------ Chapter 5 ------

         I didn’t even need to turn around. I’d recognize that feminine voice anywhere.

         The woman continued, with the stern, disapproving tone of a trained disciplinarian. “I was surprised when you didn’t show up this morning. I was looking forward to having you in my class this year.”

         Slowly, I turned to behold the massive beauty that was Mrs. Nina Marsh, a teacher at my school. A stunning middle aged woman, she taught high school science, and I remembered that it was actually her class that I had skipped first period. Although I’d never had class with her before, I saw her frequently around school, and we both knew of each other.

          To make matters even more uncomfortable, I also had a massive crush on her. Yet she was a married woman- and a teacher- so I’d always preferred to admire her from afar. Despite her age, and perhaps even because of it, she was adored by nearly every guy in school. Mrs. Marsh was that untouchable beauty, that magnificent woman who you could look at but could never touch.

        And now, as I looked upon her with eyes agape, I saw just how enormous she was. Forget my mother, sister, or any other women I’d encountered so far. This gargantuan teacher towered over all of them, by far the biggest female specimen I’d ever laid eyes upon. My heart jumped as I took in her massive bulk, my brain boggled at the sight of a woman leagues taller than any I’d ever seen before. As my eyes followed the outline of her hourglass contours, I pondered how it was physically possible for a woman to get so big. Doing some mental calculations, I concluded that if I was standing next to her, I would need to raise my arms above my head simply to touch her knees. And that was without her tall spike heels on.

        She frowned down at me, peering over her stylish glasses with piercing blue eyes, allowing me to feel her wrath as a disciplinarian. Her straight black hair was done up in a messy bun, with loose strands falling about here and there. Dressed in a white blouse top with a tight regal blue skirt, she was absolutely breathtaking. Yet her gorgeous face gave off an expression of disapproval, making me feel even smaller than I actually was. She’d never paid this much attention to me before, and now she was staring directly at me, examining me and expecting an explanation.

        “Um…” I fiddled with my thumbs, and felt my face flush. I was immediately tongue tied in her presence, not only because I’d been caught skipping, but because she was simply so drop-dead gorgeous.

         Sensing my fear, she dropped her hands to her massive hips and took another menacing step forward, her gigantic black high heel landing fairly close to me. I averted my eyes from her gaze, and caught sight of her open toed shoe. Her toenails had been painted a bright rosy pink color, uncharacteristically youthful taste for someone like her.

        “Well, what do you have to say for yourself?”

        “Um… ah… I’m sorry Mrs. Marsh?” I searched for the words, and finally just apologized.

         Her face screwed up in a look of disgust, her plush lips pursing. “Mrs. Marsh? Did you forget who you were talking to?”

         Her reaction was not exactly the one I’d expected, and it left me fairly bewildered. Wasn’t she Mrs. Marsh? I searched about nervously, frantically trying to find some way to explain myself. As I did, I miraculously somehow noticed that her ring finger was bare.

         Of course! In this universe, she wasn’t married! Then… she was probably referred to by her maiden name!

          Which, of course, I had no idea what that was. As I struggled to produce an answer, a significant amount of time passed. Uncomfortably, I began to sweat and squirm.

          Her eyes got big, and with exasperation, she finally spoke. “Ms. Bianchi, Dean. Your teacher this year? I have to say, you aren’t starting the year on the right foot.”

          With that impatient statement, she pointed to her foot expectantly. Judging by her body language, I knew I was supposed to do something.

          I desperately didn’t want her to be mad at me, but I didn’t know what to do. Panicked, I could feel myself blush, close to tearing up. “I’m sorry Ms. Bianchi!”

          “Then apologize to me.” She answered, her tone softening. She pointed at her foot again.

          My brain made a sudden connection, and I tentatively leaned forward. I was pretty sure I knew now what she had wanted me to do.

          I place one hand on the edge of her shoe, and watched as she wiggled her massive toes expectantly. Slowly, cautiously, I stooped over and kissed the top of her big toe, pressing my face into the smooth pink surface of her nail.

         “Hmm…” My beautiful teacher murmured thoughtfully, “Could use some work. But that’s what I’m here for, right?

          A shadow formed around me, and before I could react, I felt her huge, warm hand wrap around my body and hoist me into the air. I clutched her fingers tight until she brought me level with her face.

          “I want you to stay after school today Dean, as punishment for skipping class. I’ll be sure to teach you the proper way to treat a woman,” she smirked with a devilish intent.

           I made eye contact with her as she held me, and for a long while she merely returned my gaze. Her eyes were so captivating and large, huge blue orbs of pure feminine expression, adorned with alluring makeup. There was no malice behind them anymore, just a strange expression I’d never seen her have before. Her gaze was one of coquettish curiosity.

            Warm, strong fingers wrapped around my waist and hips, further securing me. With a smile, she lowered me to her side, where she cradled me in one arm under the shelf of her enormous bosom. Eagerly, I wrapped my arms and legs around her waist and took her in, rubbing my face against the flowing white fabric of her top.

            Ms. Bianchi walked back to class, each step launching me forward and thudding with an impactful boom. She was easily the largest woman I’d ever seen, standing well over 30 feet tall by my estimate. I was sure my mother, who was probably only a little over 20 feet tall, only came up to Ms. Bianchi’s chest. It was amazing, being carried by this Godzilla-like woman. She was sexy and powerful, and her lumbering footsteps slammed into the ground with a deafening clack as her heel met tile. The whole gigantic mass of woman shifted and moved as she walked, and I wanted nothing more than to cling to her. The entire experience was more than a little enjoyable. My heart fluttered with elation, as the realization that Ms. Bianchi- my secret crush- had not only noticed me, but was carrying me at this very moment to her classroom.

            She made her way out of the library, into the hallway and towards her next classroom. As she entered the room I could see that nearly all of the seats were filled as female students milled about.

            Around 30 sets of female eyes suddenly caught sight of me, and I began to feel very uneasy and very out of place amongst these titanic girls. Far bigger than all of them, Ms. Bianchi arrived at her desk and deposited me on top of it before scooping up a clipboard and taking roll call. My body tingled with anticipation as I wondered what the rest of the school day would have in store for me.

            In a loud commanding voice, Ms. Bianchi announced that this was science class, introduced herself, and proceeded to take roll. I recognized nearly all the girls that were there as members of my classes from the previous year. As the names were called, I couldn’t help but notice that all eyes were on me. Some of the stares were inquisitive, others merely noting something different in the room. A few women even looked towards me with a degree of disgust. I took note of these girls in particular, and thought that I should probably make a point of avoiding them in the future.

            As the end of roll call was coming up, I began to wonder where my seat would be, considering that I was still sitting on top of the teacher’s desk. Yet I felt it was wisest not to say anything just yet.

            When she was satisfied that everyone was present, Ms. Bianchi set the clipboard down and reclined in her chair, telling the class to open their books. As she began lecturing, I felt her hand slip around my waist.

            Nonchalantly, Ms. Bianchi delicately felt my body with her fingertips, rubbing them up and down my chest as she spoke. Then, without breaking stride in her lecture, she pulled me behind her desk and out of sight, depositing me in her oversized lap.

            I stared up at her, lying on my back in the warm confines of her dark blue skirt. Delicately, she stroked me with gigantic fingers, playing with my body like I was some kind of doll. I’m not sure I would have liked the experience if it was anyone but her. But she was so sexy and beautiful that I simply let her fingers wander where they wanted. Besides, what was I going to do to resist her? If this woman wanted to hold me, well… then it looked like I was going to have to accept the fact that I was going to get held.

            The mundane lecture went on for a half hour like that, until homework was assigned. I could hear the students scribbling, working hard on the problems. As they worked, I wondered if every school day was like this for me in this new reality, and decided that for the time being I was ok with how things were working out. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

            At this point, Ms. Bianchi’s hand suddenly clamped down tight on me, taking control of my whole body, and I felt myself being lowered to the floor. A loud scuttling crash was heard off to my right, and I saw a massive heel flop to the side. She was barefoot!

            The massive beauty set me down. My back touched the cool tile, and her fingers splayed out over my body, pinning me under her cool palm. A huge bare sole came into view, hovering above me. My heart raced as cruel thoughts rushed through my head. Was she about to step on me? Instinctively, I threw up my arms to protect myself.

            No. Gently she set her foot down on top of me, squashing me slightly, almost completely covering my body with her soft sole. The titanic teacher then scrunched her toes against my head and rocked her foot back and forth, playing with my body. Carefully she rolled me under her feet, plastering my face against the base of her toes, grinding my lower body with her heel.

            I would have thought that I would have hated being treated like this, and in truth, if it was anyone but her I probably would have been livid. Yet, I had admired Nina Bianchi for quite a while. Many nights I’d thought about her, or spent long hours staring at her from across the lunchroom. Just to be able to touch her, even her feet, was something of a dream come true. I was quickly becoming enamored with her- every part of her. The fact that she was humongous somehow added to the effect.  

            As her lovely toes passed over me, I eagerly rubbed my face in between them, feeling the soft skin flow over my face. I was surprised that her feet didn’t even stink, and in fact they had a pleasant berry scent to them. Large feminine toes scrunched hard, clamping down powerfully, and my face was comfortably wedged between them. Ms. Bianchi played with me like that for a few minutes before releasing me. Another clatter, as her other shoe came off. My enormous teacher transferred feet, lifting one off of me and replacing it with the other, toying with my body for her own amusement as she worked.

            She played with me like that until the bell rang for the next period. After the students filed out of the classroom, she finally released me, lifting her gargantuan foot off of my minuscule body. Strangely, I felt almost sad when it ended.

            Lying on my back, I watched as she stood, propelled upwards by powerful womanly leg muscles. I couldn’t help myself, and felt a hot surge of lust rush though my body. Just being in her oppressing feminine presence was quickly turning me on.

            She pulled her chair back and stooped over, her face peering at me. A large, elegant hand was lowered for me to climb on.

            “C’mon now Dean. We’re going.” Her sultry yet percussive voice floated from above, commanding me.

            I nearly leapt into her hand.

            She carried me to her next classroom, which proceeded in pretty much the same manner as the previous one. In fact, for most of that first day of school, Ms. Bianchi lectured while she played with me in various ways, touching me all over.  I began to feel like I was her own little stress reliever, and certainly felt like a teacher’s pet, perhaps even in a literal sense.

            And honestly, I was pretty ok with that. Any attention from Ms. Bianchi was good, even if it meant I was being treated like a glorified lapdog.

            Finally the last bell of the day rang, and the students were dismissed. I had been lying in Ms. Bianchi’s lap, and I could feel her chair scoot out.

            She peered down at me, looking over her voluptuous bosom. The woman was breathtakingly beautiful from this angle.

            “Now we’ve got to discuss what to do with you…” she grinned. I had completely forgotten that I was supposed to stay after school, and suddenly became very curious. Was she going to punish me somehow, or just let me off with a warning? It didn’t matter. I was in such a state of adoration at that moment that any time spent with my dream woman alone was going to be good time. Or so I thought.