Class Pet: Chapter 12

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

 Adam and Josh meet the ladies in the school office.

 Ms. Stone hummed to herself as she walked down the school hallway, carrying two miniature students, one in each hand. Their little bodies felt so soft in her palms; their skin freshly bathed. She gently flexed her fingers, just to feel their squirms and hear their cute little moans and squeaks. Their toy-like bodies trembled and grew warmer in the confines of her closed fists. Their little faces peeked up at her pleadingly, flushed with embarrassed arousal. The teacher giggled to herself. All it took was a simple movement on her part for the two handsome boy toys to have such a cutesy reaction.

 Ms. Stone stifled her laughter and muted her features. She had a responsibility after all. She smiled and nodded to the receptionist as she entered the school office. Walking over to a nearby desk, she set her two tiny students on the surface. As her fingers released, the two naked boys stumbled a bit before finding their footing. They sheepishly placed their hands over their privates, glancing at one another and then looking back up at their titanic teacher with nervous expressions. Ms. Stone smiled down at them proudly. She was deeply amused at how they stood vulnerably and peered up at her like two lost puppies.

 "So, these are your two little rescues?" The receptionist joked peeking over Ms. Stone's shoulder to catch a glimpse at the two tiny students.

 A few other office ladies gathered around the desk to admire the adorably handsome mini-students, making teasing remarks and chit-chatting amongst themselves as they poked manicured fingers at their little bodies.

 "These are the two," Ms. Stone answered with a smirk, her eyes not leaving her two little responsibilities. "I basically had to pry them from the grubby hands of those snot-nosed girls. Seriously. You wouldn't believe some of the monsters we teach at this school."

 The other ladies snickered in agreement, continuing to toy with the two terrified teens on the table.

 "You would never guess where I found this one," Ms. Stone quipped, snatching Adam up from the desk as he squeaked in surprise. "Let's just say some of our girls like to keep their little boy toys very close on their person."

 As she said this, she casually gestured to her backside, which was clad in a slim pencil skirt that accentuated her plump curves. A few of the women gasped.

 "They wouldn't dare!" One protested in outrage. "Not to such a cute little guy!"

 The others covered their mouths and giggled like schoolgirls, despite their grown age. Ms. Stone possessively cradled Adam on her palm and pet him affectionately.

 "Luckily, I was there to put an end to that," She assured, giving the little man in her hand a knowing wink.

 "This one is super ripped up!" One of the office ladies interrupted, leaning uncomfortably close to Josh, who blushed and cowered under all the attention from the giant women. "Look at those firm little muscles."

 "Isn't that the football player who went missing last week?" Another questioned.

 Ms. Stone smiled and tapped her fingernail on the desk near Josh's bare feet.

 "It is indeed. This little guy was hiding out inside that bratty cheerleader's bra, you all remember Chelsea?" Ms. Stone explained. "He was in really bad shape when I found him. I don't think she was feeding or watering him."

 The group of gals cooed sympathetically, caressing the miniature jock with their manicured fingers and petting him comfortingly. Josh yelped and squirmed shyly under their overwhelming and affectionate touch, attempting to shield his nudity from their groping digits.

 "I called his mother to let her know we found him," Ms. Stone continued. "She is on her way, right now, to pick him up."

 As if on cue, a middle-aged woman with a mousey demeanor wandered into the office, carrying a leather purse, her short stature dressed in a flowery yet somewhat frumpy dress. Her eyes appeared bloodshot and her cheeks were stained from tears. She hesitantly approached the group of office women.

 "Excuse me," She questioned timidly. "I received a call about my son?"

 The party of fawning ladies smiled guiltily and backed away from the table, revealing the miniature boy where he awkwardly stood. Giant mother and tiny son stared at each other, for a moment. Then, the mother dropped toward the table and scooped up her little boy, bringing him close to her face for a barrage of teary kisses.

 "Oh, Joshy," She whimpered lovingly in between kisses. "I thought I lost you. I thought I would never see you again."

 Josh squeaked and squirmed, overwhelmed by his giant mother's smothering love. He reached his little hand up to caress her blushing cheek, clearly happy to be in the hands of someone who truly cared for him. The woman smiled softly and carefully lowered her little boy into her leather purse. The circle of office ladies watched the reunion, manicured fingers delicately wiping at tears and hands clasped together over hearts, visibly moved by the touching reunion. The mother composed herself and looked up at the gathered women.

 "Who found him?" She questioned shakily.

 Ms. Stone stepped forward, smiling with pride and sympathy.

 "I found him in the possession of one of our more troublesome students," She explained. "Don't worry. The student is being dealt with accordingly."

 The mother pounced forward and wrapped her arms around Ms. Stone, hugging her in a tight embrace.

 "Thank you so very much," The mother whispered tearily. "I can never repay or thank you enough."

 Ms. Stone's eyes widened, surprised by the gesture. Her body awkwardly went stiff, for a moment. Then, she relaxed and returned the hug, still holding Adam securely in her hand as she gently pressed his helpless form against the weepy woman's back.

 Adam yelped in surprise as Ms. Stone's hand wrapped snugly around his nude body and carried him around to the back of the mother's dress, gently pressing his face against the soft fabric patterned with flora. He whined and slightly squirmed in the grip of his giant teacher, but he eventually resigned himself as the unwilling participant in the two giantess' heartwarming hug. He blushed and nuzzled his little face into the soft flowery fabric, breathing in the goddess-sized mother's sweet perfume.

 Adam closed his eyes and relaxed against the massive cozy body, dreaming of a simpler time. He wondered if he would receive the same loving reunion with his own mother, but deep down he knew the harsh truth: His mother was not so matronly.