Class Pet: Chapter 29 (Patreon)

DISCLAIMER: Sexually explicit content intended for adults. All characters are fictional and written as consenting adults. Written situations and scenes are imagined and not to be taken literally. This story complies with Patreon's Community Guidelines.

Adam's Lesson on Giant Feet: Part Two.

Adam lay with his head resting on the silky surface of his ginormous math teacher's nylon-clad feet, the fleshy pads of her soles holding him in place. Ms. Stones's giant toes gently curled around him, nudging him closer to the center of her peds. The miniature schoolboy didn't resist, nor did he flinch at the smell. The peachy soles of his math teacher-turned-goddess didn't stink for Adam, even despite the accumulated sweat of the school day. The slick moisture only added to the tropical aroma of the pheromone-laced air. Ms. Stone's giant feet were cozy as they cocooned around Adam's vulnerable little body, sheltering him from the giant, outside world. Her big toe slowly poked her little foot passenger in the head, gently encouraging him to look up at her. Ms. Stone's giant pleased expression gazed down at him. Her soft skin and sharp features were like an elegant statue gracing him with her attention. Her sparkling white teeth softly nibbled her lower lip. A thin grin spread across her dimpled cheeks.

"You are a good pet student, little Adam. Now, kiss my toe. Do it with your puny little lips," Ms. Stone's purred command rumbled through her giant body and into Adam's. "I want to feel how delicate and ticklish your tiny touch is on my toes."

Adam didn't hesitate as he puckered his lips atop Ms. Stone's rounded big toe. He loved his giant mistress and wanted to prove his worth. When she had her giant nylon-clad soles smothered around and trapping him, there was no point in resisting anyway. Ms. Stone's thin smile widened.

"Good tiny man." She applauded Adam like the obedient pet he was. "You should be a good boy and listen to me more often. That way I won't have to punish you and squish you between my toes."

Ms. Stone lay back at her classroom desk and snickered, her feet cupped teasingly around her puny pupil. The responsible high school teacher would never actually crush her pest-sized student, not intentionally anyway. He was too cute for that. But there was no harm in teasing him a little bit, especially not when he was so energetic and horny. It was making her hot. Ms. Stone's manicured hand felt down the front of her pencil skirt, her fingertips subtly teasing herself through the fabric. Having such a fit young man helpless and trapped by just her little feet, it was making her wet. Ms. Stone adjusted her feet, playing with his bare little body like a pancake between her soles. She could feel his miniature muscles, once so manly, squirm helplessly in reaction to her powerful movements. His small form felt so warm and ticklish wriggling down there against her sore and sensitive feet. It made Ms. Stone feel so powerful. She wanted to feel more of it. Her long, powerful feet wrapped more securely around her precious little pupil. The woman could feel how excited the little lad was becoming against her big toe. She wiggled her toe against him, just to hear his cute little peeps of pleasure and to watch his sexy little body squirm under her almighty pressure. All the while, Ms. Stone's red-manicured fingers subtly teased the front of her pencil skirt between the two rounded masses of her thighs. She bit her lip tighter and stifled a soft moan. If she wasn't in her public classroom at the moment, then her skirt would already have been tossed to the ground. Her panties had already leaked through from her excitement. And she could feel her adorable little student rubbing and humping against her strong, powerful feet. Ms. Stone struggled with her pencil skirt as she huffed with arousal and slight annoyance at how snugly her skirt fit around her hips.

Suddenly, there was a sound at the classroom door. Someone was peeking around the corner watching them. Ms. Stone casually fixed her skirt and relaxed her feet, releasing the shrunken schoolboy on the desktop. The creeping peeper awkwardly stood up fully in the doorway and walked into view.

"I wasn't watching! Or, I wasn't TRYING to watch!" Claire guiltily explained, her chubby cheeks blushing bright red. "I was just walking by your classroom and I saw your lights were on. I only wanted to check and see how little Adam was doing! I didn't see anything. I swear!"

Ms. Stone raised her hand, silently commanding the embarrassed and panicking schoolgirl to quiet herself.

"That's quite alright, Ms. Claire. Although I do wish you would have knocked." Ms. Stone reassured the red-faced girl, ignoring the blush that blossomed even on her own cheeks after playing with Adam. "I was only giving Adam another little lesson. But I think it's about time I give him a small breather. So, you might've just shown up at the perfect time."

Adam sat up on Ms. Stone's desktop and brushed himself off. He could hear the sound of giant voices speaking above him, but he couldn't recognize them. The sweat from Ms. Stone's giant feet still fogged his little senses. He rubbed his eyes and looked up, stumbling back at the sight of Claire, her chubby body floating above him like a hot air balloon. Her cheeks softly dimpled as she smiled down at him. Her light brown eyes sparkled with delight at the sight of her adorable nude classmate.

"Ms. Stone? Can I hold Adam for a little bit?" Claire questioned, her eyes unmoved from the toy-sized boy sitting atop the desk. "I promise to be really careful and follow all your rules. I only want to say 'hi' to him."

Ms. Stone sighed, instinctively wanting to hold onto her cute boy toy and keep playing. But the teacher also thought it would be fun to hand him over and watch Adam's big, giant classmate play with him and see what she would do. It would be a good learning experience for all parties involved.

"Yes, you may hold him for a minute. Be slow and gentle." Ms. Stone instructed with cool authority. "Remember how I showed you? Support his butt."

Adam gasped as Claire's giant meaty palm closed around him, her fingers circled his bare waist as she scooped him up into the air. The dank skin of her clammy hands cradled his every nude angle. His trapped perspective was pulled in close to Claire's massive looming face. Her warm bubblegum breath clouded his immobilized features.

"Hey there, tiny guy! I'm happy to see you are feeling a little bit better." Claire teased as her soft thumb noticed Adam's small, aroused member. "Awww! I can feel your little heartbeat. You are like a scared little hamster! Don't worry, little guy. You are safe in Mama Claire's giant hands."

Claire's chubby fingers trembled with excitement as she caressed and petted her miniature classmate. The slightly overweight schoolgirl was delighted by the shrunken man immensely. Even Ms. Stone enjoyed the cute scene, framing it in the scrapbook of adorable memories with her pet student.

(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.

*Adam is an eighteen-year-old student, shrunken down in size by his giantess teacher. Any mention of him being "little" or "small" is purely about size, NOT age.

Additionally, Claire referring to herself as "Mama" does NOT mean she has a family relation to Adam. She is using the title playfully. This story complies with Patreon's Community Guidelines.)

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