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Slow Shrinking Psychology - Chapter Two | Commission
🕑 Added 2020-07-23 20:07:10 +0000 UTCKlay was looking forward to Psychology class, he couldn’t wait to see Rachel and Miss Gray. His run in with Brienne had been a little sketchy and he hoped they could help make sure he’s safe. He had been at school for not even five minutes and already he had been harassed for his size.
“One class away” he muttered to himself as he kept his head down and navigated the winding halls. Klay had not even considered the fact that he had gym class first period today. Why would he? Up until arriving at school, this entire arrangement had seemed like a breeze.
He just had to keep a low profile. He’d just stay at the back, provide the minimally required effort and everything would be fine. First, however, he’d need to get changed. Get changed! He didn’t have any gym clothes! His panicked mind raced as he hunted for a solution.
He knew what the protocol was. With his head down, this time from anticipating the embarrassment about to come, Klay headed into the boy’s locker rooms. An explosion of voices flooded his ears as he struggled to push the heavy door open. The floor of the room was cream, textured slightly for slip protection. Clean, white walls lit up the space as they reflected the bright light from the array of bulbs above. Filling the room were his classmates, other seniors all in various states of undress. They thought amongst themselves, with items of clothing being thrown across the room at all times.
Klay managed to enter unnoticed as he immediately made his way to his gym teacher’s office. With the door always open, Klay was able to just step inside without any problems or unnecessary attention being drawn to himself. “Mr Lorraine?” she asked, attempting to get the attention of the man scrolling through his phone at his desk.
Mr Lorraine, who was in his thirties, looked up from his phone and pushed his glasses up against his face. “Can I help you, young man?” the kind and humble looking man asked.
“Young man? It’s me, Klay!” Klay replied, confused that his teacher, who he had known for a long time, hadn’t even recognised him.
Shocked, Mr Lorraine stood up from his chair to get a closer look. “What happened? You must be only four feet tall, but you look younger too! I didn’t even recognise you!”
“Wow, really?” Klay asked, looking for a mirror in the room. He moved towards the trophy case and peered into one of the mirrors lining the back of it. Before him stood what many people would have guessed was his little brother. His facial structure had changed slightly - his skin was clearer, he had less definition in his muscles. Maybe this was why Brienne hadn’t recognised him, he thought.
“Oh my God, I didn’t know this was part of the study. Thank you for letting me know, Mr Lorraine.” Klay replied as he looked up to face his teacher, who dwarfed him.
“Not a problem. I hope this study you’re involved with is safe!”, Mr Lorraine replied as he moved over to his desk to grab a drink. With his bottled water in hand, he leaned his supple glutes against the front of his desk. “Now, what can I help you with?”
“I don’t have any gym clothes that fit”, Klay said shamefully. He hated having to borrow gym clothes from school. The person who borrowed clothes always stuck out, looked awful and it was so generally just so unsanitary.
“Hmmm, we don’t have much for your size…” Mr Lorraine said as he considered what Klay could do. He walked over to the boxes near the door of his office, where they kept the various spare kits and lost items. Digging through the loose items, he spoke, “I do remember one thing that we had that would fit you, it was left behind after an event we did with some of the earlier schools”.
Klay blushed hearing this, he hated seeming younger than he was. It wouldn’t last long, he figured, he’d eventually be too small to even do his classes without someone looking after him. His train of thought was cut short as Mr Lorraine found what he was looking for, “Ah! Here it is!” he shouted, turning with the smaller items of clothing in hand.
Klay’s heart sank as he witnessed the horrific gym clothes he was about to be made to wear. He was worried about sticking out in some badly matched gym clothes, now she’d be doing the entire class in that monstrosity? Miss Lorraine was holding a small, vibrant green soccer kit; shorts, green knee high socks and a green jersey. The badge on the front was the emblem of a well known neighbouring school, Coolidge Junior High.
“Can I just not do gym?” Klay asked, not wanting to interact with his gym class in such an embarrassing outfit looking like a kid.
Mr Lorraine smiled sympathetically, “I’m sorry Klay but the field is already prepared, we’re doing a taster session for some of the track and field activities we’ll be doing for Sports Day. Don’t worry though, it’s an easy class and you can just do as you please”.
That did sound okay, Klay thought. “Well, can I at least get changed in your office?” he asked, not wanting to be thrown to the wolves just yet.
“Yes, of course! Feel free!” Mr Lorraine replied before moving back over to his desk to play on his phone. Klay smiled at his teacher, he felt lucky to have such a great guy looking out for him. Placing his bag down on the floor behind the door, where he was out of sight, Klay removed his spare sneakers and his notebook from it. Grabbing a pen also, he scribbled down some notes, “TARGETED BY BULLY, ELABORATE LATER. GYM TEACHER STILL NICE, ELABORATE LATER”. He could hear the noise in the main room lessening as people headed outside, leaving only the slowest to get changed still remaining. He took his time in taking his clothes off and putting the new clothes on, anything to shorten his time in the actual class.
Once Klay had finally gotten his gym clothes on, he looked over to Mr Lorraine and asked, “Mr Lorraine, are you coming?”
Not even looking up from the glow of his phone, the athletic teacher replied, “Sadly not, I and the other teachers in the gym department are having a meeting while you’re all busy trying out the different sports”. Klay gulped, worried. Defeated in his attempts to find some protection, Klay turned to leave the office.
As he walked back into the main part of the locker room, it was totally empty. He sighed in relief, although it only felt like he was only putting off the inevitable. Leaving the locker room, he made
his way down the long hallway to outside. At least outside he could maybe keep out of the way, he thought.
The door swung open to reveal a familiar sight to Klay - his school field, only it was filled with the equipment for everything from long jump, to high jump, to shot putt. Most of the guys had gone straight to the soccer field to get some games in while the teachers weren’t around. Most of the girls had congregated in the centre gap of the other field to talk. Smaller groups walked around and talked about what there was to do, and even fewer actually tried the sports out.
Timidly, Klay made his way onto the field. Very little time passed before he was quietly and quickly making his way into the labyrinth of sport setups and groups of his fellow students. Keeping his head down, he looked for somewhere to stand, or even a student that might recognise him. He didn’t know many of the girls in school.
Klay couldn’t help but feel like he was swimming through sharks as he made his way past a particularly boisterous group of his fellow students. He sank his head particularly low as his short legs worked over time to get past them. “Hey! Kid!” one of the girls in the group shouted.
Klay froze. He dared not look. “Hey! I’m talking to you, Marky!” Marky? Klay furrowed his brow, confused. Were they actually talking to him? Turning to face the group Klay quickly learned that they were in fact talking to him, as he was met by countless eyes all burning into him and his soccer attire.
“Me? I’m Klay” Klay replied, hoping to be able to just explain himself to his classmates. As Miss Gray had said, “they’re teenagers, not savages”.
The main girl of the group, a shorter girl with dark brown hair in a ponytail stepped towards Klay. Klay recognised her as just another one of the popular girls, her name was Britney and, like Brienne, wasn’t known for being particularly nice. “Why do you lie?” Britney asked, her brow furrowed in doubt of this kid not being called Marky.
“I’m Klay, I swear! I’m a senior here!” Klay shouted back, more firm with his stance. He was truly Klay.
Britney’s furrow turned into a hard frown upon hearing Klay’s words. “So you’re telling me that you’re a senior? Here? Now I know you’re lying”, Britney began. Klay flinched as Britney, in leggings and a sports bra, reached down towards him and grabbed his shirt. Roughly, she pulled the fabric at the back so Klay could see. It said, “Marky”, in block letters across his back.
Releasing her top, Britney pushed Klay backwards slightly, causing him to stumble. “You couldn’t possibly be a senior, you’re the age of a junior, you’re wearing the soccer uniform of your junior school, and you lied about your name so your word means nothing!”.
“I’m shrinking as part of a psychology study!” Klay shouted out in a last ditch attempt to make the girls believe him, he could see on their faces that they weren’t liking or believing him.
“Oh and now you think we’re dumb?” Britney asked, her friends all stepping forward until the group of girls loomed over Klay, blocking out the sun. “I don’t care if you’re a junior, nobody disrespects us! Pin him down!” Britney shouted, the girls all cheering in response.
Panicking, Klay turned in an attempt to run away. Barely making it even a couple metres, Britney and her friends grabbed the small boy by the shoulders and pulled him into their collective grasp. The countless faces of the girls encircling him were dizzying as he looked up at them, with the only direct light seeming to come from the small gap remaining above.
They all looked around, making sure that there were no teachers, and there weren’t. Suddenly a hand, seeming to come out of nowhere, came bolting towards Klay’s posterior. It quickly slipped past the waistband of his shorts as he cowered away from the bullying girls. He yelped out at the intrusion as the girl’s hand brushed across his ass and it’s snaking fingers curled around the edges of her boxer shorts leg holes. His body tensed as the prying fingers invaded his most personal of areas..
Klay turned to face the source of the hand, and saw that Britney had given herself the honour. She grinned evilly, her blue eyes piercing into Klay’s. Time seemed to slow, this calm before the storm seemingly endless. Just get on with it, Klay thought to himself as he waited for the inevitable tug. He felt so humiliated as the girls all watched their most outgoing friend hold a lying junior in place by his underwear.
Suddenly it happened. Britney’s hand shot towards the sky, Klay’s boxer shorts wrapped around it like the handle on a purse. Their elasticity saved her some pain for a short time as they stretched further and further up, becoming more taut as they went. So far Klay had only experienced a relatively sharp burn.
As his boxer shorts closed in on their maximum tensile load, the real pain began. Klay felt his body beginning to be lifted into the air as the tight fabric of his boxer shorts painfully dug into his asshole. He bit his cheek and clenched his eyes shut, the pain getting ever worse as he struggled to keep himself steady with only his toes left on the ground.
The group of surrounding girls laughed as Britney continued to pull higher. “Lift him up!” an anonymous voice from the group called out to Britney, causing a positive stir from the rest of them. Britney stuck her spare hand out and used it to also grab onto Klay’s boxer shorts. With both hands gripped tightly, Britney dragged the boxer shorts impossibly deep into Klay’s ass causing him to scream out. He kicked wildly as he was lifted into the air by the thinning fabric. The girl’s laughed as Britney held him there for a time, before her arms began to shake from the strain.
Finally Britney let go and Klay flopped to the floor, ashamed. The girl’s moved away, leaving Klay to pull the stretched fabric out of his asshole and try to rearrange it as best he could. He hadn’t had a wedgie in years. That had to be the worst of gym class at least, he thought, his spirit not broken yet.
Climbing to his feet, Klay looked around and saw that not many eyes were on him. Britney and her friends were nearby but they were chatting amongst themselves, seemingly sparing him for now. Klay decided to move deeper into the field, not wanting to be anywhere near Britney. His ass throbbed painfully from the wedgie as he walked, his underwear still not sitting correctly from being stretched so far.
As Klay passed more and more girls who seemed to leave her alone, she gained in confidence. She turned her attention to finding someone from her gym class who she knew, maybe Jenny was in today. He hunted far and wide for his friend, Jenny, unable to see her anywhere on the huge field full of girls, most wearing all similar clothes.
Klay stopped dead in his tracks as he spotted Brienne and the cheer squad practicing the pyramid. Brienne climbed her way to the top easily before steadying herself and looking out across the field in triumph. Klay began to turn to walk away when his green soccer kit caught Brienne’s eye. Brienne immediately clocked him as the kid she’d spoken to this morning. “He’s in a Coolidge Junior High soccer kit, I knew he wasn’t a senior here!” Brienne shouted from atop the pyramid before making her way down, and watching it dismantle as the rest of them came down too.
Increasing in pace, Klay began walking in the opposite direction, praying that Brienne hadn’t seen her. “Hey! Markyyyy!” Brienne shouted as she and a select few of the cheer squad ran after him, creating a bit of a scene. The other girls in their gym class all watched as the most popular of them hunted Klay down.
Klay started to run, narrowly dodging past groups of girls as he went, when suddenly he was grabbed out of seemingly nowhere. He looked up in shock at his captor to see that he had managed to run away from Brienne straight back into Britney. Klay watched as Britney’s evil, piercing eyes moved away from him to see who he had been running from.
Brienne and her friends soon caught up with Klay and saw that he had been subdued. Britney watched as Brienne closed in and slowed her pace, her skirt flaring up and down as she bounced lightly on her feet before coming to a complete stop. “Hey Britney!” Brienne said, panting slightly.
“Hey! Has she been giving you trouble as well?” Britney asked, presenting Klay to Brienne by dragging him between them roughly.
Brienne smiled at her friend, “She has been”, she said. The two of them looked down at Klay deviously.
“Please! I can explain!” Klay shouted up to the girls. Brienne quickly grabbed Klay’s lips and pinched them closed. “Ah... ah! Shhh shh shh! No more talking from you. You talk and you get punished! I said if I saw you again, I’d make you my bitch”, Brienne reminded Klay. “Now I’ve found you again and I find out you’ve been giving my friends trouble?”
“Well, Bitch, I think we need to punish you for that. Don’t you?” Brienne asked Klay, looking over to Britney who was smiling to no end. The little punk had ran out of the frying pan and directly into the fire, Britney thought. Klay waited for Brienne to release his lips from her grasp to speak, but that moment never came. She clenched down on his lips harder and Klay realised what he was meant to do - he nodded slowly. “Good boy”, Brienne said, releasing Klay’s sore lips. “Come on!” Brienne shouted, gesturing for Klay to follow her closely.
“See ya, Marky!” Britney shouted as Brienne and her entourage headed back towards the school with Klay. Klay kept his head down as he walked, hoping gym would be over soon.
“By the way, Bitch, I think it goes without saying that if you tell ANYONE about any of this - I will punish you to no end. And I will get my hands on you if that happens, trust me.” Brienne threatened the small boy.
Klay nodded in response, thinking about how he was only going to get smaller. He could only imagine how badly he might get punished if he told someone about this and Brienne found him the size of a doll. At the same time, he needed to pass Psychology and wouldn’t be able to do that without continuing to go to school as he shrunk. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place. College was a must.
“Hey Brienne, where are we headed to punish Bitch?” one of her friends, Jessie, asked as they walked. She was average height with red hair, and she had a thin, athletic build.
“The girl’s bathroom.” Brienne replied simply. Klay kept his lips locked shut as his eyes bulged open in panic. His breathing quickened and his heart raced. The bathroom? What did that mean for him? He couldn’t even go in the girl’s bathroom! He looked around nervously for opportunities to escape as he was escorted to the bathroom by girls who all towered over him.
