Class Pet: Chapter 38 (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 and Ms. Stone get ready in the bathroom together.

Ms. Stone's soft, manicured hands cradled Adam's miniature body. Her elegant fingers caressed his tiny, nude form as the giant woman carried him away, off to her master bathroom. From his perched position seated on Ms. Stone's giant thumb, Adam watched his titanic teacher's bare feet as they walked. Her toenails were painted a dark red, matching her manicure. Her toes and calves flexed as they trekked across terrain, going from bedroom carpet to bathroom tile. Each of the woman's soft steps seemed booming for the tiny passenger in her hand. Adam held on tightly to Ms. Stone's thumb, his little, exposed body finding a soft finger crevice to hide in.

Ms. Stone turned on the white bathroom lights and stood nude before the mirror. The middle-aged woman stared at herself for a moment, her hazel eyes sparkling in the reflection. She noticed something different about herself, but what was new?

Ms. Stone brushed her brunette hair, messy from bed head, out of her eyes and peered closer into the mirror. Her dark red, manicured fingers delicately traced along her facial features, from her cheekbones to her chin. Her fair skin appeared more radiant. Her eyes sparkled with new life. Ms. Stone stood on one hip and then the other, admiring her naked curves. She looked ten years younger. Her body radiated confidence and power.

Ms. Stone blew herself a kiss in the mirror. Her plush lips widened into a satisfied smirk when she felt Adam, his tight little body squirming within her fist by her hip. The shrunken schoolboy, who hung prone from her fingers, was no doubt the source of her newfound vigor. Adam was just so weak and vulnerable, even now as he meekly resisted her protective grasp. He was completely helpless without her. And the way he stared up at her with those innocent grey eyes, Adam looked at her like she was a goddess. And Ms. Stone embraced the role.

It was easy for her. She held years of repressed resentment towards her rowdy and disruptive students. It felt natural for her to put one of them in his place. Adam hadn't specifically caused any class disruptions in the past (other than his public shrinking, which had derailed the whole period). But Ms. Stone still thoroughly enjoyed dominating and scaring her pet pupil. She was only reminding him why he should be on his best behavior; at least that was Ms. Stone's justification for manhandling her shrunken student.

It was a mutually beneficial relationship. She protected and cared for little Adam, and in return, he provided her with the thrilled and aroused state she entered by toying with him. Ms. Stone raised her hand, bringing her little prize to dangle before her face. His miniature hands and feet looked so delicate between her fingertips. She held him higher in the bathroom light, supporting his bare little backside in her hand as she admired his small, muscular body.

"You are lucky that you are cute, little man." Ms. Stone's large, feminine voice echoed in Adam's small ears. "You are such a dirty little thing. If you weren't so cute, then I might just flush you."

Her pampered fingertip slowly reached out to press against Adam's manly little chest. The soft pad of the giant digit massaged his smooth skin in little circles, subtly rubbing the congealing liquid, which still clung to his body, deeper into his skin. Adam moaned softly and meekly squirmed under Ms. Stone's giant touch. His exposed body had nowhere to hide except deeper in the controlling woman's palm. Adam felt a shiver run up his spine as his bare backside was forced to sit warmly inside Ms. Stone's large, fleshy palm.

Suddenly, something cold and wet oozed onto Adam's back, causing him to yelp with surprise as he clung onto the nearest giant finger for warmth. The cool syrup slid smoothly across his skin, and it smelled of lavender. Ms. Stone had unceremoniously dumped some of her body wash onto Adam's exposed, cowering form. The massive woman's dexterous digits scrubbed the frothy substance into the miniature man's every nude angle.

"This is what you get for getting me all aroused and distracted this morning." Ms. Stone's booming voice teased from above. "I don't have time to go slow and pamper you for your bath like I normally would. So, you will just have to join me in mine."

Adam had no choice except to ride along as Ms. Stone's colossal hand movements casually forced him to hump against her thumb. As Ms. Stone stepped into the shower, there were the deep reverberating booms of her giant footfalls in the porcelain tub. In the next moment, there was the roar of rushing water.

Ms. Stone used her free hand to test the temperature of the shower. At least she didn't use the hand in which Adam resided to test the water. If she had, then his helpless little body would have been forced directly under the jet stream.

The space slowly began filling with rising steam. Ms. Stone shifted her nude body to stand beneath the shower head, the warm water flowing down the curves of her body. The giant woman breathed in deeply and sighed with relief, relaxing under the refreshing spring. Adam braced himself against Ms. Stone's large thumb. Looking up, it was like he was witnessing ocean waves crashing down the slope of Ms. Stone's body in slow motion. The clear water splashed off the twin peaks of her tiddies like a mountain waterfall. The mass of falling water seemed to pause and float in the air overhead as it slowly swirled around Ms. Stone's fair skin. In the next moment, time resumed, and the waves of water crashed down onto Adam. The steamy water rushed onto the little lad, forcefully rinsing his lavender-coated skin. The shrunken schoolboy clung to Ms. Stone's giant thumb, desperate not to be washed away.

(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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