Class Pet: Chapter 32 (Patreon)

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A giant teacher and a tiny student relax together after a long school day.

Adam stood tiny, at only a few inches tall, on the vast, springy surface of his high school math teacher's queen-size bed. Ms. Stone's scantily clad body rested on its side, her womanly curves appearing like a beautiful landscape in the distance. Her breasts and hips were like softly rolling hills from Adam's shrunken perspective. And her fair, unblemished skin, she appeared like a divine being, like a powerful and benevolent goddess.

Ms. Stone had been his sexy and desirable math teacher, the forbidden crush he had watched from a distance during the many school days. But now, she was his giant owner and caretaker. She was his lifeline, the one who carried him around and protected him in the unfamiliar giant world. A part of Adam still held onto the belief that he was a regular boy who could one day return to his normal life. That part of him wanted to plead with the familiar face looming above, wanting to be treated like a normal-sized boy again, and not like a little novelty to be shown off to Ms. Stone's students and coworkers. But the larger part of his psyche knew better. He had been through and seen too much in the past few days. Ms. Stone was the normal one here, making the best of a bizarre situation. He was the abnormal one, the tiny little freak who couldn't even fight off a single finger from a normal-sized person. And he had lived through and experienced many examples of his helpless size. He knew by now that there was no point in pleading with the mighty goddess who looked down on him with a coy expression. Even if his squeaky voice could reach Ms. Stone's giant, distant ears, what good would that do? She couldn't return him to his normal size or give back his old life.

Ms. Stone was the responsible giantess who had stepped in to take care of him after he had shrunk. Sure, things sometimes got out of hand, especially with her students, Adam's colossal classmates, but Ms. Stone had never caused him harm directly. Adam realized that even his own absent mother had seemingly abandoned and left him in Ms. Stone's capable hands.

Adam had no choice but to embrace his role as a shrunken pet for his hot teacher. He stood on the pillowy surface of the expansive bed with his hands covering his crotch. This small modesty seemed to be the only thing within his control at his helpless size. The way Ms. Stone's massive face smiled at him with a relaxed and charmed expression, he felt like a toy doll whose sole purpose was to amuse his giantess mistress. Ms. Stone's long, manicured finger reached out and casually bullied Adam's hands away from his crotch.

"Tsk, tsk." The giant woman chided playfully. "I thought we were already past this, little Adam. There's nothing you have that I haven't already seen. And there's no reason to hide yourself from me."

Adam faintly blushed as he stood straight with his arms at his sides, Ms. Stone's manicured fingernails dancing in the air in front of him.

"Awww… you look so tense and nervous." Ms. Stone cooed sympathetically, her amused smirk unwavering. "What's wrong? We’ve already done this before. Is the big, giant lady scaring you? Don't fret, my little man. Just follow my lead."

Adam watched as Ms. Stone's long fingers withdrew from him and traced along the white fabric of her bra. The pointed tips of her red-painted fingernails slowly dragged through the lacy fabric until finding the straps over her shoulders. The twin mounds of her breasts slightly bounced within the thin fabric as the bra was loosened. Ms. Stone sat up straight as she finally revealed her bare breasts, perky with brownish-pink nipples. She kneaded the two jiggling orbs between her palms, her digits pinching and toying with the skin. Her hazel eyes looked up from her play and focused on the doll boy on her bed, who stared up at her body with wide eyes. His expression was one of fearful fascination.

"You like looking at these, don't you, baby?" Ms. Stone whispered breathily. "I know they must seem so big and scary, but do you remember how soft and gentle they were with you? So, don't worry, little Adam. These giant tiddies won't harm you. They are meant for comfort and to bring great pleasure."

Ms. Stone sensually ran her finger along her bosom, watching the digit as it caressed against her nipple, and then, inside her cleavage. Her finger was about the same size as Adam's tiny yet muscular body, and she used the digit to explore all the small places that she could carry him in, imagining his miniature pink body lovingly smothered against her fair skin.

Adam watched from his low perspective on the bed as the giant woman felt and groped herself. Her naked breasts wobbled as they hovered above, her manicured fingers exploring every fleshy contour. Adam's eyes followed Ms. Stone's hands as they traveled down the length of her body and settled on her seated hips.

"Come here, little man." Ms. Stone purred as she crawled forward, closing the distance between them. "Let's get you tucked in."

Ms. Stone leaned down with her cleavage spread wide, ready to accept Adam's puny form inside. A dark shadow grew over the boy as the twin walls of soft womanly skin closed in around him. Ms. Stone's massive breasts scooped him up and sealed him within her hot flesh, close to her giant beating heart. Ms. Stone leaned back in her bed and giggled like a schoolgirl. Picking up a miniature man using only her boobs was as thrilling as it was arousing. The woman looked down inside her cleavage and smiled at the flustered little face that peeked back at her.

Adam gasped in breaths, overwhelmed by his new predicament. Every millimeter of his nude body, below his neck, was encased in Ms. Stone's warm skin. The familiar scent of her body odor filled the air, and subsequently, Adam's little lungs. The giantess' pheromones clouded out what little resistance Adam still possessed. He embraced the pillowy breasts that smothered him, nuzzling his face into her soft skin and feeling her giant heartbeat vibrate through him.

(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.)

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