Class Pet: Chapter 16

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

 It is always awkward to see your teacher outside of school.

 Adam blinked awake and looked around in confusion. Why was he naked? Why did his hair feel slightly damp and smell of women's shampoo? And where was he? He didn't recognize his surroundings at all. In fact, his surroundings looked completely surreal and otherworldly. Rolling hills of soft pillowy fabric stretched all around him. The sky was without any clouds or sun, and it appeared strangely flat, almost like it was made of something solid. In the far distance, he spotted a building, but the design was strange with many wide doors along its side. And there was something odd and fabric-like hanging on one of the doors. It almost looked like a crashed parachute had smashed into the side of the building and was dangling in the wind as parts of it clung to the surface. He leaned closer, trying to discern what he was looking at. His eyes blinked in recognition. That wasn't a parachute at all. It appeared to be a woman's bra, only it was absolutely gigantic as it dangled on the side of the uncanny building, which he now realized was a large oak dresser.

 Suddenly, the memories came flooding back into his mind in rapid succession. He had shrunk right out of his clothes in front of all his female peers. His colossal classmates had teased and toyed with him, having their way with his defenseless little body all for their own curiosity and sick amusement. He remembered how the chubby girl had even tried to smuggle him away in the back of her panties. He shivered and cringed inwardly at the memory of those fat marshmallowy cheeks. And Ms. Stone, his teacher and supposed caretaker, had flaunted him around, showing off his nude little body to her fellow colleagues, and using him as a teaching prop for her twisted lessons. Adam fell to his knees and clutched the fabric underneath him tightly in his fists, anguished at his new reality. It all seemed like a strange and distant nightmare. One that would fade away as his brain became more awake. But looking at the vast bed he lay on and the room that spanned around him like a strange landscape, he knew it was all real.

 Adam began to wonder where exactly he was. He didn't recognize the large bedroom, but it likely belonged to his new caretaker, Ms. Stone. It was an atypical and awkward feeling to be inside his teacher's home, doubly so since he was naked on her bed at only a few inches tall. The room was as clean and well-kept as the woman herself, apart from the bra that hung lazily out of her dresser. The garment appeared curiously out of place in the tidy room. Adam blushed at the size of the bra cups. He could only imagine how large Ms. Stone's ample bust had to be to fill in the space, and how massive her breasts would appear to him at his current height.

 He shook the thought from his mind and continued to anxiously peer around the room. A small stack of papers sat neatly on the bedside table. Peering a little closer, Adam realized it was last week's test. He wondered how he had scored, not like it mattered now that he was the size of a mouse. The bedsheets underneath smelled like they were freshly washed. But being so close to the expansive fabric at his miniature size, Adam could detect a faint whiff of Ms. Stone's body odor and flowery scent. Her giant beautiful body had likely lay countless times right where he sat. He wondered if his teacher wore pajamas or if she slept in the nude, just like how he was now. An aroused thrill flowed through him at the thought. He slapped himself in the face. He needed to get ahold of himself. It didn't matter how many times he had visually undressed her in class. Ms. Stone was his teacher, and she was likely twice his age. Not to mention the way she treated him, now that he was small. She was more like an uncaring and monstrous goddess, not a secret crush to be desired.

 Adam peered off the side of the bed to the carpeted floor below. He contemplated climbing down and trying to escape. But where would he go? If he managed to sneak past Ms. Stone without being spotted or stepped on then a whole world of dangers awaited him outside. A bird could swoop down and snatch him up. Or an unknown passerby could squish him like a bug without even realizing he was there. Perhaps someone even more demented than Ms. Stone would spot him and abduct him to do unspeakable things with his vulnerable little body. Adam trembled at the thought. He knew he couldn't risk it out there. But he didn't want to stay here with his teacher, not after she had let her students pass his minute naked body around like a pet to be used for some twisted learning experience.

 Suddenly, a deep echoing boom interrupted Adam's inner turmoil. The low boom seemed to vibrate the bed under his feet and rear. Then, there was another, closer this time. And another, the strange sounds were coming from the bedroom door. His titanic teacher was returning. Adam felt a surge of panic. He instinctively looked for a place to hide, but there was only a vast plain of soft fabric. Perhaps he could crawl underneath the large blanket. There was the sound of the doorknob turning. He didn't have time. His monstrously massive math teacher would be upon him in a matter of seconds. He did the only thing he could think to do. He lay down limply and squeezed his eyes shut, pretending to still be asleep.

 Adam could hear the bedroom door swing fully open, and he could feel Ms. Stone's looming presence standing in the doorway. There were the thudding vibrations of her footfalls as she approached closer and closer, until he could feel her shadow looming directly over him. The boy stifled his trembles, attempting to remain deathly still. He resisted the urge to peek, squeezing his eyelids shut. Suddenly, something large and fleshy gently pressed against his chest. From the delicate ridges in the surface, Adam knew it had to be Ms. Stone's giant finger. Her skin was soft and slightly dampened by warm moisture as it teased his bare chest and sensitive nipples. From the soapy and fruity smell emanating from her unseen presence, it was apparent that she had just gotten out of the shower. The feeling of her giant touch sent a shiver up his spine, but he strained to keep still, fearfully desperate to keep up his sleeping act. Finally, her giant finger withdrew.

 "Still breathing," Ms. Stone murmured to herself. "I thought you would've been awake by now."

 There was the creak of the floorboards as her looming presence slowly retreated. Adam could hear her move to the other side of the room. His lack of vision was driving him crazy. He couldn't resist the urge to look any longer. He slowly opened his eyes and glanced over at Ms. Stone, moving his head ever so slightly. Ms. Stone's towering form stood facing away from him. Her brunette hair was wet from her recent shower. And the woman wore nothing more than a white towel wrapped around her body. Adam's jaw dropped. He never expected he would see his math teacher like this. Many of his male classmates would kill to be in his position. Ms. Stone was one of the youngest teachers at his school, being in her early thirties, and her white body appeared soft and beautifully curved with a firm and wide base. Adam leaned his head closer, his gaze following the giant woman's creamy thighs up to where the towel covered. He could just barely spy where her thighs formed into her rounded backside. Adam felt the familiar rise of arousal. It was amazing how quickly his teenage body recovered after everything he had been through.

 Ms. Stone's elbows pointed outward as she fiddled with the front of her towel. Then, the soft white cloth fell to the floor around her feet. Adam's eyes nearly bulged out of his head. He witnessed the back of Ms. Stone's giant naked body. Her skin was fair and pale with a few dark blemishes dotting her back. Her torso wasn't too thin, but it was beautifully curved. The slope of her body formed down to her base; the most striking of her features, at least from this angle. The twin hills of her butt cheeks appeared soft and plump, with an impressive thigh gap. At Adam's miniature size, he could make out every detail of the giantess' nude backside. Her cheeks gently jiggled as she leaned to one side. There was the faint forming of cellulite under each plump cheek. It was a normal feature for a woman her age, especially a woman who sat at a desk all day teaching teenagers. Adam wondered how many people knew Ms. Stone had a tiny birthmark on her left butt cheek. The boy drank in the hypnotic view of the woman's nude body, his eyes wandering up and down her statuesque form.

 Suddenly, Adam's heart dropped. Ms. Stone had turned her head to the side, and he could just barely make out the white of her eye. The boy quickly lay back down and squeezed his eyes shut, praying his titanic teacher hadn't caught him ogling her. Ms. Stone slowly turned her head back to face forward. A wicked grin stretched across her face.