Making The Grade

by

Big Larry

Life was good for Mr. Douglass. He was a popular history teacher at Washington High and loved his work - as well as most of his students. He rarely worked from the text book and kept his lectures interesting enough that he usually had complete control of every student in his class. There was, however, one exception.

Diana was a senior at Washington High and everyone knew her. She was a stunning beauty with a decidedly Mediterranean look - dark hair, olive skin and deep, black eyes. She stood about 5'4" with a voluptuous yet fit body. She was definitely the total package - which made it even more odd that she was such a loner. But this was her own choice, as Diana was always different than everyone else and seemed to revel in it. She demonstrated none of the typical high school concerns and had an edge to her that kept everyone at arms reach. Even the popular senior boys stayed away from her, even though they all probably fantisized about her at one time or another. She was strange and smart and gorgeous and nobody knew how to approach her - which seemed to be the way she wanted it.

This mystique even affected Mr. Douglass - who couldn't keep his mind or eyes off Diana whenever she was in his class. He would go about his lecture and typically engage everyone in his class - expect for Diana. No matter how compelling the subject matter, Diana would just sit there in the front row with a wry smirk on her pretty face - as if her only objective was to distract her teacher. And it usually worked.

Mr. Douglass was smitten with Diana and she knew it. She would always wear a provacative outfit in class - showing plenty of skin from her bust line down to her gorgeously sculpted legs. And then there were her exquisite feet - always showcased in some sort of strappy sandal with perfectly painted toes. Her nail polish color choice was usually black - as was the case with most of her outfits as well. This fact, along with her quiet confidence, only served to enhance her intriguing persona.

And there was no part of Diana as intriguing to Mr. Douglass as those beautiful feet. Well aware of this fact, Diana would spend most classes arching and flexing her feet - sometimes dangling her sandal by the tip of her delicate toes. This drove Mr. Douglass wild and gave her the control over him that he usually reserved for the rest of his students. She had done this so often that she eventually came to regard Mr. Douglass as putty in her hands - like most every male at Washington High. But this all changed at the end of the semster when grades were handed out. Diana had done almost none of the required work - and to her surprise, Mr. Douglass had failed her.

Shocked and angry, Diana waited until the end of class to approach her teacher. Once the classroom was empty, Diana slowly got up from her desk and headed to the door. But rather than walking through it, she closed the door shut and turned towards Mr. Douglass. He felt a lump in this throat as the young beauty made her way to his desk - stopping a few feet in front of it. "What's this, Mr. Douglass - you're giving me an F?"

Slightly trembling, Mr. Douglass stammered, "Well, um, Diana, I can't give you a passing grade unless you do the work, and, uh...." Diana then cut him off, a steely glare in her black eyes, "Oh, cut the ****, Mr. Douglass - or shall I call you Jim?" Mr. Douglass smiled nervously as she continued, "Listen, Jim - I'm going to pass your class no matter what you think - so we can do this the easy way or we can do this the hard way..."

Not knowing exactly what she meant, and vaguely excited by the possibilities, Mr. Douglass tried to stay strong, "I'm sorry, Diana, but rules are rules and I can't show you special treatment." An evil smile crept over Diana's face, "Aw, Jimmy, are you saying I'm not special? I see the way you look at me everyday - and I know what you are usually looking at.." And she glanced down at the floor to her beautiful feet. "That's right, Jim, I know you long to touch my feet...maybe I should show you just how special I am."

And with those words, Diana raised her hand in a "lifting" gesture - which caused Mr. Douglass to involuntarily rise from his chair. "Come to me, my helpless slave," she continued as she began waving her hand in a "come hither" fashion. In an instant, Mr. Douglass was thrown to the floor as if a physical presence had grabbed him. His face was pressed down against the cold, tile classroom floor and he couldn't move a single muscle. Somehow this young beauty had put him under her complete control.

With his cheek down against the floor, he could no longer see young Diana standing in front of his desk, but that would soon change. He heard her voice from above bellow, "Now come here, helpless one..." which caused his body to start slowly skidding face-first across the floor towards her feet. He could do nothing but watch as his body skidded around his desk until her feet were in view in front of him - slowly inching closer and closer to his face. He arched his neck as much as possible and managed to catch a glimpse of her smiling face above. Now his lips were less than an inch from her lovely toes, the scent of her body lotion strong and fragrant.

With another smirk at her teacher, Diana pressed the tip of her forefinger against her thumb - and then slowly separated them. This caused Mr. Douglass's mouth to pry open as if forced by a vice - and then as she looked down at him in amusement as she forced his open mouth over her toes. "There you go, Jimmy...you like having my toes in your mouth, don't you.." Unable to speak or move, Diana still knew he was loving every minute of it. Although confused and frightened, Mr. Douglass savored the moment as he suckled on her perfect toes while her wickedly gorgoues face watched from above.

This continued for a few moments until the young sorceress spoke again, "OK, Jimmy - have you had enough of my toes yet? Are you ready to give me a passing grade?" Not wanting this to end, Mr. Douglass signaled "no" by moving his eyes left and right. This angered young Diana, who quickly pulled her toes out of his mouth and jerked his body up of the floor with a swipe of her hand. He now stood paralyzed in front of her - still unable to speak. She stepped forward until her face was less than an inch away from his, "Still not willing to pass me, huh?...then I have no use for you, Mr. Douglass." And with those words, Diana extended her pouty lips and gave him a gentle kiss on his motionless face - causing hm to black-out immediately.

When he awoke, he found he was able to move and speak again - and after finding his bearings, he noticed he was facing a soft and slightly-rounded black wall. He looked up and saw a gigantic, fleshy protuberance jutting out over his head, casting him in a shadow. It was then he realized we was looking up at Diana's big toe. She had reduced him to the size of an ant.


Making The Grade, Part 2:

Before he had enough time to fully appreciate his new size, his entire sky became filled with the image of young Diana - now the relative size of a collosal titaness - bending down towards him. He first saw her bending knees - which seemed like they were hundreds of feet above him - followed by the top half of her body leaning over, again casting him in a thick shadow. Her face was too high in his sky to recognize any detail, but he seemed to notice a broad smile through the hazy distance. Then his focus suddenly shifted to the gigantic, yet feminine fingers heading straight towards his diminutive body. The unthinkably huge, black fingernail from her index finger came to rest directly in front of him. The tip of her nail touched the ground - and Mr. Douglass was now so tiny, he could look up the inside of that fingernail to the tip of her actual finger looming above him. With a slight flick of her wrist, Diana's tiny teacher was then scooped up off the ground and sent hurdling up in space. He cowered in terror and tried to burrow under her fingernail as much as possible to avoid falling, but as soon as it started - suddenly the motion stopped and all was still again. He pulled his head out of burrowing position and saw that Diana had brought her hand up to her face - her extended index finger pointing up. "Well, little Jimmy - I know I always had control over you - but never quite like this. Why don't you stick around with me for a while until I figure out what to do with you?" With that said, her massive lips parted and let her gigantic tongue pass through them. She slowly extended it until its warm, wet tip made contact with her fingernail - totally engulfing Mr. Douglass betweem them. When she pulled her tongue back, he was still perched under her fingernail - but now his body glistened with her saliva. And even at that size, it was evident to Diana that he was terrified wondering what was to come next. "Please, Diana, I'll do anything - please don't hurt -" but his tiny voice trailed away as she quickly swept her hand down to her waist and turned her wet fingertip into her exposed belly. She then wiped her fingertip across her tight belly until Mr. Douglass was unceremoniously smeared across the tan skin just to the left of her belly button. Besides her feet, Mr. Douglass always loved when Diana wore outfits that accentuated her sexy midriff - but he never had quite this prespective before. Her saliva sealed his tiny body in place as he laid there stuck to her belly.

"Now how does that feel, my little Mr. Douglass?" boomed Diana's voice - which seemed to be coming form all directions at once. She defiantly looked down at her belly and the smear of a teacher who was standing before her only moments ago. "Now you just hang on there while I go about the rest of my day and eventually I'll figure out my plans for you," she said with a giggle, causing Mr. Douglass's world to shake violently.

Diana then walked out of the classroom and headed towards her next class. Mr. Douglass screamed at his giant captor repeatedly, but she couldn't hear his tiny voice coming from all the way down from her belly. From all her body language, it seemed he was soon forgotten as she went about her day. Mr. Douglass eventually convinced himself he was dreaming, but that concept became more difficult to accept everytime a subtle twist of her midsection twisted his body in a terribly painful manner. Then that hopeful notion was eliminated for good - as one cough from this delicate beauty sent the ripples of a major earthquake through his tiny world. As difficult as it was to accept, he had to realize he was a tiny speck of a man stuck to the belly of his most gorgeous student. Even if someone saw him stuck there, he would undoubtedly be dismissed as a beauty mark or the like - as he was far too small to be seen as a man. He had to admit to himself that he was at the complete disposal of young Diana.
 

Making The Grade, Part 3:

As Diana went on with the rest of her day, hours would pass by without her remembering about the tiny captive smeared against her gorgeous belly. And when she finally did remind herself, she would whisper (which was an all-encompassing, raspy yell to Mr. Douglass) about how he is nothing more than a bug and she was going to do whatever she wanted to him. Although he found this talk to be a turn-on, he was also profoundly frightened about his fate.

Eventually the school day ended and lovely Diana returned home. She immediately headed up to her room and stood in front of a full-length mirror - her hands on her hips. She looked at her belly and saw the tiny, dark speck stuck to it. A tingle of excitement rushed through her body as she pondered what to do with her esteemed teacher. "OK, Mr. Douglass - the ride's over, so time to get off little man," and without warning, she swept her hand down to her belly and flicked the tiny flea of a man off her belly and down to the floor below. Mr. Douglass was knocked out cold by the blow of her gigantic fingernail - but soon regained consciousness, only to find himself at her feet again. But rather than towering over him again, Diana decided to sit down on the floor and get a better look at her prisoner. She sat with her left leg extended out and her right knee bent (facing up) with her foot still planted upright on the floor. Mr. Douglass stood on the floor directly in front of her right foot - looking up the expanse of her lower leg to her face peering out over her knee. "Please, in the name of God, Diana - help me. I'll do anything. I'll give you an A! Just have mercy on me!!!" Although screaming, Diana could barely decipher his sqeaky voice and disregarded what she did hear. "Oh please, Jimmy - we're way past that now. It's a little too late to discuss my grade. Now you're going to be my tiny pet forever - or as long as I let you live."

Those words sent a chill down his spine. Would this strange but beautiful girl really end his life? As he thought about his chances of survival, Diana continued, "Actually, maybe I should keep you around after all. I like knowing you are at my mercy and it just wouldn't be any fun if I stepped on you and turned you into a smear on the sole of my foot. I need to think of a way to make it last a little longer.....wait a minute - I got it!"

Little Mr. Douglass watched in terror as young Diana lit up with excitement. She quickly reached for her right sandal and removed it - only to replace her bare foot on the ground in front of him. The warm, musky aroma of her perfect foot filled Mr. Douglass's world as he tried to determine her next move. She then reached out a collosal hand toward her bare foot - extending the same index fingernail that once help him captive. With an evil smirk that had become her calling card, Diana then began to scratch the top of her smooth, bronzed foot while her eyes fixated on her tiny hostage. She kept scratching the top of her foot until it became pink and irritated and didn't stop until she had created a slight abrasion. "Look, Mr. Douglass," she said with a glimmer in her eye, "I thought of a way you could be with me forever..." But before he had a chance to respond, that same giant hand reached for him and plucked him off the ground. She squeezed him gently between the tips of her thumb and forefinger and dangled him up above her bare foot. Then without warning, she separated her fingertips and let him fall onto the top of her foot below. He landed on his back and noticed he was laying directly on the new abrasion. Once again, before he had time to react, he noticed her other hand hurdling down towards him. She was holding something in it but he couldn't quite make out what it was. Within a flash, her hand closed in and he realized she as holding a small band-aid - which was coming right at him. Before he could move a muscle, the tiny adhesive came down over his body - pinning it up against the top of her lovely foot. The top half of his head was sticking out, so he still had a sightline up her foot and lower leg - all the way up to her face peering over her knee at him. She was obviously delighted with her idea - although he still wasn't sure what it was.

With Mr. Douglass trapped, she then kicked off the other sandal and walked over to her desk. Although only casually strolling across her bedroom, Mr. Douglass's tiny body could not withstand the force of her footsteps - so once again he was knocked senseless. When he regained his composure, he came to realize young Diana was taking a nap. She had stripped down to her bra and panties and was sleeping quietly on her back - feet facing up. From his perch, he could take in the magnificence of her impossibly sprawling body - and for once, everything was still. He began to ponder his situation and could hardly believe he was discussing her grade with her only hours earlier. Now he was just a tiny bug - and the gorgeous body he had often oggled had become his gigantic home. Just as he found himself admiring the tight and bronzed body of his collosal student-turned-master, he began to feel a tugging sensation on his back. As time passed and Diana slept, he noticed the tugging feeling gaining strength and spreading down the back of his body...
 

TBC