Class Pet: Chapter 3

WARNING: Sexually explicit content intended for adults. All characters are fictional & written to be 18 years or older. I repeat; all characters (Adam, Taylor, and their classmates) are 18 years old! Nowhere in the text below is a minor mentioned. If you are a Patreon reviewer, read the story below, and imagine it involving minors, then you are the problem.

 When you catch the Shrinking Virus, even the meek, nerdy girl appears to be an intimidating goddess. (Who is also a consenting adult!)

 Adam gasped as the warm fabric around him suddenly opened up, allowing light to shine into his hiding place. As his surroundings were illuminated, the shrunken boy realized he was tucked into the oversized folds of his boxer briefs, the brightly colored pattern on the fabric blown up to gigantic proportions. He would have been humiliated by the fact that his embracing underwear was put on display for the rest of his female classmates. However, he was too overcome by the fear that came with contracting the Shrinking Virus and dwindling down to such a puny size to care about silly embarrassment.

 He felt a giant shadow loom overhead, and he hesitantly peered upward. The frightful sight of his now giantess classmate caused him to stumble back further into the soft folds of his briefs.

 Taylor was one of the more nerdy and reserved girls in school, except for when it came to showing off her knowledge in class. But now, she appeared above him like a terrifying goddess. All the details of her features were much more noticeable now that she was seemingly humongous and her giant body was so close. Her bright red hair was done up in pigtails. And her thick-rimmed glasses sat slightly ajar on the bridge of her nose. Her pale skin was heavily dotted with cute, pink freckles. And her lips, which were dry and chapped, spread into a goofy grin that revealed her metallic braces. The trembling tiny boy looked her up and down. Her pale thighs stood close in front of him like two tall towers. From his low position on the chair, he could see the thin sliver of her bright, cotton-white panties peeking out from under the canopy of her plaid skirt. The dorky giantess leaned closer, a few of her stray red hairs falling around his cowering form.

 Taylor breathed heavily, evidently giddy with excitement at the prospect of digging a cute, shrunken classmate out of his own oversized clothes. The warm exhale of her pickled breath nearly toppled the boy over as it blew back his hair. Her slightly trembling fingers reached for his vulnerable, exposed form, a thin layer of dirt collecting under her unkempt fingernails.

 Adam attempted to scurry back away from the impossibly large hand, crawling under the fabric of his oversized boxer briefs. The looming goddess, who had just moments ago been his unassuming classmate, giggled with amusement at his fearful cowering. Her laughter sounded like rolling thunder, vibrating through his bones.

 Taylor playfully pulled and plucked at the schoolboy underwear, uncovering the tiny boy's hiding place like she was a cat toying with a mouse. The dorky girl was so enraptured by the little game that the classroom surroundings had seemingly faded away. She ignored her female classmates as they sat around her at their desks, some glaring at her, jealous that they hadn't been chosen to retrieve the cute, mini boy. At the front of the classroom, Ms. Stone stood and impatiently tapped her low high heel.

 "Don't doddle, Ms. Taylor," the teacher instructed firmly with a knowing, soft smirk on her face. "I asked you to retrieve Mr. Smith, not toy around with him."

 Taylor shook her head, seemingly pulling out of her trance and remembering the world around her.

 "Yes, Ms. Stone," the schoolgirl answered politely. "I will only be a moment."

 She turned back to the cowering, mini boy, a new determination in her excited eyes as she leered down at her prey.

 Adam desperately kicked his legs in an attempt to ward off the girl's powerful hand as it reached for his exposed, little body. But his struggles were useless as her eager fingers wrapped around his waist and hoisted him into the air. He squeaked and wriggled around like a fish-hooked guppy. But he was powerless against the young giantess' grasp as her warm palm enveloped his body, compressing against every inch of his naked skin. His heart went into his throat as he was lifted into the air and brought before Taylor's massive face.

 For the average-sized viewer, Taylor looked to be an average teenage schoolgirl, pleasantly cute in her dorky appearance. But for the miniature boy clutched in her tight grasp and held before her grinning braces and dimpled cheeks, she was an intimidating monster. Adam could hardly tremble or move at all as every part of his body below his neck was gently squished in the giant girl's palm, slightly damp from sweat. From the expression on her looming girlish face, she appeared to be taking great pleasure in holding him like this.

 Taylor certainly was enjoying this moment; the way Adam's beautifully rare, grey eyes looked up at her like a lost puppy. His warm little body slightly wriggling against her fingers sent a shiver up her arm. A part of her wished the cute schoolboy had shrunk when it was just the two of them alone together, that way she could keep him for herself without having to hand him over to Ms. Stone. But alas, she didn't want to disappoint her favorite teacher. She would have to make do with the fleeting moment they had together.

 She flexed her fingers and groped his naked, little body as she slowly turned to walk to the front of the class. It was such a titillating feeling. She literally held a human life in her all-powerful hand. She could feel every detail of his slim but impressively toned body trapped within her grasp. His hips and firm, little ass slightly moved against her palm as he awkwardly attempted to readjust himself. Taylor's cheeks blushed pink as she felt the tiny poke of the boy's manhood. Her curious brain, which flowed with teenage hormones, couldn't resist feeling him up. Her pinky wormed its way between the miniature boy's thighs. The poor little creature gasped and moaned. The sound was like the cute, little peeps of a mouse. His fleshy manhood felt so soft against her exploring fingertip, that is before the little thing began to move and grow harder. The strange little feeling flushed her cheeks further and caused a warmth to spread within the front of her panties. The nerdy girl tried to play it off and act casual as she slowly walked toward Ms. Stone, who looked at her expectantly.

 Adam groaned and squirmed. It felt like his vulnerable body was trapped within a warm, fleshy sleeping bag. And when the pinky finger of his giant captress began to poke around and tease his package, there was nothing he could do but moan and writhe helplessly. Her digit pushed his most sensitive part into her muggy finger crevice and forced it into awkward angles as she idly toyed with it. It felt like his body was betraying him as his member stiffened and made the situation all the more uncomfortable. He glanced around at the massive faces of his fellow classmates as he whizzed past, hoping to meet one of their gazes and plead for their help with the tortured expression on his face. But he knew this hope was in vain. He was just too small and helpless. Nobody but him and Taylor could tell what the girl was doing with her little finger. Adam squeezed his eyes shut and tried to focus on anything but his growing forced arousal.

 The tiny boy exhaled with relief as the giant girl's oppressive fingers finally released him. His bare feet met the teacher's smooth desktop, and his legs stumbled, shaky after being held so tightly and then suddenly released. He glared up at the giant, nerdy girl who had handled and groped him so roughly. She smiled down at him with the innocently enraptured expression a child might give a cute puppy. She looked at him like he wasn't even a human being, who had thoughts or feelings, like he was just an exciting new toy.

 Ms. Stone gently nudged Taylor's shoulder, once again, interrupting the trance she seemed to enter every time she got too close to the cute, mini boy.

 "You may return to your seat," the woman instructed softly.

 Taylor looked up and nodded with a flustered expression. She shot Adam one last chummy smirk before returning to her seat.

 Adam's nude body trembled on the desk as he looked up at Ms. Stone's towering form. Her giant, curved body seemed to stretch up for miles. A part of him wondered if this was all a strange dream. Maybe he had drifted off to sleep while he was fantasizing about his teacher's body during her lesson. This overwhelming view of Ms. Stone's gigantic body held snugly in her pencil skirt was all just something that his subconscious had conjured up as a result of his wandering eyes. In a few minutes, he would wake up with his normal-sized head resting on his desk. He prayed this was only a crazy dream. But deep down, he knew it wasn't. The way Ms. Stone looked down at him with her smug expression, the sea of female classmates gawking at him, and his freshly shrunken and terribly exposed body; it all felt too real.

 Suddenly, the more bubbly girl in class squealed in amusement, "Look at his little wiener! It's all pointy!"

 The whole room exploded with girlish laughter. (Also, they were consenting adults!)