I have been exposed in this hamster cage since I tried shrinking all my classmates into pets a few days ago. Mr. Garcia, the biology teacher, keeps me on his desk for his students to see my naked body through the glass walls. I first thought I would only be left on display for the class I shrank, though he said it is easier if my cage just stays here all the time. He will change his mind when he realises how many horny boys are staring at my figurine breasts instead of listening to his lessons. Some are even taking photos behind his back.
In a way, I’m glad this cage surrounds me. Being stuck inside means these giants are stuck outside. A few students have tried and failed to touch me through the grid at the top of the cage. If I still had my phone, I’m afraid I would receive sexual messages on a daily basis. Instead, I receive litter through the said grid: torn paper, empty ink tanks, broken pens. Luna even spat into my cage, since she was the first classmate I shrank on that day. Nevertheless, the worst is yet to come.
Today is Friday. Even though I tried shrinking him too, Mr. Garcia was not resentful to the point he would leave me alone to starve during the weekend. Instead, he will leave me to a classmate’s care till Monday. I’m not sure it’s my favourite option though, given how I was treated so far. I was not even told who will be my caretaker this time. Hopefully not a notorious bully.
At the end of the day, the last students leave the classroom. Mr. Garcia acts just in time to prevent one of them from ‘giving me a shower‘ using their water bottle on the way to the exit. Of course, this bully doesn’t get punished either and leaves without any trouble. This whole situation is so humiliating I speak my first words of the day only once I and Mr. Garcia are alone in the room.
“Who?” I ask. He grabs his mug and looks down at me. “What are you talking about, Victoria?” he asks back despite the obvious answer to this question. I sigh, exasperated. “It will be my first weekend out of school. Who did you pick as my caretaker?” I elaborate, rolling my eyes. Mr. Garcia raises his eyebrows with disinterest, as if I was annoying him with details. “Layla Bonnefee.” he simply states. “Now I’ll get myself some tea. If Layla arrives when I’m away, both you wait for me here” he adds. “Not that you can go anywhere. Just tell her I want to talk before she takes you.”
He chose Layla, it could be worse. Though I still do not want to stay around her for the weekend. Every time Mr. Garcia left me alone in the last days, I inspected every single corner of the cage, searching for a flaw or any other mean to exit and run away. I gave up last night after it appeared there is none. Why was this cage designed as if hamsters were as smart as humans?! I have no idea. All I know is the idea of Layla as my caretaker starts to worry me. When she caught me and left me in this cage, she looked overly pleased about my predicament. I hope she calmed down since then. Anyway, she will necessarily make a mistake at some point this weekend and leave me a chance to escape. If I’m lucky, I can even shrink her since she isn’t a magic user. Soon or later, she will regret reflecting my spell.
I hear voices in the corridor before Layla and Mr. Garcia enter. “When you feed her bits of your meal, try not giving more than half the size of her head. Remember she barely exercises in her cage” the teacher finishes. They sound like they are talking about a cat. Exasperating. Nevertheless, I want to know everything they talked about before they arrived. Their discussion certainly contained some useful information.
Mr. Garcia returns from the back of the classroom holding some sort of transparent plastic backpack, looking like a bird carrier. I gasp as he plucks me out of my cage and puts me into the carrier without warning. By the time I come back to my senses, I’m locked inside and Mr. Garcia is helping Layla put the carrier on. They exchange greetings and Layla departs without any more discussion.
Since she already has a schoolbag, Layla wears the carrier at the front, letting me see everything ahead but also letting everyone else see me. Once again, I cover as much as possible with my arms and hands, while I memorize the path to Layla’s home. She barely interacts with me on the way, in contrast with how much I was taunted right after she shrank me. Hopefully she was only being carried out by emotions. She has never been a bully after all.
Later, Layla finally takes the elevator to the floor of her apartment. She puts my carrier down on her bed and smiles to me. “Wait for me here, Victoria. I’m going to shower and I will be back with a more comfortable cage for you” she says, almost sounding friendly. That irritates me. “Not that I can walk more than 15 centimetres without hitting a plastic wall” I spit back, unexpectedly changing her expression from friendliness to pity. “Sorry about that” she answers. “I genuinely want to accommodate you, Victoria”. Layla unclips the transparent part of the carrier and puts it down, letting colder air in. “Feel free to explore my bedroom while I’ll be away” she says before she exits and closes the door.
I don’t understand Layla’s behaviour. She almost acts like I’m a guest instead of a threat to her. I doubt she would trust me after I tried shrinking her and promised she would be my pet. Maybe she wants something from me. She gives me a nice treatment and she expects me to tell something she needs to know. If I’m right, I will be able to negotiate my freedom.
I step out of the bird carrier, onto Layla’s bed. My soles on the red blanket already feel comfier than everything I have been standing on since I shrank. I’m feeling like laying down and enjoying the soft fabric. The sound of flowing water in the distance tells me I have plenty of time before Layla returns. It means it would not hurt if I got some warmth while I think about a mean to escape. I eagerly run to the pillow at the head of the bed, and slip my body under the giant blanket. It is unfitting for a future great witch, but I am so happy I cannot help but giggle. I snuggle in my gigantic cocoon while I plan my next move.
Layla is not a magic user so her naivety cannot be used to get her to grow me back. Though maybe if I proved convincing enough, she would pity my situation and let me go. I wanted no harm, just preventing our classmates from being mean to me. Now, I’m the one punished and humiliated as a pet in a glass cage! This is so unfair! I should also start the discussion with apologies for how I treated her, then tell that I realise she is a good person in the end. I guess the last part is in fact not completely false: Layla was sweet to let me make myself at home. I may not be too harsh on her when I turn her into a doll in the future.
Alternatively, I could escape by my own means. There must be a nearby vent giving access to other rooms or apartments. Even if I was not done going through the vent, Layla would already be too late to catch me when she returns from her shower.
Layla interrupts my thoughts as the door opens and reveals her, wearing blue pyjamas with a rabbit drawn on her belly and an enthusiastic smile. “Aww you’re so cute there!” she exclaims. The giant gets closer and sits on the left of the bed. “You wanted a little nap in a big bed after all the trouble of the week. You look lovely~” she says as she pets me. I feel myself blushing bright red. Her attention is slightly pleasant but mostly embarrassing. Layla laughs. “I guess you’re not upset anymore” she says while she keeps stroking the top of my head. She is probably right, but I shrug to avoid admitting it. I want to start my speech instead, though Layla has another plan.
Layla moves her hand away from my head and slips it under the blanket to land her index finger on my stolen breasts. “Eeh” I gasp, looking up at her big orange eyes. She smiles to me in return. “You looked sexually pent up right after you shrank. I think you didn’t have time to release it with students watching you all the time” she justifies what she is about to do. “Are you sure about this?!” I try asking, though all what comes out of my mouth is a moan as Layla starts single-fingeredly grinding my nipples. She was right about that too, though I would not hate admitting it this time.
After such a stressful week, it appears my body was craving relief. Each rub sends a wave of pleasure through me, as if I had been waiting for this the whole time. I am surely biased, but I cannot help but trust these giant hands to take good care of me. I close my eyes and stop overthinking. I wriggle instead, enjoying the intense warm contact with Layla’s fingers and the pleasure coming from my chest. Left, right, left, right, up down, up, down, what a lovely pattern. Layla soon spreads the delicious feeling to the crotch to boost the effect. I moan louder to tell her to keep going.
My bare skin feels cold again as Layla moves the blanket away. I almost reopen my eyes but both her hands return to warm my body. I only let out a giggle. “Somebody is enjoying herself down here” she teases me. I nod of course, give me more! Following a laughter from the giant, she starts stroking every single bit of skin with her hands. Her touch dances all around my body, with special care for my chest and crotch. Sensuality, pleasure and the sound of my own voice overwhelm my thoughts. I keep moaning to keep it going.
After a delightful eternity, I come back to my senses. Layla is laying on her side a few centimetres away. She slowly strokes my back with a gentle grin on her face. I smile back, happily looking into her eyes. Despite all the resent I felt against her the whole week, I cannot help but see her as friendly now.
A feeling on my thigh drags my attention though. I blush again when I look down and realise I got myself dirty with my juice. Layla laughs. “Do you want a bath, Victoria?” she proposes with a teasing tone. “Yeees please” I nod with embarrassment. “Okay, be careful I’m picking you up” the giant replies while she sits up and cups her hands around me. I crawl back to sit in them and nervously watch her while she lifts me up. “You’re doing well, Victoria. And I’m not dropping you, no worries” she softly says. I smile and lean on her fingers, feeling reassured.
Layla brings me to the sink in the bathroom and lets me wash myself with hot water. She lets me do it alone, which represents another chance to escape. Though I won’t take it. All I want is to get clean right now. Later, Layla comes back to help me use her gigantic towel. To my dismay, she does not bring anything like tiny clothes for me.
Wrapped in a quarter of her towel, I feel embarrassed looking at her face. “You proved yourself a lovely person, Layla... Though can I ask for something to wear? Even a handkerchief would do!” I request. Layla smiles and pets me, taking her time to reply. “I was nice to you tonight, though it was not completely...” the giant hesitates. “...free”. I frown as I dislike where this is going. “Since I was nice, you too have to be nice now. Be a good pet till Monday morning and you will want to come back next week” she elaborates. “To begin with, I want you to stay naked as a pet should be. Next, I have plenty of activities to try with you on Sunday and tomorrow. You will love the rewards if you cooperate!” Layla keeps explaining enthusiastically.
It must be a nightmare. Layla, my classmate, just proposed me to willingly become her pet. “No way, I am not becoming a pet! Especially not a pet for a non-magical user” I protest. In contrast, Layla keeps smiling, apparently not taking me seriously. She gently picks me up and takes me out of the towel. “Victoria, you don’t really have a say in this matter. Everything you get to choose will be whether I should reward you or not. And I can tell you love my rewards~” she teases me. I mechanically look at my crotch when she talks about rewards, before I feel my cheeks blushing in embarrassment. “Good girl~” she coos while she takes us outside the bathroom. “Anyway, I made us pasta while you were bathing. You’re probably hungry too, so let’s eat” the giant concludes.
Even though I expected to be treated like a pet, I was not prepared for Layla’s behaviour. The worst part is that I may accept to become her tiny pet for the next 48 hours.