My Teacher's a Real Witch! Chapter 2

A shrunken troublemaker is trapped inside a pumpkin.

 Derek cursed to himself as he stumbled around in the darkness of the pumpkin. Cold orange slime stuck to nearly every surface of his nude body. He tripped over a pumpkin seed, which was as large as his torso, and his face smooshed against the soft interior wall. Screaming with frustration, he attempted to pull the pumpkin innards from his short brown hair.

 "This can't be happening! This can't be happening!" He repeated over & over again with rising panic.

 One moment, he had been beaming eggs at his strict calculus teacher's house, and the next, he was completely naked & staring up at a gigantic version of Ms. Baker. It was like something from a nightmare!

 The tiny boy sat inside the dark & stuffy pumpkin & contemplated the events that led up to this situation. Derek despised the authoritarian woman who was his math teacher. She ran her classroom like a military encampment. On top of that, she seemed to have it out for him, berating him in front of the whole class almost every day simply because he sometimes talked & goofed around with his friends. And worst of all, he seemed to be the only one in class who disliked her. All his classmates ever talked about was how hot Ms. Baker was, how her thighs jiggled when she walked, or how the buttons on her blouse would sometimes come undone & expose a few extra inches of her cleavage. She was one of the youngest teachers in his high school, being in her late twenties. But Derek would never admit to her beauty. She was too much of an uptight bitch. The fact that his grade had fallen below passing & had cost him his varsity position on the football team had been the last straw. He had thirsted for revenge, and Halloween had seemed like the perfect opportunity for some juicy payback. But now, as he sat cramped in a pumpkin filled with cool sludge, he started to regret his vengeful actions.

 Derek heard movement outside of his pumpkin prison. How long was Ms. Baker going to keep him trapped in here? Maybe she had already forgotten about him, and he'd be left to suffocate or starve. Or perhaps she'd continue carving the pumpkin in which he resided. He trembled at the thought of a massive knife cutting through the pumpkin as it approached his trapped form. His panicked presumptions were interrupted as the top of the pumpkin lifted & blinding light illuminated his messy surroundings.

 The light became partially blocked as Ms. Baker's looming head peered in. Her eyes sparkled with excitement behind her thick-rimmed glasses. A small giggle escaped her lips, probably at the sight of his little bare body painted in orange pumpkin guts. Her slender hand reached into the opening, gripping him about the waist, and pulled him into the light. He felt supremely violated as her supple fingers squeezed around him, kneading the pumpkin slime that coated his nude body deeper into his skin. His body stiffened as her pinkie enfolded around his manhood. She brought his sticky little form up to her massive smirking face, where there was the faint scent of alcohol on her breath.

 "So, how was your time inside my pumpkin?" Ms. Baker asked in a chuffed tone, "Did you get a chance to rethink your behavior?"

 Derek was too overwhelmed by her immense size to answer. Giggling at his wide-eyed expression, she released him into the standing position on the kitchen table. He stumbled back a few steps as he timidly looked up at her. His eyes flowed up the curve of her body & up to the breasts that so many of his classmates craved. They seemed like distant mountains held snug in a black blouse with an ample amount of cleavage showing. Then he noticed her green eyes watching him curiously. However, her eyes didn't meet his. Instead, they scrutinized his exposed little body while a strange hunger brewed inside her pupils. Remembering his nakedness, he placed his trembling hands over his crotch. The looming witch chuckled deeply, amused by his bashfulness.

 "I somehow shrank you itsy bitsy," the giantess drawled like she was talking to herself, "Isn't that crazy?"

 She brought her hand up to her face & curiously flicked her fingers as if expecting sparks of magic to flame off her digits. The petty student closed his eyes & sat curled on the tablecloth. He knew this couldn't be real. This had to be some kind of nightmare. He kept his eyelids sealed tight. He prayed that when he opened them, he would be in his bed at home or passed out on Ms. Baker's front lawn.

 Derek squeezed his eyes closed & counted, "1, 2, 3."

 His eyes widened to Ms. Baker's behemoth face mere inches away. A playful smirk spread across her face. Her imposing nostrils blew wine-tainted warm air over his body. Her dark hair curled around the young man like a canopy.

 "What are you doing?" The giant woman questioned playfully.

 Derek stumbled backward from her intimidating face as it was uncomfortably close.

 "This can't be real!" He wailed, "I'm dreaming; this has to be a dream!"

 He shook his head back & forth in panicked denial. Ms. Baker chuckled at the miniature lad freaking out on her table. She gently stroked a finger through his short brown hair. The finger dwarfed his entire body, and Derek trembled at its touch.

 "Shhh... there's no need to fret," she spoke in a soothing tone, "I don't know what happened or how I shrank you, but I won't let anything bad happen to you at this size. I think this will be a golden learning opportunity."

 Her words broke Derek out of his state of desperate denial & thrust him into one of pure rage. He was tiny now, maybe 5 or 6 inches, and this was supposed to be a "learning opportunity"? And her monstrous digit petting his head & down the back of his neck made him feel like he was being treated very condescendingly. Derek stood & stomped his tiny feet. He beat his puny fist against her finger in a fit of rage.

 "You crazy bitch! Look at how small I am now!" Derek roared, yet it sounded like tiny squeaks to his giant teacher, "I always knew there was something off about you in school, but I never expected you to be an old hag!"

 Ms. Baker withdrew her finger, taken aback by the boy's sudden change in demeanor. His puny fist swinging against her finger didn't hurt in the slightest, only tickling her skin. But she still crossed her arms & glared down disapprovingly at the rowdy boy. Derek had seen that very same scowl many times in class. Only now, it was magnified a hundredfold. Despite his trembling knees, he stood defiantly, taking up a similar posture & facial expression to that of the giant woman.

 "Now change me back to normal size," his voice cracked despite how confident & demanding he tried to appear.

 Suddenly, the woman's manicured fingers gripped the boy by his hips & lifted him high into the air. He flailed his limbs wildly in a desperate attempt to find purchase in the woman's clammy digits. But instead, he found himself dangled before his monolithic teacher's face, her ridged fingertips holding him firmly & squishing his butt cheeks together.

 Ms. Baker turned his body to get a good look at his clenched little ass & desperately kicking feet. Her stern expression dissipated & turned mischievous as she spied the young man's privates from the back hanging between his legs. His balls were pathetically small, just like the rest of his little nude body.

 "W-what are you doing?" Derek questioned, his voice rising with fear.

 She gave her digits a playful squeeze, savoring the slight resistance of his plump cheeks.

 "I'm going to teach you a lesson, which your parents should've taught you," the woman purred.

 She slowly brought her free hand up. Her finger flicked, and her manicured nail collided against his exposed buns with an awful smack. His little frame jolted from the impact. His legs ceased their useless kicking & straightened as he squealed with pain & surprise. Her finger spanked his rear again, harder this time. Tears fountained from his eyes, and he thrashed about hysterically. He couldn't believe his giant math teacher was spanking his naked butt. Humiliation permeated him with each bone-shaking impact from the woman's polished fingernail.

 Meanwhile, Ms. Baker was supremely satisfied with her domination over the bratty student. There had been many parent-teacher meetings with the boy's parents, where she had to suppress herself from pointing out their failure to teach respect. But now, she had the perfect opportunity to step in where they had failed him. She would form him into a respectable young man, whether he wanted it or not. Additionally, there was the illicit thrill she gleaned from dangling the naked boy & prodding him with her fingers. The feeling of his little muscular body trembling in anxious preparation for each dainty flick from her finger sent goosebumps up her arm. She licked her lips at the sight of his toned thighs & well-rounded ass reddening from each impact.

 "I wish all my students were this size," she daydreamed while turning the naked young man about in her fingers, "Life would be so much easier."

 That's when she felt it; a firm little nub poking against her finger. A surprised yet amused look washed over her face. She brought the fearfully trembling boy closer to her face, and her pupils dilated at the sight of his little half-inch dick standing ramrod straight.

 "It looks like I have a naughty little boy who enjoyed his punishment," she feigned disappointment, "You're gross, Mr. Collins."

 Her large dewy fingertip nudged his erection, and her laughter boomed from above. Derek squirmed in a vain attempt to cover his embarrassing arousal. However, Ms. Bakers' fingers were too dexterous, pinning his arms to his sides. He cursed his inability to keep his teenage hormones under control. How had this authoritarian snob of a woman elicited such a fiery response from his lower head? Maybe it was the way her sweaty hands gripped him so powerfully. Or how he could distinguish each ridge of her textured fingertips against his bare skin. Maybe, he really was a masochist who secretly enjoyed having his little ass pounded by his math teacher's unyielding fingernail. Or maybe, it was the overwhelming feeling of being completely dominated by a few manicured digits, like he was being punished by a vengeful goddess, the fear pumping his blood & forcing a physical reaction. Whatever it was, it allowed his little member to rise to full attention, spurred on by the woman's playful prodding.

 "Fascinating..." Ms. Baker whispered breathily, "It's so tiny."

 Derek thought he might die from embarrassment as he hung naked, his budding erection displayed openly before his giant teacher's hungry green eyes. The woman's creamy finger coerced its way between his meaty thighs & caressed him from taint to tip with unbridled amusement. He squeezed the powerful digit with his legs, desperate to slow the rapidly escalating situation. Her finger wiggled & rubbed along his package & the underside of his cock, and he was over the edge. His hips convulsed against her finger & he groaned with tainted relief as he rode through the most embarrassing orgasm of his life.

 Ms. Baker watched with wide-eyed fascination as his minuscule load plopped onto her finger. She felt her nipples grow firm at the feeling of his little body writhing against her grasp.

 "Naughty boy," She murmured teasingly.