- - -
Thursday 10:28 AM

The next morning had risen once more, Brittney was not ready to tackle the day as for Isaac he could share the same mutual feeling for different reasons. Back with her English lecture Brittney waited at her desk, not seeing Isaac anywhere as he was typically early and be seated by now. He was a guy that cared about his learning. Finally, he entered, all stiff and paranoid as there was a brief eye contact with her. From everything that he had gone through, it left some trauma, but also pleasure. With a seat, he kept his head forward to the class, the professor would do her work as he would slide a fifty-dollar bill over to Brittney in a sly way, around his back, giving it to Brittney. He felt tense during the transaction, he paid his ‘debt’ that he was gaslighted into paying off. To make matters more alarming for Isaac, he became awkward when the girl next period came in.

Brittney would be strolling down the halls, approaching her locker area she would be approached by Stephanie once more, who did not seem to pleased about her ignoring her. She left a few more messages, although, Brittney ignored them entirely intentionally. She still had her remote with her, and as expected, Stephanie would do anything for her to lose the device entirely as it held dangerous powers.

“Oh, shit, you scared me. Hah…” Brittney said as she took a few steps back.

“Good. Why haven’t you been replying to me.” She interrogated as she leaned against her locker. “Have you been ignoring me on purpose, Britt?” She asked.

Brittney didn’t expect Steph to pop out like that. She typically didn’t see her until lunch. Seems she was much more determined to find out what was going on. She must care about Isaac, perhaps, a little too greatly. No, there's nothing weird about that at all. She just wanted her to ditch the remote probably.

“Ugh, girl, I’ve been busy. If you’re worried about the guy, yeah, I found him.” Britt replied, about to reach inside her locker.

Stephanie would nod in response to Brittney’s reply, although she continued to snoop around. The brown-haired girl continued to take a look, snooping inside Brittney’s locker as she would assume that she had him with her, right? Stephanie showed a lot of interest. The fact she had never seen a tiny human before was quite intriguing.

“W-What are you doing?” Brittney whispered to her friend with annoyance.

“You said you found him? Where is he? I wanna see!” Steph replied with excitement.

Brittney did not expect Stephanie to show much interest in the shrunken guy. If she forewarned her about this, she could have just kept Isaac smaller for a little longer. That was a pain in the ass all things considered how much she enjoyed that moment. Shame, she didn’t have the creativity to make those times enjoyable. Isaac made it work, however.

“You told me to fix him. So I did.” Brittney said, reaching for her books again as Steph took a side step away. “That’s what you wanted, right?”

Stephanie blinked, holding her own books against her chest tighter as she looked to the side. She puffed her cheeks out, sighing, her own words were really biting back at her at the moment. Suppose it was her fault, Brittney, for once, following through.

“Are you sure? No offense but you don’t follow through with things. I’m surprised if you did that already.” Steph said.

“The hell do you mean? I do, well, sometimes. But this time I did.” She said, closing her locker as the two girls walked side by side to the next class.

“That’s not the case all the other times.” Stephanie would correct her.

Brittney would then muse on an idea, although, she kept the mention about the remote on a low profile. She knew that Stephanie would be wanting her to return it now, entirely. She had no reason to hold on to it. Brittney would do what she could to hold on to it, she gaslighted herself for her interest. The problem was, that Stephanie would hold her back.

“So, that’s it then. You just fixed him right then and there? Okay. I’m surprised.” Stephanie added to break the silence. “The remote then, return it?”

There it was. The question that Brittney hoped Stephanie wouldn’t bring up. Suppose she had to think of something clever to convince Steph for her to keep the device. She rolled her tongue inside her mouth, eyes wandering as she thought of something that could convince Stephanie.

“You know I can just put him through it again willingly just for you. With your and his approval of course. I showed I’m responsible with it, after all, you might find some joy out of it. I… plan to keep the remote to myself.” Brittney said as they leaned against the wall for this private discussion. “I plan to keep it as a form of a pepper spray, you know? Just think, it’s a better deterrent. After all, I kept like I was being stalked yesterday on my way home…” Britt said, expressing her safety.

Stephanie was thinking about it. Should she allow Brittney to hold on to this device? It was a power trip that Brittney had. She was irresponsible, reckless, a menace, and just childish at times. Steph would consider her options as there were more cons than pros to this situation. But the thought of seeing a tiny guy, oh, that intrigued her inner thoughts. Stephanie made an error, letting her own self-greed take over and allowing Brittney to have the remote just for a little longer.

“A-Well-Okay, fine. B-But only for a little while, okay?” She held a nervous laugh. “Just promise that you’ll be responsible for it? I-I want you to get his approval first as I want to make sure he is okay with it. Got it?” Steph said.

Brittney was quite fond of the response that Stephanie gave. With approval, she wouldn’t be pestered about the remote for the near coming future. Although, that mattered what she meant by a little while. Brittney smiled in response, knowing that her friend would come through. A sly girl she was, a menace, she truly was.

“Thanks for understanding Stephy. We’re best friends for a reason~” She said, hugging her.

Stephanie was caught by surprise by the hug, it was held for a few seconds and her face became reddened as she felt the breasts of Brittney’s press against her. It wasn’t that she was turned on by it, she was just a bit jumpy by how sudden this was. Also, Stephanie was more on the smaller side of a cup size in all fairness, jealousy may have taken hold of her.

“Ahah- Yeah, I know, I know. Just…be reasonable. That’s all I ask. Okay, I need to get going-we need to get going. We’ll both be late for where we need to go!” Stephanie said, departing the hug.

Brittney gave a nod, and they both agreed that they should head to their classes. They walked their own path on where they needed to go. Now the question remained when or how should she ask Isaac about this? She was a little unsure about Stephanie still, but, maybe introducing her to Isaac could convince her to keep the remote indefinitely. Gosh, so many things could happen. So many things could go right, or go wrong. Brittney would remain cautious for now.

- - -
Thursday 11:10 AM

Time continued to crawl as Gym was the next highlight to go through Brittney’s day. The Academy required a physical curriculum unit for every student who attended. Fortunately, it was only three spans a week and rotated between every other day otherwise it was study hall. The plans today were an unfavorable one, Brittney was put to the ordeal and ran around the track with her peers. While gym class was typically dreadful, there were a few people that she talked to but nothing where she would hang out with them after school. But there was this one other girl that stuck out like the rest, Tiffany. Not in a good way either.

Tiffany was consistently a girl who would just yap and at times make some jabbing comments toward Brittney especially when it came to competitiveness. In a way, she was a bully but Brittney didn’t want to break her composure over her either. But today that might change as she was bothered by her once more as she was lightly jogging to herself with one of the other girls just for a genuine chat, Gwen, was a friendly girl, but nobody exactly too special either to see outside of school. Brittney picked her friends quite selectively.

“Hey Brittney, glad to see you again! I feel like I overlapped you already or maybe twice!” The voice called over beside her, such in an irritant tone for Britt to hear.

Brittney huffed, jogging beside the brown-haired girl who had her hair tied up in a ponytail, matching the gym uniform of a shirt and green pair of shorts. Brittney was not really having this right now but she just had to wait it out as there was twenty minutes left of the class period, that meant just half of that for the run alone so she could change. Brittney finally spoke, enticing Tiffany with a reaction.

“What do you want? An award?” Brittney responded.

“Hm, a reward? Well, if that means beating you all the time then maybe-!” Tiff gloated with a laugh.

Brittney gave a huff as she rolled her eyes. “Right. Beating me all the time. Same old, same old.” Brittney said with sarcasm.

“Yeah it does get pretty old, doesn’t it? But, hey, you’ll be as good as me someday. Maybe not. But I don’t have to worry about it.” Tiffany smirked, running off at a snappier pace.

Brittney would continue to match her pace with Gwen who only stared between the two girls as they bickered with one another. She knew the two weren’t exactly friends or maybe they did just purely hate each other. She gave a look over at Brittney who did appear to be annoyed by her expression.

“What’s her deal?”

“She’s a bitch, that’s what.” Brittney scoffed. “Sick of it. I’m fine by the way.” Brittney would say to reassure Gwen that she didn’t need any help.

Gwen simply nodded. She was rather a shut-in type of girl. The fact she was able to be spoken to by Brittney was by sheer luck, it seemed like that. But Brittney didn’t speak to much of anyone else, perhaps, she truly was a friend to her? It was a thought. Regardless, she would dismiss this once again. Brittney didn’t seem to want any help, there wasn’t much for Gwen to do anyway to solve this. She could snitch, but that would cause more problems. She decided to stay in her lane.

Brittney, had an idea, rather more of a sinister one. The problem was would it be moral? Or would it be even justified? Yes, the remote, she knew what had to be done for this bully to get the taste of her own medicine.

- - -
Thursday 11:42  AM

Brittney was one of the first girls to reach the locker room, all for a good reason too. There were a few minutes left before the bell was going to ring, Brittney opened her locker as she would dig through the pocket of her school uniform. She breathed out of her mouth, the smell, such an awful smell that this place was. It was like sweat and feet combined. God, she hated it here. But she had to spend the extra time in here to do what she needed to do, what she felt needed to be done.

Brittney knew Tiffany was in here already, she always would sneak into the locker rooms for a few minutes like a sewer rat, sitting on the bench by her locker just so she could use her phone for a couple of extra minutes. She heard a small cough from a few aisles away that confirmed she was there. Brittney would hold on to the remote in her hand and clasped it hard. Slowly she would leave her locker open halfway as she walked through the locker room where Tiffany would usually poke her head around, or sit her ass down. Then she came around the corner and slightly startled Tiffany.

“Oh, it’s you…” Tiffany said, sighing. “What do you want? Are you here to lecture me?”

“Yes, it’s me,” Brittney said, biting her tongue as she leaned herself against the locker. “You could say that.”

“Well, get on with it. I don’t have or want my time wasted with someone like you poking around my business.”

Brittney began to present the remote and pointed it to Tiffany. “Really? If you’re so sure, I can do it right now then.” Brittney said with a serious expression, then, a small smirk.

Tiffany tilted her head to the side, unsure what was going on there. Tiffany didn’t react, she thought this was some sort of joke. What was she holding anyway? It certainly wasn’t anything threatening. She didn’t take Brittney to be a girl to crash out like that, to begin with.

“…Are you kidding me? Is that a remote?” Tiffany said with a creeped-out expression. “God you’re a fucking weirdo! Go away before I fucking clown your ass even mo-“

By a sudden flash, the girl would give a small yelp but instantly being reduced in size in such a rapid matter. Although she wasn’t the tallest girl who was up to par with Brittney, she was shrinking down more and more, and eventually, she would be the size of a small humanoid building-block toy figurine. Tiffany didn’t know what happened, she was scattered brain as she would try to grasp what was happening. Did everything just get bigger?

“It’s Brittney’s New Remote.” A voice called out from above, and a few thunderous quakes would also be followed as Brittney stepped forward. “And I can do a lot of things with it. Like getting rid of sewer rats like you.” Brittney said with a smirk.

Tiffany would feel the Earth around her vibrate, the room around her was blurred as her vision had been hindered. But the figure of Brittney was so enlarged, seeing half of her body. She stared up as Brittney stood in front of her, then, she crouched, her enlarged face becoming in clear view. Tiffany had dropped her phone and began scooting herself away in fear, she was screaming, waving her hands. She did just piss herself. The bully was now getting the taste of her own medicine.

“Not so funny now, isn’t it? Oh, how far you have fallen. Or shrunk? I couldn’t give a shit.” She shrugged. “I’m kinna glad you were my next victim. Or, my first? Eh, fuck it who cares, right? The first guy was kinda accidental but I got that sorted out…” She rambled on.

“B-Britt-Britt-Britt-“

“Holy fuck t-t-today Tiffany. What? Am I going to have to call you Stutter-Tif?” She laughed at her own joke. “I just thought of that in my head by the way. Anyways, yeah, guess you’re small now.” She would dismiss.

Tiffany would try to stand but her shorts were soiled by the liquids she spewed out would begin to drip from her thighs. She was crying, and her bullied victim was spinning the tables on her to the point that she never imagined. This was an absolute nightmare. Tiffany had a lot of things to say, but she kept shaking her head. She was on the verge of screaming for help almost but her throat was so tight from all that fear.

“Holy fuck, did you just piss yourself!?” Brittney would widen her eyes. “Holy fuck no way!” She tried to hold her laughter.

“H-How, how HOW! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME? G-GET AWAY!” Tiffany would finally crash out as she began to run, dropping her shrunken phone behind.

Brittney would just watch the reaction that Tiffany had as she thought she could get away. She was hardly an inch tall, just enough for Brittney to even hear her and see most of her features. Tiffany didn’t know what the future had in store for her, she mentioned about another victim. She had a lot of questions to ask, but asking Brittney about them wasn’t viable currently or ever.

“Do you really think you’re going to get away? To think you still have it in you after all that running too…”

Brittney watched the tiny girl run, then, her eyes cornered around. She did eye the round clock above the lockers, shit, she was running out of time. She had little idea what to do with Tiffany believe it or not. Brittney was reckless, sure, but she knew to keep this remote less known to anyone. Unfortunately, Tiffany probably wouldn’t be fixed anytime soon. Brittney saw a pair of loafers on the floor. She reached for them and observed, then, flipped it over to see who they belonged to. Sure enough, she read a ‘TF’ as that meant Tiffany. Brittney could presume.

“Oh Tiff, forgetting something? Wow, you barely made any progress since I didn’t pay attention to you.” She said, placing the shoe down in front of her.

Tiffany continued to run, then, Brittney spoke up as she held a brown shoe in her hand. She would walk over, placing the shoe down in front of Tiffany. It was almost familiar, no, it was. It was the shoe that she wore throughout her school days. Her running came to a halt, and she backed up, staring at Brittney’s hand, and arm and then over to her face which would peered down at her from the blue eyes she wore. What a blonde beast she was, a destructive one. The smell of the shoe was noticeable, yuck. It was Tiffany’s own feet smell.

“W-What are you doing? G-Get my fucking shoe AWAY from ME!” Tiffany would call up to her. She was backing up until she backed up into a wall, she turned around, and the wall was warm and fleshy. It was her hand.

“Hm, why? I’m just helping you. The bell is about to ring, I wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to you while I’m away.” Brittney said with a pouting face.

“What do you mean by helping!? P-Please, please stop it! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“Hm, yeah. I know you’re sorry. But I’m just doing this for fun now honestly.” Brittney chuckled.

Brittney began using her free hand to pluck Tiffany by the arm. She stood up, holding the shoe in one hand, Tiffany in the other. Tiffany would be screaming at the top of her lungs.

“You’re quite a screamer, I don’t think Isaac was even this bad.” She said.

Tiffany felt the world around her shift once more, her arm tugged, the wind flowed in her hair, her body limp, and her stomach dropped as she was slowly raised. Quickly, the surface of the bench would shrink as she was pulled away. She was dangled in the air, kicking and squirming, screaming. She was balling her eyes out as piss continued to seep through her shorts. Most of it was sticking to her skin by now. Then she noticed the show, it was placed under her, feeling the warmth it left behind from the last time she wore them. It wouldn’t be as bad as her gym shoes, however. Tiffany looked at one of Brittney’s eyes as if some of the blonde strands of her hair would block it. There was the comment about Isaac, she did not know who that was.

“Please…please…don’t do this Britt-Brittney…I said I am sorry…!” She wept.

The bell had rung, it would cause the interaction between the two females to cease for a moment. Brittney looked around, Tiffany screamed as the sound was a lot louder than before. It was already an annoying sound, but now, it was beyond unbearable as she was still trying to adapt to the new noises from such a small perspective.

“Suppose it’s time then, huh? The other girls will start pouring in here. Don’t want them to squish you or anything like that, right?” Brittney would say. “Well, I’ll keep you in your shoes for now to reflect.”

Tiffany would try to convince Brittney to stop but it did not work. Her thumb and index finger separated, and her arm felt relief as she was free but she was free falling into the shoe. Quickly she was dropped inside the brown loafer, the insole was almost the same color as the exterior. The potent, yet, familiar smell of Tiffany’s own feet would be invading her nostrils and lungs. She coughed and wheezed. She looked up, seeing Brittney peering an eye inside the shoe. She even sniffed her nostrils towards the round insert of the shoe.

“Hm, let’s see if you stay in there,” Brittney said, dropping the shoe on the ground next to the other one. “Well, I’d love to stay and chat some more rat, but I got better things to do. Things I don’t care…but…fuck it, right?” With that said Brittney began to walk away to her locker.

Tiffany would feel the free fall as she would fall with the shoe. Eventually, it would clash with the tile flooring. A loud and powerful thud plus a blowing impact. She was almost rendered unconscious. Her ears rang, she was dazed, rolling, rubbing her head. She continued to cry as she was now being abused. She rolled on her back, noticing Brittney had walked away. But she couldn’t tell where she went. Soon, other voices were heard. The other girls arrived. They had no idea Tiffany was dropped inside her very own shoe and left to die in her own piss and stench.

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Tiffany began to take a stand, the voices around her would begin to overstimulate her, and she could not concentrate. The girls' locker room would already echo and carry voices. Dealing with just Brittney’s voice at this scale was one thing, but she was dealing with a whole twenty of them. Some of the girls laughed, and some were just staying quiet and changing. Different personalities. Tiffany had to get help and expose Brittney, but the problem was getting noticed first. She would attempt the climb out of her shoe. Unfortunately, she was shrunk down too low where she needed to get a good jump. She did give a few jumps, but they weren’t high enough.

“Hey! Help me! Help me, someone! HELP ME! BRITTNEY DID THIS TO ME!” She screamed.

A few girls entered her area, they began opening their lockers, and began to change. This left Tiffany in a bit of a predicament, an unusual spot. Not that she was Bi or Lesbian but the view angle certainly was captivating in such a unique way for her. She was embarrassed enough as it was considering she was smelling her own feet and piss currently. One girl next to her, Yumi was one of the quieter girls, she would begin removing her top, revealing the pink bra she wore. Then looking ahead, there was Bailey who leaned down, removing her shorts which revealed a pair of red panties with heart shapes on them.

“Wow Bailey, cute panties.” Some of the girls looked and laughed, the girl would coward and put a shirt over her crotch.

“Hey, stop that! Why are you looking anyway?” She said.

“Relax girl, we have fun around here.” Some of them laughed playfully.

Tiffany would yell, but the girls still didn’t notice her despite all the effort she gave. She was defeated, crying, trying to produce the tears as she leaned against the heel part of the shoe as she slouched, eventually, going face first. Brittney, really did a score on her, to the point it just made her more than crash out. She wanted to die, almost.

At this point Tiffany had one thing to worry, would Brittney even bother coming back for her? Or leave her here to die? Eventually, the girls would leave the locker room as the warning bell would alert the students for the next class, or lunch depending on your schedule. For Tiffany, she would be missing lunch, which Brittney would be attending to next.

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Thursday 12:05  PM

The favorite pass-time would arrive for Brittney, lunchtime! The girl walked down the halls as she thought about what she had recently done. Tiffany, that's no good for nothing know it bitch was getting what she deserved. Brittney, was fuzzy inside, just in a positive mood. She wished the idea had come a lot sooner. It was better late than never. Never mind that she planned to meet up with Isaac again and enjoy the lunch hour.

By a fortunate sheer luck, she ran into him near the line to get food, she would approach, cutting the line in fact. Some of the people bitched about it behind her but she dismissed it entirely. Isaac, turned, unaware at first it was Brittney, he looked like a deer stared at by a set of headlights. He looked away for a moment.

“Ah, shit, I didn’t think it would be you.” He said.

“Yeah? Who else would it be? What, are you scared of me now~?” She lowered her voice to him, putting his hands on his shoulder to tease him.

“No, not like that!” He shrugged his shoulders to get her off. “What do you want?”

She rolled her eyes. “Uhm, I want food, Isaac,” Brittney said with confidence as if she was asking for him to do it for him.

“Okay? Well, gotta wait in line then…” He said. “You seem in a good mood…more than what I’m used to seeing…” He had to point out, that she was pretty playful with the presentation she gave. “You also cut in line.”

She shrugged “Oh, I am in a good mood. For good reasons.” She would nod with a smile.

Isaac gave her a side eye and nodded, looking away as she ignored the whole ‘cutting in line’ statement. He was feeling weird, and tense, now that of everything that happened. There was certainly something he did, something he could be proud of or not so proud of. Knowing if Brittney found out about it, he would likely not hear the end of it. Jacking himself off to one of her socks, yeah, it would be best to keep that as his dirty little secret. Even if she teased about it before. Though, an idea did trickle in his mind, being small again, could he request it? It was something to think about.

“So, any plans tonight?” Brittney asked as they moved up in the line, grabbing a tray.

Isaac would think. “Not really, why?” He asked as they continued down the line.

“Have a few ideas. One is by request.”

“By request?” Isaac grew a little anxious if it was what he thought it was. It was too soon, but at the same time, could he embrace it a little more?

Brittney would nod, nudging his shoulder. “We’ll talk about it outside, let’s just get some grub first.” She suggested.

The two would remain silent, Brittney had a plan whether Isaac liked it or not. She knew her relationship with the remote would be on the line if she chose to defy Stephanie, it would cause too much of a problem between them. Besides, she liked Steph, they were besties for a reason. But this remote definitely had caused a thing between the two, she sincerely requested to herself for Stephanie to stay out of the way.

Finally, Brittney would sit down next to Isaac, not across from the picnic table they had chosen to sit at. Isaac continued to be surprised by it, she had never been like this before the whole ‘remote’ thing that happened to him. Hell, they barely spoke at all and exchanged a few smart-ass words with one another. Almost like they were about to beef against one another. Besides that, Brittney had already begun eating, dismissing what she was going to talk about.

“So, about that request?” Isaac would bring up.

“What about it?” She replied with a spoon in her mouth, then pulled it out. “Oh, fuck, right!” She said, being ditzy. “I gotta shrink you down in size again.”

Isaac would square his shoulders, he wasn’t entirely ready about this shrinking thing again. He didn’t want it, but he promised to keep it a secret with Brittney. That’s the thing, Brittney had him on a leash because of this. She could just do it if she felt like it. But, maybe, getting on her good side, could make a compromise about it? He did have one idea, but, it was a little dirty. It was a bit of a confession. He didn’t feel comfortable to say here although.

“So, you want…to do that to me again…?” Isaac would act uninterested.

“Yeah for a bit. Or longer. Depending on how long you want it. Or I want it.” She nudged his arm playfully.

He forced a chuckle. “Yeah? Er, could you tell me more specifically why though?” He asked.

“For my friend, Stephanie? Dunno if you know her. She wants to see you tiny. Don’t know why but she has a thing for it. I mean, I get it though…” She shrugged, then, her cheeks did blush a little as she looked away.

Isaac would scratch the back of his head, unsure what she meant by that. He looked away as well, unaware she was blushing. Suppose they both had a connection in their way.

“So, Stephanie, she’s the reason then…?” He asked again to redirect the conversation.

Brittney continued to look away. “Yeah, just for an interaction. Don’t know what.” She said, suddenly speaking less.

Isaac would try to be more forward. “I’ll do it, but, I do kind of want something out of it.” He would give an offer.

Brittney would look over at him with a brow raised. “An offer? Oh, this gotta be good.” She said, eager to know what it was.

“Erm, well, I dunno how forward I can be with it…”

“What do you mean?” Brittney asked. “Is it something fucked up? Or?” She narrowed her eyes. “Oh, I think I get it…” She scooted a little closer to him, wanting him to reveal himself.

“It’s nothing bad, I swear! It’s just…nothing I don’t think I can reveal to you right now-“

“-Oh come on Isaac, stop being a pussy and just tell me already!” Brittney began to grow impatient by how much he had been stalling.

“I’ll shrink for you in return for socks.” He said very quietly and rapidly as he stared straight at the head of him.

Brittney would look at him, then, look forward. Did she hear him right? Did he say socks? He would be tense, she could see it in his shoulders. She mused to herself, that she was disgusted by it, or, actually just purely surprised by it.

“Ew! What the fuck!” She scooted away from him. “Did you seriously just fucking say that to me? You freak!”

“SHH- You’re making a fucking scene! I told you, I know you didn’t want to hear it!” Isaac would try to tell her to calm down, but now he was humiliated as his face went red. “Please keep your voice down!”

“Mmm-“ She looked around, realizing that she may have been too loud. But fortunately, a lot of the other students were too far away to know what they were even talking about.

Brittney thought about this more. If Isaac wanted to be shrunk down in return for socks, or, her socks specifically? That meant she could make some profitable thing out of this. But for how long could she milk this? Even though she was repulsed by the idea for the most part, it did trickle into her mind of having an attraction to it too, in a domineering way.

“So, you to shrink, willingly, you want socks…my…socks?” She pointed to herself then to her feet under the table with a confused and yet grossed look on her face, but perhaps a sprinkle of interest with it.

“W-Well when you put it that way, y-yes. I… just don’t judge, okay!” Isaac would insist. God, she’s not understanding this and making it a bigger deal, fuck I should have just kept my mouth shut! He internally screamed.

“Is there something you’re not telling me, Isaac? What made you come to this idea?” She lightly pushed his shoulder. “Huh? What the fuck did you do in my room!?” She became aggressive suddenly.

“Hey knock it off! You’re going to get someone to fucking talk to us if you keep acting like this! Chill!”

Brittney would feel her left around the pocket of her uniform, she needed to know more about this now that Isaac was acting funny and was now being more honest with her. Perhaps too honest. First, she thought this was going to be a regular conversation, then have an agreement, but then he went about wanting her socks just to be shrunk willingly! No, she’s doing this now whether he liked it or not, he had explaining to do.

“Nah, piss off, we’re gonna have a chat about this later!” She would pull her remote out, blasting him with the remote. In just a matter of an hour, she used her remote again from her last victim.

Isaac regrets his choice of words or rather his suggestion. He came out as a freak to Brittney and now Brittney wanted to interrogate him because of this. With a glimpse of a second, he had his arms up, he was blasted with the same ray as before from the remote, reduced in size. He stood on the bench from where he was sitting. He stared at the hip where her top and her plaided skirt had met. He slowly stared up as Brittney was towering over him again as he was at the scale of a building block figurine.

“…Not again…” He groaned. “Brittney, you should have just let me explain!” He waved his arms up to her.

“Oh, you’ll get the time to. Enjoy your next confinement you fucking weirdo!” Swiftly she plucked him up with her fingers, now a professional, she shoved him inside her left pocket.

Isaac knew what he said would spark something, but this was an excessive reaction. His fault, he knew Brittney could be a bitch, he knew that from day one that they met. But his behavior changed, almost like he did have a way with her. Could he assume Brittney felt the same? Now inside the pocket, he squirmed, ironically, it was a place of comfort almost. He had no idea what was going on from the outside world. At this time, he had no choice but to wait this out. But wait a minute, he was going to be missing a few classes!

“Brittney! You can’t do this, not yet! I’m going to miss classes and get me in even more trouble!” He squirmed and yelled, pretty much ignored.

“Hey, if you don’t stop squirming down there, I’m shoving you in my locker. Final warning.” She would give Isaac the chance to cease his squirming, it would seem to work.

Brittney started to eat her food again, her eyes peering around as her hand gently rested on top of Isaac to weigh him down from his squirms. She would then use her spoon and begin to eat Isaac’s lunch too. Suppose she couldn’t let that food go to waste, huh? Her mind was racing, and her legs felt a little jittery. She was getting anxious, wasn’t she? Even then, she stared down at her feet, curious about what Isaac said. Something happened in her bedroom when she was away, no way this guy would just say this, right? Or did he just have this weird fantasy before they even met? Brittney got up, cleaned up the area, and left for her next set of classes. Then, she needed to figure out the plan with Steph. If only they had the same lunch together, it would have gotten this whole thing over with.

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Thursday 3:20  PM

After enduring several hours of rolling and groaning, Isaac had been awakened several times by the school bells going off. He continued to remain inside the pocket only because he had been behaving so well. At least to Brittney’s standards. It was getting stuffy inside the pocket, he needed some fresh air. Sometimes he did poke his head out, it was one way to give himself a break. Isaac could assume that classes had to be over, the sound of lockers was slamming, and there would be cars being hard from the front of the school. The coast had to be clear soon. Or would he be stuck in here longer than he thought? His prayers were answered, and her hand began to dig inside the pocket, holding him out.

“Is it time…?” Isaac would say, a little dazed, squinting his eyes at the sudden bright light outside.

“Time for what? How was the pocket ride?” She chuckled a little.

“For the thing…? Sorry, I’m a little lost right now…” Isaac said, rubbing his eyes. “The agreement thing.” He added, pointing up.

Brittney darted her eyes around in thought then nodded. “Oh, yeah. That. Yeah, we’ll figure that out. Going home first.” She revealed, saying it casually.

“Er- Home? For what? Couldn’t just fucking do this whole shrinking thing to me later, Britt!?” Isaac said, giving a little sass.

“Hm, yeah, but no.” She said, lifting him to her face as she walked. “I didn’t forget what you asked me earlier, so I’m not dropping it until I figure that out.”

“Is this why I’m going home with you…?” He had to ask.

Brittney shrugged. “Not exactly. But it still works in my favor. It’s funny having you on a leash like this.” She grinned then sighed. “But I’m changing out of my school uniform first. Then we’re doing the meet-up.”

Isaac would stare around, avoiding eye contact as he sat on her palm. “So what am I doing exactly then…?”

She snapped a finger. “Occupy me. Talk to me. Stop being a questioning dickhead and entertain me.”

Isaac would stare back at her face, her hair blowing in it a few times from the wind. But it wasn’t enough where he would blow away, not yet that is. Brittney was certainly acting a little different, perhaps just liking the attention that Isaac gave her. This was quite a task, he had to admit. Could he keep a girl occupied despite being a virgin? He remained anxious, this whole sock thing could come up at any moment.

“Well, to save you the struggle of looking like a schizo, maybe…place me somewhere?” He treads lightly with his words, his eyes darted, quickly nodding and pointing. “On your shoulder maybe!?” He would say as a recovery.

Brittney was about to say something, making him finish with what he was going to say. Suppose she was too anxious, maybe wanting to hear more about it. Oh who was she kidding, of course, she wanted to know more about it. It’s the first time a guy asked for the socks she wore. But strangely, she just kept thinking about it more and more. Little did Isaac know. But he had a good point, clever, place him on her shoulder. Perhaps this could work out better in terms of travel.

“Well, you can be quite a shit-head but you have a good idea for once. Fine. Make yourself…at home…” She said with hesitation. “Mind the hair, seriously, don’t need you tugging on me.”

With that said, the hand would raise, set against the right shoulder of Brittney who would continue to walk at a slower pace to make sure Isaac was able to hop on. She ensured the shoulder strap of her school bag was secure on her other shoulder. Unlike before, she was allowing him to actually roam more freely, for a limited amount that is. She felt those little feet as they set foot, it made her a little squeamish in a way, she was not fully adapted to a tiny person climbing on her. It was just like grabbing them, it took time to get used to it.

Isaac was honored to be given such an opportunity. He would with no hesitation climb on her shoulder which would be covered by the sea of blue fabric that belonged to Brittney’s top school uniform. The sights around them took quite a lot to behold, looking at the side of Brittney, the details were clear. Looking far out, it became a blur. Her sea of blonde hair would extend like vines, overlapping him every so often. He gathered a small amount, using them for something to hold on to. Brittney cornered her eye to him with a slight head turn, and she left him be.

Brittney cleared her throat. “So, how does it feel?” She asked.

It took a moment for Isaac to grasp what he wanted to say. He just stared up at the side of Brittney’s head as he admired the detail of her blonde hair features. Staring down did give him a good view, of the bust that had formed on her chest. It was surreal to think that it wasn’t an actual detail he focused a lot on. A gentleman he was, well, now that was slowly thrown out the window. It had for a while now in fact the more you thought about it. Every time Brittney spoke, he felt the vibrations, it was soothing. Just as he listened to her breathing at times and throat cleared.

“How it feels? W-Well, it’s something…I…kind of wish to experience this a lot sooner actually…” Isaac would admit.

“Really? You like where you are? Huh, that’s nice to know.” She thought about it. “It isn’t a bad spot has a lot of perks.”

“Like what?”

“Like what? Well, you can hide behind my hair if necessary. You’re easy to hear. You’re like a talking parrot or some shit. I guess that depends on how small you are.” She slowly nodded and laughed a little. “And…I know where you are all the time…” Her eyes would corner, trying to get a look at him.

“A talking parrot? More like your conscious…you just need another me on the other side.”

“That’s if I wanna listen to your dumbass thoughts in the first place.”

“But you did that just now with the shoulder thing…?”

Brittney would square her shoulders, it was a good sign she was tense, and she was called out. Her thought did draw a blank, Isaac got her good. But how could she counter this comment? She had one, it was a forward one too.

“Hey, Isaac.”

“Yeah?” He replied.

“Speak like that to me again, we’re going to see how deep you go inside the toilet bowl with the worst swirlie of your life.”

Isaac swallowed. “Would you do something like that though?” He asked.

“If I don’t like you enough maybe. But for now, you’re better than the first time we met. I haven’t forgiven you by the way, don’t get too comfortable.” She said.

“…Noted…”

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Brittney continued to walk, the conversations were ceasing at times. Some other students were walking home, along with some cars. At times if Brittney was walking to Isaac, it looked like she was talking to herself. Which was one factor to consider if she wanted to keep Isaac on her shoulders like this. Honestly, she would dig the idea. It was just so refreshing, so engaging and she wasn’t sure why. But oh, she knew she couldn’t keep him like this forever, but, maybe could make it happen more often. She had to wait and see how things played out.

“Since we’re almost home, or my home, we’re talking about the plan.” She said, pocketing out her phone so Isaac could observe what she was doing. “Do you have a suggestion where you want to meet my friend?” She asked, opening up her Maps app.

“Uh, why are you asking me!? This isn’t my idea, it was yours!”

She exhaled. “No, it was her idea, kind of. I think. Look, doesn’t matter, you have a bigger role in this than you think.”

“Okay, how so?”

“You’re my special chip or a bargain chip? I dunno what that term means but it sounds like the right type of term to use.” She smiled and nodded. “You make Stephanie happy, convince her to have me keep the remote, we all get a good ending out of this.”

“I see. But…this seems to benefit you more than all of us here-“

“-All of us. You’ll see. I can think of something for you too. Just need more time.” She said, then, pointing a finger up in front of him. “-And no, you are NOT getting my socks. You sick fuck.” She said very sternly but gave a turn away as she bit the bottom of her lip.

“You didn’t need to mention any of that!” Isaac said, getting restless. He regrets what he said.

“Well, it’s a reminder for you. A-Anyways we’re here.” She stopped, noticing her Mom’s car being gone. “Before I go in, what is your suggestion on where to go.”

“Suggestion of where to go? Like, anywhere?”

“Jesus fuck man! How many times do I gotta’ repeat myself?” She wanted to scream.

“I-How could you yell at me like this!? I-I don’t know a Pizza place, a park, something!”

“That’s real descriptive of you. Fine, fuck all, I’ll figure it out myself. Whatever I pick, you deal with it. Well, I do too.” With that said, she entered her home, keeping quiet in case of her brother being around.

This wasn’t the first time that Brittney would sneak inside her home, she was a lot worse when she was younger. But there wasn’t much reason to sneak, that until she heard a voice coming from the bedroom down the hall near her mother's bedroom. Yep, her brother was home. Isaac, clung closely to Brittney who didn’t say a word, Isaac could tell she was trying to remain hidden. Slowly removing her shoes, and revealing her socked feet, she walked herself up the stairs to her bedroom. Swiftly, she locked the door behind her, she sighed.

“Ah, God, didn’t want to deal with him right now.”

“Is that your brother down there?”

“Yes, he works part-time, to be honest, I’m surprised my Mom hasn’t kicked him out yet, he got fired from his last job..."

“Speaking of which, what are you planning to go to school for…?”

“You’re asking me this now? Hmm, fine, I want to do something with designs, fashion or art maybe. I dunno.” She walked over to her desk. “Well, don’t know if I like to say it but…you’re in my room again. Funny how long it’s been…” She rolled her eyes with a chuckle.

Isaac was at a tough stop as memories flowed in “Yeah…not very long…” He said hesitantly.

“Okay, I’m going to get myself cleaned up and ready…” She awkwardly said. “So to make sure you don’t do anything, and I MEAN anything…you’re up on this shelf until I come back.” She said, reaching for him.

Isaac, couldn’t exactly protest against her suggestion. He was nabbed and set down on the shelf, it was above her bed. There was no way he could get down, although, jumping down on her bed, keyword, could ease the impact of the fall. But he had to be quite ballsy to make such an attempt at such a great height. He looked down at the edge of the shelf, ironically, he was the one looking down at Brittney as he could see the scalp of her head and other features. She stepped away, walking across the room.

Brittney played it safe, she was not letting him free anymore until she figured out about the last episode he was here. She went to her dresser, she began to gather some clothing pieces as she figured out what to wear. But then she stopped, turning around where Isaac was. It did hit her. Should she do this on a Thursday night? What would this event be? It was like, she was dressing up for a date. Wait a minute, it was almost like one. But it was a double date! Her legs trembled with thought, what did she insist on doing? Maybe she got ahead of herself here. No, she needed to plan more. What time was it even? Staring at the clock, it was past four already. Slowly she nodded her left to right while thinking.

“Hey, Isaac…” She said casually, then realized she couldn’t hear him. She began to walk closer, setting a knee on her bed. “Should we just postpone this tomorrow? Makes more sense on a Friday night…”

Isaac wasn’t left with much to do, the shelf only provided some knickknacks, a cartoon cat plushy and a bunny, a few pictures, a necklace, and a smartwatch that Brittney likely didn’t wear much. Looking over, was he looking at what she was wearing? But then something else happened, looked like she was in thought. She then called out to him. It was distant, he sure heard her, but she wouldn’t hear him. Then came the baffling part, she would reveal that she wanted to postpone this until tomorrow. Why? Why was he here then!?

“Uh, what? WHAT!? You brought me here for THAT!” He blurted out. He wasn’t happy, he missed classes because of this. Did this girl not plan? She did not, she just acted. In a way, it was admirable but reckless.

“Well, I mean, I didn’t think about it until now…” She said, sounding quite dumb by her tone. “Yeah, let’s just do that then…” She said, speaking like a true blonde.

“Britt, I lost time for classes for this, you made this sound like this was happening tonight? Did you even tell your friend yet?”

“Uhm, no, why would I? I was going to do it when I was ready.” She said, either acting or playing dumb. 

“If you got ready, how did you know that Stephanie was ready!?”

“Well, I got the impression she’d be down to get ready as soon as I tell her that. What’s the big deal?” She groaned. “Okay, you’re getting annoying again…”

“I’m just trying to help you Britt, ugh. Fine! J-Just why am I here then? Can you bring me normal again…?”

She exhaled out of her nose, crossing her arms as she rocked her knee into her bed a few times. “Fix you again? Seems kind of quick you think?”

“What other choice is there?” Isaac said, standing near the edge of the shelf to look down at the gargantuan blonde.

She raised her hands. “Well, I mean, you’re here now, right bug boy? Let it be like last time, we can fuck around a little more. Or, maybe, you can tell me your sickening sock fetish.”

Isaac held his hands up. “H-Hey stop bringing that up!”

She laughed and rolled her eyes as if she would let this slide. But she did, for now, only to ease him and then get back at him. She would reach a hand, grabbing him, holding him into a fist as she held him down at her chin level. She tilted her head a little, giving a smug look on her face.

“If you don’t tell me now, I can make you.” She sighed. “Fine, pussy. Gonna put you on my desk for a moment.”

“Would it kill you from refraining of calling me that…” Isaac requested without sounding overly offended about Britt’s choice of words.

“I will when you stop acting like one.” She said, sticking her tongue out, dropping him on her desk, she started walking away.

Isaac was back where once was before, at the desk. It did recall to him about the whole meatball thing. It was one of the few nicer gestures that Brittney gave him. But now there was none of that, she was being more pushy lately as of recent. It made him think. Is she intentionally stalling the bonding between him and Stephanie or is she finding her time alone with him? She walked away, not sure what she was doing. She then began to pull out a drawer, digging something out. She presented a fabric, a blue crew-length sock that she would wear with her school uniforms at times.

“Uh oh, look what I found Isaac~” She grinned, dangling the fabric up and down as she approached him.

Isaac felt his heart cease, at least it felt like it did. His body locked up, Brittney pulled out something. Sure, he couldn’t see it in clear detail but the shape of it was noticeable. Then she got closer with every step, every quake and thunderous step. Then the blue sock was clear to see as she stood in front of the desk, playfully dangling the sock above him. Yes, Brittney was getting frisky. For what reason, he did not know.

“Ooh~ Lookie, it’s dangling. Do you like this? You like Sockies? Do they excite you~?” She cooed.

Isaac did not know what to do, should he fall for the bait? Or continue to act strong and keep his composure? The sock kept dangling, it teased him, although, he would prefer them being worn to emphasize the curves. Brittney clearly didn’t understand it, and Isaac didn’t know fully either. But to an extent, coming over didn’t seem entirely bad if Brittney continued the acts.

“Well, come on Isaac, just tell me the fascination about it. I’m giving you the chance to~” Brittney would try to seduce Isaac and his enjoyment.

Isaac would continue to have an itch, that urge, that damn urge as Brittney would shamelessly tease Isaac with his confession. But to him, what did this mean? Why did Brittney begin doing this to him? Crap, now he had to deal with this secret that Brittney knew about. The question was would she tell anyone else about this?

Isaac backed up. “N-No way! There’s nothing much to it, you wouldn’t understand!”

“Well, I’d fuckin’ understand if you just told me.”

“It doesn’t work like that you blonde!” Isaac yelled.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Brittney asked with a stern look. “You’re no fun.” She said, tossing her sock behind her. “Guess you ain’t getting any of that then.” She would state with his obduracy.

Isaac watched as Brittney would change her attitude, like a land mine, she was a girl with a rapid change of emotion. She would tease the sock a little more, then, she tossed it behind her. She wasn’t playing any games anymore. But then came the next act, what would happen next? Should Isaac speak?

“W-Well that’s fine then! Can I go home now?”

Brittney narrowed her eyes. “Why don’t you want to stay? Do you not like me?” She asked as she continued to hold the same expression.

“It isn’t like that, no, I have things to do!” Isaac would stomp a foot.

“Oh yeah? Like what, you had free time to do this meet-up tonight?”

“Homework.” He said forwardly.

“Wow, what a loser. Would you rather do homework than spend time with me? A girl much bigger than you?” She scoffed. “I knew I’d take you as that kind of guy.”

“I-I do, I just don’t know what to DO! You’re keeping me here and just keep arguing with me!” He tried to reason.

Brittney would cross her arms, taking a seat on her chair as she lightly spun to the left and the right, she would be thinking as she looked at Isaac. Fine, it was fair, she was arguing more than doing anything. If she got any louder, surely her brother would investigate why she was talking to herself. She did get an idea, however. She extended her left hand and her right, staring at her fingernails.

“I got an idea.” She said with an open-mouth expression.

Isaac would stand there and watch the gargantuan blonde take a seat on the chair. It would creak as it supported her weight, the thought of being on the chair did cause questions to him. There he goes again, those perverted thoughts. Damn, what's wrong with him? Brittney extended a hand, eventually, both as she stared at them. Isaac didn’t know what this idea was when she mentioned it.

“Okay? What?”

“Paint my nails, it’ll be cute bonding experience.” She said, showing off her unpainted nails that had grown a little long. “I’ll let you go home then. It'll be for tomorrow." She would say to push Isaac into doing the request.

Isaac was shocked. “P-Paint your nails? What!?”

“Yeah, paint them. It’s a good time to do it now, it’ll be for tomorrow. Besides, I’m feeling a nice shade of black with them with the outfit I was going to pick.” She expressed.

Isaac did grow a little red on the face, he looked away for a moment. Would this be fun to him? Painting a girl’s fingernail? This sounded like a manual labor job. How was he even going to do it? He then decided that he didn’t have a choice, did he? Guess considering what he did earlier might be enough to get on her good side, or be more on her good side. He didn’t know what his stance was from her perspective.

“I-I guess. I don’t have a choice, do I?” He said, waving his hands and flapping his arms down to his sides.

“No, you don’t. I mean, you do, but you don’t.” She said, getting up.

Brittney would be unceasing as she would give Isaac a hard time and a clear message on what to do or what to say. Isaac was troubled by this whole idea but if it was to get on Brittney’s good side, whatever that might entail to reach, he would be willing to do anything just to get this night to go over. The thought about painting a girl’s nails would certainly be something he would do, especially normal size. Yes, he was that kind of guy, it was a sweet gesture in reality. But now that he was going to do it at this scale he was currently, the thought of it seemed like manual labor than anything else. Watching Brittney depart from her chair would be a sign she was beginning to prep everything. Isaac would wait as it was the only thing he could do.

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Brittney would return as she had everything in hand she would place a small glass jar next to Isaac as she unscrewed the cap. Brittney was fuzzy about this idea, getting a guy to paint her nails, oh, it was something she wanted to express for her attraction to it. She continued to shield those emotions however, she didn’t want to come off as weak or vulnerable for Isaac as he was standing at her desk at attention, awaiting first instructions or when to start. Seems she had conditioned this guy to do her bidding whatever that might entail.

Brittney would give a sigh followed by a nod. “Okay, get to it.” She instructed.

Isaac would tilt his head up as Brittney sat herself down she would have everything placed and ready for Isaac. He stared at her hands as they faced flat on the table, Isaac, stared at them as if they were hypnotizing to him. He didn’t have a thing for girl's hands, it was the thought that he never really stared at her hands before and noticed how much in detail they were. He scratched the back of his head, staring up at the blonde and the bottle where the brush was ready for him to grab. At least for the building block figurine scale he was currently set, he was able to likely use this brush with no problem.

Brittney would exhale out of her nose as she grew impatient. “Well? Are you getting started or do you have a thing for girl hands too?” She raised a brow, leaning her head forward.

Isaac quickly shook his head, grabbing the brush as it still was taller than him. He didn’t know what hand to start from, her left or right hand. Brittney would just gaze down at him with authority. Isaac swallowed and took the chance to start from her right hand first, it made sense, right? For a gal like Brittney that was rather difficult to think about. With enough concentration, Isaac began to use the brush of the brush as it was enveloped with black paint. He started to apply the plain nail as if he were in painting class as Brittney moved her free hand away, seems she did not have a preference of what hand to start with.

“Ah, see? Now you’re coming off obedient…” She chuckled. But I cannot deny this is giving me an edge I never thought of, keep at it, Isaac… She thought.

Isaac did not want to settle with the word obedient that came out of this chick’s mouth. He gritted his teeth together as he felt his face getting warm, unsure if it was embarrassment or he was blushing at the treatment she had given him. He gave a stare up at Brittney who continued to supervise him through the way as she used her free hand and rested it underneath her chin from its palm. He was doing quite well with this whole fingernail polishing task he had been upheld with. Brittney didn’t have anything to say for now, that was until he reached her middle finger. His little arms did get a little fatigue already, this meant that his strength was not up to par with the endurance of this task.

Brittney would show a frown. “What’s the deal? Why are you slowing down?” Brittney began to express her disappointment. “Do you NOT want to go home?” She asked. Although, I wouldn’t mind if it were the other way around, maybe… She gave another thought.

Isaac would give himself a break as he would lean into the utensil as he firmly used the tip of it on the desk as if it were some sort of pole. Brittney was certainly mad, he didn’t care as she had to know that he needed a break once in a while. His arms felt like they were going to fall apart, they were burning as the muscles were tired. He groaned to himself a little, his attention all up to the blonde’s face.

“As you can see, I’m tired, can you at least give me a minute? My arms are getting tired.” He would entreat Brittney to give him this moment of peace.

Brittney would use the fingers of her free hand to tap the edge of her cheek as she had to allow Isaac to give him a break, she didn’t want this moment to go away or rather be done too quickly, she was enjoying it a little too much. God, what a piss baby. Though, I guess I can start treating him less like trash since I do need to rely on him tomorrow. She internally convinced herself.

“Fine.” She would say. “Take your time, but you go home until you’re done. You’re also lucky that…I didn’t have you do my toenails right away, I wanted them painted too.” She said, saving that for another time she would.

Isaac was stupefied as Brittney was going to let him have this moment of a break but he was certainly tense about her toenails wanting to get painted, no way, or at least he thought he didn’t want to do it. As pushy as she typically was, she really was being generous but for some reason, she looked like she didn’t want to. Was there more than he needed to know or was he thinking too hard? With his break, he wouldn’t want to spoil this moment, he got to work again a minute later and try to get done with this hand. But during the work, suppose a little friendly conversation to get to know each other wouldn’t hurt? Since this was quite an unusual and rocky friendship he had with Brittney, guess he had to know more about her and get her to forget that whole sock thing from earlier.

“H-How long have you had this…you know…remote thing? I forgot if I asked about it already…” He would strike this as a starter conversation.

Brittney did grow a little bored by this, it became rather mundane where she wanted to do this job herself, but Isaac gave him a question, trying to remember if he asked it or not. Regardless, she would take the bait, conversation could pass the time so this little piss ant could finish this job she set up for him. Though, should she give her story one-to-one or one-to-thirty on accuracy?

“What kind of starter conversation is that? Fuck, I’ll talk anyways…” Her lips showed a small smile. “I won’t say who I found it from but one of the professors back in one of the classrooms had the remote hidden. Stephanie and I found it, or, well, I FOUND it by pure accident.” Brittney revealed.

Isaac nodded. “So you found it while Stephanie knew? Did Stephanie allow you to have the remote?” He genuinely asked.

“Alright you’re asking too many questions and pissing me off already,” Brittney said sternly. “Talk about something else. I swear we talked about this already anyway.”

Isaac would cease as he felt himself jolt from her stern expression as her smile once again faded. Damn, he was on a good track too. “Okay! Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that! Tell me only what you want to hear next time…” He would insist, trying to redirect the conversation. “H-How long have you and Stephanie been friends?”

Brittney would cool off, she didn’t want to reveal too much as for anomalous instances Britt would be strategic on what to say from her new power of discovery. Stephie would be mentioned by Isaac, she was willing to indulge a response to that at the very least. “A few years ago, we went to High School together.” She said. “Then we went to the Institute to get extra credit to a true college, but, well, she’s on my ass about passing and all that…” She shrugged.

“Well, that just means she cares about you.” Isaac would say. “I’m sure she just cares about your well-being, I mean, you’re kinda crazy but I’m sure you appreciate it at least, right?”

Brittney became silent as her blue eyes would gaze around her room, eventually coming around to Isaac once more. “What about you?” She said. “Do you care about me even though I’m crazy to you?”

Brittney gave Isaac a loaded question, it was a quick turn of events where this was about Stephanie and now about his perspective. Isaac didn’t know how to truly respond to that question. He broke eye contact with Brittney as he stared at her nail that he continued to paint, reaching to the pinkie fingernail of her right hand. He did give a stare up at her, shrugging with a gulp.

“I-I mean you’re unpredictable, so, like, I dunno…” Isaac would say, fumbling his words as he rolled his free hand around. “I-I mean if I didn’t care, would I be doing this for you right now…?” Isaac said, unsure if he was making sense. “Look, I’m just doing what you’re telling me to do whatever I am to you, some bug or fucking servant, I’m just doing my part to not die!” He would admit. “I’m pretty fucking terrified at this size!” He added.

Brittney would stare down at him as she gave a lack of emotion but something was really on her mind. This guy is doing everything I tell him to do, I feel weird as if…I’m excited. Fuck, I’m in too deep but I don’t know how to stop it. She began to tap her cheek once more as she swapped her other hand for him to begin painting, she waved her newly painted hand, she did appreciate that Isaac did a decent hell of a job. She was getting too vulnerable, too hot, she had to switch this up quickly.

“Whatever…” She rolled her eyes and then mused if to speak more, eventually, she did. “I will say I don’t mind your company like this, honestly it’s like I only like you at this size more than anything else. But of course, I won’t do that, I don’t think I can…” She said with a pause. “That would make me too much of a bad person…?” She asked. Although, can be a possibility if necessary… She thought.

Isaac did feel rather safe as Brittney wouldn’t go at extreme levels like that, although if he were stuck at this size, it did raise a lot of questions. Would he be conditioned into it? The thought of just not being able to live life anymore did sound pretty awesome. But he had to remember this was Brittney. But what if Stephanie? He had yet to be exposed how what she was like with him and her alone, if it would even get that far. Isaac continued his duties, finishing up the last hand as Brittney would observe the progress he had accomplished. Her hands were now painted.

“Very impressed Isaac.” She had to admit, smiling a little more as she checked her hands out with them extended out from her arms. “Maybe now I’m realizing that you and I seem to get along better than I thought…” She sighed. “Guess I will need to fulfill my promise, huh?”

“W-Well thank you, I didn’t expect myself to be good at it but I’m glad you enjoyed the outcome,” Isaac said, actually dreading if he did a good job or not. Brittney had been acting weird although, she seemed to be more relaxed or in more thought than normal. Although she could just be getting tired too. “I’d like that, especially for the day tomorrow…”

Brittney would suddenly remember, in fact, temporarily forgetting about the date thing as her mind had been scrambled since this whole fingernail painting session thanks to the conversation she had with Isaac. “Yes, that part of the deal…” She nodded.

“Is there anything I should know before that in detail or…?”

“Not yet. We’ll go over it beforehand after school. How about you meet me here after school.” She suggested. "I also gotta' talk to Stephie about the plan and figure out what to do from here."

“You mean here? L-like in your room-“

“-No my backyard you moron.” She became her natural self again from her sudden interruption. “O-Or just meet me at the bus stop a few blocks away from here, you know where that is, right?”

“I-I only saw your house being small like this, how am I going to k-“

Brittney groaned, facepalming. “Okay, forget it! Meet me after school on the west wing, does that fucking suffice enough for you to understand where to go? Damn.” She waved her arms.

“Yes, that’ll do, s-sorry but I just didn’t know!” Isaac would be honest, trying not to get her too upset.

She would nod, Brittney had part of the evening planned out and knew why she had to do it once she felt remote from the pocket of her uniform. She would begin to lift Isaac from the surface of the desk while mindful of her newly painted fingernails. She would fulfill her promise to Isaac and return him to the same spot where she grew him last time. It was in that very alleyway where the event was out of sight and out of mind. Once again they had departed and both parties could certainly agree that this was more of an eventful evening than it expected it to be.