Class Pet: Chapter 36 (Patreon)

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Part two of the most requested chapter.

Adam gasped and breathed rapidly as he was bounced up and down between two soft surfaces. Something large and fleshy rhythmically pressed down onto the front of his nude body over and over again. He wasn't sure what exactly this giant object was. Whatever it was, it was aggressively smothering him. Why couldn't he remember anything? And what was this strange thing on top of him? It looked bizarre, like it wasn't of this world.

Maybe he had been abducted by some alien from outer space? He was on their ship now, and the otherworldly beings were subjugating his vulnerable body to their strange experiments. At least he didn't feel any pain. The sensation of the unknown warm, velvety object dominating and rubbing against him was actually quite pleasurable, his nude body and skin grinding against the strange textured folds of the unknown thing. Perhaps he was experiencing some kind of strange wet dream. Although, by the way he was so vulnerable and helplessly trapped, this felt more like a wet nightmare.

Adam couldn't see much from under the squishy mass that smothered him. He could catch glimpses of the outside light when the giant fleshy thing bounced off of him, but these glimpses were very brief and limited. It was like the odd object or creature, or whatever it was, was attempting to pull him in deeper as more of the light faded away. He almost felt like a pair of soft, gummy lips were trying to devour him.

Adam kicked and struggled against the oppressive weight, but this only seemed to encourage the fleshy mass to become livelier in its movements. He knew that he needed to fight back, to escape. This couldn't be the way his life ended, smothered to death under a strange, unknown, alien creature.

His arms desperately reached up, breaking through the fleshy seal that surrounded the rest of his body, and flailing wildly in the cool open air. His hands blindly grappled with the edge of the giant gummy mouth that seemed to be slowly consuming him. Inch by inch, he slowly pulled himself out from under the oppressive weight until his eyes were in the light and he could breathe freely once more.

Finally, Adam had an unobstructed view of the creature that held him captive. Its skin was smooth, pale, and fair, except for where it was softly wrinkled and formed into the wet pink mouth that actively pulsed on top of him. There was a patch of brown hair that adorned the mouth of the alien creature. The color and texture of the hair seemed strangely familiar.

Then, Adam heard it: a deep and thunderous moan that vibrated the world around him. There was no doubt that the sound came from the giant creature that currently held him pinned down. The sensual roar was deep and monstrous yet strangely feminine.

Adam continued to fight, using the odd wiry hairs to pull his head and shoulders free from the monster's maw. His confusion deepened as he gazed up at the creature. The smooth, pale body of his captor seemed to stretch upward into the sky for miles. The shape was feminine and elegantly curved. High up, towering like distant mountains, was what Adam could only describe as a massive pair of beautiful female breasts. Beyond these twin mounds, Ms. Stone's massive face peeked down at him. Her brownish hazel eyes momentarily met his, before her flushed features twisted with the passion of pleasure.

That's when the memories came rushing back in rapid flashes. Adam remembered everything. He had shrunken down while at school in math class, and his giant sexy high school teacher had claimed him as her own. And now, it seemed that Ms. Stone was using her big, beautiful body to claim him completely. He was hers, mind, soul, and body. He was small enough to fit perfectly between Ms. Stone's thighs and press snugly against her wet womanhood. But why had Adam forgotten where he was and everything that had transpired in the past few days? Perhaps, connecting in such violently controlled lovemaking with a powerful woman so much larger and superior to him had temporarily broken his little brain.

Now that Adam had once again realized precisely where he was, his teenage libido kicked into overdrive. His manhood had long ago grown fully erect, forced into arousal by the warm and wet skin rubbing against him at every angle. But forgetting and then remembering everything all at once had completely overwhelmed and revitalized his arousal. He humped and writhed with passion, the best he could while smothered under Ms. Stone's giant genitalia. He buried his little tool as deep as its short length could reach into the chasm of Ms. Stone's tight pink folds. He couldn't hold it in any longer, and he didn't want to. His back arched and writhed as he climaxed, submitting the meager offering of his essence to the massive body of his goddess.

Ms. Stone seemed to react to his enlivened little movements. Her large, manicured hands planted behind Adam on the bed, her long fingers digging into the mattress with a needy passion. The wave of her own giant orgasm nearly drowned Adam as he was flooded with the sexual experience.

Adam stared up with wide eyes and a blank expression, his little brain too overwhelmed by the sensations he was experiencing to comprehend anything fully. Ms. Stone's giant, nude body towered above him like a heavily breathing arch, her skin sparkling with sweat. Her thick, lumbering thighs flexed as she finally lifted her body off of him. A few strands of sticky ejaculate momentarily held their two bodies together, before Adam was released into a wet puddle on the mattress. Ms. Stone stretched on the bed and lay on her side before turning her attention back to her favorite little student.

"You were such a good boy for me." Ms. Stone whispered huskily. "I knew that we could find a purpose and place for little ol' Adam. This is your place, right here with me. I can keep you safe inside of me."

As she spoke, the woman ran a red-manicured finger along the opening of her aroused womanhood, idly playing with the sticky residue. Adam lay glued down to the bed by the substance, too weak and exhausted to squeak any peeps of protest.

(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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