Feeling all eyes on his body, Jordan did not seem to care about the attention. Nor did Mr. Lance as he continued, “Right then. Let’s see… How about you guess what Erica was like at age…thirteen.”
Jordan looked over Erica, making note of her long blonde hair, deep green eyes behind horn-rim glasses, and an average figure for someone he presumed stood at least five-foot-three or four. Thinking for moment on what to say, Jordan said aloud, “Erica grew in a similar fashion to Toby and became taller and muscular for regular clothing except for incredibly stretchy and comfortable boyshorts.”
Watching as the blonde girl seemed to rise in her seat, her shirt being pulled tight around her chest, Erica said, “You guessed correctly.” Like Toby before, Erica’s form seemed to inflate and bulge as her muscles expanded. While her shoulders broadened, her body’s proportions did not exaggerate as she grew, inching taller by the second. Her modest breasts pushed outward as her pectorals built up beneath them. Every seam of her shirt and pants began to tear in the process, eventually falling off her body as she increased in mass. Her chair creaked under her form before finally being pushed down, its metal legs bending and splaying outward. Erica’s classmate whom she shared a desk with casually slid their seat away from her, allowing the amazon more space as her growth ended at ten-feet-eleven-inches. Sitting cross-legged on the floor, Erica did nothing to hide her topless form and behaved as if this was normal for her.
“Alright class,” said Mr. Lance. “Now that we’ve gotten to know each other—”
“But what about you, teach?” asked Toby.
“Well, I don’t see why not.” Sitting on his desk, Mr. Lance said, “Go ahead. Guess away.”
Under his breath, Toby said, “Mr. Lance never grew past a foot in height.”
Jordan watched as his teacher appeared to sink down where he sat. Soon his feet no longer touched the floor as they drew in toward his center. Within several seconds, Mr. Lance was small enough to the point where he could stand on his desk. The quality of his clothing altered, looking to have been custom made for someone of his size while retaining the style of a collared shirt and slacks.
Toby spoke once again. “You stayed a foot tall your whole life.”
Nodding, Mr. Lance responded, and with more projection in his speech, “That’s an easy one, but yes. My condition prevented me from ever growing more than twelve inches. But I made the best of it.” Walking toward a paper bag, he then said with a smile, “My lunch is an all-you-can-eat buffet at my size.”
Then Jordan said aloud, “I bet having your normal sized wife here to assist you makes up for any shortcomings you have teaching.” Materializing in the seat behind Mr. Lance was a woman of similar age to him with short orange hair and light blue eyes. She wore a simple green blouse which contained modest, perky breasts. With a smile, Mrs. Lance said, “I can’t speak to any shortcomings he may have, but yes. I just love to help out my little man.” Some students chuckled at this as Mrs. Lance gave leaned in to give her husband a peck on the cheek, which encompassed his whole head.