Noah reacted first and took his first few steps towards the giant cave. Once he was close enough to touch her lower lip, he took a moment to take in the sight before him. He felt like an explorer wandering into strange, dangerous land. Lands that were invested with traps ready to crush him. That’s exactly what he saw though. A whole number of huge white crushing traps lining the top and bottom of Ms. Johnson’s mouth. Some that could slice him in two in a moment’s notice and some that could crush him flat just as fast. He really wasn’t sure about going in there. She could close her mouth at any time and then he would be completely at her mercy. Her earlier teasing was ringing through his brain.
“I’ll try not to eat you. I promise I’ll try.” Ms. Johnson mumbled again. This time Noah was close enough to be hit with a violent blast of warm, moist air that he voice created. At first it didn’t smell too bad, sort of like peppermint, but then it hit him and he knew her stomach probably wasn’t somewhere he wanted to visit any time soon.
Noah reached out with his hands and touched the middle of her lower lip. It was so huge. Everything was still so huge. There was truly no getting used to it. It was the only thing that was truly resonating in his mind. Her lip felt soft and firmly pillowy to the touch. Soft pink, almost red in colour. And so shiny. So shiny that he thought he might even be able to see his own reflection if he looked hard enough. He could make out every tiny wrinkle in it. It was beautiful. No painting or picture could truly capture its detail. When he pulled his hands back and looked at them, they were each painted a soft pink colour. Lip gloss? Lip stick? There was definitely something on there with saliva mixed in. He wanted to kiss her but knew he would probably be punished for being distracted. He had already spent too much time admiring her. What was the task at hand again? Cleaning her mouth?
Just then, Noah felt something strong and huge push on his behind that sent him shooting in towards her mouth. Before he could even make sense that it was her finger, he was sent head over heels and landed on a very squishy, very wet surface that was so unbelievably unstable. His face and hands were completely drenched again. When he was able to maneuver himself back into an upright position, but certainly not a standing one, he was looking straight down into a pink, black hole. The walls looked firm, a bit rigid, and were glistening with the same fluid that now covered him. That was her throat. He was in her mouth! He started to panic now, fully expecting her body to think he was just a speck of food that was ready to be whisk away to certain death. He spun back around and looked out past her two rows of teeth and made eye contact with Gatlin. The boy didn’t blink or speak, but just slowly raised his right hand and gently waved to him.
But the tongue on which Noah was seated jerked forward and threw him shoulder first into the wall of lower teeth.
“I think there’s a piece of popcorn next to my bottom tooth farthest right. See if you can get it out.” Ms. Johnson mumbled. Judging by the vibrating tongue and the tensing of her cheeks, Noah could’ve swore that she was even laughing a little. Maybe she was right. Maybe he was too tense. Even though he was only a split second slip away from death, this was Ms. Johnson. He needed to remind himself of that. This was Ms. Johnson. He took a deep breath and focused in. This could be a once in a lifetime opportunity!
Noah shimmied his way along Ms. Johnson’s teeth, holding onto them as best as he could to try and stay upright. If he slipped against her gums, which was more often than not, her tongue was right there at a moment’s notice to lift him back up. When he arrived at her molars, things got really difficult. Suddenly her teeth were far more difficult to hold onto and the floor was so incredibly slick. After slipping for the dozenth time, he felt her tongue give him a harder push and stopped him just as he was on top of her teeth. He lay there like a bird on a fence, straddling the pearly whites beneath his belly. They were very smooth. So this was her latest idea. Slide across her molars. Noah looked up and instantly regretted doing that. Above him, her upper molars were even more ominous than before. So close that they were almost within arm’s reach. So close that at any moment they could come slamming down and pulverize him instantly. He wouldn’t even stand a chance. His heart pounded in his chest. He wondered if Ms. Johnson could feel it through her bones. “Gotta be quick” he told himself, not wanting to risk this position for much longer.
Noah carefully slid himself along the remainder of her teeth until he finally came to the last one. Halfway there. He looked over the front edge, hoping to see the piece of popcorn Ms. Johnson was talking about. Nothing. He looked over the rear edge… there! A small husk of a popcorn kernel! Rather, just a small piece of the husk. He reached both hands over the edge and grabbed onto it. In doing so, he couldn’t help but imagine what this kernel sliver had been through. At one point it had probably belonged to a much larger, fuller piece of popcorn. Now, that piece of popcorn was probably either waiting in her rectum after being mostly disintegrated, or had already made its way to the sewers. He did not want to be like that piece of popcorn. He pulled with all his might, shaking it back and forth, until it broke loose. It was free! But Ms. Johnson knew that too and her tongue came over to inspect his work. It rubbed the side of the tooth and then retreated, satisfied with his work. As he started to spin 180 to face the exit, Noah’s world took a violent turn. Something he had failed to notice was the rising level of liquid all throughout her mouth. He had been in here for quite some time and the saliva had clearly managed to accumulate. She was ready to swallow. And swallow… she did.
In a fraction of a second, Noah watched the tongue jerk and her entire mouth follow suit, causing Noah to drop the sliver of popcorn and latch onto one of her teeth with all his might. He looked over his shoulder and saw the piece of popcorn floating in the seeming flood of fluid, getting closer and closer to the rear of her mouth. Then her throat retracted and jerked suddenly, opening into a wide whirlpool of doom. Noah felt his grip slipping but he was invested in seeing what fate the popcorn shell would suffer. Part of him wanted it as a trophy now. But that dream was a short one. In the next moment, the shell was carried away, into the gaping hole, and was gone. Then the violence ended and peace fell upon the world again. Noah started to slide along her teeth a little faster now, definitely not wanting to endure another round of that.
Noah promptly climbed over Ms. Johnson’s pillowy lip and tumbled down onto the desk. Heaving in both relief and exhaustion. Ms. Johnson sure knew how to orchestrate a work out. When he looked back at her, she was grinning at him and started a quiet clap for him.
“Very good Noah! Splendid work!” Ms. Johnson said. After that journey, Noah found he had a newfound appreciation for mouths and swallowing in general. After she finished speaking, he watched as she swallowed, sending a lump zooming down her throat and into her stomach. Detail that Noah probably wouldn’t have noticed five minutes ago. Something that Ms. Johnson probably didn’t even think about doing. She just did it naturally. Then he began to look farther down her body and stopped where the edge of the desk cut her off. Somewhere inside her, that little piece of popcorn was floating. Somewhere. But not for long.
“So now that the hard part is over, how would the rest of you like to get everything nice and shiny?!” Ms. Johnson asked the rest of the boys. They looked at each other and then at the exhausted Noah. He had survived, but he didn’t exactly look like he had gone to Disney World and back.
“Sure, what the heck.” Brody announced for the group. “What did you have in mind, Ms. Johnson?”
Ms. Johnson smiled. “Eager you are! That’s good! I brought this and these with me today. I think they should be more than manageable for all you strong boys.” She sounded as though she was talking to a group of children. And they sort of were. She wasn’t old by any means, but Ms. Johnson probably had 10 years on them. They were certainly inexperienced with this sort of stuff compared to her.
Ms. Johnson held up a tube of toothpaste and a number of tiny scrubbing brushes made just for their current size. The perfect size for tiny people. Clearly she had come prepared. Maybe this wasn’t even the first time she had done this. Ms. Johnson distributed the cleaning supplies to each of her students and gave them a small dab of toothpaste. As Noah watched from the back, he couldn’t get over just how closely Ms. Johnsoned watched them. Her focus was remarkable. Knowing where each of them was at all times and being careful to make smooth, precise movements. Her big brown eyes quickly darting towards each of them. Noah felt an urge to try and touch her eyes. They were so big and glassy. So pretty. But he let her continue on her way.
The four boys lined up in front of Ms. Johnson’s gaping mouth and prepared for battle. Ms. Johnson carefully pushed each of her students into her mouth in the same way that she did to Noah. Forceful, yet gentle. Her smile never wavering. Once they were inside, they took a moment to appreciate where they were, just as Noah had done. Noah chuckled a little to himself, knowing exactly what was going through their minds. Simply looking at the strands of saliva bigger than they were, stretching from roof to floor was breathtakingly terrifying, yet amazing. Gatlin and Brody were on her left side. Brayden and Calvin on the right.
They each got to work scrubbing. Scrubbing and scrubbing and scrubbing. It was backbreaking work considering they were each trying not to slide down the back of her throat. The question in each of their minds was, “was Ms. Johnson going to swallow them?” She had never threatened any of them, but it would just be so easy for her to close the entrance and swallow. It wouldn’t even take her a full second to do. Ms. Johnson was all powerful at the moment. Their lives were literally hanging inside her’s.
“Scrub my tongue too.” Ms. Johnson ordered. She was careful not to close her mouth entirely, but even the slightest sign of her beginning to close her mouth sent the boys’ heartbeats into a jump.
Brody took the opportunity first and squirmed his way onto Ms. Johnson’s tongue that was pressed firmly against the back of her lower front teeth. Out of the four of them, he was the most covered in the combination of saliva and toothpaste. He was really taking the job seriously. Once on her tongue, he started scrubbing vigorously. Trying to please each and every one of her taste buds. In a moment of triumph, he rose to his feet, albeit quite shakily given the rather unstable ground, and started laughing. The other boys turned back to look at him and couldn’t help but let out a few giggles. It was truly dawning on them that they were literally inside their teacher’s mouth and it felt exactly like recess.
“This is amazing!” Brody bellowed, perhaps loud enough for any tiny people lucky enough to be inside Ms. Johnson’s belly to hear. Then Brody whipped off his t-shirt, swung it around like a champion, and tossed it with all his might in a feat of strength… straight towards Ms. Johnson’s throat. The boys watched in slow motion as the wet shirt landed in a pool of saliva. But as it floated across the lake towards the edge of her throat, things started to move in slow motion. Just. About. To. Touch. Her. When the shirt collided with the wall, things took another violent turn. Noah watched from the outside and quickly rose to his feet. He had seen this before and it was happening again. He took a few instinctive steps towards the giant woman, knowing full well there was nothing he could do to stop her.
Then Ms. Johnson’s tongue flicked in reactive response to the foreign object which sent Brody flying towards the back of her mouth, straight towards the bottomless black pit that was capable of making things disappear forever. Brody practically felt his life flash before his very eyes. He knew he was heading towards the black pit that was guarded by a very large, pink orb. The pit that had already opened and was sucking both her own saliva and his t-shirt down the drain. He screamed in fear as he flew. When he landed, much of the contents of her throat had already been sucked away but he still landed in a whirlpool of chaos. As his world darked and his eyes filled with her fluids, his world started to compress. The walls which were at first wide and expansive suddenly made him feel extremely claustrophobic. He felt like he was inside a snake and that snake was about to start squeezing him to death. There was absolutely no room to move and there was absolutely nothing he could grab onto. Everything was extremely slick. But just when he thought he was about to plunge into an acid-filled stomach, a blast of hot air struck him with such a force that gave his neck whiplash. It was so loud that he wasn’t sure if he would even be able to hear again. And then just as fast as his world turned black, light streamed into his eyes and made them hurt. When he finally stopped moving, he was face down on a hard, solid surface. He could hear Ms. Johnson coughing in the background.
“Brody!! I’m so-” Ms. Johnson coughed again, “sorry! Are you okay?!”
Ms. Johnson carefully rolled Brody onto his back and wiped the fluid out of his eyes. When the boy opened them and looked at her, her face was stricken with fear and worry. Then Brody started to smile and giggle.
“That. Was. Totally. Awesome!!” Brody yelled from his back and raised his fists into the sky. “Can we please do that again?!” He asked.
Ms. Johnson sighed in relief as her smiled returned back to her face. They all shared in a minute of laughter together. “Maybe another day sweetie. That was a bit too close for comfort.” Ms. Johnson said. Brody just lay there. Exhausted, yes. But he was just soaking in the pure joy that was their teacher.
When everyone’s breathing had calmed, Ms. Johnson picked up each of them and gave them a nice, warm rinse using the tap at the back of the room. Her touch was so gentle and comforting to their little bodies. Having her fingers brush over their crotches wasn’t so bad either.
“So how is everyone feeling? Good? You should. You’re making your teacher very happy! This is the power of being a good personal man.” The boys blushed in response. “By the way, sorry about your shirt Brody. But really, if you wanted to keep it, you shouldn’t have thrown it down my throat. I’ll let you know if it resurfaces later.” Ms. Johnson giggled a little. “ So how about this? You can either call it quits right now, go about the rest of your day, and then meet me after school. Or we can do one more thing to fill out the last ten minutes of detention. Your choice. Only thing is I can’t guarantee you’ll enjoy what I have in mind. What’ll it be?” Ms. Johnson asked them.
After seeing how dangerous the first two challenges were, only to be met by Ms. Johnson’s care and grace, the boys didn’t even need to think it over. Perhaps they were being drawn into her seductive spell, or perhaps they were just that interested in being her personal boy toys, or maybe it was just that they were so scared to say no to the massive woman, but denying the chance to spend more time with their teacher felt wrong on so many levels. If she wanted them dead, they’d be down her throat already. Collectively, without even glancing at each other, they nodded, wanting to take on whatever bonus round Ms. Johnson had in store. Even Gatlin, the quiet one who never really showed much interest in girls, nodded his head. She was invested in them, and they were quickly investing themselves in her. Noah knew that Alexis’ watchful eye wasn’t upon them this time. There was no help if they got into trouble that Ms. Johnson couldn’t handle.
Ms. Johnson grinned when they agreed and stood back up to full height, towering over the boys on the desk once again.
“I have a question for you.” Ms. Johnson started. “How many of you like my butt? Or any girls’ butt for that matter? Or are you more into the rest of our bodies? Say I were to just do this…” Ms. Johnson twisted the bottom half of her body 180 degrees so that her bare rear was facing the boys and gave it a little jiggle, popping her booty into the air. “... how many of you like that?”
Noah could’ve swore he heard the *schwing* of their dicks, even covered in clothing, when she did that, as if they weren’t hard enough already. It almost made his body hurt.
“I’ll take that as an overwhelming ‘yes’. The girls would find this job absolutely horrendous, but I’m optimistic you’ll land somewhere in the middle at the least. Could you all back away to the edge of the table please? I don’t want to squish any of you by accident.” Ms. Johnson ordered.
The boys did as they were told and backed away to the opposite edge of the desk as they watched their teacher crawl up and onto the desk again. Ms. Johnson grabbed all the boys in one hand, wanting to ensure that nobody would be squished in the next instant, and then rolled herself onto her stomach, compressing her breasts under her weight. She carefully placed each of them on top of her right butt cheek, welcoming them to their new home way up high on the mountain. They were quite high, relatively speaking, and Noah knew that one wrong move would be bad news. Forward and you’re disappearing into her bottomless crevice. Any other way and you’re in for a hard landing. At least their current floor was nice and firm. Walking felt a little weird though since their ground was both alive and a little bouncy. It was kind of fun! Kind of like a well inflated bouncy castle. Even if they did slip and fall down into the crevice, maybe it wouldn’t actually be so bad. Suffocated in her bum? Forgotten about and crushed between thong and butt? Permanent butt slave? Those really weren’t terrible options in their horny eyes. Just diving in wasn’t a bad idea either. Ms. Johnson’s hands then came out of the corner of their eyes, reached deep into the crevice of her full bottom, and opened the valley wide. Noah felt his mouth drop as their world shook with earthquake forces. When all was calm again, Ms. Johnson spoke.
“This is where things get really fun!” Ms. Johnson said over her shoulder with a beaming smile, clearly having a grand time with the boys. “I want you to clean it. Yes, the little puckered pink hole that’s staring you all in the face. Don’t make it mad though or else you’ll be really in for it!”
The boys both cringed and felt aroused. Ms. Johnson’s anus. Bright pink in the middle, a little darker around it, and wrinkled like the knot on a balloon. Noah seriously wanted to both dive into it and run away from it. From a distance it looked immaculate. Not a speck of hair to be found. Not even really very dirty, all things considered. It reminded Noah of that scene from that old movie… Star Wars. The Sarlacc Pit. Only rather than a raging beast inside, there would be something else inside waiting to engulf them. They were fortunate this was Ms. Johnson, this he knew. If it was anyone else, who knew if they’d maintain it at all. When the valley had opened for them though, there was a very distinct whaff of butt.
“Aww, don’t get all grossed out on me! You should feel lucky. The girls who are coming in soon have to clean literally everything else. They think they’re untouchable, but they’re not. You guys just got a small sliver of the cake. And a fun one in my opinion! My bar of soap already did most of the work for you this morning.” Ms. Johnson explained. “Why don’t you slide on down and get a closer look?”
The boys only hesitated for a moment this time before Calvin pushed through the boys, took aim and, doing exactly as Ms. Johnson had suggested, leaped into the air and landed with his backside on her much larger one in a slide. Once at the bottom, Calvin let out a triumphant victory cry and practically ran towards her hole. Then one at a time, the rest of the boys each sat down on their bottom, shimmied themselves forward, and then let gravity do the rest, not wanting to let the overly eager Calvin have all the fun. Her bum was so smooth that they were able to effortlessly slide down into the valley, not far from their pink destination. The only thing keeping them alive at the moment was Ms. Johnson’s rather flexible body and her hand, holding her cheeks wide open for them.
Once they had entered the new lands, the boys traveled the short way across a sticky, smelly wasteland towards the massive creature that filled the floor before them. The huge, squishy valley walls that towered above them were ominous. They were threatening to slam shut on them at any moment. But Ms. Johnson’s hand held steady between them, creating large, incredibly deep indents in each one with her fingers. They stood around the hole in a circle and just looked at it. Noah had never seen a girl’s anus like this before. The times Ms. Johnson had shown them in class were really just brief glimpses. This left nothing to the imagination. The heat that was radiating from it was wildly intimidating. He knew that some girls enjoyed having sex with their anus instead of their vagina, but he wasn’t sure what Ms. Johnson’s take was on that. All he could think of right now was hole… that he wanted to fill. No matter the cost.
Suddenly the monster in front of them jerked and compressed into a smaller puckered hole. Then retracted again. Then clenched! Then released.
“Like I said, don’t make it mad!” Ms. Johnson advised with a laugh. “If you end up in there and it squeezes you, you’re going to be walking away with some broken bones! Be positioned in just the right, awkward way, and you’ll even get a broken back. So please be careful!”
Noah shivered at that comment. He imagined himself being waist deep inside the monster just as it squeezes. There would be so much of him available to be squished by the ring… He didn’t really want to know just how many bones would be broken. Ms. Johnson sounded like she was speaking from experience too. It didn’t sound like just an abstract warning.
“You’ll probably want your brushes back!” Ms. Johnson said, dropping five tiny brushes onto her anus, one of them directly in the middle of it. “I’ve already loaded them up with soap so you should be good to go! I’ll let you clean until we run out of time.”
The boys gingerly walked forward and started to pick up the brushes, trying to be careful and not awaken the beast. The thing terrified them. Especially after Ms. Johnson’s honest warning. When four brushes had been scooped up, that left just one remaining and one brushless boy. Noah eyed the brush hovering in the middle of her butt, on the verge of being swallowed should the floor open. He was the only one who didn’t have a brush in hand. Not wanting to displease Ms. Johnson, he carefully walked toward the hole. Closer and closer, trying to keep his footsteps as light as possible. The wrinkles around the entrance made the going a little tricky. It was like walking over an uneven forested floor. But he was close. He bent down to reach for the brush but just as he was about to latch onto it, the floor suddenly opened wide! Noah only got a brief glimpse inside before he stumbled backwards, but all he saw was blackness. Nothing but an endless cavern as his brush was swallowed whole by the monster. Gone.
Noah’s heart raced and he heard Ms. Johnson giggling in the distance. She had been taking quick glances over her shoulder and was keeping tabs on them this whole time! And of course she could feel them. They’re floor was literally her! Cruel!
“Going to have to be faster next time, mister!” Ms. Johnson said. “Don’t worry though, there are probably a few larger, solid bits for you to pick up. Even if you can just loosen them, they’ll rinse away in the shower later. Thanks Noah!”
So there they were. Five of them roaming around Ms. Johnson’s anus, picking up teeny tiny pieces of Ms. Johnson’s poop and scrubbing her clean. The job had its ups and downs. As much as Noah was totally falling in love with his new job, he felt a tad uneasy about what he was picking up. Was he touching the remains of previously digested disposables? Or just simply the remains of Ms. Johnson’s dinner last night. Either way, his dick approved of his current predicament. At times he wanted to throw up, other times he wanted to strip down and shove his dick inside her hole, but really he just wanted to drop to his knees and kiss her. She had told them to clean though… not to kiss. Would she mind? He couldn’t resist.
Noah dropped his two handfuls of poo, dropped down and gave the middle of her anus a huge wet kiss. The taste and smell of utter disgust electrified his mouth and he backed away with a puckered face. This part of her body was covered with a wet, slimy, greasy film that tasted exactly as it smelled. Like Ms. Johnson had just expelled her bowels. This wet, slimy film was exactly what the others were busy trying to scrub away. And now that grease was smeared across his lips.
“Ugh, gross!” He muttered to himself. But he wanted to do it again.
“Dude.” Gatlin said to Noah, hardly believing what his friend was doing.
“Dude is right. He’s smarter than the rest of us!” Calvin said, taking note of Noah’s decision. Calvin then dropped to his knees and traded his sponge for his tongue. He figured he would probably be sicker than a dog tomorrow morning, but he didn’t care. He lapped up as much of Ms. Johnson as he could, working around the rim where the bright pink surface turned into a darker one. He would clean her entire ass like this if he had to.
Noah also lowered his face again but this time, just as his lips made contact with her body, the giant suddenly opened again… Noah’s face shot forwards, into the now open hole just as a tiny puff of hot putrid air shot out. But it closed in the very next moment before Noah hardly even had time to react. The hole’s walls slammed into Noah’s skull and squeezed his face out of her. What a rush.
“Don’t get distracted now, Mr. Knight and Mr. Chase.” Ms. Johnson warned. “As much as I appreciate a little love, I still have somewhere to be tonight!”
He felt a little ashamed, but it was so worth just getting that taste. He would never forget it, as disgusting as it was.
Just as the boys were making good progress, Ms. Johnson made an announcement. “Okay class, you’ve all done a fantastic job here today! We’re really close to being out of time and the girls are going to be here any second, but there’s one last thing I want to do together. Technically two things, but they’re more or less intertwined.”
Ms. Johnson’s head swiveled away from them and when it turned back, her hand was delivering them something…
Ms. Johnson’s hand reached into their open valley and dropped off a tiny man in the middle of their circle, directly on top of her anus. The man was completely nude and looked at them with pure, utter confusion. Who was that? Noah wondered.
“You.” Brayden said, looking at the new man.
The man didn’t reply but rather looked vastly concerned and scared. The man, in fact, wasn’t much of a man at all. He was older than all of them, but certainly not by much.
“You’re about to see how much violence I tolerate in this school.” Ms. Johnson said firmly. “Boys like you never seem to learn. You never take direction. So here we are. Brayden, why don’t you tell us all why he’s here and who he is.”
All eyes looked towards Brayden. Did he actually know this person?
“Well. Uh… This is Jaimey’s boyfriend. The boy who punched me earlier and gave me this.” Brayden said hesitantly, pointing towards the bruise on his face.
“That’s right, Brayden.” Ms. Johnson confirmed. “I don’t like bullies. Not. One. Bit. I can guarantee you that Mr. Briggs here won’t be doing that again. Isn’t that right?”
The room suddenly took a dark turn. The boys started to quiver a little. This wasn’t like Ms. Johnson. Her sweet, playful punishment was heading down a dim tunnel. The boy nodded his head feverishly as his body trembled in fear. He was staring back at someone who was many times taller and many more times stronger than he was. He was on her body, completely at her mercy. One misstep here and he’d be nothing but a smear. There was no hiding the fact that he feared this giant woman greatly.
“Very good. I’m glad to see that you’ve at least learned something today.” Ms. Johnson said, relaxing her tightened face. She grinned at the boy. “I have an idea that might just solidify this teachable moment. There’s some danger for sure, but it’ll hopefully change you into someone who will cherish everyone. Remember, love thy neighbours. Don’t harm them. But first, a little moment of fun since I’ve been trying to hold it in this whole time and it’s become very difficult as of late.”
Ms. Johnson turned away from the boys and took the hand that wasn’t busy supporting their valley walls and formed a fist, with only her index finger extended towards the new boy. The same finger that looked all too familiar to Noah. The one that had quickly turned his world into a wet, dark one earlier today. Gosh, he loved that finger. Ms. Johnson then carefully lowered her finger until it was lightly pressing down on the bully. At once, everyone quickly figured out what she had in mind. Was this what she meant by dangerous? The boy started to squirm wildly, trying desperately to escape the giant finger that was taller than he was. It was no use though. It had already pinned him in his moment of awe. Even Noah and his friends started to take a step towards the boy and the finger, fearing the worst might happen. Then the finger pushed down.
“Ms. Johnson?!” The tiny boy pinned against the puckered hole cried out. “Wait! Please don’t!”
But Ms. Johnson ignored the boy’s plea for help. In fact, through the whole experience, Ms. Johnson never even bothered to look back at them. Although her body was strong and flexible, it wasn’t that flexible. But performing through feel didn’t seem like much of a task at all to her. In no time, his lower body was pushed into hers. Her finger had to exert significant force to break through the reluctant-to-open entrance, but the woman was determined. The seal was tight but her finger was stronger. After some wiggling and some forceful maneuvering, Ms. Johnson had managed to bury the boy about three-quarters the way inside of her. The boy looked sick to his stomach and had tears streaming down his cheeks. Perhaps out of fear, but also from the smell. Nobody was sure if Ms. Johnson was intending on pushing him all the way in… That certainly wouldn’t end well if she did though. During Ms. Johnson’s fight with her bum, she had managed to open the hole just enough to let a few more noxious gasses escape from their confines. More than Noah had experienced a few minutes ago. The group of boys smelled it, but to them, it wasn’t the smell of death, it was the smell of discovery. They weren’t the ones currently being swallowed alive.
“Ready?!” Ms. Johnson asked, still looking back at her companions. The boys looked at her and then back at her bottom, unsure of what she had in mind. Was she about to push him all the way in? Wouldn’t that basically be instant death?!
“3! 2! 1! Blast off!”
At the end of the loud countdown, Ms. Johnson removed her finger entirely, leaving the boy to meet his fate, but then he was violently shot out of her bottom like a ball out of a cannon! Everyone covered their ears in response to the suddenly booming blast of noise and steaming air that came hurtling out from Ms. Johnson’s body. It was like she was creating a tear in the very fabric of space-time. The volume was deafening and her body shook in response. The tiny boy shot high above them, met his peak, and then came crashing down into the back of her right thigh. Slap. The boy lay there a moment, dazed and confused. When the dust settled, Noah and his mates were left standing in a cloud of stink. This, Noah knew, would end all chemical warfare if harnessed. He almost hurled. But he was glad he didn’t or else she’d probably make him clean that up too.
Once satisfied everyone had got enough her bum for the moment, she picked up each of them and held them all in a tight bunch within her hands. She sat up and admired her work.
“Yikes. You guys sure do smell funny.” Ms. Johnson said to them, giggling. Her smiled having since returned from its lunch break. “Let’s get dressed, shall we? We went a bit over time and still need to make a quick drop off before it’s the girls’ turn.”
Ms. Johnson slipped back into her underwear and dress before opening the door to the hallway and stepped out. The first thing Noah felt was the rush of fresh air. He loved Ms. Johnson and her booty with a passion, but man, that last gas cloud was something else entirely. He’d do it again in a heartbeat, but the fresh air was a very welcoming friend.
The group were all carried along in Ms. Johnson’s hand as if they were riding in an open top plane. Nobody said a word though. They were far too fearful that Ms. Johnson was still in a mood that they didn’t want to mess with. This was the detention Noah feared they were going to have to endure. Perhaps everything up until now was just a way to ease them in. After all, spying on girls had to be a far worse crime than just punching someone. Right?
When Ms. Johnson made a turn and headed into an open entranceway, Noah was both puzzled and a bit uncomfortable. The sign just in front of them that was about to disappear behind them was a single white silhouette of a stickman. The men’s washroom. Once they were all inside, Ms. Johnson ducked her head and looked under the stalls. Empty. Nobody was here at the moment. Although typically a busy place, nobody was ever around here at lunch time. Noah began to squirm as his nerves overtook him.
Ms. Johnson then walked them over to the far wall and stopped.
“So Myles.” Ms. Johnson began saying to the older boy. “This is hopefully where you have your life changing experience. My hope is that you’ll come away from this a new person who wouldn’t even consider using force. I know I know, you were just defending your girlfriend. But there are better ways to do that.”
Myles and the rest of the boys gently crawled to the edge of Ms. Johnson’s hand and peered over the edge. Noah’s heart skipped a beat and he figured Myles’ heart probably came to an abrupt halt. The boys were all looking down at the biggest urinal they had ever seen in their lives. They had each probably used this very one before, but it just looked so much different now. So much bigger and now lethal. And Ms. Johnson was looking at it too.
“Like I said, obviously there are a few risks associated with doing this, but I’m optimistic that you’ll be just fine.” Ms. Johnson said, trying to reassure the boy. She knew they all knew what she had in mind. She didn’t sound overly concerned about what she was about to do. Had she done this before?
“What if I get flushed away? What if I drown? What if the cleaners come by?” Myles asked the woman.
“All good questions. Drowning is pretty unlikely and the cleaners and I have a good working relationship so no need to worry about them. As for being flushed, you see that big plastic urinal cake right there in the middle? The dark blue one that you can’t really see through? There are plenty of holes in it to let you breathe and it’s heavy enough that it would let you escape. You’ll be just fine when it’s all said and done. Nobody will even know you’re in there.” Ms. Johnson answered.
The boy didn’t ask any more questions and didn’t bother looking at her again. He just returned her gaze with a thousand yard stare.
“No more questions? Very good!” Ms. Johnson said. “In you go!”
Ms. Johnson carefully set Noah’s group down on the bathroom counter, put on a pair of gloves, and carefully lifted the plastic cake with one hand before sliding the bully underneath. When she let it go, it slapped down into place, sealing the boy’s fate.
“Look at that! Just like I said, I can’t even see you at all!” Ms. Johnson said to everyone. “I’ll be back at the end of the day to pick you out. You’ll have plenty of time to get cleaned up and board the bus for home. Hang tight! This is your opportunity to think about what’s happened today and every other day.”
With that, Ms. Johnson tossed her gloves into the wastebasket, picked up her tiny students and headed for the door. Noah could only imagine what that guy would be thinking right about now. Was he screaming at them, begging for rescue? If he was, they certainly couldn’t hear them and Ms. Johnson didn’t exactly give him any time to argue. If Ms. Johnson regrew them right after this, would they go and do their business on the tiny bully for revenge? They would be the only ones in the school who would know he was there. Noah cringed a little. He probably wouldn’t do that. On their way out, they almost bumped into a trio of boys, all of whom were normal sized, who were heading into the restroom.
“Hello boys.” Ms. Johnson greeted them and kept walking, not bothering to look back. Noah did look back however and saw the trio were eyeing his teaching with huge, bug eyes. It wasn’t every day you saw a beautiful woman walking out from your bathroom.
“Now I don’t want any of you to think that you’re getting off any easier than he is.” Ms. Johnson said to the boys in her hand as she continued walking. “He may be in a… less than desirable place, but there’s a good chance that you’re going to see things tonight that will serve the same effect as what he’s going through. Because remember, if you were disposables, I could’ve easily squashed you under my bum just for fun while you were trying to take off my thong. Or swallowed each of you whole while you were in my mount. Or pushed you so far inside my ass that you would’ve been begging for the real world again. But you’re not disposables and those are just a few reasons why you never want to be. So I hope those examples will serve you well. Your little expedition may have been fun at first, but my hope is that you’ve all learned why being someone’s personal tiny man is infinitely better than being a disposable. Didn’t we have fun together, knowing that I wasn’t going to do any of those things to you, but still wondering if I might? I sure did! Anyways, I’ll regrow you so you can get cleaned up, but meet me at my car after school today. Then we’ll continue your detention. North lot, beside the soccer field. Don’t be late! We have big plans tonight! In the meantime, I’m going to stop at the little ladies’ room and make some extra work for the girls. Sorry, but all your hard work will probably be for naught. I’ll be sparkly clean the next time we meet though!”
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After Ms. Johnson had left, the washroom fell dead silent. Myles lay on his back, looking up through the holes in the plastic that lay heavily upon his tiny body. The smell of urine was strong in his nose. His body was already drenched and sticky. He was currently regretting every wrong decision he had ever made in his life. Why couldn’t she have dropped him in the girls’ washroom? At least he would’ve had something to look forward to over there. Guess Ms. Johnson had already thought of that though.
Myles didn’t have to wait long before a small herd of footsteps began echoing across the tiled floor and male voices began to chat amongst themselves. He couldn’t see who they were from where he was, all he could see was blue and white. His heart began to pound as they approached.
“Please don’t use this one. Please don’t use this one.” Myles begged, unable to exert much volume through the plastic that weighed heavily on his chest, hoping Ms. Johnson or the boys who just entered could somehow hear his pleas for help. Nobody did though. He could barely hear himself.
Then suddenly a shadow overtook his world and he heard the very distinct sound of a zipper opening. This was going to be a very long afternoon. From that moment on, he made a promise to himself that if he survived this, he wouldn’t so much as push someone ever again, let alone punch them. He had to be different for Ms. Johnson.
Giantess World
Chapter End Notes:
At the start of the week when I finished this chapter, I was originally going to simply say "Happy Weekend!" here. Now I feel like we could all just use a few minutes to escape the world and the news. So hopefully this adds a little bit of enjoyment to your stressful weekend during these crazy times. This is it for Chapter 14, but I'm a good way through 15 now so hopefully it'll be out in good time. Stay safe everyone.