Elfie yanked on the doorknob with all the strength her reduced height could offer. To her great satisfaction, it opened. She thought it odd that her tormentor didn’t jump up in pursuit.
“BE STILL.” Christy commanded, in just the way her mother taught her. The girl grinned as her order took hold. She rose and sauntered calmly across the room toward the motionless Elfie.
Elfie couldn’t tell how, but as soon as Christy had uttered the command Elfie found that her muscles would no longer obey her will. She stood frozen, only able to watch, with both hands on the knob as Christy calmly walked up. The half-sized teen couldn’t even move her eyes. Soon, all she could see was the electric blue of her giant charge’s shirt, and a strip of bare flesh where Christy’s shirt didn’t quite meet her shorts. Elfie was denied even the release of screaming.
“Now comes the best part.” Said Christy, happily, as she stood over her former babysitter. She reached out and gently fluffed the beautifully yellowish hair atop Elfie’s head. Then she brushed her little face, and noticed tears. Tilting the unmoving head up with a single finger, Christy smiled gently and then scooped up the pint-size baby-sitter in her arms. “I’m sorry.” She apologized “But, the spanking was necessary. You’ll understand soon.”
Elfie wanted to cringe as the girl fondled her cheek. Then she felt huge hands under her arms, and her feet left floor. All of Elfie’s senses were working perfectly as she saw herself, in a full length mirror, carried across the room. She could see the girl’s face, which gave no sign of even the slightest strain. The least pleasant part of the trip was the hand supporting her still pained butt. Moments later, she was stretched out on the table.
Christy enjoyed carrying the mini-teen. At first, the young girl held Elfie under her little knees. But, pretty quickly, her left hand made its way under the knee–length dress and caressed the silky material that covered Elfie’s firm globes. This was a new interest for the preteen. One she didn’t quite understand yet. Arriving at her desk, Christy gave Elfie a tender kiss on the temple, laid her across it and carefully straightened Elfie’s garments. She smirked and informed her “Time for the final step, baby sitter.”
Elfie watched, helplessly, unable to make even the smallest movement as Christy’s huge hands tugged on her clothes. She feared something would rip and she would really be in trouble. Adding to her confused worry, Elfie watched as a one-foot ruler was placed on the desk beside the helpless young woman. And, her captress stepped back, closed her eyes and took a series of slow deep breaths.
After composing herself for a few moments Christy stepped up to the desk. Placing one hand on the top of Elfie’s head and the other on the bottom of her feet she began to chant softly to herself. All the while her gaze never wavered from the small, blond woman on the table. Her hands maintained the same gentle pressure on Elfie’s head and feet.
Soon Elfie felt the strange, familiar feeling return. This time it was stronger than before. Christy seemed to be growing beside her now. The very room was expanding all around her. The walls and ceiling retreated from her and surface of the table seemed to be spreading in all directions beneath her. She knew that she was shrinking again. Her heart was pounding with the sensation that was to her as thrilling as it was terrifying. A few minutes later the sensation finally stopped.
Christy closed her eyes for a few moments and took several deep breaths. The process had obviously required considerable effort and concentration. Once she had sufficiently recovered Christy returned her attention to the now doll-size Elfie lying on her table. For a few moments she gazed affectionately at the adorable tiny blonde in her short summer dress, soft knee socks and suede clogs.
Elfie, still frozen and helpless, could do nothing but watch and wait anxiously as now truly gigantic eyes studied her. She could easily follow as their movements roamed up and down her body.
“Hmm…should I unfreeze you?” Christy wondered as she held her hand directly over littler Elfie.
A huge hand filled Elfie’s very limited vision. All she could do was look straight up. She couldn’t even swallow nervously as various nightmare images filled her mind.
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