Class dispersed. Elias was strutting down the hall with two girls on
each arm. Ty grinned. Then he heard a commotion around the corner.
The side hall was deserted, as it led to the auditorium. There was
Dexter pinned up against the wall by Gunther. His feet dangled 4
inches off the ground. Ty initially was going to grow Dexter into a
muscle stud like Elias, but he listened to the bully and his victim's
conversation, and decided on a different tack.
"Alright, pencil neck, give me my homework. It had better be A grade
material too," Gunther ordered.
"I told you. I wouldn't do your homework, and I didn't, Gunther,"
Dexter growled.
Gunther snorted his laugh, and said, "So you want to get pounded? You
f-ing mascochist!" He drew back his fist.
"Gunther, I wish you were little. Then I'd teach you a thing or two,"
Dexter said.
"Yeah, right. The only way a wimp like you could deal with me would be
if I fit in your stupid pocket protector. You could be a head taller
than me and all muscle or I could have a wimp body like Cyrus has, and
I'd still be your master."
"Pocket protector sized?" murmured Ty.
And it was so.
Dexter dropped to his feet. Gunther disappeared into his collapsing
clothing. Dexter just stared, and gasped, "Did I do that?"
A terrified tiny Gunther climbed out of his cavernous fabric and
gasped. He stared up at the skyscraper of a giant looming over him.
That was Dexter?
He stood up defiantly with his hands on his hips and shouted, "Turn me
back now, wimp!"
Dexter stooped down, and seemed to think for a moment. He said,
"Um,...no!"
His hand shot out and grabbed the five inch tall bully. He stood, and
reached into his pocket. He always carried rubber bands in one pocket
and paper clips in the other. He started pulling out rubber bands and
twisting them around his tiny captive. Soon Gunther was mummified
from his neck to his feet in rubber bands. Gunther was squeaking away
like a rubber dog toy in helpless terror. Finally, Dexter tied a knot
in a small rubber band and used it as a gag to silence Gunther. Then
he shoved his bound captive into his pocket protector.
The tardy bell started to ring. Ty froze time. He started to run to
his next class. As he dashed by few scurrying classmates, he stopped
and laughed. He had stopped time. He had all the time in the world.
He saw the unmoving vice principal Haskell, transfixed with his finger
in mid-wag as he lectured the popular science teacher against wearing
casual clothing. The scene reminded Ty of Gunther and Dexter. He had
overheard the argument before. Mr. Haskell just liked berating his
underlings. Mr. Cabot had explained that ties were dangerous around
Bunsen burners, and moving machinery which he used in class, but that
seemed to fall on deaf ears.
He grinned. Mr. Cabot now wore a bow tie and was dressed like a GQ
model. Haskell on the other hand was dressed in too short cut-offs
with his boxers sticking out below the cut denim, and wearing a
stained t-shirt, white socks and sandals. Ty would have liked to watch
this tableau unfold and he would later. He willed a wireless tv camera
into existence to record the confrontation and transmit it to the new
laptop that was now in his locker. It was great to have this power.
He wasn't sure if he started time that he'd be able to freeze it
again, and he was having to much fun to go straight to class and start
time again. So he headed toward the gym. There was one sadistic coach
who might do with a little humiliation too, and there were gym bullies
in other classes. This time he thought, he'd make their victims into
muscle studs, but make them into total prepubescent geeks like Dustin.
He grinned to himself and wondered what else he could do.
He spotted smug Ethan frozen in mid-stride walking toward the office.
The student body president was smart and athletic, but way to full of
himself. Further up the hall, Ty could see Alvin dropping a banana
peel into the trash. Alvin had some sort of disorder where he needed
to eat small snacks several times a day to keep his blood sugar level.
Ty decided to fix him. Alvin not only was totally healthy, but Ty
buffed him up and increased his height six inches. He noticed the
nearly non-existent bulge in Alvin's now very tight trousers, and
fixed that too.
Then he glanced at the banana peel frozen in mid fall into the trash
can. He snatched it and ran back to Ethan, and placed the banana peel
under Ethan's descending foot. Instantly more wireless cameras mounted
themselves to the ceiling and walls around the imminent pratfall. He
glanced up at Ethan's ten inch cock outlined against his tight black
crisply creased slacks, and his starched Oxford shirt. Then he decided
to embarrass Ethan a bit more. Ethan's clothing vanished. He had
expected to see Ethan in tighty whities or boxers, but Ethan
apparently didn't wear underwear. Ty chuckled. Ethan had a good body,
but that big cock probably contributed to his arrogance. He
contemplated removing it entirely, and see how Ethan coped with being
a dickless wonder.
Something caught his attention from the corner of his eye. Through an
open door, and out the window Ty saw someone being pushed on the hood
of car. They were frozen in time too. Ty decided to investigate. He
was halfway out of the building when he remembered Ethan. He made up
his mind and smiled.