A nightmare...

Ms. Walton's class had always been your safe haven. Your favorite class and teacher always made you feel comfortable, and you had always admired her beauty and kindness, but as a Super Senior her allure was particularly hard to resist! She was also only 24, and had only been teaching for a year, so you know that everyone else felt the same way about her as you did. If you had to describe her, she was basically a carbon copy of Anya Olsen, which meant you had spent many hours edging to her porn scenes ever since you first saw Ms. Walton!

Another thing that was hard to resist was the feeling that all of your classmates knew that you were trying to hide something... the cute pair of panties you were wearing under your athletic shorts today! It was a bright pink T-back thong, and while risky to wear under jeans, you thought it would make you look really good in shorts without giving themselves away. That was the case until you were sitting in Ms. Walton's class. You could feel everyone looking. The heat was rising to your head and you found yourself squirming in your desk as the hour ticked by. Ms. Walton's voice finally caused the tension to break, if only to replace it with a sense of overwhelming dread.

"Chris, would you be a doll and collect the classes' papers? Everyone, make sure your name is on your work before Chris gets to you and hand it to him as he walks past."

It was this call to action that made your stomach drop. She went on to talk about other aspects of the worksheet, but your ears didn't register what she was saying. Her voice was drowned out by the whispers and side glances as you walked past your classmates... You went to your girlfriend first, picking up the papers in Rose's row to get some reassurance. It was working until she gave your butt a playful squeeze as she walked past and teased, "Babe, you're looking like a little snack today!" In normal circumstances her saying that would make your day, but today it just brought everyone's eyes to your butt when you were already feeling on edge. As you continued around the room you could hear whispers and straight up jokes about you. Each comment making you blush even harder. By the time you made it to Marcus and Terry's side of the room with the other football guys the whole class seemed to have an opinion. It went from "He DOES have a cute butt" to "Dude, Chris has got a bubble back there!" real fast. The last thing you heard before you reached the front of the room was, "I gotta see that fat ass!" and it coincided with you brushing too close to a desk and having your shorts snag on a sharp bit poking out. As you stopped to unhook yourself, one of the guys a seat back stood up, pantsed you, and gave you a little shove.

You immediately stumbled forward, your shorts betraying you and settling around your ankles, bearing your silky thong covered ass to the class as you ran directly into Ms. Walton, who was bent over her desk with her back to the room. You were basically sucked into her backside as you reflexively grasped onto her to steady yourself. It led to you seeming to grind your soft, panty covered penis all over her backside. She reacted poorly; screeching out, "Oh my god! Get off me pervert!" while shoving you off of her so that you were splayed over the top of her desk instead. "I can't believe you would try and rub your little nub on me like that! It was so small and soft... like a silky worm!"

Her words cut your soul, but the raucous laughter of the class is what broke your spirit. Your full body was blushing as the insults and shame was levied upon you and your girlfriend by all of your classmates and teammates:

"Can you see how small he is?" "Why are you with him?" "I KNEW Chris was a little sissy bitch!"

Ms. Walton's next words made the whole class go silent.

"Well, I can't have you going down to the Principal's office with your shorts shredded and your little panty wearing ass hanging out, so I guess I'll need to punish you myself while one of your classmates fishes some shorts out of their bag for you to cover yourself with. I think 50 swats will do..."

Her hands started reigning fire upon your exposed backside while the class watched in awe. Ms. Walton's attitude shifted from anger to a twisted sense of justice as she doled out your punishment. At first she chastised you for being a "fake" good student and harboring desires for her; then she started whipping up the crowd by commenting on how your thong was making your butt jiggle like a girl's with every smack of her hand and that your tiny bulge was probably dwarfed by everyone else in class. She started squeezing and massaging each cheek after every spank leading to her spreading and cupping your ass in her hands when she finally reached the last of her 50 swats.

"Marcus. Terry. Why don't you come up to the front of the room for a little demonstration. Or actually, a demonstration of how small something is! I think Chris really needs to see one more thing for this lesson to sink in." Two of your teammates hastily made their way to the front of the room and took spots at both sides of you and Ms. Walton. "Oh, I see both of you enjoyed watching Chris take his licks; that saves me a step here. Rose... why don't you come up here as well? I need you to give a testimonial."

Rose slowly approached the front of the room and gave you a sheepish peck on the cheek as she took her place next to you. She was one hell of a package... cute, fantastic body, loved to play around and enjoy all of your hobbies. You always thought she fit the mold of Faith Ordway, down to the tight little ass that she had been working on since she turned 18. Even with her approaching the front of the room, all eyes were on Ms. Walton as she cupped your small bulge in her hands and started to give a detailed assessment of your entire package to the class. It easily fit in her hand and the delicate palpation of her fingers was agonizingly pleasurable, even as you were emasculated in front of your girlfriend and classmates and tried to resist for the sake of your relationship.

"Would you agree Rose? Have a feel. Chris's taste in underwear really does highlight all of his inadequacies quite well, and they are such a natural fit!"

Rose gave you an apologetic look before easily enveloping your package in her hand and mimicking Ms. Walton's movements. Without the restraint you had with Ms. Walton, you didn't let the cruel truth Rose was agreeing with stop you from enjoying her touch. A wet spot started to form on your panties and the strings of your pre-cum began to stick to and stretch out from Rose's palm as she repeated how small you felt and how much your panties "fit" you.

"He also feels sticky Ms. Walton... what is that?"

Rose withdrew her hand from your crotch and a long string of pre-cum followed, attached to her palm as your little wet spot was put on full display, once again to the jeers and laughs of your class and Ms. Walton.

"Oh my! It seems like Chris REALLY likes being talked down to Rose. Maybe this next part of our comparison will go better than I thought! Just wipe his little spew off on his shirt and we'll get to the next step." You tried to smile at Rose, but she gave you a look of subtle disgust as she wiped her hand clean across your chest.

"Now the next step will be to unleash what most of you can already see are two impressive specimens for comparison. Rose, would you please be so kind as to help Marcus with his belt? I will start my assessment of Terry while you free that bulge. Just the pants though, we just need to see the underwear comparison for now."

You tried to protest, but one finger from Ms. Walton's hand placed on your lips made you quiet down. You couldn't tell what you were supposed to look at between her quick reveal of Terry's massive bulge or Rose's tentative hands taking their time with undoing Marcus's belt and pulling his pants down. She was making cute, but hurtful, sounds of shock as she worked, but they were soon drowned out by Ms. Walton's excited evaluation.

"See how much more defined the penis is in the underwear? You can see the fabric straining to contain it. There is such a heft to the whole package, and it definitely takes more than two hands for me to get a full picture. When I place my hands like this I can feel his testicles basically humming in my palms. I can barely fit them into one hand..."While she had examined you while stood beside you, Ms. Walton had dropped to her knees to examine Terry. Rose had taken a similar position next to Marcus, and she was absentmindedly letting him hold her head close to his bulge, every once in a while rubbing it across her cheek as she stared at the current subject of everyone's attention: Ms. Walton raving in fine detail about how impressive Terry was.

"With one of this size sometimes you need to really go beyond what you can feel with your hands. Now, I won't unleash this monster for a full assessment, but I will indulge myself a little, while also proving my final point before I ask Rose to show us what she's learned from this demonstration."

You watched in disbelief as Ms. Walton began to rub her face against Terry's bulge. First she sniffed her way from the tip of his penis all the way to the top of his shaft, before placing her face on his thigh and rubbing her cheek all the way across his package until it **** across her face to spring back to center. She did the same in the opposite direction, before coming up from below his balls, resting them on her forehead as she pulled up to let his whole underside smother her nose and mouth. The sounds of her heavy breathing, in and out, while she basically let Terry's bulge beat her up, had everyone on edge. More than a few of your classmates started taking care of their urges, boys and girls alike. You were rock hard and the flow of pre-cum that Rose had started showed no signs of slowing down. Your panties were as drenched as the girl's the room were, and even Rose had let her hand slip down to rub herself while being ever more open to Marcus's crotch being so close to her face...

It seemed like an eternity and a flash at the same time, but Ms. Walton finally peeled herself away from admiring Terry and rotated her attention to you and Rose.

"You see how Terry basically overwhelmed my face, right? If we turn back to Chris here, not only do I not want or need to use anything more than a few fingers to understand his equipment, but it would clearly not even cover my cheek. Now, Rose, I can see you're already primed to show us what you can do with Marcus, so please take it away! Be as thorough as you can and spare no details."

Rose didn't even give you a passing glance as she put her attention fully on the sizeable bulge in front of her. Her hands looked small on Marcus as she stroked the outline of his penis with her fingers and cupped his balls.

"He feels so much heavier that Chris. I don't think he's as big as Terry, but I'd say he's still about three times as big as Chris could ever be. You were right about feeling the balls come to life in your hands. I think I can feel his pulse Ms. Walton! I can smell him too. I think I know why you feel compelled to use your face to get a full feel... It's almost intoxicating!"

After she spoke she inhaled deeply through her nose. First, just from her inspection distance, then as she pushed her nose deep into the side of his bulge, just above the left testicle. You didn't notice it, but her hand fell back down to her crotch as she began to rub herself again. You were too busy noticing Ms. Walton's hand start to kneed your ass again as she whispered insults into your ear...

"You belong in those panties, don't you Chrissy? You're so hard watching Rose become infatuated with that bulge, aren't you? Your ass is so cute in this thong too. I bet you'd cum in your panties if I let her give Marcus a blowjob right now. Look at how she's dragging her lips along the outline of his shaft, she wants it. She's drunk on it. So much that she's probably imagining what he'd feel like... all over. I bet if you tried to stop her she'd fight you. I want you to stop her. Stop her Chris!"

Rose was taking after Ms. Walton with gusto, massaging Marcus with her hands and face, breathing in his scent, letting her lips linger on his cock, trying to conceal the mini-kisses she was giving him even as her lip gloss left evidence behind. Ms. Walton pushed your forward with an evil grin on her face. You put your hand on Rose's shoulder...

"Rose, that's enough. Ms. Walton said fo..."

That's all you could get out before Rose swiveled around with rage in her eyes and punched you right in the dick, yelling, "Ew, get off me loser!"

With blinding light and frightened gasp you snapped awake. You were laying in bed on your stomach, soaked in a cold sweat and rock hard. Everything had seemed so real. So painful. So soul-crushing. You lifted yourself in a half pushup stance and felt yourself sticking to your panties and sheets. You had busted a massive nut in your sleep and it was impossible to hide. It had been a few days of not masturbating per your mother's orders, and it was clear that your body just took an opportunity to relieve itself, as cruel as it had been to achieve that relief. You knew that you were on the smaller side and that your mom was taking steps to address it by cutting back your chronic masturbation. You had to trust that she knew what she was doing, and that tonight had just been a bad dream. That brought new fear into your mind. How to explain the massive cum stain on your sheets when you weren't supposed to be jerking off? Could you really tell your mom that you had a wet dream? Would she ask for details? Would she be mad?