During my first year in college, I was assigned full-time to a tutor named Ms. Nelson. I was to report directly to her residence at 9 a.m. and I would be finishing at 3 in the afternoon, sort of like high school.

I was sort of glad to be separated from the rest of the students. At 18 years old, I only stood 3'4" tall and I was petite to boot. I can't tell you how many times I've been mistaken for a child.

In any event, Ms. Nelson's house turned out to be within walking distance from campus. She lived on a pretty deserted street as far as houses were concerned. I assumed she liked her privacy. Kind of like me.

Being that the doorbell was clearly out of reach, I knocked. When the door opened, my mouth also opened but nothing came out. Ms. Nelson was a giantess! She could've been 8 feet tall for all I knew. But that was impossible, I mean even the world's tallest woman was only 7'7".

"Why, hello." she said with a smile.

"Hi." I said quietly as I looked forward into her black skirt and then slowly raised my eyes till I met with her white blouse, which held an enormous bosom, and finally, up to her pale, freckled face and medium length red hair. I judged her to be around 40. It's no secret that I love big tits.

As much as I felt weird being that she was so tall, I had hopes that I might get a chance to play with those knockers!

"And who might you be?" she chuckled as she leaned over and placed her hands on her thighs as if addressing a child.

"I'm tim. Your new student." as I realigned my eyes with her bosom. Her eyes widened. Then her smile reappeared and, it too, widened. "You're timothy? Hmm...You couldn't be a child genius or else you wouldn't need my tutoring. How old are you sweetheart?" she asked as she reached down and lifted my chin up with her finger so that my eyes were moved away from her chest.

"18." I said looking down at the ground somewhat embarassed at having been caught looking.

"Eighteen? Why you can't be more than three feet tall." she replied.

"I am too. I'm 3'4"" I blurted out.

"Oh, excuse me." she said in a sarcastic tone, "I stand corrected."

"How, uh, tall are you?" I asked.

"How tall do you think I am?"

"I don't know. Eight feet?"

"Ha, ha, ha. I guess to you, I must look that tall. Well, I'm only 7'1" but, in my heels, I'm 7'4"."

I swallowed. Ms. Nelson was so tall that the top of my head barely reached the middle of her thigh! Suddenly, I felt very awkward.

"Well, why don't you come in honey?"

"Ok." I said as I briskly passed under her waist.

When I entered the house, I could see that everything was unusually big. Which kind of sucked for me. I mean, I already had difficulty in normal households and now I was stuck in a household made to fit a seven foot tall person. I had a feeling things were'nt going to work out.

"I usually work in the kitchen with my students." Ms. Nelson said as she leaned over and placed her hand on the back of my head in an effort to lead me into the kitchen.

I immediately moved foward into the kitchen. The table was over my head and I had some difficulty pulling out a chair. When I climbed up on it, I heard Ms. Nelson say "awwww". My head didn't even clear the table top! I started to stand...

"No, no, no!" Ms. Nelson cautioned, "We don't stand on chairs."

"Well, should I just sit like this?" I said skeptically.

"Let me get you a book or something."

Ms. Nelson briefly left the kitchen and returned with a pair of phone books, which she placed one on top of the other next to me.

"Would you like me to help get you set up?" she asked as she moved in front of me. I glanced quickly at her breasts, but not wanting to get caught again, I immediately spoke, "No, no. I'm ok." I smiled and climbed up onto the books. My head now just cleared the table top.

"Oh, my!" she said, "Not only are you a little wobbly, but you still can't use the table. Hmmm......Would you be willing....just for today at least, to sit on a stool of sorts...then maybe tomorrow, I can ask the school for some funding for a special seat." she said as she remained in front of me and leaned over slightly giving me an exceptional view of her freckled cleavage.

"Um...I, uh, well, if you have a stool, I can just use that. You won't, uh, have to buy a special seat." I was somewhat distracted by her cleavage. Ms. Nelson smiled down at me but didn't speak. She walked out of the kitchen and when she came back, my mouth opened wide, she was carrying a wooden high-chair!

"That's a high-chair." I said, somewhat reddened by the embarassment of the idea she obviously possessed.

"I know, but like I said, I can get some school funds tomorrow and get a special chair for you. It's just for today because we really have to get started. I can even take the tray off, it's no different from a stool."

She removed the tray and looked directly at me.

It did sort of just look like a high chair without the tray.

"I guess it's ok." I said hesitantly.

Before I could get out another word, Ms. Nelson had leaned over and lifted me out of my seat. Despite my size, I couldn't remember the last time a woman had lifted me like that. I though I was going right into the chair; however, I find myself being placed on her hip as she moved the chair closer to the table. For the few seconds I was on her hip, I found myself mesmerized by her enormous breasts. She had on a low cut blouse and I had a bird's-eye view of her freckled cleavage, in fact, my shins were in contact with her right bosom. When I looked up, I found her smiling down at me. I wished I could disappear!

She squeezed my cheek, kissed me on the forehead and then placed me into the chair. She must've noticed my embarassment because she took her finger and after lifting my chin to look at her asked, "I'm sorry. Did I embarass you, honey?"

I swallowed and, finding myself unable to speak, just nodded in the negative.

"Good." she said as she ruffled my hair.

She drew up a chair next to me and opened a textbook on the table.

She frowned, "Ya know. I'd really like you to reach the textbook, since you're going to have to write in it as we do the exercises. Here..." She stood up, went behind me for a moment, and then returned with the tray and without even asking, secured it, and me, into place.

"There. Now we can both have access to the book." she said as she placed the book in front of me on the tray.

Again, I found myself without words. I was eighteen years old and this woman had me in a high-chair! How did I let this happen, I asked myself.

Ms. Nelson turned out to be a very good tutor. I had more trouble than usual performing; however, this was on account of her cleavage, which always seemed to be in view as she stood next to me or leaned over to point something out. I don't know how she did it, but everytime I'd even glance at her cleavage, I'd find her staring at me as if she knew my every thought.

When noon rolled around, she asked if I had brought lunch and I told her I had planned to run out and grab something.

"Nonsense!" she said, "Town's much to far. Besides, I have to make myself something and I'll just make extra for you."

"If you don't mind." I said as I tried to turn in the chair to watch her as she moved behind me.

It didn't take her long to prepare some sandwiches and within minutes she had placed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in front of me with a glass of milk.

For herself, she had the same, except that instead of milk she had soda.

Prior to sitting down, she actually had the nerve to try and place a bib around my neck!

"I don't want a bib!" I partly yelled as I pushed her hands away.

"Oh, I'm sorry." she said, "Force of habit."

"Could I get soda?" I said, "I hate milk."

"What?" she asked as if she hadn't heard me.

"Soda. Can I get some?"

She didn't respond right away. She just looked at me. Then with an odd smile she told me that there was no soda left, only milk.

"Isn't there anything else? Water?"

"No, I apologize. The tap water is no good. And I don't have any bottled water left. I guess you're stuck with milk."

I picked up the glass full of milk. It was big and heavy. I could barely hold it and I was scared to lean it.

Noticing my predicament, Ms. Nelson asked, "Would you like a smaller glass?"

"If you have one." I smiled.

She came back with a sippy cup. When she placed it down, I said, "Umm...I don't want to drink out of this. Don't you have another type of glass."

"Sorry." she said, "That's all I have. It's not such a big deal, is it?"

"Well, maybe if I can take the top off." I tried with futility to unscrew the top.

"Gees, it's tight. Can you unscrew it?"

She looked at me then, taking the cup, she made what appeared to me as no real effort before placing the cup back in front of me.

I picked up the sippy cup and began drinking from it.

When we finished lunch, I noticed that she had some soda left in her glass and, since I was dying for some, I asked, "Could I finish your soda?"

"I don't have any more sippy cups." she said.

"I'll just drink out of your glass." I said.

"Maybe I should put the bib on you, just in case."

"I don't need the bib!" I said angrily.

"So independent." she said as she handed me the oversized glass.

No sooner did I move to drink it than it came out not only into my mouth but down my shirt and even onto my pants.

"Well, it looks like someone needs a changing." Ms. Nelson said.

I knew what she meant, but her words made me feel queer.

Next thing I knew, she was leaning over me and wiping my face and shirt with a wet towelette.

"I can do it." I said.

"I'm almost done." was her reply.

"This is going to stain unless I wash it immediately." she said with arms akimbo.

"Well, maybe I should go back to my dorm?"

"I think by then it'll be permanently stained....Why don't you just get undressed, I'll give you something to wear temporarily and I'll wash your clothes. Shouldn't take more than an hour."

I was reluctant but she was right. I couldn't afford to have my clothes stained.

"Ok." I said.

Ms. Nelson moved in front of me and lifted me out of the high chair.

She held me out from her body and lowered me to the ground. With her hand on the back of my head she moved me into the bathroom. It was the second time she had taken to moving me about like that and, not liking it, I stopped and turned to tell her so. I found myself in a sea of black skirt.

"Whoops." she said as she leaned over and rubbed my back, "Awww...it's ok, sweetheart."

She must've thought that I was upset! When I tried to move out from her skirt, I found her large hand blocking my exit and pressing me back into her skirt!

"We'll have you all clean in a little bit." was her final comment, before patting my bottom! and releasing me.

I looked up in shock! She towered over me. I felt like a small child next to this woman. I swallowed my pride and continued into the bathroom.

"Alright, take off your clothes and I'll come back with something for you." she said as she exited.

After she walked out, I removed my shirt, shoes and pants. All I had on were my underwear. I started to daydream that she returned without a bra but then stopped when, for some reason unknown to me, my daydream continued with my being breast fed like a baby!

"Ready." she said as she walked in. I quickly deposited my hands over my private parts.

She laughed as she picked up my clothes and handed me what appeared to be a blue cotton outfit. She walked out. I didn't understand what she had handed me, but I did recognized openings for legs, which I stepped into and then for arms. This outfit had hands and feet! Wha...

"All ready for me." Ms. Nelson walked in and leaning over me pressed me into her skirt as she buttoned up my backside, finishing with a pat on my bottom. I was in baby pajamas!

"I..." I started as I looked up at her.

She was just smiling down at me. My chin started to quiver slightly and I looked away so as not to reveal my humiliation.

"Honestly, you could pass for a toddler."

"What." I looked up at her slightly more composed by my anger. "I didn't say anything." she said as she moved closer to me, accentuating her stature.

"You're so tall..." I said without thinking.

"And how does that make you feel?" she said leaning over to expose her frecked bosom to my view.

"I ... I feel so little." my chin started to quiver slightly, my sexual interest waning on account of my increasing humiliation.

"Awww..." she said, "Do I make you feel like a little boy again? There's nothing wrong with that."

"I'm not a little boy! I'm 18!" I said nervously.

She went down on her knees. It was then that my lip started to quiver all the more. Even on her knees, she was so tall, that I had to look up to see her breasts. Why, I couldn't have even reached the teat of her nipple on my tippy-toes! And she was kneeling!

She pulled me into her stomach and I started to cry.

As soon as I had started to cry, she stood up and lifted me onto her chest. Her hand went between my legs and up my back until it came to rest on the back of my head. As my body was facing hers, I found my head looking over her shoulder.

"Shh....shh....just a little boy....you're just a little boy."

My tears were coming full force by that point. I hated to admit it, but I felt like a baby being held by his mommy. She held me so firmly and she was so matronly, her breasts...they were so soft...

......to be continued

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