The Shrinking Machine

He looked at the blurry figure. It was moving. One of those five legged monsters! The monster was coming to him, slowly. He stood waiting. It took an hour for the giant to move. He yawned, stretched, and scratched himself. Finally, when the giant was a few inches away he took off. The giant landed on the flat surface.
"Damn this stupid fly.. anyway, where were we, ah yes so the entropy is then.." continued Dr. Quincy while writing on the board.
"The triangle here in the Carnot cycle.. I don't know if you can see it from where you are." she continued.
"Oh yeah we see it alright," whispered James to Samantha and Daniel, alluding to their previous conversation about her butt.
The latter two burst into muffled laughter.
Dr. Quincy paused for a moment and turned around with a scowl. "Who is laughing there? Be quiet!" she said.
She noticed something and fixed her gaze on James. "Mr. James, where is your book? You didn't bring it?" said she angrily.
James was caught off guard but tried to keep cool. He blurted the first comeback that came to his mind, "Well I am listening to you. That is all I need."
To this flattery, Dr. Quincy's expression not only softened but became delighted. "Well, thank you! Still, it is better to have your book next time," she said with a smile.
As Dr. Quincy turned back to the board, James quickly turned to the others and blinked. They grinned but made sure not to chuckle this time.
The rest of the class Dr. Quincy appeared to be in a good mood. She lively explained the topic of entropy while everyone pretended to listen. She ended the class with a happy note saying "Anyone bringing homework next week will get extra points!"
Students started getting up as Dr. Quincy collected her papers. A couple of nerds went to her desk to ask questions
while James, Samantha, and Daniel were heading out. For an instant, Dr. Quincy's eye met that of James and they exchanged smiles. Dr. Quincy didn't notice Samantha was watching them with an evil smile.
Dr. Quincy left the classroom after the nerds had left finally her alone. Some days she liked them but today wasn't one of them. She was thinking of the handsome James. "Hmmm, he must be hung," she thought to herself as images of him naked passed through her mind.
She went to her office first. After sifting through some paperwork she left her office to head to her lab. Her prize lay there, her work that would change the world. She kept it a secret not just because the government required so but also because she didn't want to be ashamed should her project fail.
As she was dreamily descending the stairs she heard some voices from one of the hallways. They were familiar. She was tempted to step into the hallway to take a peek and she did. It was James and the other two. They were walking to the other end of the hallway and Dr. Quincy saw their backs when they were a few feet away.
"The way she looked at you, you got a B+ for sure," she heard Samantha say.
Quickly, Daniel added, "If you hit her A+ guaranteed.
They were ten yards away but she was able to catch James saying, "I wouldn't touch that her with a 10-foot pole."
Before she could process those last words, she felt their strike, like the feeling of consternation when we saw the flash of lightning. "I wouldn't touch that her with a 10-foot pole," she repeated in her mind.
When the meaning became apparent it shook her whole body as thunder. She got blinded, reeled, and gasped for air. She leaned against the wall in order not to fall. The words got repeated in her head and the pain of shame multiplied.
After a few minutes, her senses returned. Her strong, professional mind took over, pulled her back, and shut off the emotions torturing her. She inhaled, straightened her clothes, fixed her glasses, and continued her descent down the stairs. When she arrived she had resolution in her eyes.
She opened the door of the lab and turned on the lights. There it was, the chamber made of blue-coated sheet metal with its few air vents with grills and its heavy, metal door reminiscent of those of submarines. She contemplated her creation her eyes starting to shine with vengeance. She closed the door to the lab.
"Let's get down to business and forget those losers," she told herself.
For the remainder of the day she stayed there, operating the chamber from its control station, going into it with gages, looking at graphs on her computer. She stayed there until one o'clock past midnight, drinking coffee and scratching her head. Finally, she fell asleep, her wavy whitened-blonde hair sprawling on her desk among pencils, papers, and eraser dust.
In three days her class gathered in the usual classroom. James, Samantha, and Daniel were at their usual place at the back rows. During the class, they whispered and chuckled but Dr. Quincy didn't make any remarks, continuing her speech like she noticed nothing. Once the class was over, she silently packed up, answered a few questions, osmancık escort and didn't make any eye contact with James or the other two.
"She looks depressed today," Samantha said.
James replied, "I don't know about that but she is depressing as usual."
Daniel said, "Maybe she needs some love, man."
James said, "Be my guest, my friend. Take one for the team."
Samantha said, "You guys are nasty."
They walked down the hallway and went out to the yard while Dr. Qunicy went straight to her lab. She sat at her desk, scratched some numbers on a paper, and said to herself, "Let's give it a try."
She took the red apple that was sitting on her desk. She opened the chamber door and placed the apple on the round mat that was smack at the center. She closed the chamber door and went to the control station. She pressed some buttons. At first, there were some clicking sounds. Then there was the sound of a machine running. Then a strange, very faint, howling kind of sound was heard. The sound got louder and louder. Then all of a sudden it stopped. Finally, hissing sounds were heard.
Dr. Quincy opened the chamber door and stood in front of it like a statue. She couldn't believe her eyes. She stared into the chamber for several minutes with an open mouth. Then her face started blushing, her forehead started sweating, her head started shaking, and her hands started flailing like they didn't know what to do. She made her hands into fists and with a face now crimson she yelled, "I did it!!!!"
Next week, during her class, Dr. Quincy announced a flash quiz. During the quiz she walked back and forth near the back rows. Samantha and James got to gesture at each other only once during the quiz. When they were handing them their faces were frowning.
The following class she distributed the quizzes. Both James and Samantha received 2 out 10, Daniel a 3. It upset them so much that they were quiet the whole class. After class, James went towards Dr. Quincy's desk to ask about his score but she was surrounded by others and didn't pay attention to him, save for a brief moment when their eyes met. What James saw in her eyes worried him.
Dr. Quincy went to the lab again. This time she had a bunny on her desk in a cage. "How are you cutie?" she said to it.
She then took the cage and placed it on the round mat in the chamber. She closed the door and operated the machine. After ten minutes she reopened the door. The bunny was still there in the cage. However, it had become one-third of its original size.
"Look at you, you are even cuter now," she said with a condescending tone.
Dr. Quincy's mood had changed. She was again gay, but now there was defiance in her gayness. In the next class, she appeared to ignore noisy students but it didn't appear to be because she was nice but rather because she saw them too low to deal with.
On the other hand, James appeared to be looking for chances to talk to her. Dr. Quincy did not pay attention during the class. However, towards the end of the class she to James' and asked him to stop by her desk. After the bell rang, she answered the questions of two other students while James waited aside.
Once others were gone she said, "Hi James, I wanted to talk to you about your recent grade. It appears to me that you have not grasped the fundamentals of thermodynamics."
Her words were cold and devoid of emotion.
"I know, I am working on it. I am studying," replied James but Dr. Quincy cut his word before he could finish.
"I was going to ask you if you would like to help me with a project to get extra points," she said.
"Sure, I would love to," James replied genuinely smiling.
"Good," Dr. Quincy replied "Let me show you what it is."
She led James out of the classroom and downstairs. James had things to do but this was important so he followed. He watched her bun of whitish-blonde hair bounce in front of him as they descended the stairs.
They arrived at the door of her lab. She opened the door and invited him in. The place was as boring as it gets for James. He looked around indifferently.
"We are running groundbreaking experiments here," Dr. Quincy said. "You can help me by analyzing the particle morphisms and m-dimension folding."
"Uh-huh, sure," James replied, not understanding a word.
Dr. Quincy led him to the chamber and had him stand on the round matt. She gave him a clipboard and pencil. She took his keys and cellphone. "Just stand here and record the sounds that you hear. It won't take long," she said.
James believed he was really participating in the research. He even got excited thinking that he could use this experience in his resume.
The chamber door closed. There were still lights in the chamber.
"Are you ready?" he heard Dr. Quincy ask through the air vents and replied positively.
There was a click sound. Then the lights flickered. Poor James noted these on his paper. Then there was the machine sound, osmangazi escort which got louder. He recorded these as well. Then the lights went out. He was worried a little. Then the howling sound started and he felt a violet glow around him. He could see the clipboard very faintly so he tried to scribble on it. Then the howling got louder. He felt as if falling down a hole. It was strange because he felt no pressure from the floor. It was as if the whole chamber was falling.
He stood that way for a few minutes unable to talk. Then the howling stopped. As the hissing started the lights came back on. James, looked at his hands and his legs. All seemed fine. "That was a fun ride!" he thought.
Then he looked around and noticed the change. The chamber had gotten bigger! The mat he was standing on was 3 times wider. The walls were farther and the door, it was a giant door now maybe 24 feet tall!
"Whoaa it must be an optical illusion," he said to himself.
Just the the knob of the door turned and the giant door started to open. That's when James' eyes almost popped out of their sockets! Dr. Quincy peeked in and she was at least 15 feet tall!
"But... but what.. what.. what just happened?" he said.
Dr. Quincy was looking at him behind her huge glasses. It was hard to see the expression in her eyes. "Ohhh my god," she said slowly.
James looked at his arm and legs again. "How on earth, what am I seeing?" he said again with amazement.
"I think we might have made a mistake," Dr. Quincy said with feigned worry in her voice.
"Mistake?" said James.
The 15 ft giantess knelt in front of James. Her head was three times bigger than his. "I am so sorry, James," said Dr. Quincy, "but I am afraid you have shrunk."
James looked with bewilderment. Then he blacked out and fainted.
When James woke up, he was on a floor bed in the office. He moaned. Hearing his moans Dr. Quincy turned around in her chair. "There you are cutie fellow," she said.
James rubbed his eyes and looked carefully. Then he shouted, "Ohhh my gooooood!!!"
Dr. Quincy covered her ears. "Your voice is so squeaky, like that of mice," she said
James was in anguish. "Professor," he said, "please, please put me back into my original size!"
Dr. Quincy said, "Calm down, don't worry. We will take care of this."
James stood up. He went for the door. Dr. Quincy calmly said, "James, if you go out that door they will question me. If they find me guilty they will send me to prison. Then I cannot help you any more."
James stopped. "Can't this machine be reversed?" he asked in anguish.
"I suppose you asked if the machine could return you to your original size. The answer is I do not know and neither does anyone else. I am working on it as you can see," she said, showing him a paper full of equations.
James looked dumfounded. Dr. Quincy got up from her chair. She bent over to James, then with two hands picked him up like a doll. "Ohh, sweetie, don't worry. We will take care of this," she said as she gave him a hug, his body sinking between her puffy mature breasts.
She carried him to her desk where she had him sit on a chair. There were a bag of Cheetos, two cups, a bowl of grapes, and two bottled waters on the desk. She offered them to him. James lifted the glass to his mouth. It weighed like a salad bowl. He took a bite of Cheetos, which was as thick as a small banana.
"Well, I will tell you what," Dr. Quincy said, "The best is for you to stay here until we solve this. There is the restroom right there. Refrigerator is over there. I will buy you some kids' toothbrush and paste, and I guess some clothes too. You will be fine, don't worry."
After a couple of hours calming down, Dr. Quincy left the lab. She locked the door after her.
Next day when Samantha and Daniel did not see James they were worried. However, they didn't do anything as it was too soon. Dr. Quincy entered the lab again in the afternoon, with two shopping bags in her hands. "How are you, little fella?" she asked James in a merry tone.
James just nodded, looking upset. He felt this was on purpose but dared not argue with the professor. He did believe that only she could reverse the process.
Dr. Quincy took out the things she bought and put them on the floor bed where James was sitting. She then took a seat next to her desk and turned around to face him. "Hey," she said, "You are gonna become famous as the first person to shrink!"
"Professor, thank you, but I have family and friends. I cannot go on to live like a midget!" James replied.
"Ahh, just enjoy the moment!" she said calmly as she took out a McDonalds bag.
She opened the bag and took out a hamburger for herself. Then she offered another one to James, "Here, take this McChicken."
James hesitated at first but he was hungry so took it. It was a giant burger, a foot in diameter. While he ate he silently looked at the woman he used to despise. She had her osmaniye escort whitish-blonde hair tied in the back. Her face didn't have too many wrinkles but didn't look young either. She had a stern and somewhat haughty countenance. She was slightly chubby and often wore a white blouse and loose cotton pants. Her legs were thick. She often wore Birkenstock clogs. Now she had crossed her legs and left one of the Birkenstocks on the floor. James was seeing her foot for the first time and it looked pretty shapely but apparently she didn't spend much time for them.
Dr. Quincy was watching James while eating her hamburger and leaning against her chair. She started to wiggle her foot and turn it right and left. There was something menacing in each of her moves. Her looks appeared to penetrate James.
As she was finishing up her hamburger she told him, "You know what, you should call your friends and tell them everything is okay.
She then unlocked a drawer next to her desk and took out James' cellphone. She asked him to enter his passcode. Once in the phone she downloaded an app that changes the voice. Then she had James return the missed calls and call his friends to let them know everything was okay.
"I just had to go out of town for something. Don't worry about me," he told Samantha and Daniel on the phone.
"Well done," said Dr. Quincy after he hung up. "I will now go. You can keep the cellphone but make sure you don't let anyone know what happened. As I said, that will disrupt my research and you may be stuck like this for ten years."
James' face became pale. "Doctor, when do you think you can fix the machine?"
Dr. Quincy seemed annoyed by this question. "How can I know, James? I am doing my best. It should be in a couple months."
"A couple months!" exclaimed James. "Can you not get some help?"
"As I told you, honey. Laws are funny. They will take me in and someone who doesn't understand a thing will take over and who knows what they can do. Just stay safe. Let me work on this," she replied as she put her shoe back on getting ready to leave.
Another day went by. Dr. Quincy showed up around noon the next day. She was wearing a blue UoM t-shirt and grayish-green shorts. Her plump but smooth legs looked good, especially with the brown Birken sandals she was wearing. She looked exhausted and dropped on the black office chair. "Have you been a good boy?" she asked James who was watching his phone while sitting on the floor bed.
"Ummm, yes," replied he. "I didn't tell any one."
"Well, good, let me take that away from you before it runs out of battery," Dr. Quincy said leaning over to him with a stretched out hand.
James handed the phone to her hesitantly. He had locked the screen before handing it but was still nervous. Of course Dr. Quincy noticed this but was playing along, although she did look into his eyes sarcastically when she grabbed the phone. She then opened the drawer and put the phone in it, appearing indifferent to its contents, and locked the drawer.
"Ohh, it has been a long day," she told opening the tie of her hair and letting her hair loose, while leaning back, kicking off her sandals, and crossing her feet on the bed right in front of James.
James looked at her and her feet with a little disgust as he caught a whiff of the odor emanating from them. Dr. Quincy, still maintaining a poker face, wiggled her toes, letting the odor intensify. "Hmmm I could really use a foot massage right now," she said.
James looked blankly. He didn't dare offer it. She knew this already so she added, "Can you please?"
"Me?" James replied.
"Yes you, who else is here?"
James hesitated for a moment and then kneeled over to her giant feet. Her foot was three times the length of his hand. The smell up close was so cheesy, so strong that he gagged. "Not sure I can," he said.
"Well, think of it this way. If I am tired and unsatisfied my research might stall."
Hearing this James turned back to her feet, mustered his courage, and held one with both hands. "Mmm go on," Dr. Quincy said.
James started rubbing her big foot. It was as big as his entire torso. Her big toe was bigger than what an egg used to be. He could see the dirt on them clearly, with salty stains around her toe print. There were some toe jam between the other toes and they emanated the most pungent smell ever. Controlling himself not to throw up, James kept on massaging.
"Hmmm, good. Next one," said Dr. Quincy switching feet.
James massage the other foot as well. They were both pretty dry but very stinky nonetheless. "Your hands are too small for this task. I need more force. Can use your elbows," Dr. Quincy commanded.
James was a bit irritated that he had to get closer. He started to massage her sole with his elbow. Now his face was right next to her sole and the smell was unbearable. "Better, but still not enough. Use your knee," Dr. Quincy said.
He was happy with that command as it would move his head farther. However, Dr. Quincy wasn't satisfied. "Nah, it doesn't work. Okay, best is using your head," she said.
James started, "But doctor..."
Dr. Quincy cut him off, "James, we talked about this," tilting her head forward and looking sternly at him over her glasses.