You begin to imagine life as Fulda's doll, probably amusing her for a couple of weeks before she gets bored and throws you in the trash. The lights in the auditorium come on suddenly and the room is filled with the noise of students picking up their backpacks and existing in a rush.
Fulda stays behind with you in her hands, waiting just long enough for the teacher's assistant to sneak out through the back to avoid students. When the room is empty and the lights are dimming again, the auburn haired Swede drops you to the floor, bouncing you off the tip of her Converse. You look up in terror, her face blocked by two massive tits jutting from the tanktop. "Ow! Don't step on m-!"
You try to steady yourself on her shoe but she shakes it off in disgust, knocking you to the floor. Then it starts to happen again. You fear you might be getting smaller, in the presence of the mighty Fulda and get ready to kiss life goodbye. Instead you feel a rising in your abdominal area and your neck seems to extend out. The regrowth amuses Fulda greatly, who with hands on her hips, watches you groan as you grow past her Converse, past her knees, and just enough to reach her hip.
"Well there you go nerd, that'll teach you to bother someone like me!" She laughs and turns to stomp out of the auditorium. "Fulda wait! You didn't grow me all the way back!"
The woman laughed and shook her head, sending the ponytail in the opposite direction. "Yeah, you don't deserve to be your old height." She rolled her eyes. "I like you much better like this!"
"Fulda! But my family, how am I supposed to explain this to my family? FULDA!"
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