My Teacher's a Real Witch! Chapter 3

 Both parties found themselves at a loss for words after such an explosive ending to Derek's punishment. The boy still sat perched atop Linda's finger, his rear rosy red. Thankfully, his erection withered away after its release. Deafening silence hung in the air with the faint sounds of the miniaturized boy panting.

 "P-please, Ms. Baker," Derek pleaded timidly, "Please grow me back to normal size. I won't tell anyone. I'll be a better student. I'll do whatever you want. Just return my size."

 She brought her hand up to her smiling face, savoring the image of his little body literally wrapped around her finger.

 "Even if I wanted to do that, I don't know if I could," she spoke softly, "I didn't even know that I could shrink people. If I tried to regrow you then you might turn into something dreadful. Or your fragile little body might expand too quickly & explode."

 The thought made Derek tremble against her finger. She ran the pad of her fingertip down his back, softly petting him. The boy winced as her delicate digit nudged his reddened rear.

 "Don't worry though," she spoke with forced reassurance, "I'll take excellent care of you."

 The finger caressed his face, forcing him to look up at her. She couldn't help but blush at his tear-stained eyes. She softly kissed his face, enveloping it with her lips. His hands fruitlessly batted at her cheeks. The soft echo of his muffled squealing vibrated her lips. The puckered surface suctioned off the tip of his nose for a moment.

 "I just can't get over how cute & tiny you are," Linda whispered as though she were about to cry, her giant giddy face looming uncomfortably close.

 She dangled the boy by his arms & brought him close to her sparkling eyes. Her curiously darting pupils drank in his miniature yet muscular bare body.

 "And oh my gosh, your tiny cock is just too adorable," she squealed with delight, "All I had to do with prop it up with the very tip of my finger & you squirted all over me."

 Her amused laughter was interrupted as she noticed the pained expression on the young man's face. It pulled at her heartstrings & filled her with pity.

 "Please, Ms. Baker," Derek whimpered in his mouse-like voice, "You can't treat me like this. I'm your student."

 She cradled the nude teen in her palm. He felt so petite in her hand, like a scared little animal. She almost had to remind herself that it was Derek she held captive. Derek, the meat-headed brat who had caused her so many headaches. Now, he was only a doll in her almighty hands, a skittish little creature who would surely perish without her protection & guidance. She became light-headed with the feeling of total domination. She felt a wet spot growing in the front of her panties as the feeling of complete control spread throughout her body & tingled her toes. Her arousal was accompanied by a motherly instinct to protect & care for the miniature student, even if he resented her for it. She held him against her chest, nearly smothering the boy in her doughy cleavage.

 "Shhh..." Linda hummed soothingly, "I am sorry that I shrank you. It was an accident. And maybe I was a little rough on your poor little rear. But now more than ever, you must learn to respect your superiors."

 Derek struggled against her pillowy bust. He winced at the faint smell of egg. Evidently, she had missed a few of the egg pieces the boy had thrown at her. Prying his face from her skin, he looked up pleadingly.

 "B-but what about my friends & my family?" He whined, "My mom will be worried sick."

 Planting a finger against the back of his head, she gently smooshed his face against her breast. Linda giggled at the feeling of his protesting limbs struggling against her skin.

 "Don't you worry about her," she murmured in a low growl, "I'll be your new mommy."

 Derek's body went still, shocked by Ms. Baker's self-proclamation. She was going to be his "mommy"? No, his math teacher had turned into a giant witch & lost her mind. He needed to get away from her. But to his dismay, he was trapped on all sides by smothering tit flesh.

 Each pillowy boob was overpowering in size to the boy. It felt like being sandwiched between two waterbeds. Only they were soft & warmed his skin. He desperately grappled with her ballooning breasts as he sunk deeper into her cleavage. The sensation of being completely smothered by a giant pair of boobs lit a fire in his libido. It didn't matter that they belonged to his despised calculus teacher. Boobs were boobs, and he was a teenage boy. He couldn't help a muffled moan as his manhood stiffened against her sweaty cleavage. Her chest vibrated with the deep rumble of laughter.

 "Oh?" Ms. Baker feigned surprise at the small nub poking against her skin, "I think you like the idea of me being your giant mommy witch."

 She plucked him from her cleavage & giggled triumphantly at his little cock springing to life. She playfully batted at it with her finger. Derek felt like his body was betraying him. How could he be so easily turned on by the woman who had given him so many detentions? Perhaps her immense size was too much, overwhelming his senses. Whatever it was, he needed to put a stop to it. He stretched to reach her fingertip & bit down on it as hard as he could. The rubbery tip of her finger gave a little to his clenching jaw, but her skin held firm against his teeth. Her finger shivered a little at the sensation of his little mouth furiously nibbling. She brought her hands closer & watched the boy chew on her finger, a light blush on her face.

 "Heh... It looks like you're really getting into it now," she teased, "I guess since I'm going to be looking after you, we might as well have a little fun."

 Linda lowered him to the table & unceremoniously dropped him onto the surface. Derek stumbled back a few paces & brushed himself off. He hugged his legs close to his chest, protecting his junk from any more curious poking. He looked up at his giant witch of a teacher. Fear, anger, and embarrassment all mixed into one expression on his pouting face.

 The looming giantess sashayed her hips, briefly allowing a few extra inches of her pale thighs to peek out from under her black skirt. She played with the wide brim of her witch's hat before plucking it off her head. The pointed hat nearly crushed the tiny teen as it landed on the table, mere inches from him. Running her fingers through her dark frizzy hair, she hummed a tone, providing background music for the impromptu strip tease. With some awkward shuffling, she pulled the black skin-tight dress over her head & tossed it to the side.

 The boy's jaw dropped as he stared up at the looming form of his giant teacher, garbed in only a dark lacey bra & thong. From his position on the table, he was right at eye-level with the giantess' crotch. The twin mounds of her camel toe seemed to chew at the thong's fabric, the center sparkling with wetness. Delicate hairs, matching those on the woman's head, spiraled out the sides of the undergarment. The alluring sight drew the young man in, hypnotizing him. That's when something cut into his vision, a thin black strap. Derek's eyes followed the strap & he realized it was Ms. Baker's bra, dangled loosely in the air. She flung the bra to the side. The boy's eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he gaped up at her massive naked breasts. Her firm tits seemed to cast a shadow over him. It was like looking up at a goddess. He pulled his eyes away from her pointed nipples & reminded himself that this was no goddess. No, this was his no-nonsense math teacher, who had apparently become so drunk with power & cheap wine that she had lost her mind.

 For a moment, he considered running across the table in a last-ditch effort to escape this nightmare-turned-wet-dream. But the woman's greedy hand was already reaching for him. Her molesting fingers wrapped firmly around his naked body & brought him closer to her titanic breasts. She pressed the front of his body against the underside of her tit, forcing his limbs to splay out in an awkward starfish position. Her pink nipple, nearly larger than his head, poked insistently against his face.

 "You want to bite my finger so badly? Then why don't you put that naughty little mouth to good use?" She growled lustfully, "Come on. Your mommy wants to feel your little nibbles on her nipple."

 Derek turned his head to the side & sealed his mouth shut in a futile attempt to resist. Her finger nudged the back of his head & her nipple incessantly poked against his lips. Giving in to the goddess' whims, he seized the opportunity to release some of his frustration & forced arousal. He sunk his teeth into the softly firming skin & clamped down hard in a vain effort to cause his tormentor pain. The warm exhale of her breathy moan washed over his body. He furiously bit down harder, attempting to cause the woman enough pain to regret her degrading demand. But his grinding teeth only caused a lustfully anguished moan to escape her lips as goose pimples spread across her skin.

 "Oh fuck yeah, baby," Linda whispered through panted breaths, "Your delicate little mouth feels so good on my sensitive nipple. Don't be afraid to go harder."

 Derek panted defeatedly around the large nipple that filled his mouth. His jaw was sore from biting so hard, yet the ravenous woman was hungry for more. Noticing movement out of the corner of his eye, he turned his head & watched as her free hand fished into the front of her panties & started rubbing rhythmically. Her thumb nudged the back of his head, forcing his curiously watching face against her breast. His lips brushed against her nipple once more. Drained of any hope to fight back, he obediently suckled on her immense teat.

 Linda pressed his little body firmly against her breast, slightly rocking him against her skin. Her fingers kneaded more desperately at her vagina, lost in the lustful feeling of his warm body dwarfed against her breast. The way that just the tip of her nipple so completely filled his puny mouth melted her heart from the cuteness & fueled the flame of her unleashed lust. She could even distinguish the feeling of his minuscule boner softly pulsing against the underside of her boob. She rubbed him more fervently against her skin, careful not to press too hard against his bruised backside but hard enough to stroke his overstimulated member along her sweaty underboob. His miniature back arched & he squealed the salacious music of his pleasure. The warm liquid evidence of his orgasm sent her over the edge. She ruthlessly fingered herself through the most intense orgasm of her life.

 Linda's labored breathing gradually returned to normal as her consciousness returned to earth. The cozy little creature forcefully snuggled against her breast had gone limp, his mouth still lazily drooled over her nipple. The boy had fallen unconscious after such an intensely loving coddling. She brought him to her face dangled like a ragdoll. Trivial remnants of her milk trickled out of his loosely open mouth. She couldn't help a gush. She brought him closer to her breasts for another possessive nuzzling.

 "Oh my baby, you are mine now," she hushed softly, "Even if you hate me now, I'll teach you how to love me."