Class Pet: Chapter 5

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

Big girls deserve love too.

 Adam whined and meekly squirmed within the grasp of his giantess teacher. The tiny teenager pushed his hands against the gigantic woman's thumb as his torso awkwardly wriggled out the top of her closed fist. It was a strange and violating feeling to have the lower half of his naked body firmly wrapped in the cozy flesh of this woman's palm. But some part of him found the sensation oddly comforting. He was no longer vulnerable and exposed, now protected from the elements by his colossal teacher's all-powerful hand, his untimely erection shielded from the roaring mockery of his giant classmates' laughter and swaddled in between Ms. Stone's lotioned fingers. And the way her normally stern facial features softened as she looked down at him further cemented his trust in her. The woman was strict and harsh but also had a professional demeanor. She was still his teacher and responsible for him, even at this size.

 The miniature boy timidly looked up and met her gaze. He watched from her hand as she slowly turned to address the room of giggling schoolgirls. The giantess teacher raised her free hand and cleared her throat. At this signal, most of the room quieted down. Though, there were still a few hushed snickers and excited whispers.

 "Now, girls," Ms. Stone spoke with calm authority. "This is no laughing matter. You must learn to control yourselves."

 "But, Ms. Stone!" The bubbly girl in class exclaimed. "Adam shrunk super tiny! And he's naked!"

 At this proclaimed observation, the hum of laughter rose once more. But this rise was quickly shushed by Ms. Stone. The middle-aged brunette shot a stern glare at the outspoken girl.

 "I understand that, Ms. Claire," The woman spoke in a slow, condescending tone, visibly annoyed by the young girl's immature nature. "But Adam was your classmate. You shouldn't mock his misfortune so cruelly."

 "But his thingy is so small! It's like the size of my eraser," the girl exclaimed, her chubby cheeks flushed red from laughter. "And it was pointing straight up!"

 Ms. Stone sighed in disappointment and walked closer to the girl's desk, her low high heels clacking on the tile floor. Adam clung to the woman's finger and trembled slightly, frightened by the sudden movement. The bubbly girl's carefree expression became apologetic as the teacher approached.

 Claire was chubby for her age; not obese by any means. But her body was far more padded than most of her skinny classmates. Because of her plumpness, she was one of the most well-endowed girls in her class. And she didn't shy away from showing off her pillowy cleavage. Some heavyset girls her age were self-conscious about their weight with a shy personality, but not Claire. Claire was lively and outgoing, always saying what was on her mind with a jovial inflection. She relished wearing short skirts because they showed off more of her legs due to her rotund body shape and the flow of the fabric. The bubbly girl often walked through the halls flaunting her stuff, enjoying the attention of boys diminished and regular-sized. Even now, she sat at her desk nonchalantly with her thick thighs in a very unladylike position. For the mini boy clutched in the teacher's palm, her thighs were two fleshy beasts.

 Adam squeaked with surprise as the grip on him suddenly shifted. Ms. Stone's agile fingers flexed and tossed his body around like a rag doll until he found himself dangling in the open air by his arms. The air rushed past until he came to a sudden halt. The tiny boy whimpered and wriggled about as he dangled nakedly in an exposed position. He shakily looked up and was met with Claire's large, chubby face, her brown eyes wide with surprise. It was a surreal experience to be held so vulnerably before the behemoth face of the class loudmouth, her warm exhales tickling his exposed skin. He slowly peered down, observing the short height he was held at. Below his dangling feet was the valley of Claire's cleavage, pale and pillowy with a faint sheen of sweat. Adam had witnessed Claire show off and throw her weight around before. But being so small and held this close to her thickly curved body was an entirely different experience; one that didn't help in cooling off his arousal.

 The miniature boy writhed and kicked his legs at every angle in a helpless attempt to shield his member, which was still embarrassing erect. He wished Ms. Stone would wrap her soft, protective fingers around him once more instead of dangling him so openly before this pudgy girl, who had expressed her delight at his new shrunken size. Why was his teacher doing this?

 "Look at him," Ms. Stone demanded harshly, slightly shaking Adam's hanging body with each word she spoke. "This is the unfortunate future for men in our society. This is your father, your brother, your future husband, and your son! Men are becoming small rodents and leaving an empty space where they once stood. Women are now becoming the dominant sex. And it is time for us to step up and start acting like it. We are the supreme beings; the leaders! The only question is, 'What kind of a leader will you be?'"

 The question echoed in the stunned-silent room. The only sound was the faint, high-pitched peeps and struggles of the tiny boy dangling from Ms. Stone's grasp. He was visibly displeased with being used as a teaching prop. Some of the schoolgirls were too preoccupied with watching the cute mini boy squirm and sway to hear Ms. Stone's message. A few of the cheerleaders had even pulled out their phones to take pictures for their social media, posting fitting descriptions like, "I can't believe what happened in fourth period today," or, "Ms. Stone is a girl boss!" But the teacher's passionate prompt resonated with the intuitive girls, who were eager to learn.

 Claire stared at the miniature schoolboy dangling nakedly in front of her face. As a heavyset girl, she couldn’t help but admire the tiny man's thin and fit physic as it swung and struggled. His pecks and abs were so masculine in shape but as delicate as a hummingbird in size. His arms and biceps looked firm as they flexed above his head, strung up by Ms. Stone's controlling manicured fingers. And of course, there was the little guy's micro penis, erect and swaying around as his hips wriggled in the air. The petite creature was strangely hypnotic.

 Ms. Stone's words echoed around inside the heavyset schoolgirl's head. It didn't matter how fat and unattractive she was according to the societal standards set by men. Men were shrinking by the dozen, and she was a curvy goddess. She was in control. She only had to decide what kind of goddess she would become.

 Claire cupped her hands under the tiny boy's swinging feet. She looked up at Ms. Stone like she was silently asking for permission to handle the small creature. Ms. Stone's stern expression remained, yet she still gave a reluctant nod and slowly lowered her hand, releasing the small man onto the girl's chubby palm.

 Adam yelped as he landed on the fleshy surface of Claire's open hand. He quickly curled up into a defensive position, shivering at the violating feeling of his bare butt seated on the excitable girl's clammy skin. Her breaths were slow and deep as they gusted warmly over his exposed body, held so close to her blushing face. Claire's hands were not as bony as Ms. Stone's. Her gigantic palm was like a massive heated pillow. The behemoth girl cupped her thick fingers around his frame like she was holding a baby chick. Under less humiliating circumstances, Adam may have found comfort in the slightly moist embrace of the pudgy girl's soft hand. He whined and awkwardly adjusted himself, hugging his knees and hiding his genitals between his thighs and stomach, ensuring his most sensitive bits wouldn't touch any of the soft skin surrounding him. Claire brought him up to her dimpled cheeks, her plush lips uncomfortably close to his cowering form.

 "I'm sorry I teased you about your little penis," She whispered breathily. "It's actually kinda big… in like… proportions or whatever. It's very cute."

 Claire's thick finger nudged Adam's thigh and stroked it sensually. The little creature made the cutest squeaking sound and squirmed in her hand. The mini guy was so adorable that she felt the sudden urge to gobble him up right then and there; to just roll his tasty little body around on her tongue and lick him all over. She brought him even closer to slightly parted lips, breathing heavily with arousal.

 Adam writhed in the giant girl's doughy hand and let out a moan that turned into a desperate whine. The soft skin smothering him was so warm and damp, and the misty warmth combined with the chubby giantess' excited exhales. It felt like he was in a sauna with thick, cloudy air. He could see the steam rising around him and feel it clinging to his skin.

 Adam gasped as the girl's thick finger suddenly wormed its way between his arms and legs, forcing his body to uncurl. Her thumb held his thighs open with a strange precision like she was spreading a small animal to examine its sex. The curious giantess breathed a deep hum of delight as her brown eyes focused solely on his micro penis. It was about the size of her fingernail, inflated red and pulsing from all the teasing he had endured.

 "There it is," Claire whispered under her breath. "There's that cute little penis."

 She slowly stroked her doughy fingertip along the length of his miniature shaft. Adam groaned a deep guttural moan that only sounded like the little peeps of a mouse to the giant women surrounding him. His back arched, and his hips instinctually gyrated against the young giantess' finger. It didn't matter how humiliated and embarrassed he felt. His body had resisted the teasing hands of too many giant women and held in its orgasm for too long. All it took was the single stroke of Claire's pudgy fingertip to push him over the edge. His little body convulsed in the girl's warm, pillowy hand as his seed spewed onto her curiously probing finger, which carried him through the most overwhelming orgasm of his life. Claire released another shaky breath at the cute little display, her pink tongue licking her lips. She somehow felt lucky that it was her hands the pretty little boy had messed on. A few other schoolgirls, who sat nearby, cooed at the little spurt. All the while, Ms. Stone stood above, hands on her hips and smiling with pride.