This choice: Jack doesn't really know her, therefore he has no motivation to do it • Go Back...Chapter #5Personal Pendant by: Tisch   After disembarking from Trish and her friends, Jack decides to shrug off his quest and get back to his normal antics. He figured that they didn't really know each other, so there wasn't much to gain from helping Trish out. Plus, she's been known to be untrustworthy from time to time, so giving her a favor likely wouldn't be returned in kind. Thus, Jack found a way to get back to normal size and went home.
A few days pass by, and without having seen Trish a second time, Jack let her slip his mind. During a Thursday afternoon, Jack thought that there was no better time to shrink down and cause mischief during his study hall, and he did so promptly. Escaping the view and minds of his fellow students and teacher, Jack wandered off into the hall to begin his scheme. Having almost an entire hour and a half for the class period, Jack knew that he could spend plenty of time running around, and as long as he wasn't caught, make it back to his class in plenty of time. And for the most part, things went well. Jack bounced from class to class, scaring students who thought he was a bug, as well as saying hello to a few of his friends who laughed at what he was up to. Things turned for the worst, however, when Jack began making his way back to his own classroom.
Out of a horrendous stroke of bad luck, Jack exited a friend's classroom to discover Trish turning a corner and walking in his direction. It was clear that she hadn't seen him, and Jack certainly wanted to keep it that way, but he was now out in the wide open with no cover to hide behind. He thought about going back to the classroom he was just in, but Jack had already scampered out to the middle of the hallway, so his movement back would surely catch Trish's attention. With that in mind, Jack had to just stay still and pray that Trish walked by him without noticing his diminutive figure. As fate would have it, that of course would not be the case. As Trish calmly passed by Jack, she noticed out of the corner of her eye a familiar figure standing rigid on the floor. She backpedaled and crouched.
"Well, if it isn't my little buddy Jack. How goes the search for my necklace?" Trish asked, a smirk on her face. Jack stood awkwardly. "Uh, well..." his voice drifted off. Trish rolled her eyes. "You've made it apparent already that you've made little to no progress. That's all right, though, because I've had a contingency plan from the get-go". Jack looked at Trish with uncertainty. "What do you mean by that?".
"Won't you come with me back to my class, Jack?" Trish giggled. She reached down to pick Jack up and he bolted. With nothing more than a casual sigh and a slight lean forward, Trish grabbed Jack. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. I should have done this from the start. I would have had more fun that way. Oh well, better late than never," the giant cheerleader spoke. Jack eyed her with fear. Her grasp was too strong to even struggle. He was doomed for whatever she had in mind, and that was a daunting fact to face. With no other speech, Trish opened the front left pocket of her jeans and nonchalantly dropped Jack in before pressing it and him firmly against her thigh. As tight as those jeans were, Jack still managed to attain a little mobility room, though not enough to make any significant progress to escape. He was stuck there, pressed against and away from Trish's thigh as she walked back to her classroom.
Once there, Trish took her normal seat in the back with her friends and brought Jack out, wasting no time in holding him down firmly against her desk and placing tape over his midsection to hold him down. Her friends snickered and smirked. Jack was beginning to freak out. "Why didn't I just go find that damn necklace?" he thought to himself. Once clear of his thoughts, Jack saw some piece of string or other fabric that resembled the former coming near him. With her open hand, Trish lifted Jack's left arm and carefully slid the string through his sleeve. Jack tried to resist, but was swiftly pressed harder into the desk. Jack felt the string come out of his right sleeve, and when that was done, Trish removed the tape holding Jack down. Jack looked to either side of him, confused on what just happened. "Uh, Trish? What did you-"
Jack was interrupted as he was suddenly lifted into the air. Not by Trish's hands, directly, but by the string which went through his shirt. He was spun around quickly and met the gaze of Trish, who at this point was far more satisfied than Jack would have liked to see. "Since you couldn't be bothered to go find my necklace, you can be my replacement. I think you look mighty fine as one, don't you think girls?". Trish's friends all nodded their heads and chuckled. Jack was then spun around again and lifted further into the air. He tried turning around to see what was happening, but the next thing he knew, he was surrounded by warm, tan skin. Trish had put the "necklace" on. Jack, facing outward from Trish's chest, looked down and below him lay the vast cleavage of Trish, supported by her white tank top. As he was gazing, the bell rung, and the girls began packing up their things. Jack gulped. Whatever was in store for him next surely wouldn't be too much fun.
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