Class Pet: Chapter 15

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

 Adam barely survived class with his colossal classmates. How will he survive detention?

 Ms. Stone stood in the empty classroom, the only other occupant being the miniature student lying in a naked heap on the back desk. She leaned forward and smiled down at Adam's exposed form. The shrunken boy lay on the wooden desktop with his little limbs spread. He looked like a starfish, not only in form but in size as well. He seemed too exhausted to even roll over into a less vulnerable position, his lower body coated in the sticky evidence of his thoroughly drained state. His innocent boyish face was flushed and panting, and his beautiful grey eyes looked up at her sleepily. It was a cute and carnal display. He looked like a little doll, beaten and battered after an excessive amount of playtime.

 Ms. Stone leaned closer, her dark locks draping around the spent doll boy like a canopy. The woman felt a familiar heat rise up inside her, turned on by the sight of the used and abused pretty boy. Her pearly white teeth nibbled her plush red lip, and her hips slowly sashayed, pressing the front of her body against the desk, using the corner to pleasure herself through the fabric of her pencil skirt. The naked little doll boy was completely exhausted and defenseless against anything she wanted to do. She had already let her students pass him around and grope his puny body with their curious and giddy hands, all in the name of a learning experience. And this was just the first day. The boy's mother seemed unconcerned about the shrunken state of her son, leaving him in her capable hands until she returned from her business trip. And now, Adam was completely hers for the rest of the week. The helpless schoolboy was all hers to use and abuse however she saw fit, as long as she didn't permanently damage his doll-like body. And now that the school day was over, her mind filled with all sorts of depraved possibilities. Her long manicured fingers tapped thoughtfully on the wooden desk next to the miniature boy, who lay breathlessly in a small puddle of sweat and his own bodily fluids. Ms. Stone's expression became one of predatory hunger, her inhibitions flooded out by the unrestricted power she held. She leaned further over the boy, rubbing the corner of the desk further into her rapidly heating crotch as the hard surface rubbed teasingly against her needy womanhood through the stretched layers of fabric.

 Suddenly, the door at the front of the classroom swung open, startling Ms. Stone from her amorous trance. She had been so eager for the school day to end that she had completely forgotten about detention. Two schoolgirls entered the room: Chelsea, dressed in her revealing cheerleader outfit and an annoyed bratty expression on her face, and Claire, her plump curves stretching the fabric of her school uniform, and a doleful expression on her pudgy cheeks.

 "Oh! You two are early for detention," Ms. Stone greeted, attempting to hide her blushed and aroused features.

 The two girls joined the teacher on either side, peering down at the desk to see what she was looking at. Both girls gasped at the disheveled state of the tiny boy lying prone on the desk. Adam blearily looked up at the three giantesses who towered above, not entirely conscious.

 "Is that Adam?" Claire questioned with a slight quiver in her voice. "What happened to him?"

 Ms. Stone cleared her throat, thinking of the proper words to explain the boy's lewd and unkempt appearance.

 "Well, you see girls, Adam volunteered to help teach my last class period the importance of handling a Shrinker gently," She explained coyly. "A few of the girls got a little carried away. But there are always a few bumps in the road when learning something new."

 The two girls glanced up at Ms. Stone and then peered back down at the tiny boy toy, their expressions aghast yet allured by the dirty display. Adam's vision was blurry from exhaustion as he peered up at the three towering beauties. For a moment, he had forgotten where he was or what was happening. Perhaps he had died and gone to heaven. The goddess-like faces looking down on him were only a group of giant elegant angels who had come to greet him. He smiled a deranged smile, his mental state in shambles after all the abuse he had endured at the hands of his colossal classmates. The group of three gigantic angels seemed to be conversing with one another, glancing at each other and then looking back down at his inferior mortal self. If only their voices weren't so booming and thunderous, then perhaps he could understand what they were saying.

 Chelsea looked down at her dorky, yet admittedly cute, miniature classmate. Then, she looked at Ms. Stone, scanning her up and down. She didn't see Josh, her adorable mini-boyfriend anywhere. The girl wanted her jock boy toy back. She missed feeling his muscular little body squirming around between her breasts.

 "Hey!" The blonde cheerleader piped with a tone of entitlement. "What did you do with my mini-boyfriend?"

 Ms. Stone turned to face the shapely brat with a stern expression.

 "He is home with his mother," The teacher coolly informed. "If you would like to see him again then you will have to talk with her. And I suggest you start by apologizing for taking her son."

 Chelsea's face twisted in anger as she cried out in protest. She hated how casually Ms. Stone had snatched away her little boyfriend. The middle-aged woman clearly didn't understand the bond between a girl and her boy toy. For a moment, Chelsea felt the instinctive urge to slap her hand on the desk and crush little Adam into a paste just to inflict a similar pain onto Ms. Stone. But she stopped herself. A part of her knew that wouldn't end well for her. She huffed and stomped to the other end of the room, her thighs jiggling in her short cheer skirt.

 Claire watched with some amusement as the blonde brat threw her little hissy fit. The overweight schoolgirl held some resentment against the spoiled girl. Claire looked down at Adam. The expression on his weary face looked similar to the one he had after Ms. Stone had fished him out of her backside. The girl blushed at the memory. A part of her still felt the urge to scoop up his limp little body from the desk and stuff him safely into the back of her panties. There he would be protected from the cruel girls who had roughly played with him and left him like this. It wasn't fair! But from the goofy grin on his little face, perhaps he was truly happier here with Ms. Stone, being used as a teaching prop for her demonstrations. His grin was either from satisfaction or delirium. She couldn't tell. The chubby schoolgirl turned to face Ms. Stone.

 "Is Adam going to be okay?" She asked with a hint of concern.

 "He will be fine," Ms. Stone answered with a soft smile. "After we are done here, I will take him home, get him cleaned up, and get some food in that little belly of his."

 The teacher's delicate hand scooped up Adam's limp form like a rag doll. She tucked the tiny student snugly inside her ample bosom, fixing her blouse. Then, she gently nudged Claire's shoulder, leading her to her desk.

 "Detention lasts an hour. I am sure you have homework to do," The teacher suggested. "Or you could work on that three-paragraph essay about your experience with Adam; the one you promised me earlier."

 Claire nodded solemnly and took her seat. Chelsea sat in a chair at the other end of the room, using her fingernails to toy with the eraser end of a pencil and occasionally shooting hateful glares at Claire and Ms. Stone. Ms. Stone sat at the front with her legs crossed and her high heel idly twirling in the air. She would occasionally squirm and stifle a giggle at the ticklish feeling of her miniature student squirming around within her bosom.

 About thirty minutes later, Ms. Stone glanced up at the clock and noted the time.

 "Detention is over, girls," She announced with a sigh of relief. "You may go home, now. I expect to see you, tomorrow bright and early."

 As the girls filed out of the classroom, Claire momentarily paused, setting a single piece of paper on the teacher's desk. Ms. Stone gave the girl a polite nod and held up the paper, reading it over with a knowing smile. She softly chuckled at the pink hearts that lined its border. Claire evidently had an artistic side.

***

 Adam is very cute and adorable. I love how tiny and naked he is. I love his teary grey eyes and how he looks up at me like a lost puppy.

 I am sorry that I made fun of his little penis in front of all the other girls. It is actually very cute and kinda big for his shrunken size. Also, it is fun to play with and watch him squirm in my hand, especially when he makes that cute squeaking sound. Watching him spurt on my fingertip was so funny and adorable.

 I used to think he was just another dorky guy, but he is actually kinda fit and attractive in a cute and nerdy way. And holding him at doll size is just so exciting that I want to squeeze him! (Lovingly of course) I am sorry that I put him in the back of my panties, but I would do it again if it meant keeping him safe from those mean bullies. Besides, I think he kinda liked it back there.

 I am sorry that I tried to take him away from Ms. Stone. I hope Adam and Ms. Stone will forgive me and that I can have more opportunities to play with him. I promise to play nicely.

***

 Ms. Stone set the paper down on her desk and smiled to herself. The tiny student in her bosom had settled down and had possibly fallen asleep. She could feel his warm little breaths tickle her skin as his soft body nestled between her breasts. She moved her shoulders to gently squeeze her pillows together, just to make sure the mini guy was secure. Perhaps in the future, she would arrange a playdate between the boy and his not-so-little admirer. But for now, she needed to get him home for some much-needed care. He had had quite the eventful school day.