Mini Postal Worker 2

Mini Postal Worker 2

I walked to the edge of the table and shuddered. “How am I supposed to even make it down?” I threw my legs over the table and adjusted the bra I had been using for a makeshift outfit. “They need to install an elevator or something. They know I can change in size, and yet when I shrink, they leave me stuck on the office table.” I shook my head. “I need to think of something before the janitor locks up for the day, and I am stuck in here.

I pulled at the bra strapped around my body. “Maybe this can help. If I can find something to hook it on, I could lower myself down. I have broken enough bras in my life to know that these things can stretch. Hah.” I jumped to my feet and turned around. “Ok, what can I tie you to?”

I walked over to the last box I had packaged for the day.

“This will work.” I slipped off the bra and shivered. “Brr, it is cold in here. Let’s get this over; I don’t want to be stuck naked on the floor.”

I slipped my fingers underneath the box.

“Ok. One, two. Urrugh.” I slipped one end of the makeshift safety line under the box and then pulled on it. “Seems secure.” I continued to pull it out to the edge of the table. “Secure enough, at least.”

I slipped into the right cup of the bra and stood on the edge of the table. “Ok, here it goes.” Then, with my eyes closed, I jumped. I held onto the garment for dear life as I fell downward and almost touched the ground before springing back up. “Crap.” Back up I went as my legs flailed about in the air; it was like I was on the world’s worst bungee cord ride.

“Someone help me.”

Back down I went; this time, when I hit bottom, I fell off the horrid ride and onto the cold floor. “Ouff.” I shook my head as I pushed myself off the tile below me. “That didn’t go as planned.” As I looked up, I shivered. “Great, there goes the last bit of clothing I had.” I sighed. “That is just great. Bad enough, I have to walk home at this height; now I have to do it completely naked.”

I turned around and headed for the door. “Ok, now to get out of here.” I looked up at the skyscraper of a wall. “It is already seven p.m. I only have fifteen minutes to make it to the front door before that damn janitor locks me inside. Move your tiny little legs move.”

When I reached the massive blue door, I slammed my body against it. “Great. How am I supposed to open this?” I pushed against the barrier in some hope that it would magically open. “Move damnit.”

After a few moments, I slumped down. “Ugh. I can’t be trapped in here.” I shrugged my shoulders. “Though it would be better than going home to my nephews. God, do I not want to deal with them.” I laid down. “Still, though, this isn’t where I want to spend the night.”

I turned my head, now able to see into the next room. “Wait.” I flipped over onto my belly. “Maybe I can shimmy my way under the door.” Slowly I wormed beneath the crack under the giant door. It felt like my body was being slowly rolled over by a steam roller. “Almost there.”

Suddenly I popped out from under the doorframe and slid across the tile floor. “Whoh.”

I flipped over onto my butt as I slowed down and rubbed my stomach. “Oww. That hurt.” I sighed. “At least now I am in the main office.” I pushed myself off the floor. “Time to get out of here.”

I rushed over to the glass doors which led to my freedom and bent down onto my knees. “No. I can’t squeeze under these.” I slammed my first against the glass. “Why did you have to get such a crappy door, Jeffery? Why?”

The thunderous sounds of footfalls filled my ears and a strange humming. I turned my head to see the elderly janitor walking up to the front desk; his back turned to me. “Crap, what am I going to do now? This is the shrinking incident at the Jenny Downs Department store all over again, except this time I think I am going to be stepped on.”

The janitor turned around, and my heart skipped a beat.  This is it.

He put his hands into his tattered brown coat. “Now, what did I do with my phone?” His light dark skin fell to his pants pocket. “Please don’t tell me I left it somewhere in this damn building; I am not going to be searching all over this place for it when I have to get home. My daughter home for the weekend and I promised to see her. Oh phew, there it is.” He pulled out his phone. “Last thing I need is to lose a three hundred dollar phone my cousin bought for me.”

He looked down at the floor and spotted me. “What in the world?”

Scared out of my mind, I fell limp on the floor. The giant walked up to me and, with a calloused hand, picked me up. “Who leaves an unpackaged doll lying around the office?” He turned me over. “And a very life-like one at that.” He scratched at his bald head. “I almost can’t believe at the umm, detail they put into this thing.” He sighed. “I know this is wrong, but Veronica needs a gift for her birthday today. Ok.” He slipped me into his back pocket face first. “I will have to do something about that vagina, though. No little girl needs to see that on a doll.” He walked out of the door and into the cold autumn air.

I twisted around until I was facing up and could see out of his pocket. “Great. I get out of the Postal shop only to be picked up like some child’s toy.” I rested my head on my elbow. “I hope that this shrinking episode will not last much longer. Hopefully, I will grow back to normal before I reach this guy’s house, so I don’t have to figure out how to avoid becoming his kid’s plaything.”

The janitor walked over to his car. “I can’t wait to get home and get out of these sweaty clothes.”

I held my hand over my mouth.  Gross.

He opened the door and slid inside, his rear end crushing me. “Ugh.” I slid out, so my head poked out between his jeans and the seat. “At least I can breathe.” I tried to move the rest of my body. “But I am stuck. This is just great.”

I tapped my head against the seat as I waited to see just where I was being taken. But, unfortunately, I couldn’t see much more than the giant back of the man holding me unwittingly hostage as the car chugged along.  I need to figure a way out of this before I am taken inside his house. If I go in there, I will be stuck until I grow back to normal, and I don’t want to deal with that awkward conversation. “Hi, I just umm grew inside your house and need some clothing before I dash out. Please don’t call the cops.”

After a considerable amount of time, the car came to a stop and the janitor shut off the engine. “Ok.” He reached around and grabbed me. “Time to sneak you inside. Hhmm.” He opened the glove box and pulled out an old bag. “This will work.” He stuffed me inside. “That should do.”

I rubbed my rear end as he tied off the top of the bag. “Great. I am really trapped now.” I pushed against the sides of the bag. “Whoever thought it was a good idea to make this so thick? Did they not realize that inch high people might have to tear through their bags and escape someday?” I slid down against a crumpled paper. “Well, now I am screwed.” I crossed my arms. “Maybe I can talk with the kid. Trick them into not playing with me.” I smiled. “Yes, that might work.”

The top of the bag opened, and a bright light poured down from above before a huge calloused hand reached down to grab me. Once out of the bag, I went onto a wooden bench as the janitor used his right hand to hold me down and his left hand to hold his cellphone up to his ear. “Linda, I will be in just a moment to start making dinner. I need to take care of something.” He forced a pink dress onto my body. “I found something for Veronica’s birthday. No, it isn’t some cheap piece of crap like last year.” He took his hand off of me. “What do you take me for? Look, I am the one who is home, and you are still out with your friends, and you want to give me grief for being a bad father?” He narrowed his eyes. “Like hell, your gift will be better than mine.” He hung up and picked me up.

“My present for my dearest daughter will be the best this year, or my name isn’t Trevor Princeton.” He lifted my dress and grabbed some duct tape. “Now to cover this ungodly mistake so my little angel won’t have to see such naughty parts on my present and Linda trying to throw it into the trash.” He ripped off a section of tape and stuck it onto my genitals. “There.” He flipped me over. “Hmm, I don’t like the detail on that ass. Ehh, I think it's fine, though. I need to go find something to wrap this in. The party is in an hour.”

Once he was gone, I sat up and pulled at the tape. “You have got to be kidding me. I don’t know what is worse: he thought I was a free toy or stuck tape on my privates. Ugh. It won’t come off.” I threw my arms to my side. “That is going to hurt when I grow to my original size.” I closed my eyes. “I don’t even like to take of band-aids.”

I went limp once more as Trevor walked back into the room. “This shoe box should work.” He picked me up. “Will be a tight fit, though.” He stuffed me inside and closed the lid.

Eww, I can still smell the sneakers. And they are not fresh.

Trevor’s muffled voice pieced through the cardboard. “Now, I just need to find a hiding spot.”

My body began to tingle.  Oh no. Not now.

As Trevor hummed mindlessly, my body began to grow. I raised my arms as the container quickly closed in on me. Crap.

“Hmm, this box is getting heavier. I wonder why?”

I curled into a ball as the makeshift dress tightened around my body. Finally, my shoulders started to dent the sides of the cardboard, and my feet began to push through the lid.  I am going to have some explaining to do here in a minute.

“Something is very wrong here.” He set the shoebox down. “It is almost like the damn thing is filling up with water.” My legs shot out of the box. “What in the living hell?”

My shoulders continued to deform the container as my head and arms broke free. I waved at Trevor, and his eyes widened. “What the hell. And automatic inflating doll? What sick toy did I pick up? I can’t give this to my Veronica.” He grabbed me. “You.

You are going into the trash.”

“Don’t you dare bring me anywhere near that gross thing.”

Trevor dropped me onto the floor. “It talked. Dolls can’t talk.” He scratched at his head. “I must be going crazy.”

I tried to pull the shrinking container off of me as I looked up at him. “Look, you are not going crazy.” My shoulders pushed through the box as my dress began to tear apart. “I have an umm expiation for this.”

Trevor turned around. “Don’t talk to her, or it. Don’t make this hallucination any more real than it has to be.”

I sat up. “Excuse me? I am not a hallucination.” My body tore the box apart. “I am genuine.” I stood up; the dress on my body stretched and pulled with my movement. “Just because I am growing.” I looked down. “Back to my original height, it doesn’t make me some flash hood.” Rrrrrip.

Trevor turned around. “And how am I— Oh god.”

He threw his arms up. Do something and cover yourself, and quickly you skank.”

I turned to the side and picked up a garbage lid.

“Happy now.” Shrrink. My dress fell apart around me.  Great, I am naked again.  Rrrrrip. “Oowww.” I winced as the duct tape ripped off my swelling body.

Trevor walked over to the door of the garage and grabbed a broom. “I won’t be happy until you get out of my house. You tricked me you. . . you witch. How dare you try and do this to me.”

“Me.” I grew another few inches. “I would consider this kidnapping.”

He hit me with the broom. “I don’t care what you consider it. Just get out of my house.”

“You can’t send me out there.” I was almost shoulder height with him. “I don’t have any clothing.”

“Not my problem. My two-year-old daughter is going to have her birthday, and I can’t let my wife know I was going to give her some crazy bimbo as a present.”

I narrowed my eyes. “You were going to give me to a two-year-old? I don’t know if that is worse or you think I am some whore.”

“Who in the world pretends to be some doll so they can grow like this? It is insane?”

I shook my head. “I am tired of this. I have been through a lot of size-changing craziness in my life but never have I had anyone tell me that I was doing it for the trill of things on that level.” I walked up to the garage door. “Umm, can you let me out?”

Trevor sighed and hit the button on his key fob.

“Just go.” The grey door opened the way to my freedom.

I walked down the driveway and used the garbage can lid to cover my more sensitive parts from the world. “You should buy your daughter something more special, not junk you find lying around on the postal room floor.”

“Get out of here before I call the cops.”

I hurried down the street and began my trek towards my brother’s house.  I have to get there before dark and without anyone seeing me. This is just great.