Class Pet: Chapter 17

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

 Once again, Ms. Stone catches her student visually groping her body, but this time is different from their previous encounters.

 Ms. Stone strolled into her bedroom with only a white towel wrapped around her voluptuous body. Her brunette hair was damp and her fair skin was slightly steamy after her warm shower. She smiled at her miniature student, who lay passed out on the bed. His adorable little body was wrapped in a small hand towel, which she had used to dry him off after thoroughly washing him in the sink. The boy had been sticky and filthy after the long day at school where he had learned his new place in the world at the curious hands of his normal-sized classmates. But now that Ms. Stone had him alone in her home, she felt like she was caring for a fragile porcelain doll that was formed in the shape of one of her prized students.

 She leaned over the doll boy and rested a finger on his torso, ensuring he was still breathing and subtly exploring his smooth hairless chest and microscopic nipples. The poor little guy had remained unconscious ever since she had retrieved him from the safety of her moderate cleavage. She wondered if his state of unconsciousness was brought on by her smothering breasts or from the excessive amount of playtime he had participated in with his size-mismatched classmates. At least he was still breathing. But his breathing seemed somewhat irregular now. Ms. Stone raised an eyebrow and leaned closer to observe his small features. She wondered if he was pretending to be asleep, playing possum to avoid any kind of confrontation with her. She smirked and pulled away, standing over him for a moment. Perhaps the boy deserved some leniency after his long and eventful day.

 Ms. Stone sauntered over to her closet and admired herself in her full-length mirror. Although she was in her early thirties, her body still appeared as young and fit as a woman in her twenties. She often caught her students staring at her curves while teaching in class, that is, back when her average male student was taller than a ruler. She let her towel fall to the floor, beholding her nude form in the reflection. She frowned and cupped her hands under her large breasts. They were beautiful and perky with cute cherry nipples, but she had noticed they seemed to sag a slight bit. The woman was meticulous in caring for her body and preserving her physical beauty, but she could already see the forming cracks of age beginning to take hold. She forced a smile as she gazed into the mirror. At least her features were still sharp and elegant and her neck still smooth and thin. But she couldn't ignore the wrinkles forming under her hazel eyes. The nude woman slowly ran her slender hands down her torso, contemplating her shape. Her stomach was mostly flat with a slight pudge as her fingers felt lower, beautiful, and fit by normal standards, but a blotch of shortcoming in her perfectionist mind. She reminded herself that she needed to get back into regularly doing yoga and aerobics exercises. Her fingers ran lower, idly twirling through a small tuft of darkish pubes. Then, she lightly traced a digit along her lower lips, which were pink and tight as though rarely touched.

 Ms. Stone sighed to herself. Maybe she just needed to get herself laid. That would likely take her mind off her flaws and increase her self-confidence. But the task of finding a sexual partner had become increasingly difficult as more and more of the men in her life shrunk down to the size of dolls. She continued to slowly pet her fingers through the small patch of pubes atop her womanhood.

 Her movement paused as she noticed the odd growing feeling that someone was watching her. She turned her head to the side, spotting the smallest of movements on her bed in the corner of her vision. She faced forward again and grinned to herself. She knew that boy wasn't truly asleep. It was rather cute how he was so shy that he pretended to be unconscious to avoid her. Yet, there he was, catching a peek at her as she stood naked in her room. She supposed it was only fair. After all, her miniature student had been naked all day, and she had grown accustomed to admiring his tight little body.

 The unclothed woman smirked as she fully realized the scene she was in. She would have never predicted that she would have taken one of her students home and had him lay naked on her bed. Yet, there he was in the reflection over her shoulder, pretending to be asleep and occasionally stealing glances at her bare backside. Of course, the bizarre circumstance of the boy's new diminished height had assisted in pushing past the barrier of her normally strict and conserved social decorum. But still, it felt good to be looked at and desired by someone so young, even if he was the size of a mouse. It helped her to forget all the minor physical imperfections she had been fretting over.

 Back when the boy was regular-sized, she had caught him staring at her in class several times, and although she would never admit it, she secretly enjoyed the attention. Now that he was so small and defenseless, she felt the urge to tease and mess with her pervy student student. He deserved it for pretending to be asleep and avoiding her.

 Ms. Stone reached into her closet and retrieved a red nightgown, wrapping the thin lacy fabric around her curved body. It wasn't much, but it was more proper than allowing her little student to view her nudity freely. She slowly crept closer to her bed, gliding on her pointed feet and elegant calves like a cat stalking her prey, preparing to pounce. In one swift motion, she climbed onto the bed and flumped her wide backside onto the mattress next to the tiny student who was pretending to sleep, causing her frilly nightgown to flutter momentarily before it settled.

 Adam yelped with surprise as the soft bedding suddenly disappeared out from under him, Ms. Stone's giant rear causing the mattress to compress. The boy flailed as he reconnected with the now slanted cushion and tumbled down the surface, colliding with a warm object that jiggled as he bounced against it. He shook the dizziness out of his head and looked around, attempting to regain his bearings and figure out what was happening. The soft surface he leaned against was silky smooth and seemed to move under his touch as if it were alive. The miniature boy looked up at the gigantic form of his teacher, who was dressed in a revealing nightgown. He blushed at the realization that he had come to rest on her jiggly thigh, which was barely covered in the see-through fabric of her nightgown. He hesitantly peered up into the face of the humongous being, who looked down on him with a knowing grin.

 "Oh, I'm sorry, Adam. I didn't mean to wake you," Ms. Stone teased, feigning ignorance.

 Adam trembled with fearful arousal at his close proximity to the sexy and intimidating giantess. He had never seen his math teacher like this, free from makeup with her long brunette hair wet from a recent shower and her voluptuous body clad in only a skimpy red nightgown. He blushed at the realization that the woman's mountainous breasts were visible through the thin garment, her hard nipples pointing through the red-tinted fabric. Many of his classmates would kill to be in this surreal situation. If only he wasn't so small, then he could actually do something about it. All he could do was lean against her cozy thigh and gawk up at her towering form with his dopey expression like a naive little boy. He would be lying to himself if he said he wasn't aroused by the fearful sight of his strict math teacher seated so close to him and appearing like a mischievous goddess. But after the day he had, he knew how dangerous and deceptively beautiful giant women could be. He needed to take control of his teenage hormones and plead with the goddess before him. He needed to reason with her; to convince her to let him go or for her to at least stop treating him like a toy to distract her students with. He tapped his hands against the vast plain of silk-covered thigh he rested atop and looked up at Ms. Stone's intimidating silhouette with a shaky expression.

 "Ms. Stone!" Adam shouted, unsure if his tiny voice would even reach her ears. "Has my mom called you back? Please! I want to go home."

 Ms. Stone cupped her giant palm around his naked back, wrapping her pinky and ring finger under his bum to support him as she lifted him into the air. A shiver ran up the boy's spine at her overwhelming yet tender touch on his vulnerable body. The giant woman slightly turned her head and brought him closer to her ear. Her wet hair hung all around him like the hanging leaves of a weeping willow tree. The faint whiff of her flowery body odor was clouded out by the scent of her shampoo and the luxury spiced soap she used.

 "Please say that again, hun," Ms. Stone's deep voice vibrated the tiny boy's bones as a hint of her teacherly tone slipped into her cadence. "It's sometimes difficult to understand you at that size."

 Adam leaned against the giantess' thumb and held onto it for support. He attempted to suppress the barely contained teenage hormones that swirled around at his core, inflamed by the feeling of being held so close to the massive features of his attractive math teacher as the warm skin of her hand encompassed him. He cleared his throat and leaned closer to the spiraling cavern of her ear.

 "Ms. Stone!" Adam shouted as his repeated words echoed around in the giant ear. "Has my mom called you back yet? I want to go home!"

 Ms. Stone slowly brought him back in front of her billboard-sized face and shook her head.

 "No, she has not," She smiled and lowered her voice to a gentle whisper, subconsciously matching the tiny boy's low volume. "But it's going to be okay. You will stay with me. We will have a fun time together. I promise."

 Adam pouted at her. She didn't have to sound so thrilled about his compromising situation.

 "Can't you just take me home and drop me off? I don't know. Maybe you can help me climb through the mail slot in the front door?" He whined, desperate for an out. "Please? I want to go home."

 Ms. Stone lightly giggled at his suggestion and shook her head.

 "No, Adam. I'm not just going to leave you somewhere," Her voice was gentle with a firm authority. "You are my responsibility now. You are just going to have to get used to it."

 Adam curled up in the giant woman's controlling hand and hung his head. He knew there was no getting out of this, but he wished to get away from his teacher-turned-goddess. He wanted to avoid any more humiliation and embarrassing sexual experiences.

 Ms. Stone pouted at the little boy in her hand. Why did he look so cute when he was curled up with a sad look on his little face? She knew why. Because he was tiny; tiny and vulnerably naked; completely at her mercy. The feeling of power caused a warmth to rise up in her core. She caressed the miniature schoolboy with her finger, savoring the way he trembled at her touch like a timid little animal.

 "Shhh. You don't need to look so sad," Ms. Stone hushed as her warm breath swept along the tiny boy's exposed skin. "It is only you and me now. I will protect you. Nothing bad will happen to you while you are with me. You are so precious and adorable."

 Adam shakily looked up to meet her gaze. How could this woman go from passing his helpless little body around to her students like a novelty, in one moment, to comforting him as she whispered sweet nothings, in the next? He didn't know if he could believe her good intentions, but for sanity's sake, he decided he would. He slowly uncurled his legs and relaxed on her giant palm in a more comfortable position.