Class Pet: Chapter 25

WARNING: Sexually explicit content intended for adults. All characters are fictional and written to be 18 years or older. Situations and scenes are fictional, and consent is implied.

It is time for Adam's medical check-up, but will he hold still and behave for the giant school nurse?

Ms. Penny inspected her puny patient, probing at his pink and pale parts. She propped up his posterior, poking fun at how portable he was trapped against her pinkie finger, which was clad in a blue disposable glove; prepared for the examination of the hunky yet cutesy little man. The busty nurse blew aside a few stray bangs of her light-brunette hair, observing one of the silver-grey strands that almost blended in. She squished the squirmy little mouse of a schoolboy between her fingertips, raising him closer to where her bluish-green eyes could observe his delicate details. He was ever so adorable after all. And the generous nurse had promised her coworker that she would look after the little guy.

Ms. Penny didn't understand why Ms. Stone was even bothering with the puny thing. Sure, the wriggling little creature between her fingers was cute, and yes, he technically had been a human man at one point. But what kind of a life could the little lad expect to lead, now that he was the size of the average person's thumb? The adorable little teacher's pet would not last long at his tiny and vulnerable size. Ms. Penny wondered if it was even worth it to try to care for a creature so pathetically puny. Maybe, it would be more humane to put him out of his misery, so he didn't have to endure such a pitiful existence. She gently tested his durability between her gloved fingertips. She could gift that mercy to him so easily, as easy as the snap of her fingers.

Perhaps, Ms. Penny was only pessimistic about the future of her puny patient because of all the poor injured Tinies she had seen in the past. She toyed with the tiny boy in her hands as she pondered this thought. Her fingers wrapped around the little specimen, feeling his tight little torso struggling against her digits. His masculine muscles were so miniature and weak like he was a trapped little bug. She knew that she could easily end the poor guy's miserable existence; like popping a zit.

Ms. Penny knew from handling Tinies before, that they were more durable than they looked. She theorized that it had something to do with all their molecules shrinking down and condensing, becoming more durable. Their durability was the only reason Tinies were even able to survive the giant elements at all. But tiny victims were far from invincible. Ms. Penny sighed to herself as she watched the miniature young man struggle vainly against her overpowering hands, his little limbs pushing and pulling at the thin blue material of her medical nurse's gloves. Maybe- what was his name? Adam? Maybe, Adam would secretly prefer that her powerful hands make him into a little red mess smeared on her blue medical gloves. That would probably be the outcome of the least suffering.

Ms. Penny shook her head solemnly. Even if the little bug boy begged to be squished between her goddess-like fingers, then she would not give him the relief. She had made a promise to Ms. Stone, her friend, and she intended to keep her word. Plus, the squirmy little creature was pretty adorable even if he looked a bit scrawny and twink-like because of his pixie size. Maybe, some girls would go for a teensy pet boy toy, a cute little fairy to fidget and amuse oneself with, but not Ms. Penny. The mature school nurse didn't see the appeal. How could someone so skinny and delicate provide anyone with any amount of pleasure? Ms. Penny thought about how it might feel to pull open the front of her nurse's scrubs and tuck the little thing inside her panties, right up against her superior womanhood. Maybe, it would be a little bit pleasurable to feel him squirm around in there. He would rub and scratch like his little life depended on it, because it would. His health and state of consciousness would depend solely on how quickly and effectively he could pleasure her giant body. That actually did sound a bit exciting.

Ms. Penny bit her lower lip, which was thin and light pink contrasting softly with her fair skin. She observed the small creature squirming like a trapped specimen between her gloved digits. A being so frail and pathetically puny would likely die inside her before giving her any REAL pleasure. For a moment, she observed his bug-sized limbs which weakly protested. Her eyes briefly scrutinized the puny little thing dangling between the creature's legs. Ms. Penny wasn't sure if the little thing could still be medically considered a cock. Such a miniature nub of a member wasn't even bigger than her clitoris. It was honestly sad to see something that had once been so powerful and alluring, a sign of masculine strength, now hardly a match against the very tip of a matchstick.

"A pet or boy toy shouldn't be allowed to show off his useless body to everyone like this," Ms. Penny thought inside of her head. "If you were my Tiny then you wouldn't be allowed to keep such a useless little tool. You certainly wouldn't be allowed to waltz around showing it off."

The mature school nurse delicately squished the boy's miniature manhood under her gloved pinkie. His vulnerable body flinched under her giant violating touch. Already, she could feel him twitch and swell under her delicate fingertip. Ms. Penny rolled her eyes and held the miniature man a bit more firmly.

"Men are such simple creatures. It is fitting that they are all becoming just like mice, cute and simple," Ms. Penny observed casually, her remark causing the creature in hand to glare up at her with his pretty grey eyes and adorable boyish features. "Lucky for you, Ms. Stone asked me to look after you and give you a little check-up to see if you are still healthy. I don't know why she was so worried about someone like you or why she even cares. Maybe, she just keeps you around as her pocket-sized eye candy. That is about the only use I can see for you. It's not like you can do much with that measly little worm you call a penis. You are just so helpless and submissive. Maybe, my good friend, Ms. Stone, has become addicted to dominating you, the feeling of power and control she gets from simply holding you. You are one of her students, after all, a source of stress and annoyance in her life. I wouldn't blame her for taking some of the frustrations caused by her obnoxious students out on you. And perhaps that is your worth. Maybe you, someone so uselessly tiny, can find your purpose in entertaining Stone and relieving her stress. And I suppose, if you can help my friend in this small way, then I can be more lenient with you, even if you are only a little man rodent. Now, quit squirming so much. I need to get a better look at you. And I don't want you to hurt yourself by attempting to fight against me."

Ms. Penny used her fingers to pin Adam's struggling arms to his sides. She held him like that, forcing him to submit and sit on her gloved palm like a good doll boy.

"I said, hold still! We can do this the easy way or the hard way," The stern school nurse warned her puny patient. You don't have to like me or enjoy my company. But understand this: I could make your medical visit pleasant, or I could make it a living hell. If you don't want to behave and listen to me then there will be consequences. And if you want to wriggle like a worm, trying to escape from me when I am only trying to help, then maybe instead of helping, I will treat you as the worthless little worm you act. Consider your choices carefully, little boy. I warned you once. Next, I will start thinking of ways to punish you."

The miniature schoolboy, Adam, paused his annoying and useless squirming. He glared up at his giant carrier with a flustered pout, yet he ceased his rebellious struggles and kicks. Ms. Penny smirked. It seemed the boy was still smart even with his brain reduced in size. Charming boyish looks and a bit of smarts? No wonder, Ms. Stone kept this little cutie around.

Ms. Penny laid Adam's doll-like body on her gloved palm. The helpless schoolboy was very much "doll-like," and that's exactly how she treated him, manipulating his helpless shrunken form as she scrutinized every one of his centimeters. The medical examination was thorough. Ms. Penny scanned and felt his every shape with her giant gloved hands. Her patient was so small that it was difficult for her to see his delicate details. So, she held him up close to her bluish-green eyes. At least, now, he was cooperating and wasn't flailing around and freaking out like he was. She rolled him over on the rubbery surface of her palm, toying with his limbs and testing his joints. A soft smirk pulled at her thin pink lips. This was more like playing with a pretty porcelain doll than handling a bothersome check-up. It was strange but the process did make her feel young again. Some hidden part of Ms. Penny secretly admitted that it was titillating to hold a sexy young man in her all-powerful hands, but she would never admit it, especially not to the puny pest in hand. Ms. Penny felt her soft flopped nipples harden slightly against the cotton fabric of her lacey bra. Maybe this was the reason Ms. Stone kept this pest of a man around despite his useless size; because playing with his useless but toy-like body made her feel like she was a young girl again, playing with a pretty doll and crushing over a cute boy. Ms. Penny longed to feel young again, even with a man who possessed the same physical worth as a mouse.

Ms. Penny's morning had certainly taken an unforeseen turn. Maybe her workday would consist of more than just small injuries and annoying tiny teens squirming to escape her giant helping hands. And maybe, the favor she had promised to one of her favorite coworkers was a favor to be savored instead of another dreary task to add to her list.

Ever since the Shrinking Virus rolled in a few months ago, every part of Ms. Penny's workplace environment had become pure chaos. Even in the short time she had spent performing as a school nurse amidst the strange and devastating pandemic, she had changed as a person. Originally, the Shrinking Virus had only seemed like an odd rumor spreading around town and in the school. People who saw the news reports didn't believe them. And then, the first student shrunk. Ms. Penny was certainly astonished at that encounter, but she had been helpful and understanding with her shrunken patient. The nurse didn't know it then, but the medical assistance she had given during that first shrinking wave had gone relatively successful given the circumstances. A few days after that, the first real accident happened. It was horrible. Or at least, it was horrible for the students involved who witnessed it happen. The physical evidence could've been wiped away with one of Ms. Penny's medical wipes.

At first, Ms. Penny sympathized with and cared for the shrunken students and teachers. One day she even had a couple of tiny parents who needed her help. But day in and day out seeing all the gruesome accidents caused by everyday situations and casual actions, it took its toll on her. It desensitized her. The experience changed how she viewed people who weren't at least bigger than her pinkie finger. As a nurse in the health field, sworn to the safety of her patients, Ms. Penny had never intentionally hurt a tiny victim. Of course, there had been an accident or two. Accidents caused by normal-sized people was the number one cause of death among shrunken victims. Ms. Penny had a minor accident with a shrunken student who she discovered wandering the school hall, tiny, vulnerable, and without a string of clothing. That boy had only been Ms. Penny's second experience handling a Diminished. And the little pest wouldn't stop squirming and wriggling around. She hated it when they tried to wiggle away like that. Luckily, the miniature young man walked away with only a few bruises. Ms. Penny was always a bit more careful after that, although, not necessarily more sympathetic. There had been a few who had been a real handful. Thankfully, dealing with teens throwing a hissy fit becomes far easier when they are small enough to fit in your pocket. Once, the mature nurse had tucked an especially bratty boy away in one of her clean, sterilized jars, with the lid off, of course. The trip in the jar, and then, inside one of Ms. Penny's medical cabinets had been a time-out for the naughty schoolboy. He was vulnerable and in need of her help. So, he should've known better than to fight against her and bite her finger. The time-out inside the jar had certainly changed the boy's attitude. But that had happened within the first few days after the initial spread of the virus, and that was months ago. And Ms. Penny had been hardened by many tiny tragedies since then. The school nurse pondered on these experiences as her attention slowly turned back to the miniature schoolboy, who was pinned down with her pinkie finger resting on his crotch as he lay on her gloved palm and peeped up at her with those beautiful grey eyes.