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Life in GTS high school 2: the next day

LIFE IN GIANTESS HIGH SCHOOL

Part 2: The next day.

IN THE NOT SO FAR FUTURE...

There’s a new world order. One unexpected consequence of the collapse of several Earth’s ecosystems was that female humans began growing, getting higher, stronger and more dominant, while males were decimated and remained the same size. The female-dominated society began ruling and changing the dynamics of power and males had to adapt in order to survive. 

This story takes place when all females are now 50-feet towering giantesses on average, and males are only considered toys and pets.

Jerry has just been transferred from an all male high school to a mixed one and is not sure what to expect from his school life from now on. He’s welcomed by other male students but, to his chagrin, he soon realizes that his life will never be the same!!

Life was never the same. After being used as a living suppository and human dildo several times, Jerry was finally allowed to go home and recover. He was completely soaked in the giantess’ fluids and had to take a long hot shower to eliminate all the smell and sticky liquids that were covering his body. As he washed his sore limbs, Jerry couldn’t help feeling aroused and soiled at the same time remembering the way Tyra had used him over and over. The ebony giantess had no regard for his puny pleas of mercy as she forced him to suck her engorged clit and pushed him in and out his pussy afterwards. But the worst part had been when she fed him to her anal ring. For long minutes, the walls of her intestines massaged and contracted all around him as she climaxed and moaned contentedly.

Tyra sent her girlfriends several videos showing how she played and enjoyed using Jerry in her aroused orifices. 

“Suck it bitch!” she said as she forced her engorged clit down his throat. She pushed the back of his head making him gag. Jerry tried to push her but Tyra relentlessly kept moving his tiny head closer and closer to her. In short time, Jerry had teary eyes and found himself covered in her sweat and pussy juices.

“I’m gonna make you an expert clit sucker!” she said excitedly, “you have all that it takes, you only need lots and lots of practice!”. Jerry did his best to please Tyra as she made his tiny head bob forwards and backwards giving her pleasure. He also had to suck the bulbous tip of her clit making her moan with pleasure.

After pleasing Tyra orally, Jerry was used as a living dildo several times too. Tyra manipulated his tiny body in and out her moist pussy reaching climax after climax. Meanwhile, Jerry fought to breathe as he was pushed and pulled in and out of Tyra’s vagina relentlessly.

That night, Jerry had nightmares about being swallowed alive by giant mouths. He woke up several times covered in sweat and panting. He was very concerned about his future, becoming a sex toy for horny teen giantesses was awful but he had no choices at that time. He had to finish highschool as soon as possible and leave to study at an all-boy college so he could be safe.

The next morning at school, Jerry arrived early, hoping to slip into his classroom unnoticed. His body still ached from the previous day's "welcome" from Tyra and her friends—bruises on his ribs, a lingering soreness in places he didn't want to think about. He clutched his tiny backpack (scaled for males, of course) and darted between the massive desks that towered like skyscrapers around him. The ground shook faintly with each step of the giantess students arriving, their laughter booming like thunder overhead.

He made it to the male section—a cordoned-off area on the floor near the teacher's podium, with tiny benches and a protective railing to prevent accidental squishings. A few other boys were already there, whispering nervously. One of them, a skinny kid named Mark, waved him over.

"Dude, you look wrecked," Mark said, eyeing Jerry's disheveled hair and the faint red marks on his neck. "Tyra's crew got you good yesterday, huh? Word spreads fast. They posted those vids in the group chat."

Jerry groaned, slumping onto a bench. "Yeah. I just want to get through classes without... you know."

Mark chuckled bitterly. "Good luck. Today's biology with Ms. Mounier. She's notorious for using 'volunteers' in her demos."

Before Jerry could ask what that meant, the classroom door swung open with a massive creak. In strode Ms. Mounier, the biology teacher—a stunning 52-foot giantess with curves that could crush cities and long auburn hair cascading down her back. She wore a tight blouse that strained against her enormous breasts and a skirt that ended mid-thigh, revealing legs like marble columns. The class of giantess girls cheered as she entered, their voices a chorus of excitement.

"Good morning, class!" Ms. Mounier boomed, her voice warm but commanding. She placed her massive purse on the desk, causing the floor to vibrate. Her eyes scanned the room, lingering on the male pen. "And good morning to our little pets down there. I see we have a new addition—Jerry, is it?"

Jerry froze as her gigantic face loomed closer, peering down through the railing. Her green eyes sparkled with amusement, and her full lips curved into a smile that sent a chill down his spine.

"Y-yes, Ms. Mounier," he stammered, his voice tiny even to the other boys.

"How adorable. Stand up, sweetie. Let the class see you."

The giantess girls giggled, leaning forward for a better look. Jerry reluctantly stood, feeling exposed under dozens of colossal gazes.

"Class," Ms. Mounier announced, "today we're covering human anatomy—specifically, male physiology in relation to female arousal and reproduction. Since we have such willing little subjects, I thought a hands-on demonstration would be perfect."

The class erupted in excited whispers. "Teacher's pet time!" one girl shouted.

Ms. Mounier reached down with manicured fingers the size of tree trunks and plucked Jerry from the pen effortlessly. He dangled helplessly in her grip, her warm palm enveloping his entire body. The scent of her perfume—sweet and overpowering—washed over him as she lifted him to eye level.

"Don't worry, Jerry," she purred, her breath hot against his skin. "You'll be my special assistant today. The girls need to learn how to properly handle and stimulate their pets."

She carried him to the front of the class and placed him gently—but firmly—on her desk, right next to a massive textbook open to diagrams of giantess reproductive systems. The desk surface was like a vast plain to him, and Ms. Mounier's body loomed behind it like a living mountain.

"First lesson: external stimulation," she said, addressing the class while unbuttoning the top of her blouse. Her enormous breasts spilled forward slightly, casting shadows over Jerry. "Males can be quite effective at teasing sensitive areas."

With a wink to the giggling students, she scooped Jerry up again and pressed him against one of her hardening nipples through the fabric. The nub was already the size of his head, swelling under his tiny struggles.

"Rub and lick, pet," she commanded softly but firmly. "Show the class how it's done."

Jerry hesitated, but her fingers squeezed just enough to remind him of his place. Heart pounding, he began massaging the massive nipple with his hands and tongue, feeling it grow even larger and firmer. Ms. Mounier let out a low moan that echoed through the room, making the girls squeal in delight.

"Good boy," she cooed. "See how responsive they are, class? With practice, your pets can make you feel incredible without even penetrating."

But Jerry knew this was just the beginning. As the lesson progressed, Ms. Mounier's "demonstrations" grew more intimate—sliding him under her skirt for "clitoral sensitivity training," then using him to illustrate "internal vaginal exploration." By the end of class, he was drenched again, exhausted, and marked as the new teacher's pet.

As the bell rang and Ms. Mounier casually dropped him back into the pen—promising "extra credit" sessions after school—the other boys patted his shoulder sympathetically.

"Welcome to Giantess High," Mark muttered. "It only gets worse from here."

Jerry rounded the corner of the east hallway too quickly—right into the path of a wall of smooth, dark skin and the faint scent of coconut lotion mixed with fresh sweat from morning practice.

Tyra.

The ebony cheerleader towered even when she was just standing still, her long legs stretching up forever beneath the short pleated skirt of her uniform. Her full lips curved into a slow, knowing smile the moment she spotted him. Yesterday's memories slammed into Jerry like a physical blow: the suffocating heat of her pussy grinding down on him until he could barely breathe, the humiliating stretch as she'd forced him deeper still, using his entire wriggling body to tease her anus until she'd shuddered and flooded him with her release. He'd been drenched, trembling, discarded on her locker-room bench like a used tissue.

"Hello, toy," Tyra purred, bending at the waist until her face filled his entire field of vision. Her breath was warm vanilla and mint gum. Before he could back away, plush lips engulfed his head and shoulders in a single, sloppy kiss—soft, wet pressure that smeared gloss across his hair and cheeks.

"Did you dream about me?" she murmured against his scalp, tongue flicking out to lap at him like he was a lollipop. Long, deliberate strokes dragged from his collarbone to his forehead, leaving glistening trails. "I bet you did. I dreamt about having you deep inside again... and again... stretching me just right."

"No—please!" Jerry's voice cracked, small and frantic. "No more. I can't—"

Tyra's laughter rumbled through him like distant thunder. "You have to get used to it, little Jerry. You're my favorite toy now." Her fingers—long, manicured, impossibly strong—curled around his torso. She lifted him effortlessly, squeezing just enough to make his ribs creak and his lungs fight for air. He squirmed instinctively, legs kicking in the open air, which only made her giggle again, low and delighted.

"You think you can escape me?" she teased, bringing him close enough that her thick eyelashes brushed his face like dark feathers. "I don't have time to play with you right now... but I'll see you after school." Her grip tightened—a warning pulse that sent pain spiking through his chest. "And if you try to hide or run? You'll regret it."

She leaned in again. This time the kiss was slower, more possessive: full lips dragging across his entire upper body, sucking lightly, tongue swirling until every inch of him was coated in warm saliva. He tasted salt and artificial strawberry. When she pulled back, a thin string of spit connected her lower lip to his drenched shirt.

"You're so tasty," she whispered, eyes half-lidded with hunger. "I'm gonna enjoy playing with you later... so much."

Jerry trembled violently inside the tight cage of her fist, heart hammering so hard he thought it might bruise his own ribs. Tyra studied him for a long moment—licking her thick, glossy lips like a cat savoring the anticipation of a kill—then finally opened her hand.

He dropped the last few inches to the tile floor in a sprawl, gasping, clothes clinging wetly to his skin. Tyra straightened to her full, impossible height, skirt swaying as she adjusted her cheer bag over one shoulder.

"Run along to class, toy," she called after him, voice light and amused. "Don't be late. I'll know if you are."

Jerry scrambled up and bolted, legs shaky, the hallway lights blurring through the saliva still dripping into his eyes. He could feel her gaze burning into his back the entire way to his locker—like a predator deciding exactly when to pounce.

He didn't dare look behind him. He just kept moving, pulse roaring in his ears, already dreading the lunch break that would come far too soon.

The quad waited outside those double doors. Four senior giantesses already lounging in their circle. Fresh meat always drew attention eventually.

And Tyra would be watching.

During the lunch break, four colossal senior girls had claimed the center of the yard, sitting cross-legged in a loose circle like bored goddesses at a picnic. Each one cradled boys in their enormous hands—two or three per palm—while others squirmed helplessly between thighs thicker than Jerry's entire torso. Every male student in their grasp had his pants and underwear yanked down to his ankles, fabric bunched uselessly around skinny legs that kicked feebly in mid-air.

The giantesses worked with lazy, competitive enthusiasm, their glossy lips enveloping one tiny cock after another. They were running a cruel contest: who could force the most unwilling orgasms in the shortest time. Wet, rhythmic sucking sounds filled the air, punctuated by the boys' choked gasps and involuntary whimpers. The girls' cavernous mouths seemed bottomless; no matter how small the offering, they swallowed eagerly, tongues curling with casual expertise.

Only one of them—the dark-haired girl Jerry recognized from third-period English—refrained from sucking. She lounged with her phone raised, recording every humiliated twitch and spurt in crisp 4K. Between her meaty thighs lay the "used" boys: sprawled, sweat-soaked, chests heaving, eyes glassy with exhaustion. Their cocks hung limp and reddened, still twitching from overstimulation. They knew the break wasn't over. The bell was still minutes away, and the girls weren't finished playing.

Laughter rolled from the circle like thunder. After each boy shuddered and spilled into a waiting mouth, the giantess would pull back, stick out her tongue to display the pearly evidence, then casually flick the spent victim onto her lap like a discarded toy. Another would be plucked up immediately, pants already down, body trembling in pre-emptive dread.

"Another one!" the beautiful blonde crowed, pink tongue glistening as she displayed four tiny white flecks. "That's my fourth straight—beat that, bitches."

The athletic brunette smirked around the cock currently filling her mouth. She pulled off with a wet pop just long enough to brag: "Third for me. This little guy's shaking already—gonna make it quick." She dove back down, cheeks hollowing.

"I'm keeping official count," the phone girl announced in a mock-serious tone. "No cheating." She zoomed in on a fresh victim, then lowered her head to tease his balls with slow, deliberate licks before engulfing him entirely.

Jerry stood frozen at the edge of the quad, half-hidden behind a bench that barely reached the girls' shins. He recognized them all—classmates he'd only met a week ago when he transferred from the all-boys academy. Back there, the worst thing that happened was a locker-room towel snap. Here…

He squeezed his eyes shut, but the sounds drilled into him anyway: wet slurps, helpless male moans rising into desperate cries, the girls' amused giggles vibrating through the ground. Every involuntary twitch of pleasure from those boys felt like a betrayal—of dignity, of resistance, of any hope that this school would be different.

His heart hammered against his ribs. He could already imagine those same enormous fingers wrapping around his waist, lifting him like a doll, hot breath washing over him as a voice purred, "New boy wants a turn?"

Jerry pressed himself lower, praying the bell would ring before they noticed fresh meat standing alone.

Jerry's luck ran out the moment he tried to back away. A shadow fell over him—enormous, inevitable—and before he could bolt, warm fingers thicker than his legs curled gently but inescapably around his waist. The blonde giantess lifted him skyward with the casual flick of someone plucking a stray french fry.

"Look what we have here," she purred, her voice vibrating through his ribcage. "Fresh transfer boy. You've been watching us like you wanted an invitation."

The others turned, eyes lighting up with predatory delight. Jerry's stomach lurched as he was passed hand-to-hand like a living toy—each palm dwarfing his body, soft skin warm and faintly scented with vanilla body spray and something muskier. He kicked uselessly, shoes dangling, pants already half-tugged down by the time he landed in the brunette's grip.

"No—no, please—" His protest dissolved into a yelp as she brought him to her face. Her breath washed over him in a hot, humid gust, lips parting to reveal a cavernous mouth that could swallow him whole if she wanted. Instead, she lowered him lower, aligning his exposed groin with her waiting tongue.

The first contact was electric—wet heat enveloping him completely, tongue curling with terrifying precision. She sucked gently at first, then harder, the suction pulling involuntary shudders from deep in his core. Jerry's hands scrabbled against her lower lip, fingers sinking into plush flesh that gave like warm dough. His body betrayed him almost immediately; pressure built too fast, too intensely. He came with a strangled cry, hips jerking against nothing as she hummed in approval, the vibration ripping another helpless spasm from him.

She pulled back just long enough to flash a triumphant grin, a thin string of saliva connecting her lip to his twitching length. "One down. Who's next?"

They passed him like a party favor. The blonde took him next—her technique slower, more teasing, tongue flicking in lazy circles until he was whimpering, begging incoherently for it to stop and never stop. She swallowed his second orgasm with exaggerated relish, showing the others the evidence on her tongue before flicking him onward.

The dark-haired girl with the phone set it down for her turn. She cradled him between her breasts first—soft, warm pillows that smothered his cries—then lowered him to her mouth. Her blowjob was methodical, almost clinical: long, deep pulls that milked him relentlessly until number three tore through him, leaving him limp and gasping.

By the fourth, Jerry could barely form thoughts. The last giantess—quiet until now—took him with surprising gentleness that somehow made it worse. She cradled his exhausted body in one palm while her tongue worked him over with slow, insistent strokes. His overstimulated nerves screamed; every touch was too much and not enough. He came again—dry this time, just painful spasms that left him trembling and spent.

They laughed softly as they set him down between them, pants tangled around his ankles, body slick with saliva and sweat. Jerry curled into a fetal position on the grass, chest heaving, every muscle quivering. Less than fifteen minutes. Four times. His mind felt foggy, distant, like the world had narrowed to the ache between his legs and the thunder of giant footsteps.

The bell rang—sharp, merciful.

"Aww, science class," the blonde cooed, nudging him lightly with a fingertip the size of his torso. "Better get going, little guy. Don't want to be late on your first week."

Jerry staggered to his feet, yanking his clothes up with shaking hands. Cum and spit soaked through the fabric; his legs felt like jelly. He could feel their amused gazes on his back as he stumbled toward the building, each step a reminder of how small, how helpless he truly was here.

The hallway loomed ahead—normal-sized doors that now felt like escape hatches. Science class waited. More giantesses. More eyes. More chances to be noticed.

He swallowed hard and kept walking, already dreading the next break.

TO BE CONTINUED…

 

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