Class Pet: Chapter 20

WARNING: Sexually explicit content intended for adults. All characters are fictional and written to be 18 years or older.

 Teacher's Pet

 Adam lay limply against his sexy math teacher's giant sweaty breast, panting and idly fidgeting in the afterglows of another humiliating orgasm. He looked at Ms. Stone's massive looming face, peeking up at her from within her bra. The post-orgasm clarity hit him like a bus, or more like a toy bus given his dinky size. Adam couldn't believe what he had just done. He had rubbed his little orgasming member against his math teacher's large erect nipple, all while she stood in her classroom and watched him with an amused expression, the expression one might have while watching a little animal doing something cute. It didn't help that Ms. Stone was the youngest and sexiest teacher in Local High, the object of desire for many shy schoolboys. That fact only made it harder for Adam's shrunken body, packed tightly with condensed teenage hormones, to resist. Why did he even attempt to resist any longer? Every moment he spent as a Tiny, his old normal life seemed to grow further and further away. In the past few days, he had experienced so many humiliating sexual encounters at the hands and bodies of colossal classmates and his strict titanic teacher. And each humiliating orgasm chiseled away more and more of his psyche. He didn't even feel like a real person anymore. His nude miniature body was just a toy for his sexy math teacher to manhandle and manipulate however she saw fit. During this last experience, he hadn't even tried to resist, the way he had curled up against her smothering breast with his little legs wrapped around her nipple and rubbed his heart and soul into her silky skin. He did all that just to put on a show for Ms. Stone as she watched him writhe around within her swaddling bra cup. He was just a novelty for the giant woman to tease and toy with.

 The poor schoolboy rested weakly on the jiggly surface of Ms. Stone's giant breast as he caught his breath. His eyes watched lazily as the gigantic teacher's manicured fingers reached into his small space. Her fingernails were painted red and large enough to pinch his little body in half if she so chose. Luckily for the tiny boy, Ms. Stone's fingers were elegant and delicate, and they had grown accustomed to handling his little body. Her thumb and forefinger clasped his upper torso in a gentle yet unyielding hold. The dexterous digits slowly dragged him up the slope of her bosom, his limp body leaving a small trail of sweat and his sexual liquids on her porcelain skin. Adam felt like a pitiful snail, glued to his colossal teacher's perky breast, stuck in place by his own bodily slime. Oh, how pathetic he must've looked. His lower body came unglued from the giantess' skin with a wet pop, and Ms. Stone's powerful hand pulled him out from under the canopy of her bra cup and into the fluorescent light of her empty classroom.

 The giant woman dangled him in the open air over her disheveled blouse, her manicured fingers adjusting slightly to get a more secure hold on his miniature arms. Adam shivered as his wet exposed form swayed helplessly from his gigantic teacher's fingertips. Being hung freely after spending several hours tucked inside Ms. Stone's cozy bosom smothered by her warm skin, it was an extreme contrast. Even after everything he had been through in the past two days, he had never felt so helplessly naked and vulnerable as he did at that moment. He forced his droopy head to look up and meet Ms. Stone's massive visage. Her large hazel eyes watched him with a mischievous fascination. Her delicate finger caressed his sexually spent body.

 "Looks like someone had a little too much fun on their ride to school," She teased playfully. "Just look at you all limp and exhausted. And it's not even noon!"

 Her manicured fingertip tenderly touched his sensitive member. Adam was so small now that his penis wasn't even as long as his teacher's fingernail. His flaccid looked so pathetic and teensy flopped atop his teacher's digit like a puny earthworm, his pink and purple skin lightly contrasting with the red surface of her smooth fingernail. His little appendage would likely fit in the small space under her fingernail if the woman desired to roll it underneath. Adam couldn't help himself from twitching at her touch, his blood flow still rhythmically pumping from his recent orgasm. Ms. Stone could do any demeaning thing she wanted with Adam and his little body. And nothing would happen to him without her permission and supervision. She was in control and Adam knew it. His giant teacher had shown her superior size and power through many lewd demonstrations and any rebellious spirit Adam might've had was near broken. He didn't understand how Ms. Stone could treat his vulnerable form, her miniature student so casually.

 Ms. Stone was likely the hottest teacher at Local High, but her demeanor and appearance were always strict and conservative. Adam never would have guessed that hiding underneath the unassuming woman's pure and youthful appearance was a sexual deviant. Maybe he was so small now that Ms. Stone didn't even see his sexual displays as sex at all. Maybe, she no longer saw him as an individual person with needs and sexual preferences. He was just a little doll boy, a strange novelty, something to distract her students with. And Adam realized it wasn't her fault for treating him like this. She was the normal one, teaching students and going about her regular day. He was small, ridiculously small. He was the naked little freak of a person, not her. Adam was trying to hold onto his old life, their old teacher-student relationship. But in his current reality, that relationship couldn't be further from the truth. Adam realized that at his puny size, he could hardly consider himself to be the same species as the woman who held him, much less maintain the illusion of a teacher-student relationship. So, perhaps the conservative math teacher's odd behavior was completely normal given the bizarre circumstance. It was hardly Ms. Stone's fault that her student's teenage hormones flared up every time a normal-sized person handled or touched him. He was a tiny little boy vulnerable in the grasp of a giant grown woman. Maybe, the drastically changed dynamic and sexual tension were only natural for a giantess her age and a miniature boy his. This realization didn't help Adam's self-confidence, but it did alleviate some of his inner turmoil as he slowly accepted his place, that is until he realized where Ms. Stone's controlling fingers were lowering him.

 Ms. Stone's steady hands were holding him above a small glass terrarium, one she had set on her classroom bookshelf. Below, spanned like a small playing field, lay a stack of old newspapers. Tall glass walls rose up on all four sides. Ms. Stone's firm fingertips, once so solid and stable, finally released him. Adam fell a short distance before his feet made contact with several layers of recycled paper as he stumbled to his hands and knees. It was too late. He was trapped within the cage. He had hardly realized it before it had happened. And if he had realized, the pupil-turned-puny pest wouldn't have been able to protest. Adam realized then at his lowest point that his proximal existence put a more literal meaning to the term teacher's pet. The little lad stumbled forward and banged his hands on the nearest glass wall, the one with his monstrously massive teacher's glass-distorted silhouette.

 "No, Ms. Stone! Please don't leave me in here," Adam wearily pleaded, his protests sweet squeaks to the giant woman's ears.

 The curved shadow of his teacher-turned-tyrant loomed overhead. Her massive visage lowered to his level, her brown eyes magnified through the glass, every detail of her sharply featured face visible from the perch that held him captive. A thin smile crept across the giant woman's plush lips.

 "The cage is for your safety, little man," Ms. Stone's teacherly tone explained, her breath fogging the glass between them. "You had a few close calls, yesterday, and I need to keep you under control."

 The tiny boy crossed his arms and glared at her through the glass. He couldn't believe her tone, treating him like a pet mouse or something. And was she blaming him for his compromised situation? The titanic teacher should know better than anyone how little control he possessed. Yet, there he was trapped in a display case in her classroom, his safety the only justification. He crowded his little limbs against the glass, instinctively seeking any slight form of shelter in the strange new location.

 "Awww," Ms. Stone cooed at the cute display of his agonizing embarrassment, the thin line under her eyelids softly wrinkling into a smile. "Just look at you all cozy and prepped for First Period!"

 Adam whined and huddled against the glass, looking up at her pleadingly.

 "Can you at least give me something to wear?" Adam's last squeaky plea echoed within the see-through chamber. "The girls, they don't understand personal boundaries. Please. I don't want them to see me like this."

 The diminished schoolboy's whines weakened at the realization that Ms. Stone's treatment wasn't so different from her students, his old classmates, the main difference being that Ms. Stone was slow and gentle with her giant molesting grasp. The girls his age weren't as experienced and considerate. Adam's whimpered protests slowly faded. But like a wish-granting goddess from above, Ms. Stone heard his pathetic plea for clothing. Her long elegant fingers reached down to retrieve him from his temporary dwelling. The gigantic teacher held him in her hand and lifted him out of the cage. She gently pinched his hips between her fingertips and turned him before sitting him down on her hand like she was handling a doll. Despite himself, Adam couldn't help from becoming relaxed on the warm and more familiar surface of her palm. The smiling visage of Ms. Stone's massive face took up his view. The giant woman slowly lifted a small Band-Aid in front of him. The pattern on it was pink with little hearts. Adam looked at the cutesy medical tape and then at Ms. Stone, a confused and questioning expression on his face.

 "I always carry one of these around just in case," Ms. Stone explained coyly. "Funny, right? When was the last time a high schooler wanted a Band-Aid for a scraped knee? You young people are too quick to grow up sometimes. Now, raise your little arms, and I will get you suited up."

 As she spoke, her dexterous digits manipulated Adam's miniature body into the desired position. Her other hand removed the paper from the pink Band-Aid, preparing to stick it to his skin. Before Adam had time to protest or even realize what was happening, the oversized Band-Aid was wrapped around his waist, the sticky tape adhering to his upper thighs and buttocks. The soft cottony part of the Band-Aid, the part meant to remedy a small wound, was packaged around his little manhood. Adam blushed profusely and squirmed, attempting to get comfortable and adjust to the awkward object wrapped around him. He didn't know which was more unbelievable; the fact that his private parts were small enough to be covered by a little girly Band-Aid, or the fact that Ms. Stone, his teacher, was doing this to him, treating his helpless nudity like a minor cut. The miniature boy gasped and went rigid as the giantess pulled him closer. Her plush lips kissed the pink patterned package covering his crotch, leaving a red lipstick stain on his embarrassing improvised underwear. Despite himself, Adam could feel his member harden slightly in the cottony confines. He squirmed with shame and awkward arousal as Ms. Stone's controlling hand slowly lowered him back onto the newspaper within the glass terrarium. Adam stood on the surface as he awkwardly pulled and adjusted the Band-Aid around his waist, attempting to peel the sticky tape from his skin. He timidly looked up at the towering form of Ms. Stone, silently pleading for something more appropriate to wear. The titanic teacher clasped her hands together and cooed at the adorable image of her lovely student wearing a cute little Band-Aid and familiarizing himself with his new cage.

 "You are just the cutest little student," Ms. Stone beamed, "I wish all my students were as cute and little as you."