Brett still tried to dig himself out of the coiled-up underwear around Ms. Olvier's ankles. It was like crawling through the inside of a cloth snake that was pressing on him by all sides - the path was dimly lit, constricted by the elastic of the underwear, and he had no idea how close he was to falling out. How far away was the floor? Hopefully not far, as he was likely going to fall out. The tile was no doubt going to be hard on impact.

What a ridiculous situation, he thought. Why the heck didn't I pick up on her humanitarian warning? Clearly she didn't want to sit on me with this upset stomach and she was chewing gum to make it more comfortable for me in her mouth. But why didn't she just tell me? What was up with this tight-lipped disciplinarian streak of hers?

Far above him, Sondra Olivier was grimacing as she had finished her bowel movement. The contents of the toilet smelled quite bad, so she did a courtesy flush for whoever had just entered. And thank goodness that woman had entered, since Ms. Olivier just noticed - There was no toilet paper loaded into the stall dispenser. Normally she would have her purse if it was any old public bathroom, and obviously she kept some tissues in there, but this was work and she had just run out of her classroom only 20 feet away, and ugh - what a mess.

CLINK. The other lady locked the stall door and Ms. Olivier could hear a stream of urine flowing into the adjacent toilet. Ms. Olivier was embarrassed but managed to ask calmly:
"Hello there, sorry but would you happen to have any TP in that side?"
A curious singsong "hmmmmm" from the other stall, and a little bit of shuffling as this mysery person reached for the roll. Then the cheerful voice of Mrs. Gu came back in her carefree musical tone: "Sorry Sondra! None in here either. I think janitor is out today. You'll be okay?"
Sondra screamed in her mind - what a godawful mess when she had a student in her disciplinary undergarment! But it was not going to work to keep him held here forever while she went in search of TP. And it was going to look really compromising if she were found to be taking a shrunken student into the bathroom, this would be embarrassing to explain to such a gentle soul as Wendy Gu, who had been against the shrinking entirely and had already told Lee-Reilly as much.
"No it's okay Wendy, I have some tissues in my purse." she lied. "I'll get some new rolls from the cleaning closet after."
"OK Sondra! Have a good night." Mrs. Gu called back. She finished peeing and flushed, then washed her hands and clicked the hand dryer.

Brett listened intently and tried to understand what was happening. He knew that Ms. Olivier had not taken enough time to grab her purse as she ran to the bathroom. His heart skipped a beat as he realized what he was about to be subjected to.
Oh pleeeease don't let her put me back under her butt without wiping. This could be very bad indeed. He was about to get himself a nice big skid mark all over his leotard.

As Ms. Olivier heard Mrs. Gu close the door behind her, she made her move and grabbed the panties and straightened them out. This instantly inverted Brett's world and he clung to the edge of the middle of the panties between the legs. He saw the tile floor get smaller as he was jerked upwards, and then some lateral movement as his teacher jiggled them up her meaty thighs. But it was just too much for Brett, who was already nearly winded trying to climb out earlier.
"aaCHOOO" Sondra sneezed above. A little lunge forward by her body did the trick, as Brett could no longer hang on.
His eyes widened as he lost his grip and fell. There was no thought, just terror as he waited to break his legs on the hard tile floor.

But then there was a splash as he fell in the toilet bowl. Unfortunately for Brett, Ms. Olivier seemed not to notice as she had sneezed at the same moment.
NO! Brett could not believe his luck. He could die in here, the sides of the bowl were far too slippery for him to climb out! Surely she would notice he wasn't in there anymore, right?
"MIZ OLIVIER! LOOK DOWN! I'M IN THE TOILET!!!!!!" He yelled as loudly as he could, but at his extra-reduced size it was very unlikely that Ms. Olivier would hear him. But surely she would check out the pocket he was in right??? She had to know he wasn't here right?!?!?!
He frantically pressed the push-to-talk button on his walkie-talkie, but the water had shorted it out. She couldn't hear him!
Brett was a good swimmer, but in a state of panic he knew he wouldn't last as long. Was he going to drown in a toilet?


Up above, Sondra had finished pulling up the underwear and then reached for the pocket with her finger to verify Brett was okay.
Nothing. She felt no body in it.
Wait, what? Ms. Olivier pulled the underwear away from her waist, yanked the zipper top open, and reached her finger into the pocket. It was indeed empty.
The teacher's heart sank. Oh my God, she wailed under her breath. "Brett, where are you?" She hissed in the highest tone she could fathom saying in the public bathroom. She pulled down the underwear and frantically probed the folds and creases for his body, finding nothing.
Ms. Olivier sat back on the toilet seat. She leaned back and pulled up her legs, careful that he might have fallen on the floor and she could accidentally step on him.
God, she thought, he might be hurt! The shrinking process did make people stronger pound-for-pound, but he could still be hurt by a big fall. Poor Brett, she cursed herself for this stupid hardcore training and cursed Lee-Reilly for this idiotic certification.
Then it hit her, she still had the shrinking control in her pocket! Thank God for small miracles! She mashed the button to immediately unshrink him - gradually, in case he was pinned somewhere - even though the unshrinking, she knew, had a roll-off gradient if he were exposed to too much stress as it happened in case the shrinkee was confined to a smaller space, to avoid crushing them.


Brett was thrilled. He was starting to grow! He had to be 3 inches tall now! Ms. Olivier was unshrinking him. He would be tall enough to escape in no time. Thank God!
He became tall enough to stand on the bottom of the toilet bowl, and continued to grow.
But then it hit him. He was still under his teacher. He was maybe going to get to be a foot tall before he reached her ass above. And when he reached that height, he was still going to be a Barbie-doll sized person whose head would still be swallowed by her ass. She was sitting on the toilet seat expecting him to be on the floor. Her buttocks were spread wide open by the toilet seat. This is it, he thought, he was about to become a skid mark.
As he screamed, he impacted her asshole directly. His wide open mouth was stuffed full of moist anal residue which she had not had the means to wipe earlier. He was struggling to get free as he heard a loud sound and felt the walls of flesh close around him and darkness surround him. The bitter flavor of her fecal matter was filling his taste buds, and he was firmly held in place by a great weight as she stood up.

"EEEEAAAH!" Ms. Olivier screamed and dropped the shrink control as she felt a force up her bottom. It moved and wiggled! She jumped to her feet instantly forgetting about Brett. As she stood up she felt something lodged between her cheeks. "WHAT IS THIS GET IT OFF ME!!!" she yelped.
"MMMSSSMSMSSOHHLM!" she heard a faint muffled voice behind her.
"OH MY GOD IS THAT YOU BRETT???" She wheeled her arm around and grabbed what felt like a child's doll. There was a little plop as his head was yanked out; it had been held in place by her buttocks. She saw his small face and neck streaked with brown and he looked utterly bewildered.
Ms. Olivier dressed in one motion and acted as a woman possessed to clean him up in the sink wordlesly, unable to look at him directly. She had never been so embarrassed in her life, and Brett was likely traumatized for life. HOW THE HELL could this have happened?

Brett on his end was a bit nauseous, but it was mostly from the wild ride of falling and swimming for his life and growing and then being dragged into the sink. And the adrenaline of nearly falling to his death and drowning were overcoming any serious contemplation. The adrenaline spoke for him, and he was incredibly, unspeakably thankful that he hadn't suffered any serious injuries. It would take some moments until he realized that his teacher had unintentionally used him as toilet paper. In the most bizarre way he felt sorry for HER, because she was crying and so obviously scared that this had gone way too far.

It hadn't really been her fault. He had picked her ass rather than her minty fresh mouth with straight white teeth. He hadn't really tried to get back into the pocket when he'd had the chance because he secretly wanted to be hugged by a giant woman's ass. He made up his mind that when she grew him back he would have to somehow break the ice and convince her that all of it hadn't been that bad without making her think he was an utter lunatic and somehow planned this because he had wanted to be shoved up her shit-soaked anus.

But maybe he had liked it. He wasn't sure, honestly.