Not A Toy 096

"How long is this going to take?" Jenna asked, interrupting, folding her arms as she did. The very image of impatience.

"Do you have somewhere to be - at that size?" Sophie shot back quickly.

The teacher rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the sass from the giant redhead. In fact, trying not to be intimidated by the sheer size of who Jenna very much considered their captor was an ongoing battle. Constantly reminding herself of her own personhood despite the enormity of Sophie, and it was a battle that was now being fought uphill thanks to the garment she had been given. It was stiff, nearing uncomfortable, too short and too low cut in all the wrong places.

Maisie was trying to stay apart from the repartee of the teacher and scientist, taking in the sheer scale of her surrounds. The window that looked out onto the wider world, never had the graduate been more thankful for a glass barrier - she liked her chances with the giant woman more than fending herself at night at this size.

However, she was shaken from her reverie by a sound behind her - something clattered into a glass surface, sending a faint reverberation through the desk that the little woman could feel in her bare feet. The source was revealed, as Sophie - engrossed in her conversation - clumsily crashed into her glass of wine!

Maisie shrieked as the container, larger than herself, toppled over with no care for the shrunken woman that lay in its path. The tiny graduate watched in horror at the contents poured over the lip of the glass and tumbled towards her. The little brunette did her best to sidestep and avoid the relentless liquid - the size of the red river difficult to process, the simple contents of a glass of wine more like a rushing wave that could knock her over. 

The girl summoned what deftness she could and avoided retreating backwards and falling off the edge of the desk. The moment seemed to last an age, as fear and panic overwhelmed her, but she was wrenched back to reality by the sound of the glass thudding to the wooden surface. Both Maisie and Jenna feeling that all the way to their knees.

When all was said and done, Maisie felt the weight of her now sopping wet outfit. The crimson splashed across her form, utterly ruining her attire. The girl had been able to keep the liquid from reaching her hair, but her garments were beyond ruined.

The now empty glass rolled for a moment before coming to rest, just as Sophie and Jenna watched on. Jenna was shocked, the entire display a subtle reminder of their reduced size, and how inconveniences like knocking over a glass could result in such a frantic display and messy aftermath. Quietly though, the teacher was suddenly ruminating on whether she would rather be in her stiff, revealing dress or drenched just as the younger woman was now...

Sophie felt frustration swell in her, she had just been getting into a rhythm with her questions and now she had this mess to resolve.

Both Maisie and Jenna felt a helplessness in them arise, as the giantess too understood that she was the only one who could actually clean this up. She was reminded of her teenage years and cleaning up after the various brats she used to babysit. Despite this being very much Sophie's fault, her rampant desire to get what she wanted made her feel like the wronged party.

Maisie was speechless, looking over herself in shock with a rising shame, her body and outfit dripping as the stench of red wine rose deep into her nostrils...