Making The GradebyBig LarryLife was good for Mr. Douglass. He was a popular history teacher at WashingtonHigh and loved his work - as well as most of his students. He rarely worked fromthe text book and kept his lectures interesting enough that he usually hadcomplete control of every student in his class. There was, however, oneexception.

Diana was a senior at Washington High and everyone knew her. She was a stunningbeauty with a decidedly Mediterranean look - dark hair, olive skin and deep,black eyes. She stood about 5'4" with a voluptuous yet fit body. She wasdefinitely the total package - which made it even more odd that she was such aloner. But this was her own choice, as Diana was always different than everyoneelse and seemed to revel in it. She demonstrated none of the typical high schoolconcerns and had an edge to her that kept everyone at arms reach. Even thepopular senior boys stayed away from her, even though they all probablyfantisized about her at one time or another. She was strange and smart andgorgeous and nobody knew how to approach her - which seemed to be the way shewanted it.

This mystique even affected Mr. Douglass - who couldn't keep his mind or eyesoff Diana whenever she was in his class. He would go about his lecture andtypically engage everyone in his class - expect for Diana. No matter howcompelling the subject matter, Diana would just sit there in the front row witha wry smirk on her pretty face - as if her only objective was to distract herteacher. And it usually worked.

Mr. Douglass was smitten with Diana and she knew it. She would always wear aprovacative outfit in class - showing plenty of skin from her bust line down toher gorgeously sculpted legs. And then there were her exquisite feet - alwaysshowcased in some sort of strappy sandal with perfectly painted toes. Her nailpolish color choice was usually black - as was the case with most of her outfitsas well. This fact, along with her quiet confidence, only served to enhance herintriguing persona.

And there was no part of Diana as intriguing to Mr. Douglass as those beautifulfeet. Well aware of this fact, Diana would spend most classes arching andflexing her feet - sometimes dangling her sandal by the tip of her delicatetoes. This drove Mr. Douglass wild and gave her the control over him that heusually reserved for the rest of his students. She had done this so often thatshe eventually came to regard Mr. Douglass as putty in her hands - like mostevery male at Washington High. But this all changed at the end of the semsterwhen grades were handed out. Diana had done almost none of the required work -and to her surprise, Mr. Douglass had failed her.

Shocked and angry, Diana waited until the end of class to approach her teacher.

Once the classroom was empty, Diana slowly got up from her desk and headed tothe door. But rather than walking through it, she closed the door shut andturned towards Mr. Douglass. He felt a lump in this throat as the young beautymade her way to his desk - stopping a few feet in front of it. "What's this, Mr.

Douglass - you're giving me an F?"Slightly trembling, Mr. Douglass stammered, "Well, um, Diana, I can't give you apassing grade unless you do the work, and, uh...." Diana then cut him off, asteely glare in her black eyes, "Oh, cut the ****, Mr. Douglass - or shall Icall you Jim?" Mr. Douglass smiled nervously as she continued, "Listen, Jim -I'm going to pass your class no matter what you think - so we can do this theeasy way or we can do this the hard way..."Not knowing exactly what she meant, and vaguely excited by the possibilities,Mr. Douglass tried to stay strong, "I'm sorry, Diana, but rules are rules and Ican't show you special treatment." An evil smile crept over Diana's face, "Aw,Jimmy, are you saying I'm not special? I see the way you look at me everyday -and I know what you are usually looking at.." And she glanced down at the floorto her beautiful feet. "That's right, Jim, I know you long to touch myfeet...maybe I should show you just how special I am."And with those words, Diana raised her hand in a "lifting" gesture - whichcaused Mr. Douglass to involuntarily rise from his chair. "Come to me, myhelpless slave," she continued as she began waving her hand in a "come hither"fashion. In an instant, Mr. Douglass was thrown to the floor as if a physicalpresence had grabbed him. His face was pressed down against the cold, tileclassroom floor and he couldn't move a single muscle. Somehow this young beautyhad put him under her complete control.

With his cheek down against the floor, he could no longer see young Dianastanding in front of his desk, but that would soon change. He heard her voicefrom above bellow, "Now come here, helpless one..." which caused his body tostart slowly skidding face-first across the floor towards her feet. He could donothing but watch as his body skidded around his desk until her feet were inview in front of him - slowly inching closer and closer to his face. He archedhis neck as much as possible and managed to catch a glimpse of her smiling faceabove. Now his lips were less than an inch from her lovely toes, the scent ofher body lotion strong and fragrant.

With another smirk at her teacher, Diana pressed the tip of her forefingeragainst her thumb - and then slowly separated them. This caused Mr. Douglass'smouth to pry open as if forced by a vice - and then as she looked down at him inamusement as she forced his open mouth over her toes. "There you go, Jimmy...youlike having my toes in your mouth, don't you.." Unable to speak or move, Dianastill knew he was loving every minute of it. Although confused and frightened,Mr. Douglass savored the moment as he suckled on her perfect toes while herwickedly gorgoues face watched from above.

This continued for a few moments until the young sorceress spoke again, "OK,Jimmy - have you had enough of my toes yet? Are you ready to give me a passinggrade?" Not wanting this to end, Mr. Douglass signaled "no" by moving his eyesleft and right. This angered young Diana, who quickly pulled her toes out of hismouth and jerked his body up of the floor with a swipe of her hand. He now stoodparalyzed in front of her - still unable to speak. She stepped forward until herface was less than an inch away from his, "Still not willing to pass me,huh?...then I have no use for you, Mr. Douglass." And with those words, Dianaextended her pouty lips and gave him a gentle kiss on his motionless face -causing hm to black-out immediately.

When he awoke, he found he was able to move and speak again - and after findinghis bearings, he noticed he was facing a soft and slightly-rounded black wall.

He looked up and saw a gigantic, fleshy protuberance jutting out over his head,casting him in a shadow. It was then he realized we was looking up at Diana'sbig toe. She had reduced him to the size of an ant.

Making The Grade, Part 2:Before he had enough time to fully appreciate his new size, his entire skybecame filled with the image of young Diana - now the relative size of acollosal titaness - bending down towards him. He first saw her bending knees -which seemed like they were hundreds of feet above him - followed by the tophalf of her body leaning over, again casting him in a thick shadow. Her face wastoo high in his sky to recognize any detail, but he seemed to notice a broadsmile through the hazy distance. Then his focus suddenly shifted to thegigantic, yet feminine fingers heading straight towards his diminutive body. Theunthinkably huge, black fingernail from her index finger came to rest directlyin front of him. The tip of her nail touched the ground - and Mr. Douglass wasnow so tiny, he could look up the inside of that fingernail to the tip of heractual finger looming above him. With a slight flick of her wrist, Diana's tinyteacher was then scooped up off the ground and sent hurdling up in space. Hecowered in terror and tried to burrow under her fingernail as much as possibleto avoid falling, but as soon as it started - suddenly the motion stopped andall was still again. He pulled his head out of burrowing position and saw thatDiana had brought her hand up to her face - her extended index finger pointingup. "Well, little Jimmy - I know I always had control over you - but never quitelike this. Why don't you stick around with me for a while until I figure outwhat to do with you?" With that said, her massive lips parted and let hergigantic tongue pass through them. She slowly extended it until its warm, wettip made contact with her fingernail - totally engulfing Mr. Douglass betweemthem. When she pulled her tongue back, he was still perched under her fingernail- but now his body glistened with her saliva. And even at that size, it wasevident to Diana that he was terrified wondering what was to come next. "Please,Diana, I'll do anything - please don't hurt -" but his tiny voice trailed awayas she quickly swept her hand down to her waist and turned her wet fingertipinto her exposed belly. She then wiped her fingertip across her tight bellyuntil Mr. Douglass was unceremoniously smeared across the tan skin just to theleft of her belly button. Besides her feet, Mr. Douglass always loved when Dianawore outfits that accentuated her sexy midriff - but he never had quite thisprespective before. Her saliva sealed his tiny body in place as he laid therestuck to her belly.

"Now how does that feel, my little Mr. Douglass?" boomed Diana's voice - whichseemed to be coming form all directions at once. She defiantly looked down ather belly and the smear of a teacher who was standing before her only momentsago. "Now you just hang on there while I go about the rest of my day andeventually I'll figure out my plans for you," she said with a giggle, causingMr. Douglass's world to shake violently.

Diana then walked out of the classroom and headed towards her next class. Mr.

Douglass screamed at his giant captor repeatedly, but she couldn't hear his tinyvoice coming from all the way down from her belly. From all her body language,it seemed he was soon forgotten as she went about her day. Mr. Douglasseventually convinced himself he was dreaming, but that concept became moredifficult to accept everytime a subtle twist of her midsection twisted his bodyin a terribly painful manner. Then that hopeful notion was eliminated for good -as one cough from this delicate beauty sent the ripples of a major earthquakethrough his tiny world. As difficult as it was to accept, he had to realize hewas a tiny speck of a man stuck to the belly of his most gorgeous student. Evenif someone saw him stuck there, he would undoubtedly be dismissed as a beautymark or the like - as he was far too small to be seen as a man. He had to admitto himself that he was at the complete disposal of young Diana.

 Making The Grade, Part 3:As Diana went on with the rest of her day, hours would pass by without herremembering about the tiny captive smeared against her gorgeous belly. And whenshe finally did remind herself, she would whisper (which was anall-encompassing, raspy yell to Mr. Douglass) about how he is nothing more thana bug and she was going to do whatever she wanted to him. Although he found thistalk to be a turn-on, he was also profoundly frightened about his fate.

Eventually the school day ended and lovely Diana returned home. She immediatelyheaded up to her room and stood in front of a full-length mirror - her hands onher hips. She looked at her belly and saw the tiny, dark speck stuck to it. Atingle of excitement rushed through her body as she pondered what to do with heresteemed teacher. "OK, Mr. Douglass - the ride's over, so time to get off littleman," and without warning, she swept her hand down to her belly and flicked thetiny flea of a man off her belly and down to the floor below. Mr. Douglass wasknocked out cold by the blow of her gigantic fingernail - but soon regainedconsciousness, only to find himself at her feet again. But rather than toweringover him again, Diana decided to sit down on the floor and get a better look ather prisoner. She sat with her left leg extended out and her right knee bent(facing up) with her foot still planted upright on the floor. Mr. Douglass stoodon the floor directly in front of her right foot - looking up the expanse of herlower leg to her face peering out over her knee. "Please, in the name of God,Diana - help me. I'll do anything. I'll give you an A! Just have mercy on me!!!"Although screaming, Diana could barely decipher his sqeaky voice and disregardedwhat she did hear. "Oh please, Jimmy - we're way past that now. It's a littletoo late to discuss my grade. Now you're going to be my tiny pet forever - or aslong as I let you live."Those words sent a chill down his spine. Would this strange but beautiful girlreally end his life? As he thought about his chances of survival, Dianacontinued, "Actually, maybe I should keep you around after all. I like knowingyou are at my mercy and it just wouldn't be any fun if I stepped on you andturned you into a smear on the sole of my foot. I need to think of a way to makeit last a little longer.....wait a minute - I got it!"Little Mr. Douglass watched in terror as young Diana lit up with excitement. Shequickly reached for her right sandal and removed it - only to replace her barefoot on the ground in front of him. The warm, musky aroma of her perfect footfilled Mr. Douglass's world as he tried to determine her next move. She thenreached out a collosal hand toward her bare foot - extending the same indexfingernail that once help him captive. With an evil smirk that had become hercalling card, Diana then began to scratch the top of her smooth, bronzed footwhile her eyes fixated on her tiny hostage. She kept scratching the top of herfoot until it became pink and irritated and didn't stop until she had created aslight abrasion. "Look, Mr. Douglass," she said with a glimmer in her eye, "Ithought of a way you could be with me forever..." But before he had a chance torespond, that same giant hand reached for him and plucked him off the ground.

She squeezed him gently between the tips of her thumb and forefinger and dangledhim up above her bare foot. Then without warning, she separated her fingertipsand let him fall onto the top of her foot below. He landed on his back andnoticed he was laying directly on the new abrasion. Once again, before he hadtime to react, he noticed her other hand hurdling down towards him. She washolding something in it but he couldn't quite make out what it was. Within aflash, her hand closed in and he realized she as holding a small band-aid -which was coming right at him. Before he could move a muscle, the tiny adhesivecame down over his body - pinning it up against the top of her lovely foot. Thetop half of his head was sticking out, so he still had a sightline up her footand lower leg - all the way up to her face peering over her knee at him. She wasobviously delighted with her idea - although he still wasn't sure what it was.

With Mr. Douglass trapped, she then kicked off the other sandal and walked overto her desk. Although only casually strolling across her bedroom, Mr. Douglass'stiny body could not withstand the force of her footsteps - so once again he wasknocked senseless. When he regained his composure, he came to realize youngDiana was taking a nap. She had stripped down to her bra and panties and wassleeping quietly on her back - feet facing up. From his perch, he could take inthe magnificence of her impossibly sprawling body - and for once, everything wasstill. He began to ponder his situation and could hardly believe he wasdiscussing her grade with her only hours earlier. Now he was just a tiny bug -and the gorgeous body he had often oggled had become his gigantic home. Just ashe found himself admiring the tight and bronzed body of his collosalstudent-turned-master, he began to feel a tugging sensation on his back. As timepassed and Diana slept, he noticed the tugging feeling gaining strength andspreading down the back of his body...