Height of Desire

Chapter 1: The Tutoring Tease

Tim shuffled into Mrs. Nelson’s sprawling living room, his tiny frame barely reaching the doorknob he’d struggled to turn. At 3 foot 4 inches, the 20-year-old felt like a speck in the shadow of his math tutor, an 8-foot-tall Amazon with curves that could stop traffic. Her busty chest and voluptuous ass seemed to mock him with every sway as she greeted him with a saccharine smile.

'Oh, Timmy, you made it! I was worried you’d get lost on the way up to the door,' she chirped, her voice dripping with unintentional condescension. Her massive boobs bounced slightly as she leaned down—way down—to pat his head. Tim’s face burned red, his tiny 2-inch erection already straining against his pants at the sight of her cleavage.

'I-I’m fine, Mrs. Nelson,' he stammered, trying to keep his eyes on the floor. But damn, it was hard. So hard. He shifted uncomfortably, feeling a wet spot bloom in his jeans as he came without even a touch. Mortified, he prayed she wouldn’t notice.

'Let’s get started, shall we? Oh, could you grab that textbook from the shelf over there?' she asked, pointing to a ledge that might as well have been Mount Everest. Tim nodded, his little legs wobbling as he tried to climb onto a nearby chair. He slipped, tumbling to the ground with a pathetic thud right at her towering feet.

'Oh, sweetie, are you okay?' Mrs. Nelson gasped, her tone laced with mock concern as she bent over, giving him an eyeful of her endless curves. 'You’re just so… small. It’s adorable.'

Tim’s cheeks flamed. 'I’m trying, okay? It’s not my fault everything’s so… big!' he snapped, his voice cracking. He hated how weak he sounded, how weak he felt.

'Of course, dear. Here, let me get it,' she said, effortlessly plucking the book off the shelf, her ass swaying hypnotically as she turned. Tim bit his lip, his horny little mind racing. He was dripping with embarrassment—and something else—when he accidentally knocked over his glass of water, soaking his shirt.

'Oh, Timmy, you’re a mess!' Mrs. Nelson laughed, her voice sharp and teasing as she knelt to his level. 'Let’s get you out of those wet clothes.' Before he could protest, her strong hands were peeling off his shirt and pants, leaving him stark naked. She barely blinked, a slight smirk playing on her lips as if he were just a baby in need of a diaper change.

'Mrs. Nelson, please!' Tim squeaked, covering his tiny cock with trembling hands, his face a furnace of shame. 'Give me something to wear!'

'Hmm, I don’t have anything your size, sweetheart,' she mused, tapping her chin. 'But don’t worry, I’ve seen it all. I’ve raised three boys, you know. Nothing to be shy about.' Her eyes twinkled with mischief as she stood, towering over him. 'I’ll call my friend Linda. Her little boy might have something that fits.'

Tim wanted to die. 'No, please, just give me my clothes back!' he begged, tears pricking his eyes.

'Relax, Timmy. Sit down, let’s watch some TV while we wait,' she said, ignoring his pleas as she sprawled on one couch, her massive frame taking up every inch. Tim perched on the other, his naked body shivering with humiliation. As the minutes ticked by, Mrs. Nelson’s breathing slowed, her eyes closing. Tim needed to pee—badly—but the bathroom door was a fortress he couldn’t breach without her help.

'Mrs. Nelson? Please, I need to go,' he whispered, nudging her arm. Nothing. He tugged harder, his tiny hands useless against her giant frame. 'Wake up!' he shouted, desperation mounting. Still, she lay there, oblivious—or pretending to be. Then, as if to taunt him further, her bra shifted, and one enormous breast spilled out, hanging over the side of the couch like a forbidden fruit. Tim froze, his pathetic little boner twitching at the sight. It was bigger than his entire torso. Without thinking, he came again, a sad dribble of cum landing on her skin. He was panting, sweating, his mind a mess of lust and shame.

What happened next was a blur of frustration and fantasy—but that’s a story for another chapter.