Class Pet: Chapter 9

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

Claire confronts her bullies with the support of her butt-stowed boy toy.

 Claire smoothed down her plaid skirt, the fabric flowing against her thick thighs. Her wide hips slightly sashayed as she adjusted herself and settled into the oddly titillating feeling of having a miniature man trapped inside the back of her panties, wriggling within her plump butt crack. She could feel the shrunken boy's little limbs grapple and press against her jiggly buns. The schoolgirl gently tugged up the back of her panties, ensuring the little guy would stay in his place. It was the perfect fit, almost like the downward curve of her tush was perfectly shaped for the sole purpose of fitting her shrunken classmate so snugly. The petite boy's weak struggles tickled her skin. Claire could feel the heat growing between her thighs. Her boy toys delicate movements were stirring up feelings within her body. She slowly reached into the steamy abyss under the front of her skirt. She hunched over and closed her eyes as her fingers tenderly rubbed at the front of her panties, a small wet spot forming on the cotton-white fabric.

 A harsh knock on the stall room door stunned Claire out of her fleeting moment of sexual bliss. Those jealous brats just wouldn't quit! She could already hear their cruel, teasing voices on the other side of the door. But the overweight schoolgirl, who was deeply familiar with the many forms of bullying that occurred among her peers, knew she couldn't stay hidden inside the bathroom stall all day long. The girls waiting outside would only view it as a weakness to be preyed upon. She gave the back of her panties one last little tug, clinching the security of her tiny passenger. She settled her skirt and took a deep breath, preparing for the inevitable confrontation.

 The latch clicked and the door slowly creaked open. Claire stepped out to bravely meet her protestors. She had always been an outgoing girl, but she had never felt so brave in the face of conflict. Perhaps, the immense power she felt when handling and carrying her cute little classmate had boosted her confidence. She stood in the doorway with her arms crossed.

 A small group of three stood expectantly: Chelsea, the head cheerleader herself, and two of her not-as-bright blonde followers, all wearing matching cheer skirts.

 "Sheesh! You guys couldn't have waited until I was finished in there?" Claire questioned nonchalantly, attempting to play it cool.

 Chelsea rolled her blue eyes and placed her hands on her hips. Then, she shot Claire a knowing glare.

 "I know you stole Ms. Stone's tiny twerp. Now, hand over the little runt," The proud cheerleader demanded cockily. "I want to give him to my sister as a late birthday gift. He was kinda cute when he was regular size, and now, he will make an adorbs mini pet."

 Claire boldly stood akimbo, her heated hormones mixed with anger.

 "Come take him then," She growled with a grumbled tone of motherly protection.

 The room was tense with silence for a moment. Then, Claire broke that silence by breaking her wind. The sound of her flatulence echoed around the bathroom tiles and blasted the unlucky little passenger tucked away within her posterior and preview to the bulk of the burst. The echoing sound was cut off by the uproarious laughter of giggling cheerleaders.

 Claire's cute chubby cheeks turned red with embarrassment, but she remained in her brave defensive position. A few more choice words were shouted back and forth before the room broke into chaos and hair-pulling.

 Down, in almost a completely different world on his own, was Adam, tucked snugly in the twin embrace of the behemoth schoolgirl's mountainous booty. Her thin cotton panties held him in place, the soft weight of her ginormous plump cheeks nearly smothering the life out of him. When the thunderous trumpet of her fart sounded, the mushy world of marshmallows vibrated around the poor smothered boy. The gaseous smell of a digested school lunch caused the miniature student to teeter on unconsciousness. And of course, there was the continuously growing heat. Adam didn't know if the increasing warmth was caused by the fart, the thirsty giantess' growing hormones, or the sudden movement of the thunderous thighs below. Likely, it was all three combined into one monster. At least the cotton fabric of Claire's wide-sized panties was thin and breathable. And his manhood was given a much-needed break from contact with his gigantic captress' streamy and fleshy embrace, even if the soft cotton held his still recovering erection at a slightly awkward angle.

 The tiny boy felt a heavy wobble in the fleshy confines, and he could hear the muffled sound of a large commotion in the giant world outside. The ginormous schoolgirl's two pillowy globes swallow up his weakly struggling body deep into darkness. He strained and pushed his face through the heated sandwich of butt cheeks, desperate for a thin inhale of fetid air; what little amount his twin oppressors would allow. Every inch of his helpless, naked body was surrounded and compressed by the warm and steamy skin of the chubby giantess. His poor overstimulated erection was softly sandwiched between the gigantic schoolgirl's rhythmically flexing glutes. Adam groaned a weak exhale in the tight, muggy space. He could feel his swollen balls bubbling for release. But he was trapped, and his senses were overwhelmed by his classmate's massive body. A cloud of bodily odor and lingering flatulence mixed together with the behemoth schoolgirl's pheromones. Then, it filled the miniature boy's lungs, which were desperate for any amount of air. The feeling of lightheadedness lowered his inhibition. His hips instinctually humped within the jiggly sandwich of gigantic butt cheeks. His swollen member violently erupted within the deep darkness while the rest of his body writhed weakly, drowsy from being smothered inside the softly oppressive booty.

 Adam rested his head against the pillowy cheeks as he stared up at the thin sliver of light that shone into the giantess' butt crack. He drooled sleepily, wetting the cozy body around him as well as his own face and chest. The post-orgasmic exhaustion combined with the lack of clean oxygen nearly caused him to fall asleep, swaddled in the gently rocking mounds of fatty flesh.

 Claire's giant body paused its swaying movement. There was some muffled speaking. Then, there was the deep vibration of Claire's reply. The large body around him adjusted, and there was the jiggly movement of her panties being tugged and pulled outward away from her body, freeing some of the fabric's tension on her cheeks.

 The butt-sandwiched boy looked up into the small amount of light he could see. Through the tight space of chubby cheeks and stretched panties, he witnessed the gigantic face of Ms. Stone peering in at him, their eyes meeting at that moment. Her thin and sharp features were like that of a pure angel, who had come to save him from his smelly prison, her soft brown eyes seemingly smiling down at him.