With a flick of her wrist, you were suddenly naked from the waist down. "Hmmm... impressive... even at this size." commented your titanic teacher, licking her lips. Without further stalling, she brought your tiny body up to her lips, positioning you so that your massive erection pokes into her large plush lips. Her tongue rubbed along your tip gently, sending chills and pleasures throughout your body that you never felt before.
Then Ms. Smith applied some light suction to her intimacy, and that simply took your breath away, leaving you simply gasping and moaning as your whole body went numb with ecstasy. You rubbed your hands along her lips, muttering gibberish and proclamations of love to your benevolent goddess before finally climaxing like you've never climaxed before. But to your giant captor, it probably felt like barely a few droplets on her tongue.
So intense, that you soon passed out after finishing. The last thing you saw as you blacked out was Ms. Smith's smiling face. "That'll do... loverboy." she cooed.
Your dreams were filled with D&D-type scenarios, only all being maintained and controlled by a large female Dwarf as the Dungeonmaster. And every scenario seemed to involve Dwarven giantesses either wreaking havoc in place of dragons, smashing whole armies effortlessly or acquiring a mountainous pile of gold from all the kingdoms in the land. And they all resembled your formerly small teacher.
Then the DM (looking strikingly familiar) wanted your character to explore a new "cave", which was just a funny euphemism for her moist snatch as she reached across the table and pulled you towards her spread-eagle legs...
When you finally came to, you found yourself extremely groggy and exhausted. Sweat poured down your face, and you could barely see anything. Irritated by the moistness of your brow, you tried to wipe away the sweat from your face... but found you couldn't move your arms. Reality suddenly kicked back in, and you realized you hadn't dreamed it all, but really WERE tiny... and from the looks of things... stuffed tightly between Ms. Smith's bountiful cleavage.
"Awake finally?" came a voice as your teacher parted her blouse's top, sending bright shafts of light onto you. From the looks (and sounds) of things, you were in...
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