Sex Education could be fun??
Shrinking in excitement
chapter 6
by
copier
· original author:
tramplefantasy
The sticky perspiration between his clothes and his body wasn’t enough to keep Jack from keeping his only symbol of decency attached to his body. The sight of Stacey and the myriad of tantalizing girls in the class had kept him in a perpetual state of arousal, which didn’t help his shrinking form. With the shrinking form, he was quickly learning that escape from this situation was becoming more of a farcical thing than the situation he was in. He was losing his ability to even move! As his bones creaked and formed into a stationary position, he realized that moving wouldn’t possibly be an option for him at this point. He was about to be selected for “sexual education,” and he would be the unwilling test subject.
The biggest surprise to him was that Stacey of all girls had picked him up for the lesson plan. At first, she had a tight grip around him, but his throbbing erection had proven to be like a forlorn splinter stabbing into her hand. She instead insisted on dangling him between her nimble yet massive finger. She couldn’t see the fear in Jack’s eyes as he was suspended over a cavernous valley of sharp desks cradling a potentially hard splatter against the unforgiving linoleum tiling that posed as his tomb if Stacey were careless. Being Stacey, the spitting image of the typical cheerleader ditz, his trust in her precarious fingers dangling him above his death was a foolish action. Unfortunately, Jack didn’t have too many options for transport at the moment, nor did he have the attention span to understand the intensity of the situation. His arousal had effectively become his anesthesia, making him ignorant to the perils below, as well as his oversized clothing, bigger than his Ken doll-sized figure, cascading to the valley of linoleum and shuffling shoes below.
Jack was able to become cognizant enough to realize that he had made it to Stacey’s desk, intact but fully nude. The giantess Stacey was staring his indecency in full adoration; never had she seen a doll as lifelike as Jack looked. The clammy exterior of the doll rubbing a sweat-like substance against her fingers, the realistic-feeling hair, and the intricate details of the doll had mesmerized her. She stared in particular to his erection he possessed, bearing details like veins that plastic couldn’t simply imitate. Every time she pressed her finger against the sharp erection that had bothered her before, she could get a sense that it was about to burst with sexual fluids, pulsating with an organic sensation that tickled her imagination and almost prompted her to continue sexually torturing the doll some more. For her, however, she had to wait, taken aback by the booming voice of Mrs. Rodger.
The biggest surprise to him was that Stacey of all girls had picked him up for the lesson plan. At first, she had a tight grip around him, but his throbbing erection had proven to be like a forlorn splinter stabbing into her hand. She instead insisted on dangling him between her nimble yet massive finger. She couldn’t see the fear in Jack’s eyes as he was suspended over a cavernous valley of sharp desks cradling a potentially hard splatter against the unforgiving linoleum tiling that posed as his tomb if Stacey were careless. Being Stacey, the spitting image of the typical cheerleader ditz, his trust in her precarious fingers dangling him above his death was a foolish action. Unfortunately, Jack didn’t have too many options for transport at the moment, nor did he have the attention span to understand the intensity of the situation. His arousal had effectively become his anesthesia, making him ignorant to the perils below, as well as his oversized clothing, bigger than his Ken doll-sized figure, cascading to the valley of linoleum and shuffling shoes below.
Jack was able to become cognizant enough to realize that he had made it to Stacey’s desk, intact but fully nude. The giantess Stacey was staring his indecency in full adoration; never had she seen a doll as lifelike as Jack looked. The clammy exterior of the doll rubbing a sweat-like substance against her fingers, the realistic-feeling hair, and the intricate details of the doll had mesmerized her. She stared in particular to his erection he possessed, bearing details like veins that plastic couldn’t simply imitate. Every time she pressed her finger against the sharp erection that had bothered her before, she could get a sense that it was about to burst with sexual fluids, pulsating with an organic sensation that tickled her imagination and almost prompted her to continue sexually torturing the doll some more. For her, however, she had to wait, taken aback by the booming voice of Mrs. Rodger.
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