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Manuela had had an eye on Grace ever since the young woman entered her class. She had a reputation as a very capable student in all other classes, and Manuela was curious whether that prodigy would take just as quickly to swords and faith as she did to her other subjects.
The results proved disappointing beyond her wildest dreams. Not only was Grace on her way to flunking Manuela’s classes, but all other classes as well.
It wasn’t terribly hard to see why. Manuela recognized the way Grace looked at her. It was that infatuated look so many other students had given her over the years. Pure foolishness to be crushing on her teacher, thought Manuela—though it was flattering to be seen that way at her… relatively advanced age. It’s not for nothing that she wore a top with such a low neckline, took such good care of her hair, or showed so much leg.
Usually the people looking at her like that were men, but Manuela was delighted when she could catch the eye of women too. What was more confusing to her was that Grace turned her eyes to other features than the ones everyone else admired so much. Not that she didn’t also appreciate Manuela’s face, legs, chest, etc.; it’s just that the thing she looked at most were Manuela’s feet.
Even that would have been fine, had Grace at least kept up her academic performance while harboring her fantasies, but her worsening results were concerning. No other student had gotten so infatuated with Manuela to let it affect them this badly. It would have been a shame to let such great talents go to waste because the girl was too love-drunk to realize that this crush could not be. She tried to dissuade it, though without shaming Grace by calling it out. For instance, she took to dressing more modestly, though it killed her, and made a point of ignoring and avoiding Grace as much as possible. In time she noticed that the girl grew depressed from the lack of attention, and while her grades hadn’t improved yet, Manuela thought it was only a matter of time before she got over this foolish crush. How could she have known she had only pushed the girl to seek drastic measures?
One Friday evening, when all was quiet in Garreg Mach, Grace stole her way to Manuela’s abode. Her heart beat so fast and so loud she feared it would give her away. More than once on the way she considered scurrying away before anyone noticed her and giving up all thought of Manuela, but the thought of that mature, confident woman, with that seductive body, face, and voice, made her heated with desire and pushed her forward in her madness.
Once Grace was at Manuela’s door, with trembling hands she reached into her pocket and pulled out a small vial with a greenish substance inside. She pulled the cork, put it to her lips, and threw her head back, swallowing that nasty liquid in one gulp. It was as small a taste as she could get, but still made her want to vomit. When it took effect, though, the taste left her mind entirely.
The world around her seemed to grow as Grace shrank and shrank. The formula she’d prepared was supposed to shrink her to a hundredth of her normal height, and though she had no measuring stick with her, it seemed to do just that. She was as small as a bug, easily small enough to crawl under the big wooden door and into Manuela’s dwelling.
Everything around her was so huge. Grace hadn’t stopped to think about it before, but now she worried about what would happen to her if she ran into a mouse or a spider at this size. Maybe she should have given this plan more though. Well, it was too late for that now. She hadn’t prepared an antidote, and the shrinking serum wouldn’t wear off until tomorrow. There was nothing left to do but to put her plan in motion, so she made her way to Manuela’s chambers.
Grace had expected to find her teacher sleeping soundly, or very close to it at least, but when she entered the candle-lit room, she found the older woman seated in an old armchair with a book in hand, and a glass of wine on the small table which also held her candles. She had changed out of her usual clothes, and into a thin white shift. Her legs were fully bare beneath it, as were her feet, which she’d propped up on the floor. Cross-legged, she rested one foot on the floor, and bobbed the other in the air above it.
As usual, Grace’s eyes were drawn to her feet. She had seen them bare only a few times before, and never as close as this. They had been her target tonight. She had meant to climb up to Manuela’s bed, crawl under the covers, and enjoy the older woman’s feet. And she still wanted to do it, but didn’t dare until Manuela was sound asleep. In the meantime, there was no reason why she couldn’t get a closer look, so long as she was careful about it.
Grace stuck to the wall to avoid Manuela’s notice, and inched closer so the motion wouldn’t draw her teacher’s attention. Manuela never even glanced her way, and soon Grace was right at the armchair’s front leg, safely out of view. From there she had a great angle on both of Manuela’s feet, and watched them both intently. Grace had only used the shrinking potion as a way of sneaking up close to Manuela, but now that she was here, looking at those relatively giant feet, she was really in awe of their size. Her fantasies of Manuela stepping on her took on a whole new dimension. Why, she was so small that her teacher could flatten her under a single toe, and that made her unspeakably excited.
Standing so close to Manuela’s feet allowed their smell to reach her. It was subtle since Manuela had been barefoot for so long now, so Grace took some deep breaths to get the most out of it. The scent was nice, and she scurried directly behind the giant foot to get a better whiff of it. “Just a sniff,” she told herself, “then back to hiding,” but her nose and her eyes both drew her closer. The prospect of seeing Manuela’s foot in such great detail was too alluring, and before she knew it, she was going around it, taking all of it in.
In a minute she was at Manuela’s toes. First was the pinkie, and she walked almost right up to it to confirm that it was indeed taller than her. Only a little taller, but a whole lot longer and thicker. A twitch from that one little digit could easily knock her flat on her back. She shivered, and backed away slowly. Then some movement drew her attention up to Manuela’s other foot. It stretched a few inches above her, splaying its toes and then scrunching its sole. Such an amazing spectacle, Grace couldn’t help but let out a little whimper at the thought of finding herself deep in those wondrous wrinkles. Her breath quickened. She was growing so flustered! It really wasn’t a good idea to be out here much longer. But, before she went back into hiding to wait for her teacher to go to sleep, it surely wouldn’t hurt to get a preview of what was in store for her tonight.
She walked along to Manuela’s big toe, which she thought as big and strong as a dragon. Again she whimpered, just thinking of how small and insignificant she was next to her gorgeous teacher, and slowly reached out towards the toe’s huge, rounded mass. The warmth of that flesh reached her even before she touched its soft, somewhat leathery wrinkled surface. It was only meant to be a small touch to tide her over, but once she got her first taste of that foot, she only wanted more of it, and so she took another step forward to stand right against it. Her face, arms, and chest pressed against the lower side of that toe, taking in all that wonderful warmth. Okay now, that’s enough, thought Grace, but rather than step away, she only pressed herself more deeply into it, nuzzling her cheeks over Manuela's toe, rubbing her arms over its uneven surface, breathing in its delicious scent.
It wasn’t much of a surprise that Manuela felt that and suddenly jerked her foot aside, leaning over to see who the culprit was. When her wrathful glare caught sight of the tiny thing on the floor, she took it for a bug and stomped it mercilessly under her foot, grinding it down to make sure it died. but when she checked her sole for what had to be its remains, she was a little confused to see it all in one piece. Then she noticed it didn’t look quite like a bug, though she wasn’t ready to believe her eyes until she peeled it from her foot and dropped it on the candlelit table.
“Grace? Grace! Are you alright!?” She cast a healing spell on the woman at once, though to her surprise it proved unnecessary. Grace weakly sat up after a moment, and Manuela gave a sigh of relief. Still, she deployed all her expertise with faith to confirm for herself that there really was nothing wrong with her, even as Grace quietly reassured her she was fine.
“R-really, professor, it’s alright. The shrinking potion made me very durable.
“Shrinking potion? And who made you drink something like that? If it was one of our students, I’ll give them a punishment they'll remember for the rest of their lives! Really, Grace, I’m so sorry I stepped on you. I just thought you were an insect when I felt you down at… at my feet…” Manuela’s look turned into a frown. “You shrank yourself, didn’t you? Shrank yourself so you could sneak in and gawk at my feet.” She spoke forcefully, so much so that her words blew little Grace back an inch.
“I-I’m so sorry, Professor! I know it was wrong of me but I couldn’t help it, I just love you so, so much and I don’t know what to do about it!” Grace went down on her hands to beg for forgiveness. She was such a miserable sight, Manuela’s anger quickly faded. The teacher considered her little student, and sighed.
“It’s alright, girl. I forgive you. Come, stop crying; it doesn’t look good on you.” She offered up her hand for Grace to hop on, which the little woman did after a moment, then Manuela held her up to her face. “To tell you the truth, I feel I share some of the blame for this. I thought by avoiding you I could wean you off your crush for me, but it only made you more desperate. I should have been more tactful about it. You’re still so young, it’s no wonder you don’t know how to handle your feelings yet. I didn’t either at your age. Though, I’m really surprised you went to such lengths just to see more of me. Shrinking yourself to such a small size is something I never thought someone would do willingly. And yet you did it, for me.” She stared at little Grace, who sat in awe of her teacher's huge brown eyes and beautiful face.
“Maybe… Maybe I’ve been going about this all wrong. I wanted you to stop obsessing over me so your grades would improve again, but instead of punishing you for your bad grades, maybe I should offer you a reward if you improve them. How about I spend a night with you any time you get the highest score on a test in any of your classes?” Grace’s jaw dropped. Was she dreaming? Manuela couldn’t really be making such an offer.
“Of course, we can’t do this out in the open. I think you’ll have to shrink yourself so I can pick you up in secret. Judging by what you were doing at my feet just now, I doubt you have an objection~.”
“No! I-I mean, it definitely won’t be. I think I might like you even better when I’m so small.”
“Is that so? Well I think I might like you better when you’re small too.” Manuela gave her tiny student a heart-stopping smile. “What do you say we see how much fun this size is tonight? I don’t know about you, but I have some ideas I’d like to try with you. Particularly if you’re really as durable now as you say.”
“Miss Casagranda… You can do whatever you want with me! If you want me to be your toy, I will. If you want me to worship you, I will. I’ll do… anything! Anything to make you happy!” Grace didn’t know where she’d found the courage to be so open with her feelings, but she was glad that she did.
“Hm. I do think I’ll take you up on that offer~.” Manuela brought Grace to her lips, and planted a kiss upon her whole body. Grace was red all over when next Manuela saw her—so adorably flustered the older woman couldn’t help but chuckle.
Over the next couple hours, Manuela experimented a great deal with Grace, holding the tiny woman under this or that foot, feeling her squirm in pleasure, loving that she had a whole human being smothered beneath her sole. Then she asked Grace to worship, and enjoyed all the affection the tiny woman lavished on every curve and wrinkle of her feet, and particularly on those toes that teased and squeeze her.
When the candle was running low, Manuela climbed into bed and introduced Grace to her chest, where the little dear blushed as much as at Manuela’s kiss. “Go on, Grace. Climb mama’s mountains,” she said, and blushed a little herself. She’d meant to say “my mountains”. Just how had that other word slipped in there? But it felt right, to her and to Grace as well. The little one happily clambered over Manuela’s chest, finding it so perfectly soft and warm that she wished she could spend her whole life in there.
She hugged and snuggled with those boobs as eagerly as she had with Manuela’s toes, looking so adorable that Manuela was pleased just to watch her go at it. But when at last the candle went out, the teacher’s drooping eyes fell shut at, and she sighed a soft, “Good night, Grace. See you tomorrow.”
Grace was too excited to sleep, but after another half hour of adoring Manuela’s breasts, the soothing sounds of her teacher’s heartbeat and breathing lulled her to crawl under the shift and lie cradled in the warmth of her tit, a bed more perfect than any she’d ever known.