Class Pet: Chapter 14

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

 Ms. Stone introduces Adam to her next class period. And the unfamiliar schoolgirls are very eager to learn about Shrinkers and how to properly handle them.

 Adam whined with annoyance as Ms. Stone's giant yet slenderly formed hand carried him away from her comforting bosom and deposited him atop her teaching desk, his bare feet stumbling on the smooth wooden surface. He hesitantly turned around to face the classroom of colossal schoolgirls, his nude little body put on full display. Some of the faces he recognized from his other classes, some from passing them in the halls. Others were a bit unfamiliar. Even a few foreign exchange students were mixed in with the seated crowd. And all of their intimidating attention was solely focused on his miniature form standing nude on Ms. Stone's desk. Most eyes were wide with surprise. Some looked embarrassed. Others blushed with flirty arousal, biting their lips as they fawned over their cute miniature classmate.

 Adam trembled at the overwhelming feeling of so many giantesses staring down at his vulnerable and exposed body. He hated how Ms. Stone flaunted him around like this. But it seemed his teacher and colossal caretaker felt he needed to be introduced. After all, he had become her tiny charge, her pet student so to speak. And now, it was a new class period with a new group of terrifyingly large schoolgirls. And no doubt, there would be a new series of humiliating experiences for him to endure. The miniature schoolboy cupped his hands over his nudity and looked up at Ms. Stone pleadingly, silently begging her to save him from this embarrassment. The tall looming teacher smiled down at him softly. Then, she turned to address the class.

 "Thank you for returning to your seats, girls. Some of you may recognize Adam," Ms. Stone introduced, gesturing to the miniature schoolboy atop her desk. "And I am sure you are all aware of the disease plaguing our men and even a few of our women. Adam will be a part of our class for the next few days. So, I expect you all to make him feel warm and welcome."

 The class of schoolgirls listened with intrigue, their eyes flashing between Ms. Stone and the cute miniature schoolboy on her desk. One of the girls raised her hand, stretching it into the air eagerly, her eyes wide with curiosity.

 "Yes, Ms. Wright?" Ms. Stone calmly addressed the curious girl. "You have a question?"

 The schoolgirl cleared her throat before speaking, "Are we allowed to hold him?"

 Adam felt his heart drop at the excitable girl's suggestion. After his last experience in the clutches of a handsy classmate, he was in no hurry to go through that experience again. There was no way Ms. Stone would allow it after what happened last time. That was what he hoped as he glanced up at his teacher, his eyes flowing up her curved body towering above.

 Ms. Stone tapped her elegantly shaped chin and pondered the girl's question. Her newly formed protective inclination toward her tiny student told her, “No, that would be far too dangerous.” She knew how clumsy and immature her students could be. They had much to learn before they were ready to assume their roles as the dominant sex in the ever-changing social climate. But, perhaps giving the girls some hands-on experience in handling a Tiny was exactly what they needed. They needed to learn somehow. She would have to keep a close eye on Adam this time. She didn't want him running off with one of his size-mismatched classmates again.

 "Very well," Ms. Stone conceded. "It is about time you girls learn how to handle a Shrinker. They are becoming commonplace in our world today. So, you all should know what you are doing."

 Adam felt a rise of panic swell up inside him as Ms. Stone's giant hand reached for him, casting a shadow across his defenseless form. He stumbled backward attempting to avoid her incoming grasp. But his reflexes were far too slow as her powerful digits wrapped around and lifted him. He couldn't believe she would hand him off again, after what happened last time. He felt betrayed. He beat his puny fists against the thumb that curled around his torso. The gigantic teacher lifted him up to her ominous face and gave him a stern expression.

 "No squirming," Ms. Stone whispered harshly. "I need you to be a good tiny boy. If you squirm like that you might hurt yourself."

 She walked toward one of the front student desks, her high heels clacking on the tile floor as her tiny student squirmed and panicked in her palm.

 "See how I am softly supporting his body?" She explained. "I want you all to do the same."

 The teacher held out her clasped hands, displaying the pouting boy to the interested schoolgirls.

 "Now, girls, I need you all to be gentle with our little guest. He is very small and fragile," Ms. Stone explained as if instructing the class on how to handle an exotic animal she had brought in for show-and-tell. "Only use one finger to pet him. He will start here at the front with Ms. Wright. Take your turn with him and feel how light and delicate he is. When you are done, pass him on to the next girl. I will also be handing out today's worksheet. I expect you to work on it while you wait for your turn. Anything you don't get done will be homework."

 With that, Ms. Stone lowered Adam into the first girl's awaiting hands. Adam cringed and curled up as his naked skin made contact with the unfamiliar girl. The giant schoolgirl cupped her palms and brought him close, her warm exhales fluttering over his naked skin. Her slightly clammy fingers began to grope every inch of his little body.

 "He's so warm," The girl whispered under her breath. "And his skin is so soft."

 Her fingers delicately stroked along his thighs, feeling up his little muscular ass. The tiny creature made cute little squeaking sounds as he squirmed and struggled in her hand. His panicked movements toward escape only caused the girl's fingers to squeeze around his nude body more firmly. Adam whimpered and went still and rigid in her grasp. He attempted to turn to Ms. Stone for help, but she was busy handing out papers. He pleadingly looked up into the massive face of the schoolgirl. Her features were uncomfortably close and appeared distorted as if through a magnifying glass from his shrunken perspective.

 "You know," The young dominant girl purred breathily. "You are actually kinda cute."

 Adam moaned and squirmed in every direction as the colossal schoolgirl's warm and slightly clammy hands held and groped every inch of his defenseless nude body. Her fleshy palm firmly cupped his backside as her fingers explored his every nook and cranny, all the while he was held uncomfortably close to her massive blushed face, her warm breaths labored from arousal at his expense.

 "P-please not so rough," Adam pleaded with the curious giantess. "You are hurting me."

 The schoolgirl's eyes widened in amazement and her fingertip caressed his little face, her rough skin slowly touching his sensitive lips.

 "Your voice is so tiny and cute now," She observed under a whispered breath, completely ignoring his protests. "This is incredible. I want to get a shrunken boy for myself."

 Her fingers flexed around him, causing him to squeak and squirm, and forcing his backside to sink deeper into her palm. The tiny schoolboy blushed and glared up at her, visibly annoyed at her rough treatment and how she perceived him as a cute toy to be owned.

 "And your grey eyes are so striking," She mused, gently squishing his cheeks between her thumb and forefinger. "You are like a beautifully crafted doll."

 Adam whined as her rough fingers continued exploring his exposed body. He groaned in humiliation as the young giantess' fleshy digits engulfed him completely, causing the sickening feeling of unwanted arousal to swell up within his being. He turned his head every which way, desperately attempting to catch the eyes of one of the other colossal schoolgirls who might take pity on him. But the other girls merely sat at their desks, pretending to write on their worksheets as they stared at him with fascination. Some looked more fascinated by him than others, a disconcerting hunger in their eyes. Even Ms. Stone, his supposed savior, and protector, solely leaned her curved bum on her desk and quietly supervised her two size-mismatched students as they interacted. It was difficult for Adam to see his teacher's face past the burly fingers busying about his body, but he could've sworn the woman bit her lip with a look of desire in her eyes.

 Adam gasped throatily as his classmate's thick yet delicately shaped finger slowly ran along his bare chest. The digit moved lower and lower, stroking his abdomen. The girl's large eyes dilated, wandering his exposed body with curiosity and barely concealed arousal. Suddenly, her fingertip firmly tapped at his most sensitive area, causing his body to jolt with pain and surprise. The girl blushed and her eyes widened further.

 "Sorry," She expressed some genuine sympathy for the first time. "Boys are super sensitive here, aren't they?"

 As she said this, her finger caressed his thumbtack-sized manhood unbridledly, the ridges in her fingertip tenderly rubbing the underside of his balls. The doll boy arched his back and squeaked cute little sounds of pleasure. The schoolgirl's face flushed and her eyes dilated further. Her fingers slightly trembled and her nipples became visibly erect through her blouse, the feeling of power and control fueling the growing warmth in her soft cotton panties. She was sexually dominating her tiny classmate with just the slightest of movements. Her fingertip slowly rubbed at the boy's eraser-sized rod. She wondered how far she could take this before Ms. Stone intervened.

 Suddenly there was a tap on her shoulder. She quickly turned, the embarrassed arousal plastered all over her face. The girl in the seat next to her watched impatiently.

 "It is my turn, now," She complained in a bratty tone. "You have been holding him for ten minutes already."

 "Oh! Yes, of course," The girl answered, tripping over her words with a flustered expression.

 She hesitantly held out the squirming boy toy. The other girl reached out and gently cupped her hands under the miniature man's kicking legs.

 Adam felt like he was a shrunken man whore, being passed around from giant schoolgirl to giant schoolgirl, helpless against their probing and groping fingers. And Ms. Stone seemed like his pimp, always looming overhead and facilitating each interaction. The miniature boy lost track of how many girls had held and felt him up after the fifth or sixth. Some hands were sweatier than others. Some hands squeezed him harshly, unaware of their own strength. Others were gentle, handling him like a delicate porcelain doll. Skin texture varied from girl to girl as well. Some hands were callous from playing basketball or in other school sporting events. And others had soft and smooth skin, sheltered from manual labor. Every girl was at least somewhat fascinated by his thumbtack-sized manhood, poking and toying with it until it was red and swollen, leaking uncontrollably. He had hardly made it to the second row of desks before he released his building orgasm in the hands of a foreign exchange student from Japan. The schoolgirl squealed with surprise and wrapped her hands more firmly around the writhing little body in her grasp. She giggled with shy mischief as his toy dick pulsed rapidly and spurted its essence onto her finger, her peach blossom eyes watching with delight as she cooed over the "cute American boy."

 The colossal schoolgirls were able to milk two more orgasms out of him after that, their combined efforts pushing him to the brink of sexual exhaustion. Each time, his miniature hands would reach down in a vain attempt to block his bodily reaction. But he couldn't prevent his orgasm from gushing between his fingers or hide it from the monstrous schoolgirls who held and manipulated his body.

 By the time the final bell sounded, Adam lay weak and gasping on the far back desk. The evidence of his sexual releases coated his lower body, and sweat from the many manhandling hands glossed his naked skin. He looked up blearily. Ms. Stone's massive face smiled down at him warmly. Her manicured finger reached down to pet his panting form comfortingly.

 "Good boy," She whispered in a hushed tone.