Class Pet: Chapter 18

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

 Adam gets more up close and personal with his math teacher's desirable breasts than he ever imagined possible.

 Ms. Stone lounged on her queen-sized bed with her back leaning against the baseboard, her elegantly curved body garbed only in a thin red nightgown. She sighed softly and observed her miniature student, who sat nakedly vulnerable, curled up in her hand. For a moment, she admired the way his little torso muscles stretched as he hugged his knees. The boy's curly dark hair looked so light and fuzzy, especially after the little bath she had given him in the sink while his body lay limp and unconscious like a rag doll. The miniature lad looked so sad and adorable; just a little doll boy sulking in her powerful grasp. Ms. Stone frowned and held him a little closer. Despite how cute he looked pouting, she didn't want her pet student to be upset.

 At that moment, Ms. Stone realized something. Not only was it her place to teach and encourage her female students to take their place as the dominant sex and become great leaders, but it was also her place to teach her miniature students to accept their place under the feet of their superiors. Adam had learned a harsh lesson today at the hands of his normal-sized classmates. And Ms. Stone could tell that he was feeling down in the dumps about it. She delicately stroked a fingertip through the fuzzy little hairs atop his miniature head, as she contemplated the boy's drastically changed situation. Yes, it must have been difficult for him to lose his size and autonomy, but it couldn't have all been bad. She had watched how sexually excited he had become when she had held him in her soft hands. And when his classmates had passed him around and started petting him, the boy's arousal had overflowed onto their curious fingers. Perhaps this was just a natural reaction to being in the presence of someone so gigantic and beautiful, his superior goddesses. Or maybe the boy secretly enjoyed his vulnerable and exposed state like a little exhibitionist. Either way, Ms. Stone knew she could exploit his anatomical inclinations to manipulate him into following her lessons. Boys were such simpleminded creatures, after all, always thinking with their lower heads. All they needed was a sexy body and they would be on their knees. Perhaps all they needed was the sexy body of their high school teacher, her body. At that thought, Ms. Stone blushed and slightly rubbed her thighs together.

 Suddenly, an idea flashed in her hazel eyes as she realized precisely how she would cheer up her little pet student. Back when Adam was normal-sized, she often caught the boy staring at her breasts in class. Boys would be boys. Perhaps he had earned himself a bit of payback for all the gawking he had done. Seeing him so small and defenseless in her hands, she wanted to tease him. She wanted to see how he would react to the objects of his affection when they were large enough to crush him. Ms. Stone leaned closer, casually allowing her nightgown to slip lower and reveal more of her bare skin. She brought her plush lips closer to the cowering doll boy in hand.

 "It's going to be okay, Adam," Ms. Stone whispered breathily. "I know this must all be very difficult and overwhelming for you. But you need to learn to accept your place. You're tiny; too tiny to be on your own and do things for yourself. You need a big strong woman to take care of you; to protect you. Let me take care of you."

 Adam blushed and trembled, not only from his giant teacher's close proximity and whispered breaths over his naked skin, but from the content of her words. A part of him wanted to resist. He was the man. He was supposed to be big and strong, the dominant and independent one. But he knew his manly body was gone. It was gone and replaced by his current form; tiny, naked, and helpless. Maybe Ms. Stone was right. He would likely suffer a tragic fate if he attempted to make it on his own. He needed someone to help him. Adam hesitantly looked up to meet his teacher's looming gaze. He blushed further when he noticed how low Ms. Stone's nightgown hung on her buxom bosom. Her relaxed cleavage was openly visible as the lacy fabric of her red garment flowed along her curves. There was a sliver of pink skin where her nipple slightly peeked over the top of the fabric. The nub was hardened as it poked through the seam of the silky nightgown. Adam tried not to stare, but he couldn't help it, especially when the woman's beautiful body was blown up to such epic proportions. If only the nightgown would slip a little lower then he could catch an unobstructed glimpse of his titanic teacher's tantalizing titties.

 Ms. Stone smirked as she followed the miniature boy's gaze, watching him stare innocently at her scantily clad breasts. Her plan was working. Adam's little dejected expression was already gone as he was distracted by her massive mammaries. Ms. Stone knew she could entice the student away from his sadness and hesitation, allowing him to see things her way. She just needed to push this a little further. Plus, she loved teasing him. The miniature schoolboy made her feel so big and powerful like a goddess. She cleared her throat exaggeratedly, causing her pet student to flinch and look up at her with a guilty expression.

 "What are you looking at, young man?" Ms. Stone questioned in a playfully stern tone.

 As she spoke, she moved her shoulders, allowing her perky breasts to squeeze together teasingly and slowly sway, draped in the thin fabric of her nightgown. Adam gulped and a microscopic bead of sweat formed on his brow. He quickly muttered an excuse, tripping over his words. It only sounded like cute embarrassed squeaks to his giant teacher, who grinned knowingly, soft dimples forming on her sharp features.

 "Well… I suppose it is only fair," Ms. Stone tapped her elegant chin, putting on a show of contemplation. "I have already seen your body, even as tiny as it is. It's only right that you get to see mine. Is that why you look so nervous, trembling in my hand like that; because you are naked? Would you feel more comfortable if we were both naked?"

 Ms. Stone didn't wait for an answer. She sensually tugged on her red nightgown, easily allowing the loose fabric to flow down her body, falling to the mattress below. Adam gazed up with awestruck wonder. Two smoothly polished mountains parted the clouds overhead. Instead of snow covering their peaks, there were two pink cherry nipples, one for each mountainous breast. Adam felt like he was looking up at a goddess, some heavenly wonder forbidden from the eyes of men. He leaned forward with his hands and knees resting on the fleshy palm that held him. He no longer thought to cover his nudity, which was now visibly aroused by the divine sight before him. Beyond the peaks of naked breasts, he could see the statuesque face of his math teacher, her pearly white teeth softly biting her plush lip as a faint blush formed on her sharp features. The giant hand underneath him moved, carrying him closer to the woman's monumental mammaries. He could feel the heat radiating off her massive body. It lit a fiery need inside his core, his member practically pulsing despite all the misuse and abuse it had endured today. One of the perky breasts loomed closer into his space, nearly grazing his skin as he kneeled perched on the giantess' palm. At his diminished size, Adam could see every line in her skin. Her pink cherry nipples were softly wrinkled as they hardened and formed into their more conical shape. The fleshy mountain slightly jiggled with each of the giant woman's breaths, which had become more labored from the building anticipation.

 "It's okay, baby," Ms. Stone whispered, her sultry tone unlike anything Adam had heard from his math teacher. "You can touch."

 Adam glanced up at her with surprise. She met his gaze with gentle encouragement and an unmistakable tinge of arousal. The miniature schoolboy hesitantly reached out his hands, which shook slightly from fearful reverence. His fingers finally made contact with the giant woman's pillowy flesh. A jolt of electricity flowed up his arms and fueled the fire brewing within his core. A sharp gasp sounded from the sky above, and little goosebumps formed on the wall of warm skin before him.

 Up above, Ms. Stone stifled a soft moan at the delicate and sensual touch of the innocent boy's hands on her sensitive skin. She looked down and cooed at the adorable sight of her doll-sized student interacting with her massive perky breast. She knew this was his place; this was where he belonged, with her, nestled against her caring bosom. She would help and guide him as he adjusted to life as a Tiny. It was her calling.

 Adam gasped breathily as the giant thumb behind him gently nudged his backside, encouraging him to make further skin-on-skin contact with the massive breast. Pressed so close, Ms. Stone's pink cherry nipple took up his entire field of view. He didn't know why, but he felt an instinctive urge to wrap his lips around the softly pointed object. He leaned forward and took as much of the giant erect nipple into his little mouth as he could fit. An uncontrolled moan sounded from above, vibrating through the gigantic body he was pressed against and into his own. Ms. Stone's giant fingers pressed more firmly against his back, forcing the front of his naked body to push into the jiggly flesh. His little member was softly sandwiched against his stomach as it rhythmically spasmed. His hips instinctively humped against the giant woman's pillowy surface. The heat from her giant body, the giant fleshy nipple packed inside his miniature mouth, the erotic moans of his goddess-like math teacher sounding like thunder above and vibrating his being; it was all too much for him to handle. His body arched against the giant fingers that held him as he released his liquid arousal against her smothering breast.

 Ms. Stone caressed and delicately petted the warm little body as it rhythmically spasmed against her bosom. She savored the feeling of her miniature student nursing from her. The fingers of her other hand slowly rubbed her womanhood and touched the sticky puddle of liquid on the mattress between her thighs. She leaned her head back and smiled to herself. This was only the beginning of her little student's rehabilitation into life as a Tiny. There were so many lessons left to be learned.