Willy felt cold and bare from the waist up. Had the goblin made his shirt vanish or some harmless prank like that, perhaps? Willy wasn’t sure. He was more worried about the fact that the goblin was now a giant! Willy almost strained his neck trying to look up at the goblin’s mocking glare. Willy wanted to yell in fear but he couldn’t articulate any words as he no longer had a mouth.
The now giant goblin that towered over Willy came closer, his smelly sneakers bigger than the entirety of Willy’s body. The giant picked up the littered pieces of clothing that surrounded the pitiful student he had just cursed into a helpless form. “It’ll be much funnier this way. Hopefully the gardeners notice you before cutting you down... or not! Hahaha!”
“(Gardeners...?)” Willy looked at his surroundings. The whole campus had grown in size just like the goblin, which had to mean that Willy had been shrunk. But then Willy looked down. He was surprised to see only his bare torso standing on the ground.
There were a few things wrong with that image and the fact that Willy was shirtless was the least of his worries. For starters, when Willy looked down he expected to see his arms and hands as well. They were no longer there. He was armless! He could see some of his armpit hair but there was no trace of any stump or scar to indicate he’d ever had any limbs where his arms should be.
Willy tried to move and run away but he was stuck underground from the waist down. He could wiggle his upper body futilessly but that was it. He couldn’t even scream for help and his head felt weird and different, as if he was wearing a big cone or mask that didn’t let him make facial expressions.
“A daisy, uh?” The goblin laughed. “I expected something more remarkable than that. But it fits you.” Red crouched down and and with a mischievous grin tried to yank off a petal from the tiny boy with a daisy flower for a head. Willy felt that very painfully but fortunately the macho goblin wasn’t the type to play ‘loves me, loves me not’ and thus he didn’t completely rip the petal off his face. “I hope you enjoy the meal I left you, and be wary of stray lawnmowers. You’re so small and insignificant they could mistake you for some ugly weed. Heheheh.” Red stood up and abandoned the unremarkable and minuscule plant.
Willy was in dismay. He was a daisy, just with his tiny armless human torso in place of a stem. He wasn’t sure how he could still see his surroundings but talking and moving around as he pleased was now a thing of the past. This couldn’t be his new life. He was supposed to live like a new self this school year, but not this! And what did the goblin mean by ‘meal’?
Willy could smell something. It came from the big slimy ball of goblin saliva Red had spitted out earlier. It tasted as gross as it looked... Wait, how did Willy know how it tasted? He realized it not much later.
Oh shit. He was a plant. Plants absorb nutrients from their surroundings. That means Willy was constantly eating from all the dirt that surrounded him through his root, no matter how dirty or disgusting it is.
Fuck, he needed to get out! He didn’t want to just stay still and absorb the whole ball of acid goblin spit!
Willy wiggled his torso like a helpless worm but it was no use, he was still stuck from the waist down. For some reason though, frotting his root against the ground felt VERY pleasurable. His extremely sensitive root felt nice to wiggle around...
...Little did Willy suspect, the “root” keeping him underground from the waist down was actually his full-sized human penis. Below the waist the boy had no legs, just a full set of cock and balls that was now nearly as big as the rest of his body. But the poor boy wasn't aware of the shape of his underground "root" just yet.
The daisy-headed boy saw a groundskeeper walking nearby. If only he had a way to communicate. His only hope was that the gruffy man would notice that one of the tiny flowers planted in Stonewood Male Dormitory’s garden was waving his sweaty human torso under the sun ever so slightly.
Willy, lacking a mouth or a face, kept moving his entire sensitive body around silently, hoping to attract anyone’s attention. “(Hey! Look at me everyone! I’m the tiny flower that moves on its own! Anyone, notice me!”)
Ironically enough, Willy had never become such an unremarkable piece of the scenery before. At least not nearly as literally. The exercise of shaking his body this much was making him sweat and his root was becoming harder, which in turn made it even more difficult to move.