Class Pet: Chapter 28 (Patreon)

DISCLAIMER: Sexually explicit content intended for adults. All characters are fictional and written as consenting adults. Situations and scenes are imagined and not to be taken literally. This story complies with Patreon's Community Guidelines. (Adam is a consenting ADULT. Ms. Stone is a consenting ADULT. Every character in my post is a consenting ADULT. If you are a Patreon reviewer, read the chapter below, and imagine it involving minors, then you are the problem. Size Fetish exists. Please read the post before you flag it!)

Adam sat on Ms. Stone's desktop, looking out at the empty rows of student desks. The miniature schoolboy hugged a cotton ball closer against his exposed body, covering his nudity. He heard Ms. Stone shift in the seat behind him. The middle-aged math teacher was so gigantic compared to him, that even her slightest movements were like the falling of a lumbering tree. The behemoth woman flipped through a stack of papers, occasionally scribbling down some notes. She leaned back into her chair and propped her feet up on her desk, vibrating the smooth surface underneath Adam's seated form. Ms. Stone's elegant calves crossed one another, and her low high heels idly kicked in the air. Adam stared at the pair of black heels that could crush him so easily. In the dark polished surface, he could see his own reflection and witness his dwarfed stature. He was just a desktop decoration for his sexy math teacher, something for her to ignore while she graded tests. Her high-heeled soles were so massive that they could flatten him like a steam roller.

Adam realized that he should feel intimidated or at least fear for his mortal wellbeing while in the shadow of something so gargantuan. But the little lad had grown accustomed to being around his titanic teacher over the past several days. He felt comforted and protected under her shadow, despite her obvious large and commanding presence. He trusted her. Maybe he had developed an extreme case of Stockholm syndrome. Adam shook his head. Yes, Ms. Stone could be a bit extreme, and his small stature put him at a huge disadvantage in their relationship dynamic, but she was still his teacher and gigantic caretaker. She had saved him from many unsavory fates. She had carried him around in her bosom and protected him like a mama bear. She had even given him a little cotton ball to sit on as well as other little trinkets to make him feel comfortable in his shrunken body, like the glass terrarium she fitted for him in her classroom, as misguided as the boy saw the gesture at the time. Ms. Stone had been his sexy math teacher, the one he ogled over for hours in class, the forbidden crush he had watched from afar. But now, she was his goddess, his mistress, his whole world. And he was hers, her pet student, her boy toy, her slave. He was only a puny bug boy standing in the shadow of an upturned high heel many times his size.

Ms. Stone uncrossed and crossed her legs, switching positions. The giant woman reclined back in her seat with her feet propped up on her desk. Adam stared up in awe at how something so large and statuesque could move so seamlessly. The heel of the shoe disconnected from the giantess' foot as her toes idly danced the feminine footwear in the air above. Ms. Stone sighed softly and looked up from her papers, her hazel eyes peeking at Adam over the rims of her reading glasses. A thin smirk pulled at her pink lips. She always seemed to smile whenever she spotted her little pet student. Just seeing his innocent grey eyes looking up at her with such helpless dependence always brightened her day.

"Why don't you make yourself useful, little man? Massage my giant feet," Ms. Stone's thunderous voice casually commanded. "They get so sore standing in these heels all day."

As she spoke, she kicked off her shoes, allowing them to collapse onto the desktop and vibrate the wooden surface under Adam's miniature form. Ms. Stone's giant nylon-clad feet were revealed to Adam in a cloud of hot foot sweat that fogged his little senses. Up above, her tall toes wiggled around within the thin fabric confines, creating a textured rubbing sound that was only detectable to Adam's miniature ears. Adam instinctively took a few steps back from the two smelly and intimidatingly large beasts. Ms. Stone frowned slightly and insistently moved her nylon-clad feet closer.

"I do believe it is time for another lesson, my pet student," Ms. Stone spoke with an air of authority. "You are my Tiny. Your mother has left you in my care. I will feed and protect you, but in return, you must do everything I say. If you disobey me then there will be consequences."

With her ominous threat still echoing in the air, Ms. Stone cupped her nylon-clad feet around Adam's cowering form, trapping him in a canyon of soft and sweaty sole wrinkles. Adam's miniature hands pushed and pulled at the wet and sticky fabric, but he couldn't escape the womanly flesh that smothered his vulnerably naked body.

"Come on. Don't struggle, little boy," Ms. Stone commanded through a stifled smirk brought on by the boy's ticklish struggles. "These giant feet work hard and carry you around all day. So, you have to return the favor and show them some love."

Her sizable soles squeezed together around him, forcing Adam's nude helpless body to splay helplessly on the sticky nylon surface.

"Quit that resisting and behave now," Ms. Stone demanded in a strict tone. "Rub my sore feet or my giant toes will grind you up and turn you into toe jam."

Her lively big toes wriggled around teasingly and brushed against his trapped little face threateningly, forcing him to breathe in the overwhelming aroma of his favorite math teacher's filthy feet. Adam knew it was futile to resist. Plus, the part of his brain that willingly submitted to his goddess-like teacher was already taking over. His awkward struggles of protest against the oppressive soles only served to rub against the hot, fleshy surfaces. The trapped Tiny used his entire body to desperately hump and massage against the woman's giant smelly feet. The moist nylons soaked into his skin. Even under such debasement, the shrunken schoolboy couldn't help but become aroused. Her giant soles rubbed their scent and pheromones into his skin until his tiny body was infused with her essence. His little engorged manhood rubbed and snagged on the silk threads of Ms. Stone's thin nylon stockings, causing him to become more sexually enlivened as he humped and massaged against her giant doughy sole.

"Good little boy," Ms. Stone purred sultrily.

Her sharp cheeks faintly blushed as she leaned back further in her chair with her arms resting behind her head. It was so satisfying to have her miniature student tend to her sore feet, especially after a long day of teaching. Adam knew in his tiny little head that he must listen to her every command. He was a smart student. And his tight little body rubbing against her so passionately was loosening the sore muscles in her feet. To have a young guy so helplessly submissive and tending to her every need; was like heaven. Ms. Stone set her stack of papers to the side, on her desk. She could grade them later. She removed her reading glasses and closed her eyes. Her manicured hand slowly reached down to the front of her pencil skirt, idly teasing herself through the layers of fabric.

(No minor is mentioned in this text. As previously mentioned, a "schoolboy" can still be a legal adult attending high school. The term "boy" does not exclusively mean an adolescent. "Boy" can also refer to a young ADULT man, especially when being talked down to by a superior. A giant, ADULT teacher playfully calling their shrunken, ADULT student "little boy" does not constitute CSAM. Kindly, grow up.)

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