Class Pet: Chapter 13

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

 Giantess teacher and miniature student both have mixed feelings about their unconventional arrangement.

 Adam sat in Ms. Stone's palm and watched Josh's mother slowly walk away, leaving the school with her pocket-sized son in her purse. A part of him wished that he could leave with them. The giantess mother seemed so caring and loving toward her tiny son. Adam would have willingly gone with them if it meant escaping this nightmare school filled with humongous hormonal schoolgirls and school staff who saw shrunken students as little more than novelty boy toys.

 He curled up on Ms. Stone's soft palm, awkwardly shifting his bare bottom on the fleshy surface and hugging his legs together, ensuring his genitals wouldn't come into contact with her warm skin. He reached out his comparatively slender hand and patted the nearby giant thumb, attempting to get the titanic teacher's attention. Her looming visage slowly turned to look down at him, her sharp features softening at the sight of her miniature student sitting nervously on her palm, his cute little fingers holding onto her thumb. She slowly lifted him close to her face.

 "Yes?" Ms. Stone questioned, her minty breath brushing warmly over his tiny nude body. "Did you need something, little one?"

 Adam swallowed the lump in his throat, inherently nervous under the behemoth teacher's sharp eyes.

 "H-how come he gets to go home?" The timid boy questioned anxiously. "Why didn't you call my mom?"

 As he spoke, Ms. Stone slightly turned her head and brought him close to her ear so she could hear his faint protest. Then, she brought him back in front of her face, simpering softly and slowly shaking her head.

 "Oh, you sweet naive boy," the gigantic woman teased affectionately. "Of course, I called your parents. But I couldn't get a hold of your father…"

 Adam nodded embarrassedly. His father had been out of the picture for some years now.

 "And as for your mother," Ms. Stone continued. "Well, when I spoke to her, she let me know she was out of state on a business trip. And she won't be back for at least three days."

 Adam scowled and hung his head, grumbling to himself. This was exactly like his mother, always putting her job and career first before everything, even her own child. The boy often wondered if his mother's career-centric behavior was what drove his father away.

 Ms. Stone's carefree smile fell into a sympathetic frown. Typically, she didn't care much about the feelings of Shrinkers. Yes, it was unfortunate the poor boys lost their size and autonomy. But most of them were so pathetically puny that it was difficult for her to see them as human beings. They were more like cute little animals or novelty playthings. She didn't hate them or wish them harm; nothing like that. She was just preoccupied with living her own life, apathetic to the plight of the little people. So, why did she feel sad all of a sudden?

 Ms. Stone looked down at the diminutive student curled up in her hand. He was so small and helpless, trembling slightly against her skin as he sat naked and vulnerable. His little head hung dejectedly. The normally stern teacher felt a warm feeling rise in her chest. The strange feeling cracked at the seams of her stony heart if only just a little.

 Adam flinched as Ms. Stone's manicured finger delicately caressed his chin. Her giant fingertip felt so tender like it was barely touching him as it slowly lifted his head, forcing him to meet her gaze. His breath hitched as he looked into the gigantic woman's eyes. There was something different about her large green irises, a strange benevolence he hadn't noticed before.

 "Don't look so down. You will stay with me until your mother returns," Ms. Stone reassured, her giant voice like a gentle waterfall to the tiny schoolboy.

 She cupped her fingers around and held him close to her chest. Adam began to whine in protest but was interrupted by the movement, his rear sliding down the slope of her soft palm, and his back gently landing against the cozy fabric of her blouse. The boy blushed and shyly adjusted himself to the new position. He still wasn't used to the feeling of being held, his nude body exposed to the gentle yet overwhelmingly-sized caress.

 Adam felt the urge to kick and fight against the controlling hands. He didn't want to stay here with his gigantic teacher. He wanted to go home. But he realized he didn't exactly have a better option. And the way Ms. Stone cradled him so tenderly tempered his brewing tantrum.

 The skin of Ms. Stone's palm was warm and supple with an almost imperceptibly thin sheen of perspiration. The inviting scent of a fruity hand lotion clouded his senses. It smelled of sweet honey and succulent strawberries.

 Adam leaned his head back, resting against the soft fabric of the giantess teacher's blouse and feeling her warm pillowy bosom underneath. He looked up the slope of her body, peering at her towering visage. Ms. Stone met his gaze, smiling down at him like a benevolent goddess. Then, she looked straight ahead, giving him a view at the underside of her sharp chin, elegant in shape. Her body gently rocked with the motion of her steps, the soft sway of her bosom lulling him into a state of relaxation.

 Adam continued to gaze up at her, contemplating her strange caring behavior. The "Ms. Stone" he knew from class was harshly strict with a no-nonsense aura. The woman that held him now seemed like a completely different person, not just because of her statuesque features, but because of how delicately she handled him and the affection in her green eyes. Despite the sadness and worry he felt at his new size and reality, he couldn't deny the warm comfort he felt, as the goddess-like teacher carried him along pressed against her caring bosom.

 Ms. Stone slowly opened the door to her classroom. The students were scattered around the room, chatting and looking out the window, some busying themselves on their phones. They had grown impatient in the absence of their teacher. Ms. Stone cleared her throat, still cradling her cute little pet student against her bosom.

 "My apologies, girls. Please return to your seats," She instructed with gentle authority. "We have a little guest who will be joining us today. So, I expect you all to be on your best behavior."

 Adam's heart sank. The anxious fear of being seen by more careless colossal classmates rose up inside him. He nuzzled against Ms. Stone's warm bosom, attempting to hide himself among the soft folds of her blouse, pleading for its protection.