“This won’t do, Javi. You’re at a C+ after that last test,” Shawna chided, seated backwards in the desk in front of Michelle and the tiny. Women’s and Gender Studies 101 had just wrapped, and Michelle and Heather were packing up when the redhead approached their spot in the back corner. She had on a white dress shirt unbuttoned far enough to display her plunging neckline and a maroon pencil skirt that accentuated her nylon clad legs. Her wavy scarlet hair cascaded past her shoulders, pairing off her crimson red lip gloss. “We have to remedy this immediately, lest it affect your athletic career. It’s time we had ourselves a one-on-one tutoring session.” Shawna held her hand out on the desk, waiting for Javi to climb on without thinking to ask if he was available.

            “Yeah, that test was rough,” Heather interjected, leaning forward on her desk to push herself into the conversation. “Maybe I could get in on some tutoring.”

            Shawna gave her a cursory glance and formulated a counter offensive to the heiress’ obstinance. “Rough, you say? Your A- begs to differ,” Miss Everhart said with a calculated smirk, eliciting a tongue click from her student. “I’m open to offering you any assistance you’d require, but it will do you and Javi more good to see to you both individually given the stark difference in your performances.”

            With a hiss and an eye roll, Heather conceded her point, standing up and hoisting her skateboard-laden backpack on her shoulder. “See ya tomorrow, Javi.” Michelle sat there idly as Heather made her exit. She wanted to butt in but realized her B+ wasn’t going to get her any further than the heiress.

            “See you guys,” Michelle muttered, leaving Javi alone with the teaching assistant. Javi grabbed his stuff and stepped onto Shawna’s palm, keeping his balance as she elevated him to chest level.

            “Man, when was the last time I held you like this?” Shawna asked, doing her best not to lose composure with a cute guy in her clutches.

            “Not since we were kids. Feels like ages ago. We’ve grown quite a bit since then…” Javi took a quick glance at the ballistics fighting a winning battle for his attention. “…haven’t we?”

            “We sure have.” Shawna eyed the puny basketball star, which was easy to do when his whole frame fit within her view. A lean build complimented by chiseled features, lush black hair hung down in a neat trim, and a tan as smooth as caramel were just a few of the features responsible for Javier Delgado’s animal magnetism. One might assume his diminished stature would be a mark against his appeal, despite being rather tall by tiny standards, but if anything, his puny physique in conjunction with the rest of the package made him even more desirable; an athletic dreamboat destined for success small enough to literally wrap your finger around made for many a girl’s ideal man.

            Shawna stood up into the aisle, slowly lifting Javi skyward along with her. The classroom had since cleared out, leaving the room nice and empty for a private tutoring session. “Would you be okay with doing this over at my apartment? It’s quiet there and would make for a better learning environment,” Shawna suggested, correctly predicting the nod Javi gave her. “Good. As for carrying you there…” The TA brough her hand closer to her chest, hovering it over the deep valley of her cleavage. “I’m sorry to admit that I’ve recently developed carpal tunnel, so carrying you in my hand is a no-go.”

            “I could always ride on your shoulder,” Javi said smirking.

            “I’m too clumsy,” she fibbed. “You might fall off and get hurt.”

            “You have any pockets?”

            “Nope.”

            “Then how about your purse?” Javi almost lost it at Shawna’s pouting.

            “You could get pinned under a pen or my phone or- Look, don’t make me say it. You want a ride or not?”

            “Fine, fine. Carry me however.” Javi felt a sudden drop as Shawna tilted her hand a full ninety degrees, landing him between the soft mounds below. Before he could get his footing, Javi felt a lumbering finger shove him deep into the abyss, surrounding him in thick walls of warm flesh. When inserting her passenger, Shawna made sure to keep her long, red fingernail pointed away from the tiny’s body, to prevent any unwanted injuries.

            Javi got as comfortable as he could inside his friend’s cleavage, not that the bulging breasts gave him much room to maneuver. He could feel Shawna’s pulse just beyond her skin, her heart racing as she secured her student betwixt her buxom beauts. Each step the giantess took sent her pair bounding, jostling the tiny as she sauntered out of the classroom.

…

            Upon entering her apartment’s bedroom, Shawna pulled Javi from his cozy abode and tossed him onto her mattress. The room didn't have much in the way of personal effects. Everything served a function: a simple bed with navy blue comforter, a plain wooden desk covered in loose papers, folders, and various office materials, a nightstand with a lamp and digital alarm clock, file cabinets filled with documents bearing a router and modem across their flat surfaces. While the tiny sat himself up near the edge of the bed, his towering friend waltzed over to her desk and grabbed a few sheets of paper, then proceeded to plant her fine ass in a leather office chair and rolled over towards Javi. She kicked off her pumps and crossed one knee over the other, wiggling her nylon-clad toes hypnotically.

            “I have here some practice questions from the test. Not all of them were on the exam, but going over them will help you prepare for next time,” Shawna said, knocking up her papers with her knee.

            “Wait, we’re seriously going to study?” Javi asked.

            “Of course. What’d you think I brought you here for?” Shawna paused to draw out the tiny’s blushing. “You need to keep your grades up so they don’t kick you from the team, and I find myself responsible for helping you manage that. But just because you're learning doesn't mean we can't have fun with it. I recognize the value of extrinsic motivation. So, how about this: for every question you get right, I'll remove one garment of clothing from my body.” Javi’s eyes nearly leapt from their sockets. “But for every question you get wrong, you have to strip. First one to bare it all is the loser.”

            “What do I get if I win?”

            “What do you think, lover boy?” she purred.

            “And if I lose?” Javi’s goofy grin contrasted with the devilish smirk forming at the corners of Shawna’s satin lips.

            “Best you don’t find out. It may not be considered kosher among pedagogists, but corporal punishment is still an effective motivator.” Judging by the tiny’s unbridled enthusiasm, the TA’s analysis was correct. Ms. Everhart licked her lips in anticipation, amused by the miniscule pupils tracking the muscle’s revolution. “First question: What year did women gain the right to vote?”

            “Easy. 1920 for bigs, and 1924 for tinies.”

            “Very good.” Shawna pinched the end of her legging and tugged it off, the smooth fabric gliding across her calf before jettisoning off her heel and toes. “Of course, tiny women couldn't vote in federal elections until?”

            “1943. Same as the rest of us.”

            “Right again.” Javi’s study partner did the same for her other foot, drawing things out for maximum sex appeal. Afterwards, she propped her feet just beside the two-inch man, one heel crossed over the other. Contrary to popular stereotypes, feet didn't do much for the tiny, and the musty stench wafting from Shawna's pent up peds would have at one point repulsed the little guy, but date enough bigs and one eventually acquires a taste for their pervasive B.O. “Now, name a prominent figure involved with each size's suffrage movement.”

            “Uh,” Javi wracked his brain for names he remembered getting lectured on. “Jane Austen and Miriam Silvers?”

            “No. Austen is an English novelist from the late 18th century, and Miriam Silvers is the lead character of a romance novella. Did you get this mixed up with English class?”

            “Probably. Too many names to keep track of.” Javi unrolled his socks slowly, sensuously. He stretched his legs out and crossed one foot over the other in playful mockery. His toes wiggled with the intent of hypnotizing the giantess, but it didn't seem to have an effect unless a soft chuckle counted.

            “Right. I bet it's tough having remember all these women. Can you even recall mine?”

            “Of course, Shawna.” He noted the small smile she flashed him and her eyes trailing towards the next question. “Hey, that counts!”

            “Huh?” She glanced at the miniscule finger pointing eagerly at her shirt and rolled her eyes. “You’re not getting tested on my name, dummy.” Javi’s finger remained unwavering, drawing out a grating sigh from his tutor. “Fine. I guess you got me.” Shawna set the practice test down on her lap and untucked her shirt from her waistband. One by one, she undid each button, gradually revealing her alluring figure from her voluptuous breasts to her flat midriff. A black lace bra cupped her chest beefers as best it could, causing her skin to bulge out from the top of the fabric.  “Next question, a real one this time: What is uptalk?”

            “Nothing much. What’s up with you?” For whatever reason, Javi suspected that wasn’t the answer she was looking for. The raised eyebrows and dead silence supported that theory. “Did I get it right?”

            “Take your shirt off. The answer I was looking for is: an upwards inflection at the end of a sentence typically associated with women’s speech.” At Shawna’s behest, the tiny lifted his T-shirt off, giving his rippling abs room to breathe. His perfect pecs peeked out from under the upturned fabric, and his expansive wingspan, for his size, left a lasting impression on his one-woman audience.

            “Eyes up here,” he teased, tossing his shirt aside and combing one hand through his silky hair. Shawna blinked a few times and averted her gaze towards the practice test.

            “N-next question: What promise did you make to me when you were in third grade?”

            “You expect me to believe that's an actual test question?” Javi scoffed.

            “You got a freebie for knowing my name, so it's only fair I get one too. I want to see those shorts off stat.”

            “Hold on…” Javi thought back to ancient times on the playground, to honeyed words offered to the pretty neighbor girl three grades up. “I promised to buy you a house with a swimming pool once I become a professional basketball player because your parents refused to install one at your own.”

            “I can't believe you remembered that!” Shawna said beaming. She took her feet off the mattress and stood up, her partially naked figure towering far above the tiny on the bed. “I was sure I had you.” The TA unzipped her skirt, letting it drop to the floor. A black lace thong covered little more than the essentials. Recently trimmed pubes dotted the woman’s groin. From the tiny’s perspective, her thighs were larger than the mightiest oaks. Grabbing her practice exam, she sat back down, crossing her legs to give the tiny a tantalizing view of the underside of her thigh and the fine ass it led too. “But I’ll stump you with this one: List the four facets of masculinity.”

            “Hedges complement March shrubs.” Javi rambled off with an odd amount of confidence.

            “Excuse me?”

            “It’s a neural device Heather taught me.”

            “Mnemonic device,” Shawna corrected, clicking her tongue.

            “Yeah, one of those. You replace the complicated words with silly ones that are easier to remember,” he explained to the teaching assistant. “So the answer is: hegemonic, complicit, marginalized, and shrubordinate.”

            “Very impressive.” Shawna let the error slide and reached behind her back to unhook her bra, freeing her jumblies from their restraints. Two perfect jugs bound out from the thin lace once holding them together, each flowing into pert, pink caps pointed the puny man’s way. “Now, describe one of them for me.”

            “Uh… shit.” At least he got to look at some titties. Thanks, Heather. Javi pulled his shorts down, his boxers beneath billowing out. A sharp V bordered his groin, carving out his thighs from his waist. His tan continued seamlessly up his trunks.

            “One more question to decide it.” Shawna chewed on her lower lip as she formulated the final stretch of their game. She’d have those boxers off in no time. “Who was President James Buchanan’s First Lady?”

            “What?” Javi shot her a dumbfounded gape, but she didn’t waver. The TA waited for the correct answer with bated breath. “How the hell am I supposed to know that? Did we even learn that? There’s no way that’s a test question.”

            “History is very important, my dear, and behind every great man is a much better woman, or something to that effect. You should familiarize yourself with our country's leading ladies and their accomplishments.”

            I don't even know who President Buchanan is. Javi scratched his head, trying and failing to recall anything related to this from class. He may not have been the most attentive or the best notetaker, and having three giant women constantly vying for his attention didn’t help matters, but he was sure they never went over this. “I don't know, Eleanor Buchanan?”

            “Bzzzzt! Not even close.” Before Javi could so much as move, Shawna leaned forward and pinched his meager frame between her fingers, lifting him up before her face. His entire torso was eclipsed by her thumb, his face sandwiched between her digits with his legs kicking aimlessly in the wind. Shawna didn’t hesitate in yanking off the tiny’s boxers, finally getting at the girthy, relatively speaking, treasure she had long yearned for.  “Buchanan never married. He didn’t have a First Lady.”

            “That’s not f-” The squirming tiny was interrupted by the oppressive pressure of his study buddy’s tongue dragging across his body. Shawna pushed the little man into her salivating muscle, relishing every bit of his scrumptious flavor as he struggled against the tensile wall.

            “Sorry. Them’s the brakes.” Shawna licked him a few more times before pressing him into the velvety vermillion of her lips. She wrapped her expansive mouth around Javi’s crotch and played with his member, slipping the tip of her tongue beneath his shaft and tugging on his manhood with the strength of a giant. Javi instinctively pushed back against her lips, trying to get away from the insurmountable force providing him unearthly pleasure, but the power of just the giantess’ tongue was too much for the tiny to defend against. Only after bringing him to the edge of delight did she let up. “Now it’s time for your punishment.”

            Shawna bared her pearly fangs. Each tooth was formidable enough to tear clean through any part of Javi’s body. One bite from her molars would be all it’d take to reduce the tiny to an unrecognizable pulp. She chomped at the air in front of him, the clacking of her teeth ringing the tiny’s ears. “I really hate to do this to you. You showed so much promise, but I have no tolerance for failures. Underachievers like yourself are better off serving as protein for those at the top. A few extra calories to fuel my study sessions.”

            Javi shivered in the TA’s grip, witnessing a side he’d never seen from his longtime friend. Her cavernous mouth overtook his field of vision, her humid breath condensing against his skin. “Y-you can't eat me,” he pleaded, playing along. “Give me a few years. I'm going to be a star. I'll- I'll get you that pool you always wanted.” Shawna lifted him higher, placing him before her porthole of an eye. She saw the thin veneer of a coolheaded persona twist into fright and savored every bit of it.

            “Save your begging. I warned you of the consequences, and you agreed to them. It’s not my fault you weren’t prepared.” She lowered him back to her mouth, filling his view with her sickly smirk. She could feel his pulse racing through her fingers; the pace at which his lungs inflated and deflated drove her wild. Fear or excitement, it was invigorating beyond belief, but she knew she could only take it so far. “But on account of our chance reunion, and you being such a good friend to me, I suppose I can offer you a chance at mercy.” The cruel grin vanished behind a gentle smile, one the tiny was much more familiar with and found much more comforting.

            “I have prepared a bonus question,” Shawna continued, “but I don't want you to just tell me the answer. Instead, you need to demonstrate to me that you truly understand the material. Ready?”

            “As I’ll ever be. Not that I have much choice,” he continued acting. Shawna stepped forward and kneeled on top of the mattress, continuing to dangle her tiny plaything before her.

            “Your final question, one I deem to be of great importance in the subject of women’s studies, is this: What is cunnilingus?” Shawna let go of her prey, sending him careening down the length of her torso and into the canopy of her panties she so graciously held open for him. After flailing through the air, Javi landed on the plush fabric of the gigantic thong, rolling down the slope and crashing face first into a seeping labia. Before he could regain his bearings, the lingerie snapped against his back, pinning him in place. If that weren't enough, he also had the honor of bearing the brunt of the giantess’ fingertip, the heavy digit mashing him into her from the other side of the lace barrier.

            Javi, sandwiched between a ravenous pair of lips, searched under the hood until he found the smooth orb. His technique began with a firm squeeze and a gentle rubdown from both hands. As he polished the giant pearl, Javi had to hold tight, the giantess collapsing onto the mattress and all but ramming him into her hole. Next step, Javi wrapped his lips around as much of the clit as he could, and lathered it with his tongue, swirling it around the nub in clockwise motions regularly interspersed by a counter-clockwise twist. With the sweet spot properly soaked and the expected chorus of moans bellowing in the distance, Javi transitioned to nibbling the bean. Through thorough experimentation, the tiny determined that bites at roughly seventy percent of his miniscule jaw’s strength elicited the best reactions on average, making minor tweaks to match his partner’s preference for roughness. For Shawna, he discovered that her enjoyment peaked around eighty-five percent.

            Light briefly flashed in Javi’s eyes before an imposing hand blocked out the daytime rays. Shawna couldn’t take any more, shoving her hand into her underwear and submerging her lovemaker into her hot, sticky chasm. The giantess lurched at the lithe limbs titillating her insides, her fingers pushing him ever deeper into the steamy darkness. Once she delved as far as she could reach, the tiny took the baton and crawled all the way to the back. Shawna writhed on her bed, one hand clutching her hefty tit while the other massaged her G-spot. All the while, Javi tangoed with the cervix, dancing a rapturous rhapsody in the hallowed hall of love.

            The old bed creaked furiously as Shawna bucked. Weightlessness overtook her, the elation of sex without the restriction of a full-sized man holding her down, her body moving any which way under the throes of passion.

            In contrast, Javi's world tightened around him, flesh and cum consuming the tiny on all sides as his tutor climbed further and further towards climax. As his range of movement shrunk, his motions were less meditated and more instinctual, rapping against the concaving walls in forceful bouts of pleasure. 

            After enough jerking, gyrating, clenching, contorting, gasping, and groaning, the two reached a euphoric release. Shawna fell limp, lying in a pool of her own sweat. A satisfied sigh accompanied her light panting. Once the walls around him loosened up, Javi crawled his way back into the light, the open air cooling his cum-stained figure. The stubble of freshly trimmed hairs dug soothingly into his backside as he bathed in the afterglow.

            “Oh shit, I've got a class to get to,” Shawna remembered, glancing at the digital clock on her nightstand. She quickly sat up, sending the still blissed tiny rolling off her lap, and gathered her discarded clothing. After wiping herself off with a tissue, the TA got herself dressed; a quick comb through and touch-up were all it took to make herself presentable once more. “You headed to main classroom? I can take you there, if you’d like.”

            “Yeah, but could you wash me off first?” Javi asked, his naked body drenched in a thick layer of ejaculate.

            “Sure thing,” she said giggling. She lowered her open palm for him to walk onto and carried him into her bathroom. “And let me know whenever you need more tutoring. Can’t have you falling behind.”