The towering titan Miss Montana crouches down to get a better look at you and immediately the strong gust of displaced air is enough to knock you flat on your ass. Any normal person wouldn't have even felt that insignificant breeze, but in your current state of being no larger than an insect you can feel even the negligible shifts in the surrounding atmosphere by someone so comparatively massive moving around right above you. Once you regain your sense of balance after suddenly being shoved backwards you crane your neck up all the way to see her looming face partially obscured by the largest breasts you've ever seen, which is to say they held such a lofty title even before your surprise reduction in stature. The busty Professor's chest had always been exceptionally massive, but right now it was downright mountainous!
From what you can see of her face, her expression doesn't leave you feeling particularly optimistic about your current situation; completely devoid of any of the remorse or concern she expressed just moments ago, Montana's eyes stare down at you by her feet with a half-lidded look of cold calculation. It's as if she's looking at a test sample for a lab experiment rather than a real, living human being and her next actions make you question her regard for your humanity even further.
Reaching into her labcoat pocket the professor retrieves a small plastic beaker with a screw lid and a pair of tweezers, two objects that when held out in this particular context make your heart sink with the implication of what she's planning. And just as you'd expect she reaches right for you with the cold metal gripper, clamping hard around your midsection with enough force to knock the wind out of you before you're whisked away so fast you don't even have a chance to catch your breath. You feel your stomach lurch as you're raised hundreds of feet up into the air from your puny perspective, finally stopping in front of a massive green orb that takes a second for you to realize is Montana's eye, glaring right at you and examining your bug-sized body up and down.
"P-professor, I..." You try and call out in an attempt at reasoning with her, but the vicelike grip of the tweezers on your torso make even breathing difficult and all you manage is a weak splutter before once again you're on the move. This time towards the opening of the beaker where Montana callously dumps you inside before immediately rescrewing the lid back in place. You look up to see the roof of your prison covered in small perforations that makes you feel both relieved that you're not going to suffocate to death in here, and rather unnerved by the implications of the Professor carrying such a thing around on her person now of all times. Was she planning on shrinking someone to put in here? You don't have much time to ponder things before you once again get shoved around as the top heavy teacher slides your plastic container into her breast pocket, the snug fit meaning you won't be jostled around too much when she moves.
As dire as the situation is, your mind can't help but wander and you soon come to the realization that you're currently less than an inch away from your dropdead bombshell professor's huge tits! Of course that doesn't really count for much when all you can touch right now is hard plastic, albeit very warm plastic thanks to her intense body heat causing the small container to begin heating up. Feeling the warmth of her incredible chest has to at least count for something, right? Your flimsy attempts at making the most of a difficult situation aside, the trip makes for a rather uneventful journey. First there's a short (and rather bouncy) walk to Montana's car followed by a thirty minute or so drive to what you can only assume is her house. When you finally arrive at your destination you feel giant fingers slip into the pocket to take hold of beaker and carry you off to see just what the Professor has in-store for you.
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