Class Pet: Chapter 27 (Patreon)

Hello, my Tiny friends! Patreon took down the last post because of "Sexually Gratifying content between family members." I am guessing because Ms. Stone refers to herself as Adam's "mama bird," which is honestly hilarious and shows how little Patreon actually pays attention before flagging a post. I guess they would be offended by Sigmund Freud as well... But rest assured, every time they take down a post, I will be here to reupload it with some small tweaks and a cheeky little message calling out their Idiocracy. Thank you for your patience and support! ❤️❤️❤️

WARNING: Sexually explicit content intended for adults. All characters are fictional and written to be 18 years or older. Situations and scenes are fictional, and consent is implied. (Adam and Ms. Stone are not related to each other in any way besides teacher and student. Anyone, who would assume they are family-related because Ms. Stone teases Adam and names him "baby bird," displays their complete lack of cognition and their inability to read basic situations.)

Adam needs a time-out to get used to his life as a teacher's pet.

Adam sat inside the glass terrarium placed on top of the bookshelf in Ms. Stone's classroom. Through his reflection, he could see the rows of desks seating his giant classmates, most of them facing forward. But occasionally, a blonde or brunette head would turn to smile at him. He spotted Claire’s heavyset body among the seated girls. Her elbow rested on her desk, and she was seated sideways to face back at him, her light brown eyes staring with a dreamy expression, paying no attention at all to Ms. Stone's math lesson. The girl's chubby cheeks softly dimpled as she puckered her plush lips at him from across the room. Adam squinted at her disapprovingly, not that it mattered. Claire probably couldn't see the annoyed expression on his miniature face from that distance anyway.

Adam turned towards the front of the room and spotted the fiery hair of the first giantess he had ever witnessed, Taylor. The shrunken schoolboy still remembered how the unassuming nerdy redhead had stood above him in her plaid skirt like a behemoth monster. He saw the flashed memory of the girl's metallic braces smiling down at him menacingly, and her unkempt fingers ready to snatch him up. That memory would stick with the poor schoolboy for life.

He also noticed Chelsea, but the bratty head cheerleader had yet to look his direction all period. She was probably still upset about having her pet jock boyfriend confiscated. And, of course, Ms. Stone stood in her pencil skirt at the front of the classroom, marking on the whiteboard and explaining the written equation. Since Adam was released from the nurse's office, most of the girls had left him alone. Ms. Stone had allowed a few of the girls to reach into his enclosure and touch the top of his head with their fingertips, but that was about all the action the tiny schoolboy had seen. Evidently, Ms. Stone had heeded that nurse's advice and was giving him a small break. That was fine by him. His titanic teacher had even been kind enough to gift him a cotton ball to sit on and to hide his petite body behind. It was strange, sitting quietly in the classroom and looking past the backs of his classmates' heads to view Ms. Stone's lesson. He almost felt like he was regular size again, sitting at his school desk and listening to Ms. Stones slowly lull him into a trance. Adam reminisced on the numerous schooldays he had spent watching his math teacher pace back and forth in front of the whiteboard, his half-lidded eyes ogling her curvy body clad in that infamous pencil skirt. And he thought about how, in the past few days, he had gotten closer to that curvy body than he had ever assumed physically possible.

Suddenly, the school bell rang, and the class of colossal schoolgirls gathered their belongings as they filed out of the room. A few of the girls briefly paused by Adam's cage to get one last look at their adorable pet classmate, waving goodbye and giving him get-well wishes. And all Adam could do was sit on his cotton ball and stare up at them. He felt like a trapped little hamster.

The last girl finally shuffled out of the room, leaving Ms. Stone alone with her tiny pet student. Her plush lips formed into a soft smile as her gaze locked onto the small terrarium at the back of her classroom, the one containing her little charge.

Adam watched as Ms. Stone's massive form grew ever larger. Her thunderous thighs closed the distance between them, the rumbling sound of her high heels clacking on the smooth tiled floor. Her wide hips slowly swayed in her fitted pencil skirt. Her looming presence paused in front of his little cage. Adam leaned back on his cotton ball. He looked up past the twin peaks of his gigantic teacher's mountainous breasts, held snugly in a business casual blouse, to her sharply featured face, which smiled down on him with amusement and a hint of something else, maybe fondness? The miniature schoolboy watched as Ms. Stone's elegant fingers reached into his enclosure. He instinctively braced, expecting her giant, controlling hand to wrap around his naked little body and lift him into the open. But, instead, her pinched fingers released something onto the newspaper that lined the terrarium floor. Her red manicured fingernails unveiled the object, which appeared to be a torn-off corner of her lunch sandwich. The piece of bread was small for the average-sized person, but for Adam, it was more than he could hope to eat in a single sitting.

"I know you missed lunch," Ms. Stone explained coyly. "So, I saved you some of mine. I hope you like chicken."

Adam felt his little stomach rumble. His hungry eyes spotted the white meat and provolone stacked between the two pieces of wheat bread. He nearly drooled at the appetizing sight. He hadn't eaten anything since Ms. Stone had cut a slim slice of apple for him that morning. His hands reached out for the food, acting out of instinctive hunger rather than conscious thought. But suddenly, something crept into the back of his mind and gave him pause. He glanced up at Ms. Stone's looming visage. For several days, Adam had been trying to find the right time to communicate with his gigantic caretaker when she wasn't so distracted, to request that she quit parading him around. He wanted a different setup in the classroom besides a hamster cage, even if that meant sitting on her desk in the open. He wanted her students to stop treating him like a toy. He was sick of the women his age passing him around like an object, especially after his recent brush with death. The boy knew from past experiences that if he tried to voice his complaints now, Ms. Stone would likely ignore his squeaky little voice and tell him to "eat up his sandwich." This realized unfairness filled him with the sudden urge to rebel. The small schoolboy stuck up his nose at the tempting sandwich and turned his head away.

"What's the matter?" Ms. Stone questioned sweetly. "You don't like chicken? Or is it the cheese? There's plenty of bread, so go ahead and eat around the parts you don't like."

She leaned a bit closer so that her nose almost touched the glass. Her hazel green eyes watched her miniature student expectantly. But the boy only looked at her with that pouty expression on his little face. Then, he turned away from her again.

Ms. Stone's soft smile dropped into a disappointed frown. Normally, whenever the boy acted all fussy like this, Ms. Stone would simply nuzzle him against her erect nipple until his squirms increased with the heat of his passion and desperation. And she wouldn't stop until he squirted the little droplets of his satisfaction. That always seemed to raise his spirits a bit. But Ms. Penny, the school nurse, had prescribed the boy a break from using his little appendage. Ms. Stone realized that she would have to think on her feet. Her manicured fingernail tapped on the glass, momentarily causing the tiny boy to look up at her again.

"Hey. I get it. You don't like the cage. But it's more comfortable with that cotton ball Ms. Penny let us borrow, right? I will let you out of there after this last period. But I need you to be a good boy and eat up, okay?" Ms. Stone gently urged. "A boy your age needs all his daily nutrients to grow big and strong."

The miniature schoolboy eyed the small sandwich, seemingly contemplating his teacher's words. But like an immature teenager, he immediately went back to sulking in the corner. Ms. Stone scoffed and stood up straight. She didn't understand why her tiny charge was acting like that. Maybe he was upset about the cage or the incident with those girls this morning. Or maybe, he was causing a stink because he wanted her attention. She could give him some attention, all right. Whatever his reason, it didn't matter. He still needed to eat.

"This is your last chance, little man." Ms. Stone warned in a teacher's no-nonsense tone. "At least try it, or you won't like what happens to you."

Adam shrugged his shoulders. He didn't even look up this time. What could his teacher do to him that she hadn't already done? That was the thought going through his little brain as Ms. Stone's massive manicured hand suddenly scooped him up and brought him out of the cage. The toy-sized student flailed about in surprise. Then, he rested his arms atop the giant thumb that held him and met Ms. Stone's intimidating scowl with his uncaring expression. He wouldn't let her get the best of him that easily.

The giant woman lifted something into his view, holding it between two red fingernails from her other hand. It was his miniature sandwich. In one swift motion, she tossed the small piece of food into the opening beyond her plush lips. Adam's eyes widened, and he couldn't stop himself from trembling at the sight. That sandwich was just about his size, and after his recent experience, he wanted to avoid such large and hungry mouths.

"If you don't want to eat on your own accord," Ms. Stone spoke muffledly as her teeth worked the miniature sandwich down into mush, rolling it around in her mouth. "Then, I will feed you myself, like you are my little baby bird."

Adam didn't even have time to recognize the implications of such a statement before Ms. Stone's plush lips covered his face in a giant, breathtaking kiss. A muted squeal tickled her sensitive pink skin, and the boy's miniature hands batted helplessly against her dimpled cheeks. But there was absolutely nothing her baby bird could do to escape her smothering kiss as she funneled his prepared meal directly into his miniature mouth. Her large, clumsy tongue forcefully pushed the mush down his throat and into his nostrils. Then, she held the kiss, taking the time to clean any remnants off of his little face.

Ms. Stone finally freed the wriggling little body away from her lips with a wet "pop." She couldn't help herself from giggling softly at the sight of her shrunken student gasping with surprise on her palm and wiping her drool from his face. Her snickering was followed by a mischievous smirk as she noticed her pet's miniature manhood pointing straight up at her. He must've enjoyed that surprise kiss. Her red manicured fingernail gave his hardened appendage a delicate boop, watching it flinch in response.

"Don't worry, my little bird," Ms. Stone teased endearingly. "I will always be here to feed you whenever you are too lazy or moody."