Class Pet: Chapter 4

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

 Adam felt like he was in one of those dreams where he showed up to school having forgotten his pants. But the reality of his situation was far more embarrassing as he helplessly stood atop his math teacher's desk, naked and at a mere few inches tall. The booming ruckus of his classmate's girlish laughter, amused by the boy's normal, bodily reaction to having been groped by a giantess hand, rung in his ears. His face flushed bright red as his hands meekly covered his engorged member. He attempted to will down his unwanted excitement as he looked out at the sea of blushing and giggling faces. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Taylor, the dorky redhead partially responsible for his embarrassing situation; the way she had gripped him so roughly and uncaringly rubbed her giddy fingers between his legs for her own selfish curiosity. The girl seemed merry as ever, giggling as she adjusted her glasses to see his tiny form better and giving him a knowing look.

 Adam tried to cool off his embarrassing arousal as he held and covered his irritated genitals. This situation was like those dreaded moments when he would passively become erect while sitting in class (sometimes it just happened!) and the teacher would call on him to stand up and present an answer. But under the current circumstances, the humiliation factor was multiplied tenfold as he stood without a shred of clothing and at the size of a doll.

 The poor miniature boy looked up at Ms. Stone pleadingly. The teacher towered above him like a goddess adorned in a snugly fitted pencil skirt; her wide womanly hips and her breasts that now seemed like boulders. Her long brunette hair draped down behind her shoulders. The features on her looming face were sharp, matching her no-nonsense personality. But as her hazel eyes looked down at his helplessly exposed form, she couldn't hide a smile and the soft blush that formed on her cheeks.

 Adam felt like he had been teleported onto a different planet. The creature before him was far too large and intimidating to be his conserved math teacher. But by the way she looked down on him with that familiar prideful expression of hers, he knew that she was the same woman who had taught him the Quadratic Formula. The giantess was still his teacher; the responsible adult in the room, and his one hope of escaping this humiliating situation unscathed. He tucked his tail between his legs and looked up at her with a begging expression.

 The edges of Ms. Stone's lips softly curled into a slight smile as she looked down at her tiny defenseless student with amusement. His pathetic size alone made her want to mess with him and gave her the impulsive urge to squish him under her palm. The fact that he was naked and visibly aroused didn't help her mischievous compulsions. She wondered if the boy's erection was from fear or from being trapped in a room full of giant, beautiful women. The middle-aged lady had been around the block, and she knew that boys could sometimes become hard from fear or stress. But the less logical and more mischievous part of her brain wondered if there was more to the little erection that was desperately covered under little hands.

 Despite the devilish thoughts brewing around in her head, Ms. Stone didn't hate Adam by any means. He was actually one of her more well-mannered students. But at his shrunken size it was difficult for her to see him as her student anymore, or even as a normal human being for that matter. Because he wasn't a normal human being; he was puny. His toned masculine muscles were inconsequential now as he had the same physical ability as a small bug. If he wasn’t handsome and cute in his humanoid shape, then she would likely dispose of the little creature without thinking twice. But alas, the way he looked up at her with those adorable grey eyes like a lost puppy, she knew he was still human, at least partially. He was her student, her responsibility. And it was her duty as a teacher to guide the youth in this ever-changing society. She turned her head and looked out at her classroom, filled with immature girls who were still giggling obnoxiously at the misfortune of their male classmate.

 At that instant, Ms. Stone knew she was put there for a momentous reason. The world was changing. With the spread of the Shrinking Virus and the diminishing size of the majority of the male population, society was entering new territory. And these ditzy young women, who were noticeably immature for their age, were vastly unprepared for the responsibility of being the dominant sex. Ms. Stone knew she was obligated to teach them how to handle and properly care for the weaker gender. And it seemed as though Adam had been gifted to serve as the perfect prop in their lessons, with the added benefit of teaching the young man his new place in life.

 Ms. Stone slowly reached down toward her desk. Her manicured fingers wrapped around the tiny student's waist, encasing the lower half of his naked body in her gentle grasp. The boy squeaked and squirmed in surprise. The upper half of his body wriggled awkwardly as it stuck out the top of her fist, his little arms meekly pushing against her fingers. Despite his toned and masculine form, his body felt soft and warm against her skin. She could feel his every detail; his firm little ass, muscular legs, and, of course, the faint poke of his still-hardened manhood worming against her finger. The feeling sent a shiver of goose pimples up her arm and caused her nipples to grow erect within her blouse; a familiar warmth formed between her thighs. For a moment, Ms. Stone just stood there and stared as she processed the feeling of holding a miniature boy in the palm of her hand. He was so adorable that a part of her wanted to squeeze his little body just to see how much pressure he could take. But another part of her felt a strange maternal urge to protect him. His body was just so soft and helpless in her hand.

 Adam whimpered and weakly struggled in his giantess teacher's all-powerful hand. It was a little awkward the way she had chosen to pick him up with her fingers gently hugging everything below his waist and his upper body being exposed to the elements. But at least she was being far more gentle in handling him than Taylor had been. Plus, her skin was soft and smelled of hand lotion. A shiver went up his spine at the feeling of his naked crotch held so gently against the warm skin of his math teacher. He wondered if the giantess could even feel his embarrassing arousal against her god-like finger. He adjusted his hips in an awkward attempt to create some space for his irritated genitals trapped within her warm embrace, but this only caused the giant woman to flex her fingers and tighten her grip, coaxing his member into a cozy finger crevice. He gasped and looked up at her with an embarrassed and pleading expression. His was held very close to her massive face now that she held him. Her looming countenance was one of strict indifference and slight curiosity, but there was also a strange softness in her hazel eyes that the boy hadn't noticed before. The corners of her pink lips gradually curled into a comforting smile, visibly touched by his trembling demeanor.

 "Don't worry," The giant woman soothed, her warm exhale tickling his exposed skin. "I've got you now. You are safe."

 Despite his fear and hesitation toward the normally cold and strict teacher, Adam somehow believed her. He watched as Ms. Stone's intimidating attention slowly turned away from him to face the rest of the class, who still chortled with girlish laughter. The teacher raised her free hand into the air, demanding their silence.