Class Pet: Chapter 37 (Patreon)

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Adam is only a little mess on Ms. Stone's bed.

Adam lay on his back with his limbs spread open in each direction. His miniature body appeared almost flattened, compressed into a small crater on the mattress in which he lay. He realized that he must look like a pathetic little bug trapped and stuck to a sticky fly trap strip. The miniature man groaned weakly and attempted to free his limbs. The fabric around him was still damp from sex, and the air was heavy with the scent of it.

Adam's little brain was still foggy and euphoric from his recent sexual union with his giant high school teacher. Faint speckles of color swirled in his vision as he stared at the bedroom ceiling far above. His little grey eyes blinked a few times. As his vision became clearer, the towering form of Ms. Stone's giant nude body came into focus. Her bare legs lumbered around him like tall trees slowly swaying in the wind, each movement causing her thighs and cheeks to jiggle.

Ms. Stone was feeling herself, her manicured hands pressed tenderly against her crotch as she savored the afterglows caused by playing with her tiny pet student. Adam stared in awe at the statuesque form of his nude goddess. Her fair skin was sparkling, coated in a thin sheen of sweat. By her facial expression, she appeared to be momentarily lost in a world of pleasure. It was odd to see such a disoriented expression on the typically stoic face of Ms. Stone. Adam felt a strange sense of pride. Even at his shrunken size, he was still able to make Ms. Stone's eyelids flutter as her plush lips parted to cool her blushed cheeks. He was still able to satisfy her dangerous, ginormous, and beautifully curved body.

Ms. Stone's slow, sensual movements became slower and slower until she finally stopped. Her attention turned back to Adam, her hazel brown eyes watching him dreamily. Her mountainous body leaned closer over his trapped, prone form. Her naked breasts dangled pertly in the sky above him. In the distance, her slight tummy paunch and dripping womanhood peeked over the horizon of the mattress. Her red manicured fingers danced in the air in front of him, like her elegant digits were deciding how precisely they might pick up and play with his vulnerable form. Her sharply featured face peered in closer, appearing like an ancient Egyptian sphinx. Her nose and smiling red lips crowded in close to Adam's dwarfed and immobilized body. If Adam's arms weren't currently glued to the mattress, then he could easily reach out and touch the bridge of her nose. Her warm breath tickled across his wet, naked skin. Ms. Stone's long brunette hair draped around like a willow tree whose leaves framed the size-mismatched couple. Her large, blushing face loomed close as her hazel eyes smiled at him affectionately.

"You were such a good little explorer for me this morning." Ms. Stone cooed lustily, standing up to her full towering height. "You climbed my big mountains."

She cupped her palms under her breasts and jostled them playfully.

"And you traversed my dark valley." The giant woman continued playfully, tracing her fingers down her body until they caressed her hips, subtly presenting her crotch. "I bet you never imagined that we would grow to be so close together."

A wetness sparkled in the tangled mess of Ms. Stone's pubic hair, the remanence of their romp together. The steamy mound of her womanhood lowered down close until they were almost touching, like she was debating on putting him in there again for round two. But the more responsible side of Ms. Stone had already regained control. She sighed and shook her head. She knew she must prepare for the school day before the morning got away from her. The woman pouted slightly as she raised herself off the bed and stood up to her full height again. She didn't want to teach that day, to deal with a crowd of rowdy, snot-nosed schoolgirls. Ms. Stone would've much rather stayed at home where she could be alone with her favorite little schoolboy. It was far easier to control him when he was acting rowdy. But alas, Ms. Stone knew she had a responsibility to all of her students, not just to the cute and handsome one.

Adam wearily attempted to free his limbs from where they had become stuck in Ms. Stone's drying fluids. He knew that it would be of no use. The only thing that he could do was lie there naked and stare up at the glorious nude body of his owner and caregiver. Ms. Stone's fingertips reached down and delicately plucked Adam up by around his hips. Her powerful digits easily freed Adam from his hopelessly trapped predicament. It was such a simple movement for her. Her manicured fingers curled under his legs and backside as she carried him into the air.

"Come on, little Adam." Ms. Stone whispered conspiratorially. "We must go to school. And before that, we both need to get clean."

Adam flailed his limbs around wildly. His little body struggled with the adjustment from being glued down to a flat surface to suddenly being lifted and carried. He hung helplessly from his titanic teacher's almighty fist. His little legs limply dangled out from between the giant woman's possessive fingers. Gummy liquid dripped from his dark hair and helplessly exposed body.

The little lad was still coming to terms with everything that had happened between him and his teacher-turned-giant owner. He stared into the intimidating face of the giant woman who had claimed him, an expression of innocent concern in his grey eyes. For Ms. Stone, he appeared like a little lost puppy that she had rescued from the river. She cradled her hands around his tight little body, holding him affectionately.

"Come now, little Adam. I know that you might not like bath time," Ms. Stone teased in the tone of a knowing mother. "But you have made quite the mess of yourself. So, we must get you cleaned. Now, I'm going to carry you to the bath. Hang on tightly and don't try to squirm away. Your miniature body is so wet and slippery right now. I don't want you slipping away."

Ms. Stone tightened her grip. She walked naked and unashamed as she carried her prized passenger securely in her hand.

(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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