Class Pet: Chapter 21

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

 Ms. Stone's classroom looks different when you are sitting inside a hamster cage.

 Adam stood inside the glass terrarium atop the bookshelf in Ms. Stone's classroom. He looked out at the rows of student desks beyond his glass enclosure. The tiny schoolboy knew that at any moment now, those desks would be filled with his giant classmates, who would no doubt notice him in his little cage. How would they react? Would they be curious and interested, wanting to touch and feel his miniature body? Or would they look at him with disgust and indifference, viewing him as a puny pest? The anxiety was killing him. He wished Ms. Stone would let him out of the cage and keep him on her desk or close to her person. He longed for the safety of her giant bosom. Despite how smothering her buxom breasts could be, it was preferable compared to being left so vulnerable in the open where the grubby hands of his careless classmates could reach.

 Adam blushed and grumbled to himself as he looked down at his lower body. A pink girly Band-Aid was wrapped around his waist, providing his privates with adequate covering given his shrunken size. The little lad was mortified how his embarrassing nudity could easily be covered by a little pink and heart-patterned Band-Aid, but he supposed it was better than being vulnerable and completely naked. His hands pulled at and adjusted the pink Band-Aid, attempting to peel the sticky surface from around his waist. It was starting to feel a little itchy on his skin, even if his genitals remained comfortable in the cottony space meant for a small wound. Adam understood that his giant classmates would soon enter the classroom and bear witness to the embarrassing display of his improvised underwear. He started to sweat, and his hands pulled harder at the medical tape stuck about his waist. He struggled to decide which would be worse: a room full of schoolgirls laughing at his miniature body while he was naked and exposed or the same girls laughing at him while he wore nothing but a pink Band-Aid to cover his junk. Maybe if he could remove the pink wrapper then he could find something less humiliating to wear, perhaps a torn-off piece of the old newspaper that lined the floor he stood on. At least then his improvised clothing would be covered in bland text instead of flamboyant sparkling hearts. The teasing for wearing a piece of newspaper would be far less harsh than the teasing he would receive for his current cutesy attire. Adam whined and pulled at the oversized Band-Aid more desperately.

 Adam cursed Ms. Stone's name. How could his sexy yet unassuming math teacher debase and humiliate him so casually? Deep down Adam knew why. Because his entire physical existence only amounted to the size of the woman's thumb. Adam supposed that he should be grateful to Ms. Stone. He knew some teachers who would likely squish anyone they found who had caught the Shrinking Virus. Ms. Stone certainly didn't have to shelter and feed him, not when he was the size of a pesky rodent. She had even stepped in and saved him a few times when the other girls were being too rough. Adam only wished that his giant teacher and caretaker wouldn't parade him around and use him as a teaching prop for her students to learn about Tinies and how to handle them, or whatever it was she thought she was doing. Maybe, if he could get her giant attention when she wasn't grading papers or casually molesting his miniature body with her large manicured fingers, then he could voice his complaints.

 Adam pressed his hands against the glass wall of his cage and peered over at Ms. Stone's desk. It was empty. Immediately, Adam felt a rush of panic rise up within his chest. Where could she have gone? How could she leave him alone like this? What if the other students started arriving while she was still absent? It was strange how his giant female captor and tormentor could fill him with such fear and dreaded embarrassment yet also provide him protection and safe comfort. He curled up in the corner of his cubicle cage and silently prayed for Ms. Stone's speedy return.

 Why did he have to catch the Shrinking Virus? Why did it have to happen at school instead of at home where he would've been safe and alone, free from the clumsy uncaring hands of his classmates? Why did everything and everyone from his mundane life have to grow into such a monstrous and dangerous size? Ms. Stone's basic modern classroom stretched before him like an alien landscape beyond the glass. Everything was far too big for Adam's poor tiny brain to comprehend. All he could do was wait around to be carried along by the giant hands of his betters, left at the mercy of whatever compromising predicament they would put his puny self through. They all appeared more like behemoth monsters than the teachers and peers of his old normal life. And when he was left alone there was hardly anything he could accomplish by himself, especially not when he was confined inside a cage. He couldn't even remove the stupid Band-Aid from around his waist. His miniature hands were just too weak. All he could do was sit and wait, dreading whatever may happen to him next in the cursed high school meant for beings much larger than him.

 Adam took a moment to breathe and calm down. He told himself that everything would be fine. All he had to do was wait for Ms. Stone to return. And when she did, he would plead his case. There had to be alternative and less mortifying means of keeping him safe and modest. Ms. Stone had to see reason. Suddenly, there was the swooshing sound of the classroom door swinging open.

 "See?" Adam mentally reassured himself. "There is Ms. Stone, right now. I will talk with her and everything will be A-OK."

 The miniature schoolboy crossed his arms and continued facing away from the door and the large open classroom. He was upset at Ms. Stone for how carelessly she was treating him and how she had left him alone, even if it was only for a few minutes. He didn't want to give the giant woman the satisfaction of seeing him joyous and relieved at her return. The hamster-sized boy sulked in the corner of his cage. He waited to hear the familiar sound of Ms. Stone's high heels clacking on the smooth-tiled floor or of papers being carried and set on a wooden desk. But these sounds never came. Instead, there was the sound of several sizable presences shuffling into the room. There was the rolling sound of unfamiliar voices chatting with each other. Students were beginning to arrive.

 Adam's grey eyes widened with fear. He didn't dare to move a muscle. Maybe, if he remained deathly still then no one would notice his tiny presence atop the bookshelf. But with the sound of backpacks and textbooks being placed on desks, Adam wondered how long it would be before his luck ran out. Suddenly, a large shadow stretched over the tiny boy and darkened the newspaper floor of his little room. Adam shakily turned his head, peeking up at the looming presence from the corner of his eye. The only thing he could see was the slightly blurry image of a plaid skirt through the glass, swaying like a large theater curtain. There was the deep sound of a surprised gasp from above.

 "What the hell? What is this?" The unknown giant voice questioned. "Hey, guys. Come check this out."

 Adam trembled as he hesitantly turned around to face the source of the booming voice. A young giantess stared inside Adam's little enclosure with a curious and surprised expression on her freckled face, her cute rounded nose pressing against the glass. Adam jumped to his feet and backed away as far as he could until his back made contact with the cold surface of the wall of his see-through prison. Two more giant schoolgirls joined the first. All three massive faces stared down at him wide-eyed, varying levels of shock and concern in their expressions.

 "Woah! It's a Tiny," a raven-haired girl observed. "I have only ever seen two of them before."

 "A Tiny?" The first girl questioned. "What's that?"

 The raven-haired girl rolled her eyes and turned to face her, momentarily taking her attention away from the strange miniature boy in Ms. Stone's classroom.

 "A Tiny. You know? The people who have been shrinking around here, almost every day," she explained. "You know the Shrinking Virus? Don't you watch the news? Or have you been living under a rock, or something?"

 "Psh! Of course, I have heard about that!" The first girl shot back with a flustered expression. "I just mean, what is he doing here, inside Ms. Stone's classroom?"

 All three girls turned to observe Adam with curious expressions.

 "Awww! Look at him. He looks so scared," a girl with short dyed hair cooed like she was fawning over a cute animal. "Poor little guy."

 "Don't worry, little guy. We won't hurt you," the first girl reassured in a softly soothing voice. "We just want to take a closer look at you."

 As she spoke, her giant hand reached down into Adam's enclosure, her fingers spread wide, ready to pounce should he attempt to flee.