"See me after class please" Coach Mark's loud voice sighed behind me. Panic pooled in my gut, Medford High was notorious for using shrinking as a punishment for their students. It had already happened to me once with a cruel Math teacher in my freshman year. I remember smelling like leather dress shoes and burrito gas for days afterwards.
After class I stumbled into Coach Mark's office and immediately wrinkled my nose. Clothes were strewn all over the floor and empty beer cans over filled the trash can giving the small closet-like office a sour smell.
"Alex, I'm you coach, it's my job to make you to biggest strongest man you can be," he said standing up and immediately dwarfing me. "You need to start trying during my class, it would... benefit you a lot."
He motions to my twig-like arms and sighs again.
"I also think some... extra training would benefit you," now Coach Mark's disappointed frown is replaced with a excited smirk. He pulls a small wristband out from his desk and lightning fast snaps it onto my wrist. "Don't worry, this is for your own good, you'll be back to normal by Monday."
I groan inwardly, a whole weekend shrunken with my gross jock coach? Having already shrunk it wasn't too jarring when the world grew around me, expanding and stretching until Coach Mark's thick toned legs tower over me like massive skyscrapers.
"Awww, you're so cute shrunken," Coach Marks low voice rumbles from above me as he slowly crouches over me. His rough dusty hands grab me gently as he puts me in his ___ and goes ___. "We're going to have lots of fun little guy."
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