Giantess Teacher Story

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Giantess Teacher Story
- Text Size + 1. Introduction 2. Miss Silva 3. Detention 4. Shopping 5. Getting ready for school. 6. Class is in session. 7. After School Tutoring.
Here Ben meets his English teacher.
Ben walked in the classroom and he scanned the room.

Sitting on the teacher's desk was an elegant looking women who looked gorgeous to Ben. She was wearing a white top and a black skirt along with pantyhose and black high heels. She had to be in her late 20's or early 30's. Ben liked this teacher becuase she was attractive and looked confident as he watched her point to seats for students walking in.

Ben walked in and decided to sit in the back wanting to watch her. As soon as he sat down he heard Miss Silva speak to him.

"Excuse me, what is your name?" she asked. Ben replies,

"My name is Ben, and I...." She interupts,

"Ben, I want you sitting here" she said point to a desk right in front of where she was sitting.

Ben walked slowly toward the front of the room trying to avoid eye contact as he was looking at the ground as he walked.

Miss Silva spoke again. "Ben, are you new here, are you a freshman?" she asked.

Ben felt embarrased. He replied, "No, Im actually a senior Miss Silva."

Miss Silva responded, "Well is something bothering you, you seem troubled?"

"No, its nothing. You dont have to worry about me." Ben remarked.

Miss Silva smirked. "Oh really?" "You dont think I have to worry about you?"

Ben thought to himself, 'No,no, no! Im making a poor impression on her. Say something smart.'

"I will follow the rules Miss Silva, I wont dissapoint you", Ben said with a smile hoping to change her mood.

"I hope so Ben", Miss Silva stated before she continued assigning seats to the rest of the class.

As class began, Miss Silva began reviewing grammar rules with the class making sure they know how to write well as they prepare for college.
However, with Ben sitting right in front of Miss Silva's desk, he was hypnotized by her beauty and he continued to stare at her.

Now Miss Silva began walking around the classroom, point at objects and recalling how adjectives work. "Remember, green shirt, the adjective is green, small books, the adjective is small," she said before Ben started falling sleepy.

Before he completely closed his eyes, he felt a push from his right. He quickly looked up hopefully not to be caught sleeping and then he got another push. He looked to his right and saw Miss Silva using her hip to bump Ben. As they made eye-contact, Miss Silva smirked. Ben gulped. She then walked to the front of her classroom in between Ben's desk and the teachers desk, so Miss Silva was standing right in front of him. Miss Silva then sat on Ben's desk which startled Ben a little by his teacher's move. He also noticed she continued her adjective lecture.

"Curvy body, curvy is the adjective", she said pointing at her hips while she was still on Ben's desk. She got up and proceeded to write on the board. Ben breathed a sigh of relief, he was unsure if Miss Silva was going after him or was she just using his desk for his lecture. Ben did not know, so he continued to watch her in curiousity.

Ben continued staring at Miss Silva until something got his attention.

"Class, its time for a quiz." She said. The class groaned. Ben was worried. He didnt pay attention at all. Ben took the quiz from her desk and began writing.

The class kept working on the quiz until the bell rang. It was recess.

"Please put the quizzes on my desk. If you did not finish, keep working until you are done." Miss Silva addressed the class.

Ben was the last one who finished the quiz. He walked up to her desk to turn in the quiz, but as he did, Miss Silva handed him a note. Ben read it and it said. 'Ben, I noticed that you were staring at me for a long period of time, and I believe I know the reasons. Please stay after school for detention.' -Miss Silva.

"Next time, please pay attention in class", she said as Ben walked out of her room.

"Crap! I just lost my chances in impressing my teacher. She knew what I was doing," Ben thought to himself. He crushed her note and threw it in the trash. "Atleast I can see her again today. I just wish it was for a different reason though," Ben siad to himself.

Ben worked hard in the rest of his classes not wanting to upset any of the other teachers. He just wanted to get the day over with.

Soon, the final bell rang and Ben headed over to Miss Silva's room for detention.










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Teacher. She was fairly pretty but always ignored. Her being clumsy didn't help her either. Perhaps her being a giantess will give Teacher the attention she desires.
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Giantess Unaware Teacher: Part 1. Published: Jan 31, 2022
Mrs. Mennerick Story I have secretly had a giant crush on my math teacher Mrs Mennerick. She was a 5’5, blonde, skinny, middle aged white woman. And ever since August I’d been crushing on her. I had no intentions of doing anything inappropriate, just looking from a distance. A look with your eyes kind of enjoyment. She hardly ever wore sandals, but would almost always were flats. And sometimes, if I was lucky, she’d slide her foot out of her shoes and I could quickly steal a glance. The coming of a new chapter in math meant changes, when I would normally excel in Geometry, now I was struggling. It was to the point that I had to ask her for help for threat of my grades dropping. One morning I asked her for tutoring, thankfully she accepted and told me to visit her classroom after the school day. And after 6 and a half hours of school I left my last period to see her. When I walked in I was alone, and so I assumed she had left to print something or other. So I sat down at my usual desk and waited patiently. While scrolling through TikTok I began to feel something weird occur. My stomach began to growl and I got extremely dizzy and lightheaded. The room started to distort and I felt almost like I was tripping off of acid. After what could only have been described as excruciating pain my head began to slow and I regained control of my body. Only I was much smaller than I was two minutes ago. Thankfully I was still wearing my clothes, and I must’ve fell during my experience because I was now on the floor. With the door shut I had no way of getting out, and Mrs. Mennerick still hadn’t returned, I did the only thing I could think of, head towards her desk. I scampered towards my salvation quickly, and made haste to get there before some random student or teacher came in and crushed me unknowingly. I imagined I caught the shrinking virus, and only about 50% of shrinkers are durable enough and survive being stepped on. Personally, I wasn’t willing to take that chance. After what seemed like an eternity I arrived at my destination, and waited just below her chair for her arrival. And about 5 minutes later I heard a wooden door creak open and shut. With the sounds of shoes stomping the ground right behind it. Not willing to push my luck, I quickly hid completely under her chair this time. I’d rather not be spotted right away and avoid being crushed than vice versa. She sat down and began typing away at her computer minding her own business. I watched her feet and was mesmerized at the terrifying beauty of them. She slid them in and out of her brown heavily used flats and rubbed them against the dusty floor. Her toes were the perfect size, each one shorter than the last. Her nails were unpainted but still well kept, and her wrinkles spanned throughout her foot. Almost trance-like I approached them reaching out in anticipation. “No” I thought to myself, “Survival first, indulge yourself later“ With renewed focus and determination I got a grasp on my fantasy and devised a plan of action. I would sprint full speed toward her calve and hit it as hard as I could. Hopefully hard enough to get her attention and she will look down and notice the less than an inch tall person hitting her leg. I backed up enough to get some distance and then ran, full speed, into her leg. But then the worst thing that could’ve happened happened. Right before I made impact she lifted her foot, so that it was no longer on the floor flat and now her soles were up in the air. As if taunting me. “Too much speed,” I thought to myself. I couldn’t slow down, I was headed right for her wrinkled soles. I could see the sweat glistening on them from a hard days work as I approached faster than ever. And then I made contact. I made a slap as I hit her foot quickly, and the foot and it’s giant digits didn’t even flinch. I was way to small for my plan to work, even if it did go the right way. I hit her sweaty foot so hard that it knocked the wind out of me. I fell into her flat gasping for air and stinking of foot. Suddenly I was able to breathe again, gulping down large quantities of air, I laid, exhausted and broken at the bottom of my massive teachers flat. The toe marks permanently planted from years of wear and tear. I got a grip on myself and examined my surroundings. I was probably large enough to get out, but it would take some climbing. I knew I had to leave quickly because every minute I stayed put was another minute she could decide to put her shoes back on and trap me. If she didn’t feel me slap against her foot I doubt she would feel me underneath her inside of her shoe. I walked over to the edge of her flats and tried to look over the edge. I found myself jumping up and down like a kid to see over her shoes. I tried climbing out but quickly realized it was way to slick from sweat to climb out. I was completely out of options and feared what I knew was to come. I began hyperventilating out of anxiety and fear. “Get a grip man, you’ll get out of this.” I continued telling myself that as motivation and encouragement. But just then I heard a loud shuffling, I forced myself to look up slowly out of fear and what I saw drained all hope that I would escape. My teachers beautiful digits sliding into her shoes. I sat there in terror and horror as her ginormous foot positioned itself over the shoe. Too paralyzed to think like a normal human as her foot forced me to lay flat against her sole. The weight was tremendously painful and I felt all of my ribs crack almost simultaneously. The air from my lungs was expelled once more. I cried from the pain, thinking that I was one of the unlucky 50% that wasn’t durable. That was the only thought I could muster as what felt like an elephant was standing directly on top of me. Her weight was distributed painfully equally across me And the sweat from her foot created a new atmosphere of stink. She rubbed dust and grime from the classroom floor all across my tiny body. My clothes were soaked from sweat and covered in her foot gunk. And she had absolutely no idea that something as simple as putting on her shoe was such a world-ending event for me. As the last of her foot slid into her flat my world went dark. Under such immense pressure I began to cry, but her foot soaked it up into the skin quickly. I felt like I was in Hell. I wasn’t dead, at least not yet, but that’s what it felt like. “Huh, feels squishy under my sole. Kinda nice actually.” Mrs. Mennerick exclaimed, talking to herself as she stood up and prepared to leave. “Can’t believe Jack was a no show, obviously didn’t need the practice that much after all.” She thought to herself. She walked quickly out of the room and locked the door behind her. Still enjoying the odd feeling under her tired soles. She left the building and got into her car. Hurrying home for a long night of grading papers and then some alone time. Jack was in a state of pain. The sweat from Mrs. Mennerick’s soles were slick enough to allow him to slide around between heel, toes, and sole. When he was under her sole he was pressed violently into her foot from the constant acceleration and breaking from her warm feet being on and off the pedals. After he unwillingly traveled under her long toes she began to squeeze him tightly, unknowingly enjoying the stress ball under her tired feet. While he was under her digits he wasn’t being pressed upon so harshly. So this allowed him some leeway and he managed to fight against her toes and desperately try to get her attention, still to no avail. “Maybe she’s ticklish,” Jack thought to himself. Trying to find anyway to get her attention. He began submissively licking her sweaty soles in an attempt to tickle her into checking her shoes. He gulped down all the sweat he could manage and almost puked when he had to gulp down grime from the classroom. She liked this, but not in the way poor Jack had hoped. She pressed down on him harder and when the impact of her foot hit his little body he licked harder and deeper into her wrinkles. Removing all dirt. At this point Jack didn’t know what to do, but just then he heard what he thought was the engine stopping…. I know I don’t post often, so I try to make up for that with quality of uploads. Obviously I’ve become a much better writer than I was at the time of my last series. But please feel free to give opinions or ideas for a part two if you want it. As always I give photo credit. This time to 91BB. Check him out he’s awesome.
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Teacher's Pet
by
epiphone9020

Dan walked by his friend's locker and stopped. "Hey, Chris. When are we gonna do
something again?" he asked him.

"Oh...soon, I hope." Chris answered back, as the bell rang. "Darn...we'll be
late." he sighed.

"It's not so bad. We're going to Mrs. Konda's class remember? She's really
nice." he told Chris.

"Yeah. She's hot, too. Well, let's go then."

Both of them strolled down the hall into Mrs. Konda's grammar class.

"Chris...Dan...you're both late." Mrs. Konda.

"We know. We're sorry." said Dan.

"Okay. Try to be here on time?" she said with a big smile.

Dan and Chris both took their seats, right across from each other. It was a safe
thing to say that both of them were best friends. During the lesson, Dan passed
a note over to Chris. It read:

'Chris, let's meet after school. We can go to my house and whatever. Mrs. Konda
is so sexy. See ya.'

Chris sighed and hit his head his desk.

"Is there a problem, Chris?" Mrs. Konda said. Dan looked over at Chris and
started to crack up.

"What? Oh, no. Sorry. Just...a little tired that's all." Chris said with a
slight smile.

"You might be wise to pay attention, though, Chris, even though I know that
you're doing well. You could encourage your friend Dan to pay attention as
well." Mrs. Konda said with a smile.

Dan looked up at Mrs. Konda in suprise, but then turned his head and blushe
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