Class Pet: Chapter 11

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

 Josh is saved from his colossal cheerleading girlfriend and washed in Ms. Stone's capable hands.

 Josh looked around blearily. It was a strange feeling to be willingly held in the open air, free from Chelsea's smothering breasts. He felt relieved. But there was also the uncanny feeling of being more vulnerable and naked now than he already was. After all, his girlfriend's gigantic breasts had been as soft and protective as they had been constricting. He recalled the instant he had shrunken to the size of an action figure, standing helplessly on the open field after school. At that moment, his once ditzy yet lovable girlfriend became an intimidating and forcefully possessive giantess. She had snatched him up out of his oversized football uniform and immediately tucked him inside her bosom.

 Josh wasn't sure how much time had passed since then. Chelsea had rarely let him out of her bra. And when she did, it was only to admire his nude muscular physique or to rub her fingers and puffy wet lips over every inch of his exposed form. Each time he had attempted to reason with her, pleading for his freedom, the possessive blonde merely cooed over how cute he looked begging in his tiny voice. Time had slipped away from him in the smothering darkness of Chelsea's cleavage, where all he had left to look forward to was the next time she would take him out to play. He wasn't sure if he had been in his giant girlfriend's quote-on-quote "care" for days or weeks. But he was thankful to be in the hands of someone who would hopefully remember his basic needs.

 Josh dizzily looked up at Ms. Stone's massive face, her thin lips and soft eyes smiling down at him reassuringly. He had taken a few of her classes, in the past, but he didn't know her very well. She always seemed very serious.

 The giant teacher calmly carried him as she walked through what appeared to be the school bathroom. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted another shrunken boy around his age perched in the giantess' other hand. Josh didn't recognize him. But by the way Ms. Stone carried the boy so protectively, Josh wondered if he was her son. Although, he wasn't sure if Ms. Stone had any kids.

 Josh weakly yelped with surprise as Ms. Stone's giant hand lowered him into the bathroom sink. Her opposite hand set the other boy on the countertop. Then, it reached forward and turned the sink's faucet, testing the water's temperature with her finger. It was then that Josh realized the giantess teacher meant to bathe him.

 He understood why. After spending so much time in Chelsea's possessive bosom with the only washing he received being in boob sweat, he could only imagine how filthy he appeared, not to mention the red lipstick stains that patterned his skin. But that didn't make this situation any less embarrassing. His nude body trembled slightly as Ms. Stone's manicured fingers delicately lowered him into the lukewarm water.

 Josh sighed with relief and his muscles loosened as the refreshing water soothed his overheated skin. His lips parted and the revitalizing water wet his dry throat. He didn't care that he was basically drinking his own bath water. Over the past few days, all he had had to drink was his giant girlfriend's boob sweat. Getting a gentle bath from his gigantic teacher was a much-needed change of pace. He closed his eyes and relaxed as the benevolent giantess collected a dab of hand soap on her fingertip and rubbed it into his body with a slow circular motion. The colossal woman seemed to be taking her time, feeling up his miniature body and running her fingers along his pectorals. But Josh didn't mind. He was far too exhausted from the mistreatment he had endured to care. Besides, Ms. Stone's soft fingertips felt nice against his skin.

 The giantess' fingers slowly rubbed lower and lower. Josh's eyes widened as her doughy digits softly nudged and rubbed along his privates, caressing his balls unbridledly. He yelped and squirmed weakly, surprised at the physical contact, his limbs splashing in the water around him. Ms. Stone cooed, and her fingers wrapped snugly around his waist, forcing his nude bottom to remain seated in her palm.

 "Shhh… no fussing," The kindly giantess shushed softly. "I need to make sure every part of you is clean."

 Her soapy fingertips continued to massage his little package tenderly. The miniature boy blushed as his member grew half-erect. If Chelsea hadn't drained him so thoroughly over the past few days then he was sure he would be on the verge of busting right about now. But alas, his body was so fatigued that it felt like he was stuck in a state of sexual limbo; unable to calm his hormones, yet unable to build up enough pressure for a release. His hands covered his reddened face as the gentle giantess continued slowly scrubbing her fingertips between his legs, her opposite digits delicately massaging his firm buttocks. The titanic teacher softly pinched his partially engorged member between the pads of her fingertips, almost like she was giving him a little fingerjob. Josh moaned and squirmed in the woman's warm palm. He could feel the ridges in her fingertips as they stroked along his nerve. The stimulated boy looked up into Ms. Stone's looming face. He couldn't make out her expression past the water droplets dripping down his eyelashes, but he could tell that she was enjoying herself from how long she was spending washing his nethers. He only hoped she would stop pushing his button before this situation became ten times more embarrassing.

 Ms. Stone's cheeks faintly blushed and dimpled as she fondled the soapy little boy in her hands. She wasn't the type of woman who attended the school's sporting events, but she could appreciate a strong and athletic body, even if it was small enough to fit in the palm of her hand. From his glistening pecs and abs to his muscular little butt cheeks clenching together at her touch, the miniature boy was adorably handsome. She bit her lip as she continued to stroke him. She was so hypnotized by his tight little body that she didn't even realize how long she had been washing between his athletic legs.

 The chime of the school bell broke her out of her trance. Ms. Stone glanced up at the clock, then back down at her two tiny students. For a moment, she felt like a little girl again, playing with two pretty doll boys. She slowly lifted Josh from the water. Her manicured fingers held him over the sink and shook him slightly, air-drying him as she watched the water droplets drip down his toned physique. Then, she snagged one of the rough, brown paper towels from the nearby dispenser, using it to bundle up his little body before gently setting him on the counter. Her attention turned to Adam, who was seated patiently on the edge of the sink. She gave him a reassuring smile.

 "Now, it is your turn," Ms. Stone cooed like she was about to handle a puppy. "We need to make this quick. I don't want to keep my next class waiting."

 Adam squeaked as Ms. Stone's nimble fingers wrapped around his waist, lifting him from the counter and dunking him into the soapy water. He squirmed about and coughed as his head resurfaced. The amused woman cooed at his adorable little struggles and sounds.

 Adam blushed and braced himself as the giantess teacher's thick yet delicate fingers commenced scrubbing every inch of his nude body. Her warm hands cupped around and flexed rhythmically, forcing him to ride atop her thumb. He moaned and blushed with arousal as his manhood was periodically squished in a sudsy fingerfold. His wet legs squirmed and kicked as his bare feet slid against her slick skin, attempting to avoid another embarrassing orgasm. Luckily for his dignity, Ms. Stone wasn't as thorough with his washing, hastened by the school bell to return to her classroom.

 Her hands lifted him from the water and swaddled him inside another brown paper towel, setting him on the counter next to the other bundled boy. The young teacher stood above them with her hands on her hips, admiring her work. Her two little charges were freshly cleaned and safely cocooned, drying inside their makeshift towels. Her smile broke into a soft chuckle.

 "You two are just too much," Ms. Stone mused. "I'm tempted to start my very own small-scale collection of teensy students."