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For the first day of Macro March, how about a deer who finds themselves rapidly growing while on city transit?
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Jill is AWOL
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Letting out an exhausted sigh, Gordy hurried out of the office building, clutching the handle of his briefcase. He had to get to the courthouse before it was too late to represent his client. The deer tugged at his bright green tie as it fluttered over his shoulder. Racing down the block, his hooves clattered to a halt at the bus stop as he frantically studied the schedule. After a few moments he found the arrival time for the bus.
Breathing a sigh of relief, he saw that the bus should arrive in a few minutes and reach the court house with just enough time to get his evidence submitted. He flopped bonelessly on the bench, letting his head lean back, then sat back up and grumbled as his antlers scraped against the plexiglass behind him.
Popping open his briefcase, he looked over the photos he had gathered. One of his clients, a female feline, just five feet tall, dressed surprisingly conservatively while dancing in a local nightclub was pictured. A second photo showed someone bumping into her on the dance floor, almost knocking her down. The next showed the stranger rushing off, a syringe clutched in their hand. The final few images showed his client growing uncontrollably, shredding out of her clothing as she wrecked much of the dance floor and some of the overhead lighting rigs.
She had been arrested as being an unregistered size shifter and held in prison without bail as a possible threat to society. These photos should be enough to get her out of prison and home safely to her family. He snapped the case closed and was looking down the road towards the approaching bus when he felt a sharp pain on the back of his neck. Slapping at it, he felt something splatter into his fur. Making a face, he looked at his hand. The crushed remains of some kind of metallic looking insect and a bright green goop that almost seemed to glow covered the palm of his hand. He rubbed it between his hoof like fingertips before making a face. Tugging his handkerchief out of his jacket pocket, he wiped off his hands in disgust before stuffing the piece of cloth into his pants pocket.
The bus pulled up to the stop with a growling rumble and a hiss of air brakes. Gordy quickly hopped on the bus and made his way to an open seat. Fortunately there didn’t seem to be too many people on the bus so there were plenty of spots to choose from. Settling down, he heard the engine roar and felt the bus lurch forward, on its way once more.
After they’d been moving a few moments, the deer tugged at his tie, looking around. Just his luck, he thought, the air conditioning must be broken, as he felt a wave of heat crash over him. He let his tongue hang out briefly, drawing long slow breaths to try to cool himself, hoping that no one on the bus noticed. Within moments, he knew something was wrong. It was getting harder to draw a breath, like something was squeezing him tighter by the moment.
He groaned, resting his forehead in his hands as a wave of dizziness washed over him. When he lifted his head at last, he froze in fear. He felt his antlers scrape against the ceiling, then start pushing against it with more force! He looked down at his hands to see the sleeves of his suit jacket had pulled halfway up his forearms and were still slowly retreating. A sudden gasp of shock sent several buttons from his shirt scattering across the floor with a clatter as his fluffy chest swelled into view.
Gordy winced in pain as the fingers gripping the handle of his briefcase lengthened and swelled, pinched by the sturdy plastic and metal. There was a loud snap as the handle broke and he grabbed for the falling briefcase. There was a loud tearing noise as his jacket and shirt split down his broadening back. He tried to stand, but his head was forced down as his upper back pressed against the cool metal of the bus’ ceiling.
“Stop the bus! I need to get off, it’s an emergency!”
Shaking his head, the bus driver didn’t even look into the mirror, “Ah, siddown and shaddap, we’re almost to the next stop!”
His clothing was rapidly shredding apart as he moved into the center aisle. He was forced to bend at the waist more and more as his growth seemed to accelerate. His clothing was shredding apart at the seams as he clutched the increasingly smaller briefcase to his side!
Soon, the entire bus started to rock and sink down on its suspension. The growing deer was forced down onto all fours as the usually oblivious riders were suddenly snapped back to reality. Some of them screamed, hitting the emergency brake buttons as they scrambled, some of them climbing over the seats.
The driver shouted out, “Oh shit! Yer a macro!” Then he smashed the window by his seat and dove out.
The seats began to snap off of their bolts, being crushed against the walls of the bus as Gordy was forced onto his stomach. His antlers pierced through the front windshield and his head forced its way out into the open. He wrapped his hand tightly around his briefcase, desperate to hang onto it as his hooves punched through the emergency door at the rear. He gasped for breath, feeling the walls literally closing in around him, positive his growing body was going to be crushed to death in this metal tube.
Almost out of breath, he heard the sound of creaking, warping metal as the windows in the bus shattered, popping one by one as his fur bulged out into the new openings. His legs and neck continued to lengthen out through the ends as the bus itself bulged outwards. He struggled and gasped, tears running down his cheeks, he couldn’t breathe at all when there was a sudden metallic shriek. The body of the bus ripped open over his growing body letting the deer draw in a lungful of precious air. Gordy thought the taste of city smog was never so sweet!
He struggled a bit, forcing his way out of the wreckage As he stood up to his new ninety-foot height, he stretched and let out a low moan, smoothing down his fur before he heard the sound of pictures being snapped on phones all around him. He let out a shout and bent down, ripping a chunk of metal from the ruined bus and using it to keep himself as modest as possible.
Opening the palm of his right hand, he saw the tiny briefcase and nodded to himself. He still had work to do. Clutching it tightly in his right hand and trying to keep himself decent with the other, the newly minted macro took one step, then another. His normally rather dainty hooves were smashing manhole cover sized potholes into the street. Shaking his head with a look of determination on his face, he kept heading down the road towards the courthouse. His client still needed him, after all!
Icon by the wonderful
Jill is AWOL===================================================================
Letting out an exhausted sigh, Gordy hurried out of the office building, clutching the handle of his briefcase. He had to get to the courthouse before it was too late to represent his client. The deer tugged at his bright green tie as it fluttered over his shoulder. Racing down the block, his hooves clattered to a halt at the bus stop as he frantically studied the schedule. After a few moments he found the arrival time for the bus.
Breathing a sigh of relief, he saw that the bus should arrive in a few minutes and reach the court house with just enough time to get his evidence submitted. He flopped bonelessly on the bench, letting his head lean back, then sat back up and grumbled as his antlers scraped against the plexiglass behind him.
Popping open his briefcase, he looked over the photos he had gathered. One of his clients, a female feline, just five feet tall, dressed surprisingly conservatively while dancing in a local nightclub was pictured. A second photo showed someone bumping into her on the dance floor, almost knocking her down. The next showed the stranger rushing off, a syringe clutched in their hand. The final few images showed his client growing uncontrollably, shredding out of her clothing as she wrecked much of the dance floor and some of the overhead lighting rigs.
She had been arrested as being an unregistered size shifter and held in prison without bail as a possible threat to society. These photos should be enough to get her out of prison and home safely to her family. He snapped the case closed and was looking down the road towards the approaching bus when he felt a sharp pain on the back of his neck. Slapping at it, he felt something splatter into his fur. Making a face, he looked at his hand. The crushed remains of some kind of metallic looking insect and a bright green goop that almost seemed to glow covered the palm of his hand. He rubbed it between his hoof like fingertips before making a face. Tugging his handkerchief out of his jacket pocket, he wiped off his hands in disgust before stuffing the piece of cloth into his pants pocket.
The bus pulled up to the stop with a growling rumble and a hiss of air brakes. Gordy quickly hopped on the bus and made his way to an open seat. Fortunately there didn’t seem to be too many people on the bus so there were plenty of spots to choose from. Settling down, he heard the engine roar and felt the bus lurch forward, on its way once more.
After they’d been moving a few moments, the deer tugged at his tie, looking around. Just his luck, he thought, the air conditioning must be broken, as he felt a wave of heat crash over him. He let his tongue hang out briefly, drawing long slow breaths to try to cool himself, hoping that no one on the bus noticed. Within moments, he knew something was wrong. It was getting harder to draw a breath, like something was squeezing him tighter by the moment.
He groaned, resting his forehead in his hands as a wave of dizziness washed over him. When he lifted his head at last, he froze in fear. He felt his antlers scrape against the ceiling, then start pushing against it with more force! He looked down at his hands to see the sleeves of his suit jacket had pulled halfway up his forearms and were still slowly retreating. A sudden gasp of shock sent several buttons from his shirt scattering across the floor with a clatter as his fluffy chest swelled into view.
Gordy winced in pain as the fingers gripping the handle of his briefcase lengthened and swelled, pinched by the sturdy plastic and metal. There was a loud snap as the handle broke and he grabbed for the falling briefcase. There was a loud tearing noise as his jacket and shirt split down his broadening back. He tried to stand, but his head was forced down as his upper back pressed against the cool metal of the bus’ ceiling.
“Stop the bus! I need to get off, it’s an emergency!”
Shaking his head, the bus driver didn’t even look into the mirror, “Ah, siddown and shaddap, we’re almost to the next stop!”
His clothing was rapidly shredding apart as he moved into the center aisle. He was forced to bend at the waist more and more as his growth seemed to accelerate. His clothing was shredding apart at the seams as he clutched the increasingly smaller briefcase to his side!
Soon, the entire bus started to rock and sink down on its suspension. The growing deer was forced down onto all fours as the usually oblivious riders were suddenly snapped back to reality. Some of them screamed, hitting the emergency brake buttons as they scrambled, some of them climbing over the seats.
The driver shouted out, “Oh shit! Yer a macro!” Then he smashed the window by his seat and dove out.
The seats began to snap off of their bolts, being crushed against the walls of the bus as Gordy was forced onto his stomach. His antlers pierced through the front windshield and his head forced its way out into the open. He wrapped his hand tightly around his briefcase, desperate to hang onto it as his hooves punched through the emergency door at the rear. He gasped for breath, feeling the walls literally closing in around him, positive his growing body was going to be crushed to death in this metal tube.
Almost out of breath, he heard the sound of creaking, warping metal as the windows in the bus shattered, popping one by one as his fur bulged out into the new openings. His legs and neck continued to lengthen out through the ends as the bus itself bulged outwards. He struggled and gasped, tears running down his cheeks, he couldn’t breathe at all when there was a sudden metallic shriek. The body of the bus ripped open over his growing body letting the deer draw in a lungful of precious air. Gordy thought the taste of city smog was never so sweet!
He struggled a bit, forcing his way out of the wreckage As he stood up to his new ninety-foot height, he stretched and let out a low moan, smoothing down his fur before he heard the sound of pictures being snapped on phones all around him. He let out a shout and bent down, ripping a chunk of metal from the ruined bus and using it to keep himself as modest as possible.
Opening the palm of his right hand, he saw the tiny briefcase and nodded to himself. He still had work to do. Clutching it tightly in his right hand and trying to keep himself decent with the other, the newly minted macro took one step, then another. His normally rather dainty hooves were smashing manhole cover sized potholes into the street. Shaking his head with a look of determination on his face, he kept heading down the road towards the courthouse. His client still needed him, after all!
Category Story / Macro / Micro
Species Deer
Size 120 x 116px
File Size 59 kB
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