Class Pet: Chapter 10

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

 Ms. Stone rescues Adam from Claire's plump backside, and the group of unruly girls face the consequences of their actions.

 Ms. Stone noticed Adam, her adorable little responsibility, was missing seconds after Claire had smuggled him away. The young teacher knew something like this might happen. Her students were often impulsive and possessive around the cute diminished boys, taking them as toys or pets. Some schoolgirls were more rough on their boy toys than others.

 She had heard gossip from a janitor, who had found one unfortunate shrunken student trapped in clumps of bubble gum on the underside of a cafeteria table. The poor boy had been stuck there for hours. His poor three-inch tall body was covered in small cuts and bruises. Someone had used their long fingernails to pinch his tiny torso and limbs, leaving little red marks all over his skin, especially around his chest and the intimate parts of his lower body. Luckily, his injuries were only skin deep and he was able to make a full recovery. At least, that is what Ms. Stone had heard through the grapevine. The young teacher wasn't sure who would be so torturously playful with their claimed toy classmate; perhaps a certain boisterous girl who was willing to steal from her classroom.

 Ms. Stone didn't think Claire was capable of such cruelty, but she wasn't certain. Either way, the strict teacher was not too happy that her adorable pet student had been kidnapped. She exited her classroom in search of Claire and her lost shrunken student. And it didn't take long for Ms. Stone to stumble upon Claire's trail. A group of three snot-nosed cheerleaders basically showed the way. Ms. Stone spotted them entering the ladies' room, their athletic legs strutting inconspicuously in their short cheer skirts.

 The sharp-witted teacher followed and listened curiously on the outside of the door. Ms. Stone heard the girls fighting over the restroom stall door. She witnessed the brewing conflict between Claire and the group of cheerleaders. And she had seen the heads of blonde hair fly about through the air as screeching schoolgirls struggled. That was when Ms. Stone decided it was time for her to step in and put an end to the ridiculous scene.

 The group of tussling schoolgirls paused and went wide-eyed as the teacher entered. They had learned to fear and respect the woman over the years. Ms. Stone scolded both parties, ensuring Claire knew how disappointed she was in her sneaky behavior. All four schoolgirls stood up in a straight line and hung their heads, shamefully rubbing their bruises.

 Ms. Stone turned to Claire and demanded Adam be returned to her. Claire guiltily stared at the floor and slowly lifted the back of her skirt, gesturing toward the back of her panties, where a small lump struggled weakly under the thin fabric. The other three girls giggled with snarky amusement but were quickly shushed by Ms. Stone's stern glare.

 The teacher delicately pulled open the back of the embarrassed schoolgirl's panties and peered inside. Stuffed between the girl's plump butt cheeks was the pretty diminished schoolboy Ms. Stone had been searching for, his blushing cheeks squished together as he looked up at her pleadingly, trapped between the two pillowy masses. It was a comical and cutesy sight. Ms. Stone thought it was almost arousing how the beautiful mini boy was so thoroughly dominated and smothered by such an intimate part of the chubby schoolgirl's body.

 Adam moaned weakly as a large pair of manicured fingers gently clasped around his shoulders and slowly pulled him up the slope of Claire's fleshy rump. His sexually exhausted body slid smoothly against her sweaty skin before he was pulled up and out into freedom. The cool air felt soothing against his overheated skin as he was released from the smelly sauna that was Claire's backside.

 He dangled there in the open air, for a moment, before he was gingerly lowered into Ms. Stone's open palm. He lay limply in her hand. His body was coated in Claire's butt sweat, and his hair was a mess. Ms. Stone nudged him with her fingertip, looking him over and ensuring he wasn't injured. Then, her attention turned back to Claire.

 "You shouldn't shove diminished classmates into such an unsanitary place," The unhappy teacher chided. "This is some very unladylike behavior."

 Claire blushed out of shame.

 "I was only trying to protect and keep him safe," the flustered girl pleaded her case. "THEY were trying to steal him away."

 She pointed an accusatory finger at the other three girls. Ms. Stone nodded in understanding.

 "That may be the case, but you still disobeyed me and stole him from my classroom," The tall teacher lectured firmly. "And for that, you have earned yourself a detention."

 "Yes, Ms. Stone," Claire sighed and agreed grimly, saddened that she had lost her boy toy.

 Ms. Stone kept a stern expression, but inside, she felt a slight pang of guilt, having broken up the lonely girl's attachment. But the young lady needed to learn. Adam was HER responsibility and HER pet student. He wasn't a buttplug. But still, she couldn't help but sympathize with the misguided girl.

 "Don't look so down, Ms. Claire," Ms. Stone encouraged with a soft smile. "Adam is staying with me. So, you will see your little friend again in detention."

 Claire nodded and smiled weakly. She solemnly turned and walked toward the exit, passing the three cheerleaders along the way. The three snobby girls made faces and stuck out their tongues as Claire passed. Ms. Stone shot the three a disapproving glare. That's when something caught her eye; a slight movement in the one cheerleader's cleavage, Chelsea.

 Ms. Stone's manicured fingers were as quick as they were precise, reaching into Chelsea's blouse and snatching the wriggling little creature within. She held the struggling thing close to her face to get a better look at him. It appeared to be a diminished boy with an extremely muscular and fit physique. The miniature boy looked more beat-up and sexually exhausted than Adam. His firm figure was coated in boob sweat, and lipstick stains covered most of his body, especially his tired face and drained privates.

 "Aha! Well, if it isn't Josh, our star athlete," Ms. Stone mused triumphantly. "So, that is where you disappeared to."

 "Hey! That's my mini-boyfriend!" Chelsea screeched in outrage. "Give him back!"

 Ms. Stone held the miniature jock high in the air, out of the angered cheerleader's reach.

 "Now, now," The woman spoke with calm authority. "You can have your little boyfriend back after I have notified his parents, letting them know he has been found. And the three of you can join Claire in detention. I will not tolerate fighting in my school."

 Chelsea huffed and stomped out of the room, her two fellow cheerleaders following closely behind.

 Ms. Stone stood there in the empty restroom and smiled reassuringly at the two naked schoolboys, tiny and one in each hand.

 "Those crazed hormonal brats are going to be the death of me," The teacher murmured to herself as she carried the boys over to the sink for a much-needed wash.