Person in Her Pocket

Hello. I have a Giantess Mistress and I am the tiny person in her pocket. Once upon a time, I was a regular sized man. It wasn’t all that long ago either. I had a job, professor at a college and was planning to remodel my beautiful home. I had a classroom full of students, many of them not so bright but totally hot young women who came in every year in short skirts and offered to blow me for a grade.

I’d let them and then give them the grade they earned through class work, unless they swallowed, then I’d bump it up…Or if we got together more than once. Most of them were willing, I’m not all that bad looking after all, especially compared to the other professors who were older than most of their parents.

That was before I met her. She was, or I should say, I thought she was, one of those hot young girls. Gorgeous and not too bright, going through life not doing or learning much of anything, but looking good and sliding by. There are plenty of them and with her long blonde hair and even longer tan legs, it seemed obvious.

I was wrong. She wasn’t stupid at all, in fact she was there because she had discovered something and looking up to me, wanted to share it with me. Unfortunately, I didn’t respond in the professional way she had anticipated when she came to my office one evening. Instead I told her point blank that unless she was willing to go above and beyond what some of the other students were already doing for my cock I wasn’t going to be able to promise her more than a B.

In Her Pocket: Mistake Number Two

As you can imagine, that was my first mistake. Instead of waiting and listening, I assumed and made an ass out of only myself. She just smiled and said she would do something to me that no one else had ever done. I doubted it, but told her I was looking forward to it then dismissed her since she hadn’t offered to give me a preview or a sample of her cock sucking skills.

She left and I didn’t honestly think about her again, she was hot remember, but so were many of my other students and they were getting me off. She came to class and left again, taking notes and testing without another mention of our getting together. I should have known by her consistently high scores on the tests that she wasn’t one of those girls, but I just wasn’t paying attention. That may sound like my second mistake but compared to what I did next, it was really just a blip.

Mistake number two was agreeing to meet her at her place. She told me that she was anxious for some assistance and could perform much better in her own space. Plus she indicated that she had something there that would take our encounter to a whole new level. I didn’t have anything else to do that day and decided that the worst that could happen is I’d get laid and then head home for dinner.

I was so wrong. She met me at the door in the shortest pair of denim shorts I’d ever seen and a tank top sans bra. Handing me an open beer, she smiled and watched as I took a long swallow, saying something about use loosening up. Then she started talking about her discovery, which led to mistake number three.

Three Strikes and You’re Tiny

I laughed. I told her that was impossible and didn’t even for a moment consider that she was telling me the truth. She nodded and insisted she’d experimented and it worked. I laughed again and told her there was no way, then took the vial she was showing me from her hand and swallowed the whole thing.

My mistake here was in assuming again, that seems to be a common thread in my relationship with her. After drinking it, she was the one who laughed and I started shrinking. She said something about trying to warn me and then picked me up and dropped me into a cup on the table. She was still laughing and told me she didn’t know what she’d do with me, but was sure something would come to her. Since there was currently no cure.

What came to her was this…Being a professor she decided that I could be a useful source of information during testing. Bringing all her grades up from low A’s to high ones and even getting extra credit. She started keeping me in her pocket, bouncing next to her beautiful breasts or pressed against her perfect ass. My worry moment to moment now is what will happen when she gets distracted and forgets I’m in that back pocket and just sits down.