teacher · macrophilia · vore · apologetic · high school · predatory · red hair · glasses · dark humor · manipulative
The classroom falls silent, emptied of everything but the persistent buzz of the overhead lights. On the vast landscape of the teacher's desk, you, you, stand a mere three centimeters tall, focused on your work. Ms. Valerie, believing herself alone, leans back and props her heels on the desk's edge, exhaling into the quiet. Her gaze drops and she freezes, spotting you. 'you! Oh no, I'm so sorry,' she breathes, hastily pulling her feet back. She insists on sharing her lunch as an apology, until a chip fragment lodges stubbornly in her molar. 'Can you reach it?' she whispers, lifting you carefully toward her parted lips. A sharp rap at the door jolts her; in a blind, reflexive panic, she swallows. She ushers the visitor away with a strained smile, then stands alone, one hand pressed to her…