A piercing blue light encompassed Heather and her clique. Edna gasped in surprise, as it had covered a larger radius than she had expected. With what appeared to be a puff of smoke, Heather and her group of four cackling bitches disappeared with no trace. Edna scanned the floor carefully, finally spotting the minuscule group of inch tall teens. Edna knew they would get smaller, but she wanted to get to them before the got too small to keep track of. She quickly collected the squealing group of five, now rapidly diminishing to the one centimeter mark.
"Put me down, you BITCH!" Heather cried in defiance as she pathetically slammed her fists into the thick skin of Edna's thumb.
"Nope." Edna replied dispassionately, placing her comparatively enormous fingertip on top of Heather's head and pushing her backwards. When she withdrew her finger, Heather and her friends had reached one half of a centimeter. Any screams they had diminished to something that not even the most gifted of hearing could distinguish. "Before you get any smaller Heather, I think I may as well put you and your friends somewhere for safekeeping." She put a finger to her lips. "As a matter of fact, I know the perfect place for you." Edna flashed a grin that would put the Grinch to shame. She unbuttoned her jeans and pulled the waistband of her cute panties away from her hips, giving the girls a good view of the dark chasm below. "Since you all love acting like such cunts, I think you'll feel right at home in here..." Edna tipped her hand, sending Heather and her band of bitches flailing through the air. A few of them impacted cotton, not even making a dent in the fabric. Heather herself and one other girl had the misfortune of slamming headfirst into Edna's pubic mound. Drool seeped from the corner of Heather's mouth as she hit cotton. Her clique's overlapping worried voices pierced her ears in the worst of ways. She pushed herself onto her knees, still dizzy and disoriented. Heather looked up towards the sky, towards the light, to see Edna's grinning visage what seemed to be miles above them all. They had, unfortunately, reached their current desired height of two millimeters.
"Please! I'm fuckin' sorry, alright?!" a frustrated Heather screamed. The elastic of the panties began to close. "I'm sorry!" Heather changed her tone. No luck, another sliver of light was gone. "I'm sorry, Edna, please!" Another. "Please Edna, no..." Another. "Please..." Heather was close to sobbing now. With that final plea, they were all encased in darkness.
Edna smiled contently, a new spring in her step. Nothing could put her down today.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author