“Wow! Did they really shrink her?”
“Yeah! I heard that she tried to eat a teacher.”
“Wow…” Glinda tapped on the terrarium, but the tiny girl didn’t move. “Why’s she asleep?”
“I dunno, tap harder.”
“That’s enough, honey.” Mrs. Quincy guided the girls. “Remember that Daisy is here to show us what happens to bad little girls. If you don’t grow up, they’ll send you right back here in a cage like that.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
On Andrew’s first day in kindergarten, Mrs. Quincy held up her cage in front of the classroom and asked the class to name her. That was how she got her new name. Now Daisy was much more interested in sleeping than in entertaining a bunch of five year olds. Besides, the glass walls were a foot high. Her bed was made of sawdust and she drank from a bottle on the wall. It was better for Daisy to sleep; it helped pass the days.
Glinda wouldn’t leave her alone, though. She stopped coloring just to check on the tank, tapping on the glass and saying. “Hi! Are you awake?” over and over again, while Daisy was trying to sleep.
“I’ve got something for you,” she whispered. Something landed in the sawdust and Glinda scurried away. Daisy was happy just to have quiet again, but now she wasn’t sleepy anymore. She crawled out of her toilet-paper-roll-shelter and took a look.
It was a candy, or at least it was shiny like one, with ten sides and a distinct scent of pine cleaner. Not taking any chances, Daisy rolled it into her home to hide it from Mrs. Quincy.
She licked it. It was sweet, but had the taste of licking an evergreen tree. Daisy ate one of her stale food pellets to drown out the taste, but the candy made her feel very good.
She felt so good, in fact, that she wasn’t tired anymore. Her muscles felt like soaked in energy, filling up like sponges. She took another lick, and another, and another until her muscles started to swell.
A few more licks and her teeny little girl body was bulging. Too wary to go outside and be seen this way, she waited inside the tube, feeling her hard biceps, caressing her tight abdomen, and tracing the outlines of her quadriceps. The tip of her middle finger landed on her clit, also swollen. Rubbing it, pinching it, teasing it: she felt the arousal building.
“I never tried this before; it’s way cooler as a girl!” Her body held in more tension thanks to her swollen muscles. The arousal reached a fever-pitch; she kept going.
Mrs. Quincy was on the other side of the room, showing Hannah how to cut with scissors, when she heard a long squeak coming from the terrarium. She saw nothing, shrugged, and got back to work.