Class Pet: Chapter 39 (Patreon)

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A giant woman prepares to wash her tiny toy.

Adam clung to Ms. Stone's giant finger. His little arms wrapped around the wet and slippery pointer finger as the giant woman subtly adjusted the shower nozzle. A torrent of warm water showered onto the giantess' fair skin and all around him.

Adam, the miniature schoolboy, wrapped his tiny limbs around the fleshy pillar of Ms. Stone's soft digit. His athletic legs were hardly long enough to wrap around the large, cylindrical object. Adam blushed as his thighs squished against his titanic teacher's warm body. The tiny schoolboy groaned and hugged her finger tighter as the water droplets gently beat against his bare back.

Adam felt strange hugging Ms. Stone like this, the part of her body that most closely resembled his own size. Almost like he was truly hugging her whole entire body, but in reality, he was only a puny doll boy clinging to her little finger. He hugged the giant digit tighter, a part of him wishing that he could hold the woman's entire body in his arms. But his arms were far too tiny now.

His small hands brushed against Ms. Stone's dinner plate-sized fingernail, which was painted with a dark red manicure. His miniature fingers slipped across the slick keratin surface as they struggled to find an anchor, eventually settling in the warm crevice under the feminine claw. Her skin was so soft there, protected from weathering by the overhang of her fingernail.

Little droplets of water collected on the glossy surface of Ms. Stone's manicured nail. Adam could almost see himself in the reflection of the dark red surface. The miniature schoolboy probably could have spotted himself in the glossy sheen if the scene around him hadn't been chaotic. The shower splashed water everywhere. All Adam could do was cling to his titanic teacher's pampered digit for dear life and pray that he wouldn't fall. If he fell, then he would crash to the shower floor and be washed down the drain, or maybe Ms. Stone's pretty pedicured feet would unknowingly trample him into a tiny mess on the smooth shower floor. The frightened young man trembled at the thought and pushed his body closer into his mistress' large hand for protection.

Adam yelped with surprise and held on tighter as the large, fleshy objects, which held him, began to move. Ms. Stone's elegant hands carefully drew the shower curtain closed, carrying him along with her movement. Adam's miniature toes scrunched against Ms. Stone's finger joint as he held on for the ride. He slipped a bit down her slick skin until his plump bottom landed on the giant woman's knuckle with a soft squish. Luckily, her pillowy palm was there to catch him. The miniature, young man better situated himself in the giant woman's soapy hand.

Through water-speckled eyelashes, Adam looked up the slope of a long, feminine arm and gazed upon the nude form of the giant woman who carried him. The water flowed down her form like clear water flowing down a cool mountain stream, her fair skin like the smooth river rocks. Ms. Stone's perfect, twin breasts hovered above, each one capped with a cherry pink nipple. The water washed smoothly down the goddess' towering body and rained down on little Adam. Being held by the massive, womanly creature as she stood under the running water and bathed was an intense and intimidating experience. Everywhere Adam looked, Ms. Stone's giant nude body filled his vision, her perfect curves and smooth skin. The scent of the woman's large, wet body filled the space with a warm fog. The potent scent entered Adam's nostrils and overfilled his puny body with a burning desire.

The air was heavy with clouds of rising, steamy mist. And the downpour of water was heavy. At least Adam had Ms. Stone's broad and elegantly formed torso to shield him from the brunt of the jet stream, her perky tiddies acting like a canopy. Through the chaotically spiraling clouds of mist, Adam witnessed Ms. Stone's giant, looming silhouette. Her long brunette hair was matted down by the water. Her hazel eyes peeked through the long, wet strands of hair. She was watching him, observing him as he held onto her. Adam slightly trembled under Ms. Stone's giant, intimidating visage. He could only imagine how silly he must look to her, clinging wetly to her finger.

Suddenly, the little lad was carried even higher into the air as water droplets and the curved wall of Ms. Stone's giant, womanly body rushed past. He came to a stop directly in front of her face, her wet features appearing before him like a large theater screen. Adam could hear the pitter-patter of rain landing on Ms. Stone's head and hair as her face hovered in close. She held him near, cupped in her palms as she cooed over his dainty, naked form as it hugged her finger so desperately. Her wet brunette hair hung all around them, shielding Adam and the face of his mistress from the shooting water. Her plush lips were so close that he could reach his hand out and touch them if he so desired. Ms. Stone's mouth formed into a soft smile before speaking in a gentle whisper that only the miniature boy in her hand could hear.

"I love holding you in my hand like this, my little Adam." She purred. "Your doll-like body fits perfectly in my hand. And you look like a tiny tree frog clinging onto my finger as it enjoys the summer rain. But your tight little body is much more interesting to me than a slimy tree frog. And your wee hands and feet are so small that I could just nibble on them."

Her affectionate attention only served to further embarrass the shrunken schoolboy. The soft pad of Ms. Stone's manicured digit delicately stroked down Adam's bare back, sending a shiver up his miniature spine. Her feminine finger paused on his backside and gave his plump, little cheeks a slight squeeze. The little lad yelped with surprise and squirmed shyly within the woman's giant grasp. Ms. Stone cooed at his cute reaction to her simple touch.

"Come now, little Adam." She whispered in a hushed, conspiratorial tone. "Let's get you cleaned up."

In the next moment, her long manicured digit started washing and rubbing Adam's nude, little body, scrubbing his every nude angle. Adam moaned and squirmed within the giantess' soapy grasp. His submissive, grey eyes peeped up out of her controlling fist with a fearfully aroused expression on his soapy, little face. Ms. Stone bit her lip and watched him, the glow of playful desire burning inside her hazel irises.

(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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