Back to school

Today is the last day of summer. It's been an adventure that's for sure. A lot more ups and downs. Emotional roller coasters that I wasn't planning on riding. And becoming a giantess's girlfriend was definitely unexpected.

I don't regret it one bit.

Am I afraid that Samantha won't let me have a home of my own. Yes, I am. It's a back and forth problem for us, but I trust that she'll make the right choice in the end.

As for now, it's been good. We're in our little honey moon faze of the relationship, but we're slowly easing into doing our things as well. Samantha's been hangout with Ashley without taking me along. She even had one last sleep over with Ashley before school starts tomorrow.

I have been wondering the house and walked around in the backyard. Albeit, Daniels seems to have a sixth sense and wonders the backyard looking out for me. I'm sure Samantha has given him instructions to do so. That or Daddy dearest has given the command.

Speaking of him, I've been avoiding dear ol' Daddy. Samantha and I have made the wise choice to tell him about us when he's warmed up to me more.

Other than that... there hasn't been much else going on. Samantha and Ashley did some more back to school shopping. I've been doing more swim lessons. We've enjoyed each other's company and that's all I ask for from Samantha.

She does go above and beyond for my standards. But maybe that's normal for her. I'm not sure. I've never been in a relationship, let alone a giant. And the more I think about the things that Samantha has done for me, the more I start to feel like I don't deserve her.

I mean, honestly, what do I have to offer? I'm so small. And as much as I love to kiss and cuddle, it's not always comfortable. Sometimes, I end up getting stuck in Sam's hair or squished. Kissing can rough since Samantha can go overboard. Sometimes I even wonder if she can feel my lips on hers.

All these thoughts makes me forget that I'm sitting on the floor in the shower, letting the hot water hit my body.

Even my body. How can she love my body when I struggle to love it.

I don't care for my boob size or how round my butt is, my toned body makes up for that. It's my scars that I'm disgusted with. They make me feel like an animal that's been fighting her whole life. In a way, that's true.

I look myself up and down. There isn't a spot that was spared from the cleaving and carving that that woman put me through. My thighs, abdomen, back, shoulders, even my chest. One scar goes right over the top of my right nipple. The nerves have been damaged beyond repair. I can't feel anything in my right breast anymore.

I hate it.

But it's over and done. I've survived and will continue to move forward. Samantha will fill the wounds that have been left on me. She loves me and that's all that matters to me.

I reach for the handle, shut off the water, and stand up to get out of the shower. I wrap my hair in a towel and put on a robe. I exit the bathroom to fish out some clothes from the drawers and closet, just so I can retreat back into the bathroom.

I slip on a shirt and a pair of underwear. I brush my teeth and then head to bed. Samantha won't be coming to get me tonight. We agreed that tonight we'd sleep alone. I have no problem with it really. It's been a while since I last slept by myself. At the same time though, I wouldn't mind if she asked me to sleep with her.

N-not in that way! I wouldn't be comfortable enough to do something like that! Gods, how would that even work?

Shake my head wildly. It's another dumb question that I have to think about now. It is an intriguing question. Would Samantha even... want... do to something that intimate?

No! No. Let's not think about it right now.

I crawl into the bed and curl myself up under the blankets, snuggling up against the pillows. The cool sheets feel nice against my freshly shaved legs. I reach over to the lamp and click it off. The room isn't completely dark, there's the warm light from Samantha's room. That's okay. It gives me some peace of mind to know that she's out there.

I roll over on my side and cuddle up with one of the pillows. I close my eyes, trying to settle the nervousness about my first day of high school... ever actually. Which is sad to think about actually. I never reached high school before being thrown into the world of giants.

It doesn't matter now.

School starts tomorrow and I should get some sleep.

The morning isn't all that eventful. Samantha let me sleep in for a bit longer since I don't really have to look as nice as her. That or she's just being nice as usual.

I throw on a pair of skinny jeans, a t-shirt, then a light jacket, then go down and make breakfast. By the time I'm done with breakfast, Samantha is ready to leave. She waits for me while I brush my teeth then collects me in her hand and we head down stairs.

Apparently she had Daniels bring her breakfast and already prepped lunches for us. I shouldn't be surprised. Samantha is always on top of things.

"You look nice this morning," I say as she sets me on her shoulder.

"You think?" She asks, looking down at her uniform.

It's well pressed and nicely fitted. Not too tight around the chest or waist.

"I do," I confirm before planting a kiss on her cheek.

Samantha smiles warmly.

The two of us head down to the garage and get in the car. Samantha tucks me away in her breast pocket and pulls out of the garage.

The drive to school is more hectic than Smanatha's normal driving style. It's most likely because of all the people getting to their jobs or to school. Either way, the drive has made me motion sick, but I'm able to keep my breakfast inside my stomach rather then spreading it all over the inside of Samantha's breast pocket.

The school parking lot is better though. Samantha isn't swerving and breaking laws on the road now. I'll have to tell her to take it easy on the driving later.

The giantess parks and grabs for her backpack. She runs through a list to make sure she has everything. Her concentration is broken when Ashley comes rushing up and smashing her face against the window to jump-scare us.

Samantha is amused by it, but I'm not that impressed. If anything I'm more annoyed. It's probably because of the shitty ride over here.

Samantha gets out of the car and the two giantesses greet each other with a warm hug. I get squished in the process but it's not as uncomfortable as you'd think.

"So, you bring her?" Ashley asks with some excitement.

I pop out of the pocket. "What do you think?"

Ashley's curious smile widens into a grin of excitement. "Ooh, today is gonna be fun!"

Samantha frowns at that sentence. "You two don't have some dastardly plan cooked up do you?"

Ashley and I look at each other.

"Do we have a plan to cause chaos today?" Ashley asks, playing dumb.

"No, I don't think we do." I respond.

The frown deepens Samantha's face. "You two..."

Ashley throws her arm around her best friend's shoulder. "Hey, relax, Samantha! We don't have any devious plans today. Maybe later on down the line, but not today."

"That's not very reassuring, Ashley."

The three of us head into the class. Student file themselves into the Library or the lunch room where they wait for the first bell to head to their first class. I dip back into the breast pocket when walking into the front doors. I can already hear the loud chatter from the lunch room.

I can feel the rumbling of the voices vibrate through my body. As the girls walk, the rumbling gets worse, louder, more violent. Then it's as if they turned a corner and the rumbling bursts into ear bleeding noise.

I press the palms of my hands against my ears to try and midigate the sounds, but it doesn't do much. I press my entire body against Samantha's breast, digging my feet into the pocket, feeling like my brain is going to explode at any moment.

The extreme discomfort doesn't last long. Another corner is turned and the noise has dropped significantly. The rumbling chatter of students has completely disappeared.

Warm fingers rub against my back which helps me settle back into the pocket. The opening above me is slowly pealed back. I look up at the giantess that peers down at me, her golden brown eyes filled with concern.

You okay? She mouths.

"I am now." I answer. "Too loud."

Samantha nods slightly once. She's making a mental note to come to the library every morning now.

The girls sit in the corner of the library, waiting for the bell to ring. While doing so, Samantha keeps her hand cupped around me. I'm sure it looks weird to anyone who happens to wonder by the girl. Samantha doesn't care though.

When the bell rings, I go back to covering up my ears, but Samantha doesn't move. She waits until the last minute to head to class with Ashley. The two talk about something, but it's not interesting enoug for me to follow along with what they are saying.

They walk up a flight or two of stairs and enter a class that, although not as loud as the lunch room, are still loud in their own right.

Samantha and Ashley take their seats somewhere in the class right as the bell rings again. The teacher settles the students down and jumps right into the beginning of the semester spiel. Work turned in on time, no excuses for missing assignments, if you have a human either put them in the cage in the front of the class or put them somewhere where they won't be a distraction.

The usual giant rant, I guess.

The teacher then switches over right into the lesson for the day.

Ten minutes into the lesson I realize that I'll be sitting here the entire time staring at the inside of Samantha's pocket. Maybe, just maybe, I should bring something to entertain myself next time.

Another thirty minutes go by and the bell rings, releasing the students. Instead of waiting this time, Samantha rushes to get to her next class and beats the majority of the student rush in the halls. I cling to the inside of her pocket, doing my best not to bounce around. That's next to impossible though.

The next three classes are all around boring. I can't understand what the teachers are talking about since I never learned any of the previous stuff and I can't talk with Samantha since she has to pay attention. A human being a distraction to a giant can cause serious problems for both parties.

Ugh! I know school can be boring, but damn! My brain is leaking out of my ears right now.

Luckily with this class ending, it's lunch time.

Samantha and Ashley meet back up in the lunch room. This time though it seems Ashley has dragged her new boyfriend along with her.

Again, the chatter is painful for my ears. I'm definitely going have Samantha invest in some human ear muffs for me to use. Until then I have to deal with the sensory overload.

Lunch time also allows me to stretch my leg out a little bit since Samantha has taken me out of the confines of her breast pocket.

We sit in the back of the lunch room. Samantha faces the crowd of students while Bruce and Ashley face her. She's told me that a few other people would be joining them, but so far they haven't shown up.

Samantha sets me down on the tabel and I'm able to roam freely. She's told me though that when the rest of the friend groups shows up, I'll have to be by her side. To be honest, I wouldn't really want to be around roudy teens while eating in the first place. That's just a disaster waiting to happen.

No one else turns up though which I'm thankful for, but Samantha does look disappointed, sad even. I wonder if they're long time friends of hers. If they are then I don't think they'd be dodging her like this.

Lunch ends relatively peacefully.

Ashley and Samantha walk side by side while I'm curled up again a ball, protecting my ears from the loud voices and footsteps. It does get more quiet when they step into a classroom. If I remember, Samantha and Ashley have science class right after lunch. Biology, I think. Not sure though.

I hold myself close to Samantha as she takes off her backpack and takes a seat next to Ashley.  Riding around in her pocket hasn't been all that bad, but I don't want to be in this stuffy pocket anymore. I wish I brought something to do to keep myself entertained, that's all.

More students begin to file into the room, taking their seats and filling the room with noise as they do so. One voice stands out above the rest. One that makes my blood run cold.

"Alright, settle down, everyone!" A woman bellows at the front of the class.

The voice is hauntingly familiar. I can never forget it! Raven Halsworth. My fucking nightmare. Even calling her a nightmare is an understatement. She makes hell spawn look like angels. I can call her every colorful word under the sun and it still wont be enough.

Raven is the one responsible for horrific scars on my body. The one who will forever terrorize me until the day I die. Sometimes I fear that even in death I won't escape the pain she's inflicted on me.

I try to tell myself that it's not her, there's no way it can be her. I mean, how can she afford a human and yet work here. Then again I never knew where she worked when I was under her knife. She never cared to talk to me and she sure as hell didn't treat me well. All she cared about was having a power trip since it seems like she doesn't have much power here. But what do I know and frankly, I don't fucking care.

The feeling of anxiety bubbles up in my stomach, but I can keep my lunch down for now. As long as I'm in Samantha's care I'll be okay.

The bell rings and the remaining students scramble to their seats. The room goes quiet with the faint whispers between Samantha and Ashley. They're saying something about how stingy the teacher already is.

The teacher dives right into the classroom rules. "Okay, class, I am Ms. Halsworth. I will be your biology teacher for the year. I except you are to be respectful to me and your fellow classmates."

The name rings in my ears. There's no denying it now. It's her.

"A few house rules and I except you all to follow them. No exceptions." There's a pause and the flicking of a paper. "Students are to turn in their homework on the due date, no excepts. You can turn it on the next day for a 70, assuming you did everything right. No chewing gum or eating in my classroom or the lab. Water is fine." The paper rustles. "This is for students who have a human, and there are a few of you," Raven clears her throat. "Humans are a privilege to bring to school, but they can cause distraction amongst other things. So, for my class, everyone who has a human will be putting them in the cage in the storage room in the back of the class."

The words ring in my ears. My blood freezes and it feels like my heart has stopped as well.

No. No. No. No. NO! I can't go back into a rusty cage especially if that bitch is out there still roaming freely.

I sink into the pocket, fearing the fingers that will soon come and dig me out.

I have to get out of here!! My mind screams at me. I can't stay here!

I don't hesitate to jump into action. I scramble towards the opening of the pocket, but I'm beat back down into the pocket when fingers coming bursting through the vest. I try to shrink myself as much as I can, keeping myself out of the fingers reach. But it's no use. I'm plucked up by the waist and lifted out.

In a panic, I bite Samantha's fingers. The fingers jolt and I'm dropped down the shirt, fumbling down until I'm stopped where the shirt is tucked into the skirt.

"Jesus, Caesar." The vest raises and in comes the hand. I dive though, dodging the hand and landed on the skirt. Like a Venus fly trap though, the legs close and I'm trapped with a fifth on my body sticking out. I try to use my free right arm to push the thighs part but it doesn't work.

Samantha looks down at me with an annoyed expression. She doesn't seem to show me any mercy either.

She ducks her head so she doesn't draw attention to herself. "What has gotten into you?"

I shake my head wildly. My head is spinning with thoughts and the anxiety in my stomach is boiling. I can't keep my food down any longer throw up on Samantha.

The giantess cringes. I can feel the muscles in her thighs tightening as if she wants to squeeze me. Instead she relaxes and takes me into her hand. Samantha gets up from her seat and leaves the class room in a rush. Ms. Halsworth yells something at Samantha but she ignores it.

Samantha pushes open the bathroom door and heads to the farthest sink and sets me down. I pull off my barf covered jacket while Samantha uses a damp paper towel to wipe the smell spot on her skirt.

"What the hell has gotten into you all of the sudden?" She asks with a tint of annoyance in her tone.

I have no reason to hide my past from Samantha and it's better if she knows what has happened. "It's Her. It's Raven! She's the one who... who..." I can't get the words out of my mouth. It's like my brain refuses to comprehend the situation.  "I..." I grab my chest. " I can't breathe. I can't... breathe."

Samantha quickly rushes to my aid. "Woah, woah, woah. Look at me. Focus on me." She scoops me up.

I look Samantha in the eyes, doing everything I can to settle myself down.

"Alright, tell me what you see, Caesar."

"I... I see... You."

"Okay, describe to me what you see?"

"I see golden brown eyes, chestnut hair. A few freckles here and there. Soft rosy cheeks. Gentle red lips."

Samantha smiles gingerly. "Alright, now what do you hear."

"My heart," I say. "It's pounding out of control."

Samantha nods, understandably. "Lean back."

I don't question what she says and lay my back against her fingers. Samantha presses her thumb against my chest, applying enough pressure that my heart pounds harder against my ribs.

"Take in a few deep breaths, okay."

I nod and try to take in a few evenly deep breaths, but my breathing is shaky and my heart still feels like it's going to explode at any moment. Samantha still advises me to keep going that I'm settle down in a minute or two.

It takes longer then she says, but I'm able to catch my breath eventually.

Her thumb lets up on the pressure, but doesn't pull away just yet. I don't mind either.

"Can you tell me what Ms. Halsworth did?"

I nod slowly, swallowing the saliva that's built up in my mouth. " She's gave me the scars." I say.