“Is she alive?” “Did it kill her?” “Oh my God, she's so small.” “She looks like a fucking ant.”

“Pipe down, girls. Sarah, mind your language. Rebecca? Wake up, girl. Now, or I'll wake you myself.”

Rebecca stirred at the sound of her teacher's voice and cracked open an eye to see Ms. Lovingham's face over her. “W-what... happened?” the young woman asked, sitting up and rubbing the drowsiness from her eyes. When next she opened them, the sight of a giant hand made her freeze. Then a pair of fingertips twice as wide as she was tall fell on the ground next to her and she screamed and curled up, fearing for her life as those intractable digits closed in on her. When they grabbed her she tried to break free, but there was such strength in them that she couldn't hope to match. They rolled and nudged her around like she was nothing until only her head stuck out from between them, then lifted her before a pair of titanic brown eyes.

“Hmph. Took you long enough,” a voice boomed out under Rebecca with all the might of a thunderclap.

“M-Miss Lovingham?” Becky said in bewilderment, recognizing the eyes peering down at her as her teacher's. “H-how... What... I-I don't understand—what on Earth is going on!?”

“Don't play dumb with me, girl. Am I supposed to believe you don't remember sneaking into the shrinking chamber before the experiment, and after I expressly warned everyone to stay away from it?”

“Shrinking chamber?” A horrible sinking feeling came over Rebecca at the mention of that terrible device. “I-it wasn't me, Miss Lovingham! Sarah and her friends, they pushed me—“

“Quiet, girl,” the teacher said, cutting off her words with a firm squeeze. “I expect my students to own up to their mistakes, not to go pinning the blame on their classmates.”

“B-b-but Miss Lovingham!”

“Enough! I don't want to hear another peep out of you, understand?” the teacher said, adjusting her fingers so they covered up all of the shrunken girl's body.

“What's going to happen to her now?” “Are they gonna grow her back or what?” two of Becky's classmates chimed in.

“No girls; that technology doesn't exist yet. That's why I warned you over and over again—” Helen Lovingham punctuated these words for Rebecca with a firm squeeze of her fingers “— that you're not to go near the device under any circumstances, else you risk getting shrunk down until God knows when like Rebecca here. As for what's going to happen to her now, that's what I'll have to sort out once we're back at school. Speaking of which, I'm afraid we'll have to cut this field trip short. Everyone, back to the bus now.”

The students departed, talking at length among themselves; all of them save Sarah, who stayed back with their middle-aged teacher. “Say, Miss Lovingham? Do you need someone to hold that bug for you on the ride back?”

“Thanks, but no. As much as I'd like to have the little miscreant out of my hands, she's still my responsibility and I can't be handing her off without good reason. Now go with your classmates; I'll catch up in a moment.”

Rebecca heard the muffled sound of footsteps trailing away, and once they'd disappeared she was allowed to see Ms. Lovingham's face again. She wanted to defend herself, to explain what had really happened, but before she could speak she found herself falling and her words turned into a terrified scream that was cut off as she hit the side of a steeply sloped wall.

Rolled down it, she ended up wedged between it and its mirror image. From there she could see Ms. Lovingham's face above, her visage framed by two big, curved walls of skin and a third one made of fabric—her teacher's breasts and her shirt, she realized.

“Miss Lovingham, please, you have to listen to me!” Becky yelled, but Helen had already looked away and, paying no mind to the pitiful squeaks coming from her cleavage, she headed for the bus.

At the teacher's first step, her blimp-sized breasts bounced ever so slightly, sending Rebecca deeper between them. It took all of the tiny girl's strength stop herself from falling still deeper with her teacher's subsequent steps.

“Miss Lovingham, wait! Y-your breasts... th-they're too heavy! I think they're going to crush me. Please, get me out of here quick! Miss Lovingham? Miss Lovingham!” She yelled and yelled, but not a word reached Helen's ears, and with her strength waning with each new step, she sank still deeper until the pressure grew enough to hold her firmly and painfully in place and all she could do was keep crying into the older woman's chest.

There she remained the entire ride back to school, a helpless victim to every bounce, shake, and wobble of Ms. Lovingham's heavy breasts. She wept for the pain she had to endure, wept for the life she had lost, wept each time she heard one of the girls who had stolen it joking about her pathetic new size; she wept until she was too spent to shed another tear, then fell into a slumber from which she awoke only when Ms. Lovingham plucked her out of her cleavage some time later to drop her on her palm.

Helen stared intently at the puny student. “Well?” she said. “What are you waiting for? Answer me already.”

“I-I'm sorry, Miss Lovingham; I was asleep. I didn't hear your question.”

Helen sighed. “Like I was just saying, I've been trying to get in contact with your mother to arrange for her to come pick you up, but she hasn't been answering her phone all day.”

“Oh, that's because she left on a trip to Brazil. She always leaves her phone behind on trips. Well, just the one phone. The one for she uses for business and... and me.”

New tears came to Becky's eyes, but they went unnoticed by Ms. Lovingham. “So she has another phone, then? What's that one's number?”

“I don't know,” Rebecca sniffled. “She never shared it with me.”

“Of all the... Damned woman doesn't even want a call from her own daughter? Well, what's it to me? I've done enough for today; if she doesn't want to pick up the damned phone that's her own bloody business,” Helen muttered.

“Um... Miss Lovingham? What's going to happen to me now?”

“As far as I'm concerned? Whatever will get you out of my hands quicker. I might hand you off to Sarah and have her take care of you if she hasn't left yet.”

“W-what!? Miss Lovingham, you can't do that! Sarah's the one who put me in the machine; she's the reason I'm like this now. Please, whatever you do, don't give me to her! I-I can give you other numbers! Other people who can take care of me, please, anyone but—”

“Oh, can it. I may be in charge of sorting out this mess you made for yourself—without even a word of thanks, mind you!—but that doesn't mean I have to spend all day calling up every phone number you have in that little head of yours, nor listening to you whine. If you want to complain, you're welcome to complain to my tits; I'm sure they'll prove very good listeners.”

Rebecca was shoved back in Ms. Lovingham's cleavage to ensure the crushing weight of her breasts for a while longer. Then after what felt like an hour, the muffled sounds reaching her through the heaving mounds of fatty flesh suggested to her that Ms. Lovingham was back in her home, which she hoped meant she wouldn't have to stay in her cleavage much longer.

Sure enough, a couple minutes later there came a slight loosening of the pressure around her, then another and another as Helen unbuttoned her shirt. With the fourth button undone, her breasts, no longer pressed together, stopped holding Becky in place, and it was only by desperately clinging to her teacher's tit that she didn't fall straight away. “M-Miss Lovingham! A little h-help, please!” she yelled, but Helen only went on removing her shirt and folding it neatly, each movement of her arms making her breasts jiggle and Rebecca swing up and down until her strength gave way and she was flung right off, onto the bed below.

As she picked herself up, Rebecca saw Miss Lovingham towering far over her, a sight more impressive than any she'd seen. It was her first time seeing any more of her teacher at this size than just her face and part of her breasts, and she saw such strength and power in the older woman's body as she had 'til now known only in the forces of nature. That humbling, awe-striking sight left her with a profound sense of her new insignificance as she realized that next to this mountain of a woman she was a pitiful nothing.

Shaking the thought away, Rebecca started yelling at her immense goddess of a teacher, who was down to her bra and panties now. But Ms. Lovingham didn't so much as glance in her direction, instead turning her back to little Becky, her big, bulbous butt jutting out and casting a shadow over the tiny girl, making her tremble in fear.

“M-Miss Lovingham?” she squeaked, unable to tear her eyes from that bottom. Then, without warning, her teacher's ass fell on her with a meteoric impact, fat cheeks flattening the poor girl against the bed. She was alive despite the pressure, but immobilized against the skin of her teacher's buttocks. 

With a sigh, Ms. Lovingham lay back on her bed, closing her eyes and taking a moment to de-stress, totally unaware of that tiny little girl fearing for her life beneath her ass. Becky desperately tried to wiggle around and make herself felt by the older woman, but nothing she did could get her teacher's attention and she remained stuck down there for many long minutes, silently pleading for her teacher to get off.

But when Ms. Lovingham did stand up, little Becky went up along with her, loosely stuck to her teacher's butt. She had already begun peeling off a moment later, but then Ms. Lovingham readjusted her panties, which had started riding up her crack. She tugged on the fabric, and when it snapped back into place, it fell right on Becky, keeping the girl pinned her to her butt while she changed into a comfortable blouse and pants. The she left the bedroom, her thick ass jiggling every step of the way while Becky tried frantically to get out before she ended up getting sat on again.

She couldn't pull herself up by Ms. Lovingham's skin, but she managed to turn herself around and start climbing up her giant black panties without any real semblance of where she was or how far she had gone. She could only hope that she was nearing the waistband now her hopes were dashed under her teacher's big butt as Helen let it fall onto the sofa. Becky's progress was stopped on the spot by the immense pressure, and then she was ground painfully down as Helen shifted back into a more comfortable position before turning on the TV.

Becky prayed and prayed that Ms. Lovingham would get up soon, but for two whole hours the older woman's ass only sank deeper into the couch, until at last the credits rolled and she got up to cook some dinner. Still, Becky was too numb continue her climb immediately. It took her some ten minutes to recover her strength, and another five minutes after that for her to finally reach the panties' waistband.

Rebecca chose to stay there for now, fearing that if Ms. Lovingham's movement might throw her off to the floor. Only when Helen sat down to eat did she resume her climb, going up along the back of her teacher's blouse while she ate in silence. Half an hour later she reached her shoulder, from which perch she saw Ms. Lovingham's plate, empty save for some streaks of grease and sauce; the only thing keeping her at the table was the half-full wineglass she held.

After catching her breath, Becky put her hands around her mouth and shouted at her teacher. She then fell to the ground to steady herself as Ms. Lovingham half-turned to her, and after a moment a giant hand appeared before her, fingers fumbling around for a second before finding upon her and bringing her to Helen's face.

“Oh, it's you,” she said with a half-drunken voice. “I forgot I had you with me. Probably because of how small you are. You're like an itty bitty bug now; a little speck of a girl. A specky Becky.” A sardonic smile appeared on her wine-stained lips. “I must seem so big and strong to you, Specky.” She adjusted her grip on her shrunken student, holding her by the legs and dangling her before her face, delighting in her screaming and helpless flailing.

“You know, it's adorable how sad and pathetic you are. Why, you're so cute I could eat you right up.” Helen dangled Rebecca before her smiling lips before passing her tongue over them, the big pink appendage looking to the poor girl like the tentacle of some terrible monster. 

Whimpering, Becky looked at her teacher's eyes, trying to gauge whether or not she was joking. She had to be, she thought—there was no way she would ever eat Rebecca. But seeing what a state Ms. Lovingham was in made her doubt, and nothing she saw assuaged her fears. Even her laughter only made Becky more scared.

“Well, maybe not quite. You probably wouldn't taste too good, I'd wager. At least, not by yourself...” Helen moved her hand back a bit, dangling the tiny girl over her glass of wine.

“Miss Lovingham? Please stop. Y-you're scaring me,” Rebecca said, but her teacher only laughed and dropped her into the wine. She fell in with tiny little plop and resurfaced a moment later, shaking her head and sputtering out what wine had gotten into her mouth. The alcohol stung her eyes and she blinked over and over again to get it out, all the while her teacher's mocking laughter rang in her ears, reverberating over the great glass walls surrounding her.

When at last she could keep her eyes open, she saw Ms. Lovingham's hand reaching for the glass. The wine sloshed around as it was picked up, rocking to and fro and almost submerging her again. Struggling to remain afloat, Becky looked up at her teacher's face and cried out, begging her to stop.

Ms. Lovingham only laughed and swirled the wine around, amusing herself with Rebecca's struggles before raising the glass to her lips. The current carried Becky helplessly along to her teacher's upper lip, to which she clung desperately to keep herself from being swallowed, and even when Helen put the glass back down she was still clinging to it.

There she hung helplessly, whimpering as she heard the wine sloshing around in her teacher's mouth, knowing that she could still end up there at any moment. Then, after Ms. Lovingham swallowed, she felt something warm and slippery brush against her legs and saw the tip of Helen's tongue wiggling playfully under her. She tried desperately to climb away, but she was much too tired, and before long her grip faltered and she fell onto the waiting tongue.

Giggling drunkenly, Ms. Lovingham's tongue carried Rebecca into her mouth. There she sloshed the tiny girl around a pool of her spit and pressed her against the roof of her mouth to squeeze out what wine had soaked into her clothes. She sucked on Becky like on a piece of candy until she had extracted every last particle of wine from her, then amused herself by pushing her around her mouth, delighting in the feeling of those delicate little limbs struggling in vain against her tongue, all the while Becky was scared out of her wits, genuinely thinking she'd end up in Helen's stomach before long.

Finally, once she'd had her fun, Ms. Lovingham spit Rebecca out onto her palm and watched as the poor girl, wiped her the spit off her face and looked at her, all curled up and trembling and on the verge of tears. “What's the matter? Are you cold? You must be with those wet clothes of yours. Let's get those off so you can start to dry off,” Ms. Lovingham said, lifting her student by the arms and fumbling at her pants. At last she managed to tug them off and toss them aside, to be lost and forgotten on her kitchen floor, before doing the same with the rest of Becky's clothes despite her protestations, leaving her stark naked.

Ms. Lovingham pressed the tiny girl against the top slope of her breast, sliding her up and down until all the spit had been wiped off. “Much better. Oh, but without your clothes you're still going to be cold. Well, don't worry, I have a warm place for you right here.” She tugged on her bra and dropped Becky inside, letting it snap back into place to hold the poor girl against her nipple. “Now you'll be nice and warm. No need to thank me; I only do it because I care so much about you. Ha ha ha!”

Becky could take no more of this abject humiliation. She clutched at her teacher's skin and tried to pull herself up, but she could make no progress. All her clawing did was make Ms. Lovingham's nipple perk up and press her more firmly against the bra.

“Ooh~!” she cooed. “Is this your way of thanking me, little Specky? You really didn't need to do this, but if you insist, I won't tell you no. But, you're barely doing anything at all. Here, let me show you how it's done.” Helen pressed down on her nipple and started rubbing it in circles, firmly kneading poor Becky into her great heaving tit. “There, now you try. Come on, what are you waiting for? Do you need more encouragement?” Helen raised a hand to her breast and squeezed it hard enough that Becky cried out in pain. When she let go this time, Becky didn't waste any time in rubbing her teacher's areola, groping the pink, bumpy skin and kneading it with all the strength she could muster.

“Mmm~. Good girl.” Filling her glass back up, Helen kept drinking while enjoying Becky's massage, occasionally tapping on her nipple or groping herself to tease the poor girl, growing more excited and unrestrained as she downed more and more wine, until she had finished what remained of the bottle and left the kitchen.

Becky stopped rubbing the nipple amidst the bouncing of her teacher's giant boobs, wondering if maybe Ms. Lovingham had forgotten about her again. It was probably for the best if she had; she didn't know how much more of this drunken playfulness she could survive.

After a time, Becky heard the rustling of fabric, then the pressure at her back was relieved as Ms. Lovingham took off her bra, leaving the tiny girl clinging fearfully to her nipple, trying not to fall as her teacher moved around. She wouldn't have to hold on for long, though, as soon Ms. Lovingham flopped flop back onto the bed, turning her breasts into mountains and leaving Becky lying at the peak.

The tiny girl sat up shakily and looked around, finding herself atop her teacher's naked body, the strange landscape illuminated by the light of the bedside lamp. In front of her Ms. Lovingham looked down with half-lidded eyes and a mischievous smile, while behind her a giant slid down to the thick bush that grew around her teacher's pussy, a sight that set Becky's little heart racing.

Seeing the tiny girl so startled, Ms. Lovingham chuckled, causing her breasts to jiggle . “What's the matter? Don't tell me you've never seen one of these before. Hmm, but I guess you've never see one looking so big.”

“M-Miss Lovingham, please... whatever you're thinking...”

“What's that? You're going to have to speak up louder than that if you want me to hear you. Ah, but it doesn't really matter; you don't need to talk at all for what we're going to do now. Besides, I don't really care what a bug like you has to say about much of anything, so just be a good girl and keep quiet while I have my fun with you.”

Ms. Lovingham grabbed Becky roughly and brought her over to her gigantic, hairy pussy. There she dropped little Becky, letting her fall onto the mesh of thick brown hairs that held her tiny body aloft, hardly bending at all under her minuscule weight. She let the tiny girl flail around for a bit, trying to escape her prodigious bush, before pushing her down with a finger, her past the mesh of pubic hairs and onto her warm, musty crotch. 

As she was slid up and down along Ms. Lovingham's lips, Becky picked up more and more of her teacher's vaginal secretions with each pass until she was all coated with it, all the while she kept screaming her muffled screams into Ms. Lovingham's womanhood. Then she was thrust into Helen's vagina, where she was slid along the richly lubricated surface while her teacher's moans resounded all over her little world. For a minute at a time she was pushed back and forth, then taken out and allowed a quick breather before being plunged back inside, each time being rubbed more vigorously until, after one more plunge, Ms. Lovingham's finger disappeared from her back.

“That's enough from me. Why don't you take it from there? Just squirm around for me and I'll pull you out once you make me come. Or I could just leave you there to drown. Your choice!”

Kicking and flailing, Rebecca tried to climb out of Ms. Lovingham's pussy, but no matter how hard she tried, she was making no progress.

“Is that the best you can do, girl?” Helen chuckled. “Put some more backbone into it, unless you actually want to drown in there.”

Becky didn't like it, but it seemed that helping her monster of a teacher get off was her only way out of here. She pushed with arms and legs against Ms. Lovingham's vaginal wall, rubbing them up and down with all her might, but all she got in returns were mocking remarks on her inadequacy.

“My, what a sad and pathetic thing you are. I ask you to do this one little thing for me and you can't even do as good a job of it as I would with my pinky. This is the only thing you're good for at that size; if you can't even manage that then you're not worth saving.”

The more she said, the more Becky sank into despair, knowing that there was nothing she could do to avoid her death. She was too tired to go on, too tired to try and crawl out of here hole. With her lungs aching for fresh air and her consciousness fading, her feeble efforts to please her goddess of a teacher slowly died out until she fell completely still.

Not a moment later, powerful convulsions gripped Becky as Ms. Lovingham found renewed excitement at the thought of having drowned a girl in her pussy. Her fingers made the plunge inside, quickly finding the poor girl and rubbing her vigorously all over the sopping wet walls of her vagina while her intensifying moans reverberated through the great cavern.

Not until she could find no more pleasure in her own touch did Helen pull her hand back out, with her student held fast to her finger by thick vaginal juices. She beheld in amusement the tiny girl's chest heaving as she desperately sucked in air, then her breathing settled down and she went all limp. With one last smile, she wiped the tiny girl off on her inner thigh, turned off the bedside lamp, and closed her eyes, leaving Rebecca to weep over this new life of hers until she gave in to her exhaustion and fell asleep.

The next morning found Rebecca still stuck held fast to her teacher's inner thigh by the dried up cum from last night's events. Once awake, the ant-sized girl tried to break out of her bindings, but however hard she tried to yank her arms and legs free, she could never break the dried-up film, and eventually she gave up. It seemed even a full night's sleep wasn't enough to end to her humiliation.

While she waited for Ms. Lovingham to wake up, Rebecca felt her stomach rumble and her mouth ache for water; she hadn't gotten anything to eat or drink since she had shrunk. Well, not except for some wine she had accidentally swallowed when she had been dropped in the wineglass and some spit that she had accidentally swallowed when in Ms. Lovingham's mouth—but she didn't want to think about that. Didn't want to think about anything that had happened last night, in fact.

Not that there was anything better for her to think about; no bright side nor hope of escape from this personal hell. No matter how she looked at it, her life was all but ruined; reduced to the size of an ant with now way to get back to normal for years or more, dependent on a woman who didn't care about her, stripped naked and made into her plaything, with no sign that things would get better anytime soon, if ever.

In time Becky's thought were interrupted by Ms. Lovingham beginning to stir, groaning as she stretched her arms and legs. Hoping that she would at least be able to get out of here, Becky yelled up at her teacher, but with her throat dry as it was she couldn't keep it up for long.

It didn't matter either way, since Helen was still too drowsy and hungover to listen to her. After stretching she lay in bed for a while longer, nursing her headache, before finally taking a deep breath and sitting up.

Rebecca could just barely turn her head far enough to see her teacher's immense body stretching above her like the face of a mountain, her breasts hanging far overhead like a pair of massive blimps. Then Ms. Lovingham swung her feet off the bed, making Becky yelp in alarm at the sudden movement and smothering her between her thighs as these came together softly, holding the tiny girl in place.

Rebecca was still caught between her teacher's thighs when Ms. Lovingham got up and started walking, being back and forth with the movement of the thigh she was stuck to and rubbed against the opposite thigh. She tried to move around, hoping that would get her teacher's attention, but she still couldn't move at all.

The rubbing slowly but surely loosened the grip that Helen's dried cum had on Becky, but even once she was free of it she was still stuck squeezed the thighs, being rolled around between them, until Ms. Lovingham's legs parted just enough to send her plummeting to the floor below.

Becky' scream was cut off with a sharp OOF as she hit the ground. Aware only of the rhythmic shaking going on around her, she slowly picked herself up, rubbing the back of her head and shivering from the cold. When she opened her eyes she saw a giant pair of feet before her, and looking further up, she saw Ms. Lovingham standing in just her panties, leaning back against the kitchen counter, holding a glass of water that she took short sips from while rubbing her temples with her other hand.

If was Becky's first time seeing her teacher from the floor, and looking all the way up at her, knowing herself beneath the other woman's notice, she felt a deeper sense of her own insignificance than ever before. She shivered again, as much from the cold as from the sight of her teacher.

She hadn't been on the floor for long but already she was chilled to the bone. It wasn't just her lack of clothes, since Ms. Lovingham was almost as naked and didn't seem bothered by it. No, it was because of her size; small as she was, Rebecca lost heat faster than she could make more. As if she wasn't already helpless enough like this, now it turned out she couldn't even supply her own body heat. And, meanwhile, there was Ms. Lovingham's body, every inch of which radiated more heat than she ever could, almost as if it were taunting her.

Rebecca didn't think she could get her teacher's attention from down here, so, finding herself in dire need of warmth, she walked over to her teacher's feet, hugging herself and rubbing her arms for warmth until she came to stand before the big toe.

It was a reminder of Becky's new insignificance that the toe was three times as tall as her, and even the pinky toe was twice her height. Becky looked up with uncertainty at her teacher, fearing that she might be stepped on like a bug or something, but at last she pushed her fear aside and carefully putting her hand on Ms. Lovingham's toe. It wasn't particularly warm, but compared to the floor and the chill morning air, it felt downright toasty.

Seeing that the toe hadn't moved at all at her touch, Becky pressed her body against it, sighing as she took in some of its heat. After basking in the relative warmth for a moment, Becky started climbing the toe, and was able to use the ridges of Ms. Lovingham's toeprint as the rungs of a ladder to reach her red-lacquered toenail. From there she looked up at the rest of her teacher's body, right up to those huge tits which blocked off the view of her face. She knew she had to get Ms. Lovingham's attention, else she risked ending up lost on the floor or even getting stepped on, so she crawled forward along the toenail until she was on the skin, then tried rubbing her toe to get her attention. When that didn't work, she tried hitting it instead.

Feeling a little bother on her toe, Helen tried rubbing it away with the sole of her other foot, inadvertently brushing Becky off her toe and into the space between her toes. Though she made no effort to hold her in place, still her toes had Becky trapped, and no matter how the poor girl tried to wriggle free, with this as with so many things, she was at the whims of her gargantuan teacher, a helpless victim to the most innocent of the older woman's actions.

Helen casually moved her toes up and down while she finished off her glass of water, inadvertently toying with the tiny student, then put the glass aside and raised her foot to take a step. Becky yelled as she was lifted up by her teacher's toes, now clinging to those monstrous digits that she had just been trying desperately to escape. Yet despite her effort to hang on, when Ms. Lovingham's foot came back down, the impact threw her off and sent her rolling over the floor. She bounced over the cold, hard surface and came to a stop some distance further ahead, groaning in pain. Then she opened her eyes and screamed as she saw her teacher's other foot coming towards her. Her scream was silenced not a second later as the massive foot fell on her and flattened her under its vast sole. Countless tons bore down on her with a crushing force that felt like anytime now it would break her bones to splinters and reduce her to a bloody stain. Yet despite the hardness of the floor below and the incalculable weight pressing down on her she still remained intact. How that was she had no idea; it was nothing short of a miracle, but she couldn't be too grateful for it with all the pain she still felt.

She couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything but wait for Ms. Lovingham's foot to be lifted from her and hope that she could survive until then. But when Ms. Lovingham did take another step, lifting that foot back into the air, Becky still wasn't freed from it. She remained on that sole, being swung forward with it, and when it came down again, she found herself victim to its impact again, helpless again, helpless as always. Over and over again she was stepped on, made to feel like dirt under her teacher's foot.

After a time Becky could hear the sound of rushing water. Then Ms. Lovingham's foot was lifted high, high in the air and, looking down from it, Becky saw a huge expanse of water. As the foot dove into it with her, Becky was washed off by the great lake of water and found herself going around and around, moved by the swirling currents of water to which Ms. Lovingham gave rise to as she eased herself into her bathtub. Only after a couple minutes did the water settle down enough for her to swim desperately up to the surface.

Rebecca finally surfaced about a foot in front of her teacher's huge, heaving tits which hung half-submerged in the water. She started swimming for them, but then Ms. Lovingham scooped up the bit of water that Becky happened to be floating on and splashed it onto her chest. Becky almost slid off Ms. Lovingham's breast along with the water, but before she was washed out into the tub, she managed to grab onto the giant nipple as she was sliding by. She clung fiercely to it while Helen poured more water on herself, and even managed to hold on through the jiggling of the giant tit as Ms. Lovingham gave it a brisk and vigorous rub.

Finally things settled down and Helen let her head fall back, closing her eyes to relax, letting the warm water remedy her hangover. Then Becky tried calling to her again, but she was so sore and tired, and her throat so parched, that she could only manage a croaking sort of yell that didn't reach the older woman's ears. She despaired for a moment, wondering what she might do now, only to realize that an answer was quite literally right under her nose. With the right stimulation to this nipple she might entice her teacher to look down, and though she was worried about how Ms. Lovingham might react, whatever her teacher did would still be better than falling back into the tub and being flushed down the drain.

Wrapping her arms around the big pink nub of Ms. Lovingham's nipple, Becky started grappling with it, using arms and legs alike to try to twist it around until it started to grow under her, reaching twice its prior height. At the same time she heard a light, rumbling moan coming from Ms. Lovingham, and she thought she must be doing it right. She thought it wouldn't be long before Ms. Lovingham found her, but instead of looking down, Helen only reached over to her nipple, her fingers coming down on it to rub it in circles. Unable to resist the strength of her fingers, Becky was kneaded into Ms. Lovingham's areola and rubbed in circles around it, once again being turned into a mere sex toy. She tried calling to her teacher, but could only yell directly into her teacher's breast.

Tired out as she was, Becky chose to quit fighting her teacher's huge fingers; better to surrender herself to them as long as they weren't doing anything dangerous or painful. In that surrender she found herself nodding off, until suddenly Ms. Lovingham stopped rubbing herself and moved her finger off of Becky.

Brow furrowed and squinting, Helen stared hard at the tiny girl. “Oh, that's right,” she said at last. “I forgot all about you again. Goes to show how utterly worthless you are now, I guess. Well, since you're here now, I might as well make use of you.”

Becky looked back at her, opening her mouth to say something, but before she could, Helen carried her over to the bar of soap and scrubbed her tiny body into it, then pressed her back against her breast and started rubbing her around her nipple again, then over the rest of her tit, savoring the feeling of those delicate little limbs dimpling into her skin.

Taking care to get more soap on the little girl every so often, she and used her tiny form to clean the rest of her body, starting with her armpits, scrubbing Becky against them until their usual smell was lost. She used the tiny girl to clean her face and her arms, her boobs, then stood up and started cleaning her own ass, rubbing Becky all over her cheeks and up and down her crack, even spending a minute rubbing her over her anus. After that she went on to wash her legs all the way down to her feet, and finally her crotch, passing Becky thoroughly over the forest of her pubes.

It was far from the most efficient way to clean herself, but she didn't care. As she had discovered last night, everything she did was infinitely more fun as long as she could dominate little Specky while doing it.

When she was finally done washing herself, she pulled the plug on the drain and left Specky on her nipple, telling her to hang on. Rebecca did as she was told, clinging fearfully to Ms. Lovingham's nipple while the goddess of a teacher grabbed a towel and dried herself off, then wrapped the towel around herself, pinning Becky to her breast. Smiling as she rubbed a finger over the faint outline of the tiny girl, she left for her bedroom, where she hummed happily to herself while pulling out her clothes. Then, unwrapping the towel, she plucked Becky from her nipple and threw her into her mouth, where she toyed with the tiny girl while getting dressed.

Becky wasn't nearly as scared of being eaten as she had been last night, certainly not with Ms. Lovingham sober as she was, but still there was still so much fear in knowing that she could be swallowed if Ms. Lovingham ever wished to do so, and at first she struggled to escape from Ms. Lovingham's tongue before finally giving in and letting herself be ravaged by that monster, holding back tears as it toyed with her.

She had no sense of how long she spent in there, being the plaything of that monstrous tongue, but in time she was spat out and gripped by those now-familiar fingers. She was briefly examined by her goddess of a teacher, who she noticed was now dressed, then she was set down on a hard surface. Even while she wiped the spit off her face, the smell of food instantly caught her attention, and opening her eyes she saw a huge omelet right there beside her. Her stomach growled at the sight and she watched intently as it a giant fork tore into it and carried a huge chunk up to Ms. Lovingham's mouth. Then she watched as Ms. Lovingham lifted a glass of water to her mouth and took a long sip from it.

Licking her lips with that bone-dry tongue of hers, she readied herself to beg for some food and water, but before she had the need to, Ms. Lovingham tore off a tiny piece of the omelet and pushed it next to Becky, then dipped a finger in the glass of water and brought it next to her, letting a single drop of water fall next to the tiny girl. “Well? What are you waiting for? Aren't you hungry? Go on, eat,” she said. Becky stared at her teacher, hardly believing this act of kindness, however small, coming from she who had shown not the slightest concern for her wellbeing until now. Still, she needed no further invitation to tear into the little bit of food she had been given after having wettened her parched throat with some gulps of water.

Even with her thirst and hunger, Becky didn't even come close to finishing off what food and water she had been given, and when at last had her fill she sat back on the plate just as Ms. Lovingham was finishing off her meal. Then Ms. Lovingham reached down to where Becky was resting, licking her lips hungrily. The tiny girl quivered, fearing that she would be brought up to her teacher's mouth again, but instead the finger only swept up what food she had been left unfinished. Rebecca followed that minuscule piece of omelet as it was brought up to Ms. Lovingham's lips and licked up, then given a couple chews and finally swallowed, knowing full well how easily she could have been the one given that treatment.

“Enjoy your meal, little morsel?” Helen asked the tiny girl. Becky hesitated only for a moment before nodding. “Good. Now, about the payment... Oh, I'm sorry, did you think your meal was going to be free?” Helen asked upon seeing the tiny girl's bewilderment. “I may be your caretaker for the moment but that doesn't mean you get to eat my food for nothing. No, you'll have to work for your meals, or I'll find another way to make you pay for them.”

Helen grabbed Becky and took her to her bedroom, then dropped the tiny girl onto her platform sandals. “Clean these and I'll consider the day's meals paid for. I'm going out later so you'd better have them ready by then, or else,” Ms. Lovingham said, then departed, leaving Becky all alone on the giant sandal, right in the imprint of her teacher's big toe.

Looking around the surface of those sandals, Becky sighed and got to work, picking up pieces of dirt and dust and other filth and carrying them one by one to the edge of the sandal, dropping them overboard before going on to get the next one, and so on until she had finished cleaning the first sandal. By the time she started on the second one, she herself was as dirty as its insole, covered in a greasy sort of grime that smelled faintly of dirty feet and refused to come off all the way no matter how much she rubbed at it.

Becky was eager to do a good job so she might avoid her teacher's punishment, but the poor girl wasn't used to any labor more intensive than washing the dishes, and it wasn't long before she started getting tired of lugging around all this trash to throw overboard. She worked until her arms and legs were sore but her progress slowed significantly as she went, and by the time Helen came around again she had only cleaned half of the second sandal.

“Alright, Specky, time to see if you did a good job,” Ms. Lovingham said, crouching next to the sandals and swiping a finger over the one that Rebecca had already cleaned. She examined the finger closely, frowning at it, then passed it over again and rubbed her fingers together. “It's clean enough,” she said, sounding disappointed that Becky had done a good job. Then she looked over to the other one and Becky grew worried as her teacher ran a finger over the insole, right by the bug-sized girl. “Ah! Looks like you didn't finish this one yet! What a lazy, lazy girl. Well, if you couldn't pay off your meals by working for them, I'll have to punish you to make up for what you still owe me. You'll spend the rest of the day on that sandal you so irresponsibly failed to clean; that will teach you to work harder next time.”

Fear shot through Becky as she heard that, and she begged her teacher not to put her through such a thing, but Ms. Lovingham didn't care one bit what she wanted. Smiling to herself, she held her foot over the sandal, slowly lowering the ball of her foot onto the back end. Then  he tipped the sandal backwards, sending Becky rolling down the slope towards the heel end, until the tiny girl bumped up against her toes. Finally she slid her foot forward, rolling Becky along under her sole until she had her sandal all the way on. She let her foot settle into the sandal, wiggling her toes idly as she got a feeling for the tiny little bug under her foot.

To tell the truth she could hardly even feel Becky down there. The girl was so pitifully small as to be nearly insensible, but moving her foot around a bit she did feel her where she lay under the ball of her foot, immobilized by the pressure; if Helen hadn't known it was a living person she would have assumed that what she felt under her foot was a piece of lint.

She took a few steps, then it occurred to her that maybe the girl might be suffocating under her sole, so Helen moved her foot around, carefully manipulating the bug-sized girl until she was under the arch of her toes, held in place by her big, long digits. Then she pressed her big toe down on her long and hard, making sure to drive the tiny girl as deep into it as she could. Kneeling down, she lifted her toe up a bit and peered under it to see that the girl was now stuck to its bottom. Now she would just have to lift her toe up every once in a while and Becky would get enough air not to suffocate; in fact, even if she forgot, Becky was still likely to get plenty of chances to breathe while she was walking. And so, Giving a couple quick taps of her toe to tease the tiny girl, Helen set out to her car and from there she left to go shopping.