Defiance

(Based on a RP with occhimar13.)
By Zephyre50

It seemed like a pleasant day. Mr. Andrews enjoyed the warm
air and soft breeze as he walked to his car. He was glad school was
over. As much as he loved teaching, sometimes he just wanted to yell
at the kids to grow up. But he was still fairly new at teaching.
He was only 31 years old and still looked much like a college
student himself. It helped him get along with many of the kids who
saw him more as a buddy, but he knew as time went on he would slowly
grow into one of those nagging old farts that all the students made
fun of in other classes.
Out of the corner of his eye Mr. Andrews saw Nate, a student
of his, walking towards him. The kid was nice for the most part, but
known as trouble with the rest of the teachers. Mr. Andrews
experienced that first hand.
Nate was a star athlete at the school, and one of the more
popular kids. With a lean body, brown hair, blue eyes, and a smile to
win over any enemy it was clear that he had it all going for him.
Most teachers would ignore Nate's bad behavior because of his charm
and sweet talk, but not Mr. Andrews. He could see right through that
fake smile.
"Oh great," the teacher said to himself. "What does he want?"
He figured Nate was mad at him still for putting him in detention for
a week. All because of a stupid prank the kid pulled on another
student. But he had to be firm with the kid or he wouldn't learn any
lessons in life. Everyone else already handed him everything on the
silver platter. It was Mr. Andrew's job to tarnish the platter a bit.
"What do you want young man?" Mr. Andrew asked. It was his
hidden way of mocking the cocky youth by calling them young men. He
hated it as a student and so he found it the best way to continue the
cycle.
Nate just smiled as he walked closer. His smile was
mischievious, his hands in his pocket and his backpack still on. He
must've just got out from detention. The kid wasn't stupid enough to
start anything so Mr. Andrew's wasn't worried. Besides, Nate was only
a lean 5'10" and Mr. Andrew's a firm 6'1". Only way the little brat
could win was if he had a knife or a gun.
"I just wanted you to know that I learned my lesson in
detention today, Mr. Andrews," Nate said with a big smirk.
"Oh k good," the professor stated. He didn't want to stay and
talk. The way Nate was smiling made him a bit uneasy. He figured the
kid was trying to lure him into some trap where he would be charged
with abuse or something. He had to stay cool. "But if you start again
I will have no choice but to give you another punishment."
"Oh, that won't be necessary. In fact, I don't see you ever
giving out a punishment again." Nate's smile grew even more wicked in
appearance and the twinkle in his eye was like a devil's glare. Nate
pulled out what appeared to be a toy gun from his pocket and aimed it
at the teacher. Before the older man could react, Nate pulled the
trigger.
A flash of light blinded Mr. Andrews. He wasn't sure what
happened. His eyes still burned a bit and he felt like he had been
standing there for hours now. When he finally got his vision back he
realized he had shrunk. He was now a pathetic one centimeter in
height. He was barely as big as most insects.
"Not so tough now, huh?" Nate asked with a laugh. It sounded
like thunder and the teacher could barely understand the giant's
words.
The little man began to panic. His once student Nate was now
a towering titan of a teenager, hundreds of feet tall and angry no
doubt. "Oh please, no, turn me back! What have you done? Turn me
back!" The little man begged, almost getting to his knees.
There was no answer, just a laugh. Mr. Andrews turned and
ran, scared of his giant student. He hoped to get away and find
someone who would help him. It was obvious Nate was not that person.
Nate slammed his sneaker down in his teacher's path. He then
knelt down and picked the little man up between his thumb and finger,
dangling him between his huge face. He smiled at the tiny
figure. "Now I'm in charge, little man,a nd you better behave or else
I will crush you like the bug you are," the giant said with a
chuckle. He squeezed the tiny teacher slightly, enough for him to
realize the huge power just in the young giant's fingers.
"No, please, don't do this! I won't punish you again! Just
give me my size back!"
"Fat chance, little man. You're mine now. Hmmm, where should
I put you for the walk home?" Nate asked outloud, more rhetorical
than to the teacher. He sat down and pulled off his left gray and red
runing sneaker, then peeled off his sweaty sock. The tiny man got a
strong whiff of the foul odor of Nate's feet.
"Oh man, still ripe from gym class. Oh well, in you go," the
giant said before he dropped the tiny professor into the huge sweaty
sock.
"Noooo!" the man yelled as he landed on the damp material.
The heavy scent of Nature's feet bombarded him and he tried not to
gag as he breathed in the foul air.
"Here comes my foot, bug," the giant said as he slid his
sweaty foot back into the sock. The little man was trapped between
the big and second toe. He was pressed up against toe jam and foot
sweat. Nate put the sneaker back on and wiggled his toes, grunting in
a satisfied tone as he felt his tiny teacher rubbing between them.
The little man yelled and struggled in the foul prison but it
was no use. He had nowhere to go and Nate's toes were just too huge
to overpower. He was helpless, a prisoner of a teenaged giant,
trapped in a rank sock and sneaker.
Nate walked home, his feet pounding onto the sidewalk. His
foot got hot and sweaty again as he continued home. The little man
was covered in the stinky, slimey foot sweat. All he could breathe in
was the foul scent of Nate's foot.
Finally Nate got home and went to his room. He kicked off hs
sneakers and sat on his bed, then peeled his socks off. He dropped
the tiny man onto his bed and sat there before him, towering over him
like some titanic statue. "All right bug, it's time for you to learn
your new place."
"New place? You can't do this! You will turn me back right
now! I'm a human being!"
"Not any more, slave. You're my toy, and the quicker you get
used to it the easier it will be for you. And since I'm a bit horny,
your first task will be jerking me off." The giant laughed as he saw
the look of panic on his former teacher's face.
"No, I'm not your slave or toy!"
Nate didn't listen. Instead he just focused on unzipping his
jeans. He pulled them off, revealing red plaid boxers. He then slowly
pulled those down, revealing his giant hard cock.
"No! Somebody will find me and help me! You won't get away
with this!"
"No one will find you, little man. You're all mine." Nate
smiled down and reached for the little man. He picked him up and held
him over his erect penis. The tiny man could feel the warmth and
smell the scent of Nate's crotch coming from the huge tool. Without a
word the giant let go and dropped the tiny man onto the base of his
cock.
"Get to work on my cock now, little bitch. Make me come or
else!"
"No, I can't!" the tiny teacher yelled in fear. He was too
humiliated to do such a thing. It would be too wrong, to gross. He
was straight and even being on the huge cock was weird enough.
"Do it!" Nate yelled down to the tiny man. He made a fist
with his right hand and smashed it into his left palm to emphasize
how strong he was to his teacher now.
"No, please, this is wrong! I won't do it!"
"Get to work or I'll crush you!" Nate commanded in an angry
tone. Still the professor was defiant.
"No! Turn me back! I won't do this and you can't make me!"
"Fine bug, then I guess there is no use in keeping you
around." Nate roughly picked the little man up and set him on the
floor near his giant bare fet. "Any last words?"
"No! You're not a murderer! You won't do this! Turn me back!"
"I'm just crushing a bug," Nate said as he lifted his sweaty
and smelly foot over the tiny man. "This isn't murder." He laughed a
bit as he lowered the foot down slowly. "Bye bye, bug man."
"No!" the tiny man yelled as he put his arms up in protest.
It was useless. The sweaty sole pressed against his body quickly,
pinning him to the carpet. It continued to press down, crushing the
tiny man under the huge foot. The little pathetic body was no match
for Nate's giant foot.
The whole time Nate crushed his teacher he was jerking off.
He was loving the feeling of the little man squirming, breaking under
his huge foot. He came with the last snap of the little man and
moaned. No one better piss him off again or else he would have some
more fun... or maybe he would have it anyways.

End