In a split-second decision, you decide to run for the locker room door. Your tiny legs pump furiously with every step, your lungs soon aching with exertion. Feminine laughter follows you tauntingly, a reminder of the horrible fate that awaits you should you fail to escape. Unfortunately, carrying Rick on your back already tired you out, and it doesn't take long for your limbs begin to feel leaden with exhaustion. The doorway seems so deceptively close, but you hardly seem to gain any ground at all! Still you push onward! You can do this!
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
The ground beneath you trembles with the impact of Professor Greene's footsteps. You spare a glance over your shoulder and instantly regret the decision. Dark braids of hair frame the hungry visage of your biology teacher like a black halo. Her plump belly jiggles with every step, the soft expanse of dark brown skin simultaneously hypnotic and horrifying. You've always found Professor Greene's curves attractive. But now, you can't help but wonder how many innocent young men have died to give her such a voluptuous figure. This isn't your teacher... not really. The Professor Greene you knew was just a facade... a mask of good will and passion for her students. And now, gazing up at the approaching giantess, you see the hidden face behind the mask. Not a teacher... a dark goddess. A ravenous colossus straight from your worst nightmares and most perverse fantasies. With this thought, you feel the last reserves of energy leave you, and you collapse to the floor in exhaustion. Katherine Greene catches up to you in a matter of seconds.
Scooping you up in her hand, your teacher laughs and turns back to her companions, “How adorable! He thought he could escape by running! HAHAHA!” Her voice lowers to a seductive purr as she gently runs her fingers over your naked body, “Boys are just so deliciously stupid sometimes.”
You've never felt so helpless in your life. You can't think of any way out of this situation, which leaves your life in your teacher's hands. Literally. Your pulse quickens as you imagine the countless ways that this giant goddess of a woman could kill you. You glance down at your teacher's plunging cleavage, picturing yourself crushed and smeared between her full tits. No... you're more likely to end up fattening her tits than anything. As you contemplate your fate, your half-erect penis twitches and swells to full erection. Professor Greene giggles in amusement, showing you a neat row of enormous white teeth. “Aw, sweetie! Are you really that excited to be my snack?” You squirm in fear, trying to loosen her grasp, but your teacher pins you firmly to her palm with her thumb. She slowly runs her tongue across her full wet lips, and begins to fondle your engorged cock with her thumb. “There's no need to be embarrassed, you know. Tons of boys get hard right before I eat them.” You shudder and groan in pleasure, giving in completely to her molestation. “It's your body's way of telling you that this is your true purpose as a man.” You wriggle in ecstasy, nodding absently in response. Your teacher continues, her voice low and throaty, “You exist for the pleasure of women. To be our sexual playthings.” Your scrotum tightens with desire, and you press your groin more firmly against the professor's thumb. “And then... once we've had our fun, you exist to become our dinner. To nourish our bodies.” Your teacher lets out a small animalistic moan of hunger and pulls at the fabric around her chest, allowing her immense bosom to spill forth. Your eyes go wide at the site. If you were normally sized, you might say that her breasts are large. But at your current stature... the only word that comes to mind is vast. Her flawless chocolate skin glistens with a slight sheen of sweat, her dark brown nipples hard with excitement. Professor Greene squeezes her tits together enticingly and winks at you, “You exist to serve the greater sex, don't you?” You nod vigorously, abandoning your pride completely. Who are you to question such power, after all?
“I... I exist to serve.” You flush red, utterly humiliated at the admission. A small tickling voice in the back of your mind screams at you to escape and survive, but you force it down. Your eyelids flutter and a small gasp escapes your lips as Professor Greene's thumb presses harder against you penis. It's almost as if she's rewarding you for admitting your inferiority. Before you have a chance to think, you blurt out, “Use me, my goddess! Devour me! Nourish yourself with my body!” As you shout these words, Professor Greene's amber eyes sparkle brightly with triumph.
