Class Pet: Chapter 34 (Patreon)

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Adam watches his giant teacher get ready for the school day.

Adam lay in an exhausted heap on the vast, pillowy expanse of Ms. Stone's queen-size bed. He caught his breath and savored the afterglows of the intimate and climactic experience he had just had with his colossal math teacher. Rubbing his body atop the summit of Ms. Stone's bare breast had certainly been an exciting way to start the morning. Adam's nude body lay covered in his giant owner's saliva as well as his own mess and bodily sweat, the thin wet coating causing his pink skin to reflect the morning sunlight.

The miniature schoolboy wiped off the stickiness onto Ms. Stone's white bedsheets. At his shrunken size, Adam could feel every fiber strung together, making up the slightly rippled texture of the thin fabric. He wiped his face off on the cozy blanket that smelled heavily of his mistress. Then, he rested on his side and looked up. Standing next to the bed was the towering form of Ms. Stone's half-naked body.

The giant woman was facing away from him, rifling through her dresser drawers and deciding what she would wear for the upcoming day. From his low point of view on the mattress, Adam had a clear view of his favorite teacher's creamy thighs. Ms. Stone's white cotton panties were the only piece of fabric on her giantess body. The waistband of the lacy panties hugged her wide hips, the impressive globes of her plump butt cheeks held within the thin cotton fabric. Adam stared up at the statuesque form if his goddess. The young man didn't even mind the thin wrinkles of cellulite around the giant woman's upper thighs. This was only another tiny detail for his little grey eyes to admire.

Ms. Stone smiled as she picked a fresh pair of underwear from her dresser drawer, the lacy fabric dangling from between her fingertips. The color was a soft pink, a bit gaudy for a woman her age, but she was feeling adventurous that morning. Taking care of her shrunken pet student had revitalized a strange energy within her. She felt ten years younger. Her manicured fingernails traced along the thin breathable fabric before returning to the dresser drawer to fetch a matching bra set. Ms. Stone loved to keep her things neat and organized.

Adam watched in awe as the massive, womanly body stretched above him, her fair skin dancing in the morning sunlight. From her base to the slope of her back, she was stunning, an elegant mountain for the miniature man to admire. Adam leaned closer, looking upward and committing the landscape of Ms. Stone's backside to memory.

Ms. Stone's hands smoothly glided along her skin until her fingertips caught the waistband of her panties. Suddenly, the giant woman leaned forward, sliding her underwear down her legs. The twin globes of her ass cheeks slightly wobbled as they were released from their cottony confines. Adam stared up in awe of Ms. Stone's glorious backside, the plump mass threatening to sit right down and crush him under the weight. The gigantic woman squatted over him, bending down to retrieve the dirty panties from around her ankles. As her hulking body loomed closer, the miniature student was presented with a deeper display of his teacher's undercarriage. She was so close now that he could feel the body heat emanating from her massive form. The softly wrinkled crest of her womanhood peeked out from between the valley of her thighs.

Adam had never seen this side of Ms. Stone before. Yes, the boy had caught glimpses of her nude form in the past, but he had never seen such an up-close and unobstructed view of his titanic teacher's special place. The hormonal teen was in love with the sight.

Ms. Stone was cleanly groomed with short, fuzzy hairs growing around her mound like a fresh peach. And Adam noticed the scent that he had grown accustomed to, only he had never smelled it so potently. He wondered if Ms. Stone would sit down the rest of the way, crushing him to death under the ass he so desired as the tantalizing sight of her barely visible vagina mocked him in the distance. It would be the last image that flashed in his eyes before his light was smothered out. But Adam knew that his gentle goddess would never inflict such a fate upon him, not intentionally anyway. Her body was as dangerous as it was beautiful, but Ms. Stone was always so careful around him.

Suddenly, the giant woman stood up to her full height again, momentarily hiding her womanhood beyond the shadow of her looming glutes. Her hips turned, and her lumbering legs shook the floorboards far below. Ms. Stone turned around, giving Adam an unobstructed view of the front of her towering body. The shrunken schoolboy stared up in fearful reverence. He could see now that the softly formed lips of her womanhood were crowned with a small tuft of pubic hair. The only thing the miniature man could do was stand naked and stare at the strange and heavenly sight.

Ms. Stone stepped closer to the bed, her ginormous nude form mere inches from Adam. He could feel her body heat. He felt so exposed and vulnerable standing out in the open under her giant gaze. He instinctively desired to hide against his mistress's fair skin and absorb her body heat. The giant woman looked down at him with a coy smirk, thoroughly amused by his tiny, dumbfounded expression.

"Do you like what you see, little man?" Ms. Stone questioned playfully. She shifted the weight of her hips onto one leg and then the other.

"I bet you wish that you could reach up here and touch." She teased further, placing her manicured hands on her inner thighs and peering down at her crotch. "But you are just a tiny, little guy. You can't even reach her. Do you really think you are big enough to please her? You better be careful, little Adam."

Ms. Stone's fingers slightly trembled as they explored her skin. Her cheeks had grown red with arousal, and she could see the excitement between her small student's legs. Such a puny pecker would never be able to fill her or satisfy her needs. Her clit alone was likely bigger than the miniature man's tiny tool. He would need to use his entire shrunken body to bring her any kind of pleasure. This thought only caused the woman to become more aroused, Adam's fit and muscular body, squirming helplessly under her weight. It was such a naughty thought to have about her student. But Adam wasn't really her student anymore. He was a Tiny. Shrunken men needed to find their place in the ever-changing world. And Ms. Stone knew exactly where Adam could fit in.

(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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