------ Chapter 18 ------
Alison dropped me off at school, setting me down on the ground at her sandaled feet. Hands on her hips, she towered over me while I barely came up to her knees.
“I guess this is goodbye squirt,” she gazed down at me over her nose, “you should kiss my feet before I go. It’s the least you could do since technically you’re still supposed to be my slave.”
Wiggling her freshly painted toes in anticipation, she continued, “Go on. While you’re at it, tell me I’m the most muscular and fit woman you know. I want to be a goddess today.”
Other lumbering schoolgirls passed by, their stares unnerving me a bit as their massive feet thudded against the earth. “Do I have to?” I moaned, not particularly eager to prostrate myself at my sister’s feet in front of everyone at the whole school.
“Yes!” the gigantic woman insisted, “Remember: you still owe me! Now kiss!” She pointed towards her feet, a sinister sneer on her face.
Slowly, I knelt down. This seemed like a pretty mild punishment, considering she had saved me from being raped by that jock Tami. Her toes splayed out, lustrous black painted nails glinting in the sunlight. Sighing, I knelt down and planted firm kisses on each toe, making sure to embrace each one.
Alison ate it up, beaming from all the attention it was getting. Women didn’t exactly get to see men everyday, much less one publicly worshipping a woman he was with. I could tell Alison’s popularity was going to soar from this little stunt. If it was something I could do to help her out before I left the house forever, I guess it didn’t really matter in the long run. It wasn’t like a man in this world could really afford have much dignity anyway.
The women passing by made a few side comments, congratulating Alison or otherwise approving. My domineering big sister smiled and flexed, soaking it all in. Her alpha woman side was coming out amidst all the commotion.
A smaller girl walked up to Alison. At only around twenty feet tall, this girl was a couple of feet shorter than my sister. She softly tapped Alison on the elbow to get her attention.
“Can I try him out?” I could see from the expression on her face that this request took a lot of guts. Alison was quite big, and clearly had me claimed. A request to share was… bold.
“Uh… he’s kind of mine at the moment,” Alison shrugged. The smaller girl squirmed nervously.
“Yeah I know, but I know he’s your brother too. I’ve never had a man kiss my feet before. I’d like to know what that feels like, if it’s ok with you.”
I noted how she failed to ask my permission. No, in fact she asked my “handler” if it was ok, like I was some kind of pet or something. I frowned pitifully and no one noticed.
“I guess its ok.” Alison turned down to me and pointed at the new girl’s feet. “Kiss her feet!” she ordered, looking down at me.
I glanced at the new girl’s toes. She wore open toed heels with a flower print and had purple painted nails. Nervously I glanced back up to my sister. Was she really going to make me do this? This had gone beyond a minor inconvenience and was becoming humiliating.
My sister must have read the displeasure on my face, because she pounced on the opportunity to chastise me. “Don’t question me, squirt! Do it.” Alison frowned and stomped her foot. The sharp impact kicked up clouds of dust. She was becoming more domineering every second, spurned by the attention she was receiving. A small crowd of women began to congregate around us, curious to see what would happen.
Reluctantly, I stooped over and kissed the new girls feet. I had barely finished when a new feminine foot was suddenly shoved in my face. Another schoolgirl demanded that I pay tribute to her. My domineering sister pointed and ordered me to act. But just as I finished kissing this newcomer another foot appeared. Then another. And another!
The situation quickly got out of hand. A forest of feminine legs surrounded me, bare feet slamming down next to me. Shouts and commotion rained down as each woman demanded my attention, eager to have just one moment where a man was bent to their will. I could hear Alison trying to assert her authority over the crowd, but her size was being trumped by the sheer number of girls.
They were everywhere. Small delicate feet, large clod hoppers, clad in a wide variety of shoes or barefoot. Nail polish of every color. I grabbed a woman’s foot that had a toe ring on nearly every toe, and I kissed each silver painted nail desperately. Another sandaled foot had an elaborate ankle ring, with charms dangling from a chain. As I worked her over, three more womanly feet squeezed up to me. Frantically I kissed and licked and just did whatever I could to get them off of me. I fell to the ground, knocked down by a rogue ankle. I sat up as a big red nailed toe was deposited in my lap. I couldn’t even tell who the owner was. The toe lurched towards me, pushing me flat to the dirt. I was being stepped on, trampled by this herd of women!
No no no! I shouted against the voices, but the shrill girlie requests and bickering easily drowned me out and the women jockeyed for a turn. Alison shoved a woman aside. The foot pinning me lifted off of my body and I saw sunlight for a brief second before a second bare foot planted itself on my chest, trapping me. Luckily, these women weren’t throwing their weight into it, otherwise I was sure I’d be crushed. I licked the toes, the woman cooed, and gold painted toes appeared next. I was swimming in a sea of feet, desperately trying to not get stepped on, pleasuring this feeding frenzy of women.
Amidst the chaos, I spotted Alison’s foot- sandaled with black nails. With one desperate push, I landed on top of it and wrapped my arms around her ankle like it was a life raft. I wanted nothing more than to curl up under her toes, safe from these other feet. Alison would protect me, I hoped.
Sensing that I was latched on, my sister’s tree-like leg muscles tensed and lurched backwards as she took two huge steps back to disengage from the crowd. My legs and feet dragged across the concrete, but I didn’t mind as long I was getting away.
Suddenly Alison stopped, as if she had abruptly backed into something. Both my sister and I looked behind her to see what it was. As I looked my heart leapt with joy.
My goddess was clad in an emerald dress and with a loose, lowered hairstyle. Striking an intimidating posture, she reared up to her new and improved height, glaring down at the crowd of women. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever laid eyes on.
“Enough of this.” Nina strongly declared, her displeasure obvious to all. Her words had a way of stopping everyone cold as fear washed over the group.
With one long arm, she reached over my sister and scooped me up, hoisting me up and depositing me on her shoulder like a child. Nina was just under forty feet tall, and Alison was the next largest woman at a little over twenty feet tall, so my teacher positively towered over everyone else. She towered, and I loved every second of it.
Sternly, she scolded the group of schoolgirls, locking eyes with each and every one of them as her massive shadow fell over the group. “This one is MINE. This will not be happening again. Do I make myself clear?”
Nervous nods and murmurs all around suggested that in fact, Nina was absolutely clear. Even Alison was struck dumb by Ms. Bianchi’s fearful presence. This level of discipline was beyond Ms. Bianchi’s duties as a teacher; these girls had interfered with her personal property.
“Good.” With an intimidating glower, my savior turned and carried me inside the schoolhouse. Since she was taller than she had been yesterday, she needed to duck slightly to make it through the door now, but luckily her head didn’t hit the ceiling in the hallways yet.
She carried me all the way into her office before gingerly placing me on her desktop and addressing me.
“Hey, you need to be more careful Dean!” My woman poked me softly with a finger, a look of genuine concern on her pretty face. “You could have been really hurt back there, or worse!”
It was amazing to see her transition from Dominant Teacher Mode to… this. The woman was truly worried about me. I guess I had thought that she didn’t care, based off of her terms when she claimed me just the other day. She had been all business then, perhaps even being a bit of an ice lady about it. Now she was giving off some very attached and protective vibes. I wondered what had changed in her. Perhaps seeing me being mobbed by other women caused her to feel some jealousy. I guess whatever it was didn’t matter- she seemed to really like me!
“I’ll be careful. You were awesome back there, though,” I gushed in adoration, “thank you so much for saving me.” She had no idea how glad I was to have someone rescue me from that hell.
Nina sat down in her desk chair, smiled, and relaxed. The mature curves of her womanly posterior squeezed cautiously into the chair, which was now getting quite a bit too small for her. It creaked painfully under her increased weight, and the sides of her increased hips pressed vigorously into the armrests. With her large fingers she grasped my arm tenderly, examining and playing with me like a doll. She was gorgeous, perhaps even more gorgeous than before- if that was even possible. A massive feminine body filled my entire view. Her bare shoulders and neckline loomed like a mountain, and her lustrous and voluminous black hair cascaded down them. Her perfect face was like Mount Rushmore, or the Statue of Liberty. Glistening white teeth, luscious pink lips, and deep, piercing blue eyes behind a teacher’s glasses completed the package of my ideal woman. With her wonderful strong but feminine features, in a way she looked like a giant Lucy Lawless.
“Just don’t get into a situation like that again. You’re a pretty remarkable little specimen, and I would be upset if anything terrible were to happen to you.”
“You look a lot bigger than yesterday. It’s …nice.” I said timidly, hoping she would take it as a compliment. She seemed to.
“Well, I did just grow quite dramatically. You know, its strange Dean… growing taller. You have to get used to the dimensions of your body all over again. It’s a wonderful and beautiful thing, like you’re rediscovering yourself,” she mused thoughtfully.
“You’re a wonderful and beautiful thing,” I blurted like a love-struck dork. It felt like I was losing control of my words.
A curious eyebrow raised in response. “Oh? You think so?”
I nodded vigorously. “I loved watching you grow tall the other night. I’d like to see it happen again sometime.”
Nina smiled and shook her head disappointingly, “Unfortunately little Dean, it’s taken nearly my whole life savings to afford that little bit. In all likelihood, I’ll probably never get my hands on another packet of Growth-Rite. It was a good investment, but I’m afraid this is probably it for me.”
Well, poop! “Why is it so expense?”
She gave me a look that said she’d never expect me to understand, but then thought better of it.
“Well… it’s terribly complicated, you see. Essentially, it is a difficult and rare chemical substance to produce, making it a particularly limited supply. Furthermore, there is an incredible demand, exacerbated by the monopoly the Madame President has on Growth-Rite.”
I thought about it for a second. “It’s because she’s the biggest woman… right? So she gets first dibs on the stuff. She does it to stay on top.”
“Precisely!” she leaned back in her chair, impressed by my deduction. She smirked and narrowed her eyes. “You are a smart one, aren’t you?”
I shrugged, “Not particularly. I mean, back in my old world. Men don’t seem to really get educated here, so I guess among the few men here I must be some kind of genius.”
Nina nodded in agreement. “Last year at class you couldn’t perform basic mathematical functions, you couldn’t grasp scientific concepts, and you certainly couldn’t read. And that was normal, for a man. The only reason your mother enrolled you in the first place was so that you could be socialized to behave around women, which by the way, is something that you seem to have completely forgotten how to do.”
“Sorry… I guess. I’m trying.”
“It’s… ok for now,” she placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder, or rather, draped her massive hand over me. At this scale my head must have been the size of a Ping-Pong ball to her. “I don’t mind too terribly much how you act in private. I… enjoy speaking frankly with you like this, Dean. You are an outstanding conversationalist. However, please be attentive to me around other women. I have a reputation to uphold, you know.”
“I can do that.” She liked talking to me! Good vibes!
Her sexy blue eyes shot a glance to the clock. “With that, I think it’s time for class to start now.”
Womanly but vice-like fingers squeezed my body as she stood. It was an awesome sight to behold as she rose upwards. Nina shot me a quick cute smile of adoration, before her face formed into the mask she wore as a teacher and a figure of authority. It was time to get to work.