Everybody was in love with Tayla Wilde. At seventeen, she had already ruined many men, and more than a few women, for life. She had an unnatural beauty. She was short, standing around 1.65 m (5' 5'') but she had the face of a Greek goddess and the body to match. Messy, dirty blond hair framed her sharp, angular features: full lips, perfectly white and straight teeth, a slender nose and piercing almond-shaped eyes that could reduce the toughest man to a gibbering wreck. She had olive skin that was free of any blemishes. Her plaid school skirt ended well above the knees, revealing silky smooth legs and hinting at her shapely thighs. She had wide hips and a full ass that seemed to defy gravity and left the hem of her skirt dangling tantalisingly behind her. When the teachers weren’t looking, she liked to tie her white school shirt above her midriff, revealing a tight abdomen with just the slightest hint of powerful abdominal muscles. The buttons of her shirt strained to contain her large, firm breasts that could have given a centrefold insecurities.

Yes, Tayla was beautiful, flawless, perfect. She was hot and she knew it. She could have easily ruled the school, dated the most popular guys and been surrounded by friends and admirers, but she kept herself aloof. It wasn’t that she was arrogant. She was kind, friendly, and playful with everyone. She just wasn’t interested in high school politics. She liked to party occasionally and had broken more than a few hearts, but mostly she kept to herself. She was a bit of a dreamer. She wasn’t much interested in academics either. ‘Taylor is a bright young girl, but she must apply herself’ was the comment that appeared most frequently in her report cards.

Everyone loved Tayla, but she only had eyes for one person: James Finch. Tayla was used to getting her way. She could easily have anyone she wanted. That is it seemed, except for James. And Tayla wanted what she couldn’t have. The boy simply seemed not to be able to take a hint. She smiled at him in the hallway and said hi but the two had not said much else to each other. The boy was simply too shy, though that made her love him even more. She doubted he had ever approached any women in a sexual way, let alone a goddess like her. In vain she puffed out her chest or swayed her ass as he walked past, hoping to catch him sneaking a glance. But with no result. He was just too innocent. It turned her on. It made her want to put him in a jar and keep him as a pet. James was cute. Of average height with a slender build, messy brown hair and bright blue eyes. He was quiet and bookish and didn’t have many friends. She probably wouldn’t have taken much notice of him, had Mr Ashford not decided to rearrange the seating in the classroom one day and sat the pair next to each other. "Hi," he said “I’m James." “Hi" she smiled, "Tayla." Then he promptly took out his exercise book and began working through the problems the teacher had set without another glance her way. Not wanting to distract him, she followed suit. Calculus. The worst. She let out a groan. He looked up. "What’s wrong?" he asked. "Oh, I just don’t get this stuff." "Um do you need some help?" he stammered. “Please" she replied. He proceeded to explain the problem to her in the simplest, clearest way imaginable. He was so sweet and didn’t display the slightest bit of intellectual pretention. He gazed fixatedly at the workbook on her desk while he explained the problems to her. Not daring to look up. She, on the other had couldn’t help but steal glances at her tutor. He had a kind face, with deep, sensitive eyes. "I don’t see you much around school" she said after he had finished explaining a particularly difficult problem. "I guess I just kind of keep to myself." "Yeah, me too," she said. From there the conversation bloomed and work was forgotten. The pair found out they had much in common. They both liked horror movies, the Rolling Stones and pepperoni pizza. Tayla told Jack about her dad, who was a high powered business man and he told her about his dad, who worked in the military. James had dreams of becoming a doctor, and Tayla told him that she wanted to run her own beauty store. Then the bell rang, and the two parted with bashful goodbyes. The next day, Mr Ashford rearranged the class again, and the two were separated. Without an excuse to talk to each other, the pair’s interactions were limited to smiles in the hallway. But the seed had been planted in Tayla’s heart, and it soon grew into an obsession. ‘I can’t approach him,’ she thought ‘What if he thinks I’m too forward?’ What if he doesn’t like me as much as I like him?’ She wasn’t used to being needy and insecure and the more her obsession grew the harder she found it to approach him. And so she kept her obsession hidden.

That is until Tayla was sitting in class one day, while Mr Ashford was droning on about trigonometry. Tayla was daydreaming. Her gaze wandered across the posters decorating the walls. She tapped her pencil against he desk. Let out a sigh. ‘Mr Ashford is such a bore’ she thought. Then her eyes wandered over to where James was sitting in the row across from her. He was staring straight ahead, listening intently to what Mr Ashford was saying. 'God, he’s so cute.’ She thought, ‘I could just eat him up.’' Her mind began to race. It made her blush to think of all the naughty things she would like to do to someone so sweet and innocent. ‘I wish he was mine.’ She thought. 'I wish he belonged to me and nobody else.’ 'I wish I could do whatever I want with him.’ Then something strange happened. Tayla felt a warm glow of pleasure in her groin that spread through her body. James disappeared. There was no bang, no bolt of lightning. He just popped out of existence. He was there one second, and then he was gone. Tayla sat up straight. ‘What just happened?’ She thought. ‘Where did he go?’ She looked around to see if anyone else had noticed the boy who had just vanished, but no one seemed the least bit interested. “Miss Wilde, am I boring you? I would ask you to kindly pay attention when I am talking,” came the voice of Mr Ashford. “I’m sorry, sir, but did anyone see what happened to James?” Talya stammered. “Who?” Asked Mr. Ashford impatiently. “James, James Finch.” She said, pointing to the empty chair across from her. “Miss Wilde, you know quite well that there is no one by that name in this class. I know you have quite the imagination but, I would ask you not to let it run wild in my classroom." "But…" Tayla began to reply. "No buts Miss Wilde. Now keep quiet and pay attention." "Yes, sir.’"She replied, turning red as the sniggers of her classmates rippled round the room. ‘Stupid Mr Ashford,  she thought. The middle-aged man seemed to treat her with contempt. ‘He’d probably sell his own mother for one night with me.’ She thought. ‘Just like the rest of them.’ Tayla made a token effort to look interested as Mr Ashford droned on, but her mind kept wandering. ‘What happened to him?’ she thought, confused. ‘Guys don’t just disappear.’

Mr Ashford droned on, and the clock ticked closer to the time when the bell would ring. Suddenly, Tayla experienced another weird sensation. It was like a gentle tickle at the back of her mind. Like a feather had brushed against her consciousness. Tayla concentrated on the stray thought. She sensed a feeling of confusion that crystallised into words: ‘Where am I?’ ‘What’s going on?’ It was the weirdest sensation. It was like the thought and the emotion that went with it weren’t her own. Where had it come from? She could sense the emotion, but it was like it didn’t belong to her. Like it was someone else's thought. ‘Maybe I’m losing it’, she thought. Then suddenly the small ember of emotion contained in her consciousness burned brightly with fear and panic. Tayla looked down at her workbook. At first she saw nothing but her doodles and notes, but she focused on what she felt was the spot where the stray emotions were emanating from. She could just make out a speck beside the dot of a letter ‘i’. The speck was many times smaller than the dot of the ‘i.’  It was tiny, less than a millimetre. Talya leaned over and concentrated hard on the speck. She felt fear emanating from it. Fear and another emotion: shame. She sensed warm piss running down his leg … ‘His leg?' She stared, and slowly she began to make out features. Two arms, legs, brown hair. “James?” she whispered.

James didn’t know what had happened. One minute he had been listening to Mr Ashford, then he had woken up in a strange world completly naked. A vast desert stretched out before him. The ground was flat and firm. It was white, but with dark slashes of black which seemed to have been painted on the ground and that stretched across the landscape. ‘Where am I?’ ‘What’s going on?’ James thought. Then he looked up, and he was gripped by fear and panic. There before him was the beautiful face of Tayla Wilde, but she was huge, unfathomably large. Suddenly she turned her head, and two giant hazel eyes stared directly at him, like swirling oceans of brown, many times larger than him. She leaned forward, and James noticed the two mounds protruding from her chest looming over him. They seemed to be the size of planets. He pissed himself. A wave of shame washed over him. Then he heard a voice come from the vast lips and cavernous mouth of Tayla: "James”,  she said. James was too stunned to say anything. Suddenly, any further thoughts were interrupted by the clamour of the school bell. “Oh Shit” Taylor muttered under her breath. “You better hop on”, she said, extending a massive index finger towards him. James hesitated for a moment, but not wanting to be left alone in this vast new world and with little other choice, he approached the giant finger. Her fingernail was thicker than he was tall. It seemed like a massive cliff face in front of him but he found grooves in its surface and managed to scramble up the side and pull himself up. James felt his stomach drop as he was lifted into the air on the fingernail. Tayla brought him up to her face. “I’ll keep you safe,” she whispered. Then he felt something strange. A feeling of calm emanating from a vast consciousness surrounding him, like a deep, dark, mysterious ocean. She lowered him to the pocket in her shirt over her right breast and dropped him in. Tayla quickly packed up her things and hurried to her next class.