Jack thought there was no better time to execute his mischief than now, with everyone distracted. In the blink of an eye and without making much of a sound, he was down to the size he had at this point grown very accustomed to. Though he quickly made the choice to shrink down, he had another dilemma to figure out. What was he going to do from here? There was an empty chair to his right which was the chair at the end of his aisle and there was someone in the next seat from his left. Considering he could always go forward, since there was three students sitting next to each other, Jack figured he would spend less energy doing that and was going to commit.
As he was making his way to the front of the chair to try and get down, some footsteps came from his right. Jack took a peek just to get a gist of whether it would become a situation or not, and it was just another student late for class. He thought they weren't much of a threat, so he went back to doing his thing. That was until he felt his chair being pulled back.
"Oh my god, late again?" a girl cried out. She was racing to her second period of the day and was almost hyperventilating. Though it was college, and one class didn't necessarily mean the end of the world, especially if you were only late a few minutes, Carly thought otherwise. Now a sophomore at the university, Carly thought that her days of sleeping in and showing up too late to class were over. Unfortunately, some habits never change, and these carried over from her freshman year. When she entered the lecture hall, Carly quickly scanned the room looking for an available seat. Luckily for her, there were three open seats in the next to back row of the hall. She scurried over to that section, quickly and quietly setting her backpack in the open seat to her right and sitting down.
*SQUELCH*
When she sat down, Carly felt something under her. She wasn't sure how to describe it, but it wasn't an unpleasant feeling. Something about it was unique, but in a good way, it seemed to make things more comfortable. She moved around a bit in her chair, her jeans rubbing against the foam cushion of it.
*SQUISH*
*CRUNCH*
"What on Earth is that?" she wondered to herself. Perhaps not many people would immediately think that what they had sat on would be a tiny person, but Carly was not necessarily the sharpest tool in the shed. Instead of simply getting up and checking to see what it was that was under her, she kept moving around, thinking she could figure it out purely by feeling. Though she seemed to have a fairly strong intuition, especially when riding horses, inside the classroom was not her forte, even when just sitting in one. She continued her shifting around in her chair for a few moments longer before finally settling down for class.
Underneath her, Jack was exhausted. It was a good thing Carly's backside was as padded as it was, otherwise it would have been a far more painful experience. Regardless, being spread out against the back of someone's jeans wasn't a very comfortable position, even if it didn't particularly hurt. Considering Carly liked to move in her seat every so often, whether intentionally or not, nothing really improved for Jack. He would moan and groan, trying whatever he could to get the girl's attention, but to no avail. It was difficult getting someone's attention from underneath them, but especially so when they're enjoying the feeling of what they're sitting on. Jack just had to ride it out.
Though it would only get worse the rest of class, Jack did manage to survive the ordeal. At the end of class, after having served this girl as her personal throne for an hour and a half, Jack received one final stretch as the girl rubbed her ass against the seat as she got up from it. Jack took a great breath of fresh air and squinted his eyes as light poured onto him. Curious as to what his sitter looked like, Jack peered at her. Likewise, Carly was interested in what made her seat so uniquely comfortable. She placed her things on her back, then turned around to look at her seat. She gasped at what she saw.
"Oh my gosh!" she squealed. "It's, like, a little man! Oh my gosh, this is so cool! Thanks for making me so comfortable the entire class, I think I'll just take you home with me~" Despite having very little energy, Jack protested. "Wa-wait! I'm n-no doll or t-toy!" Surprised at what she just heard, Carly drew back from the chair. She looked around and scanned the room, concerned that other people might look at her as crazy. But no one was paying attention. She got back close to the chair and kneeled down to get a closer look. When she did, Jack paused to get a good look of her. She had naturally curly dark brown hair, soft brown eyes, dimples and freckles both, and was wearing a cowboy hat. Jack thought she was one of the prettiest people he had ever met. "Did you just speak?" Carly spoke in a Southern-tinted accent, interrupting Jack's thought. "Y-yes!" he cried. "My name's Jack, I need help!"
"Well I can help you, you cute thing," Carly replied. "Why don't you come with me and we can figure everything out together." Begrudgingly, Jack allowed Carly to pick him up. Even as tired as he was, he was willing to attempt an escape at any point. Jack wasn't so sure about whether to trust her or not, even though her looks captivated him. "Listen, I have another class to go to. It's only fifty minutes, but I'm sure you'd like to rest up, so I'll keep you in my bag for now. I'll get you out at the end of it, 'kay?" Jack smiled, and Carly returned the favor before gently placing him in her bag. She closed his pocket, then went about to her next class.
At the end of her class, where does Carly take Jack next?
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