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Megan needed a C+ or better this semester to maintain her full academic scholarship. Already nearing the end of Junior Year, she had come too far to lose it all now. Megan dreaded the idea of losing her financial aid and being forced to return to her rural community empty-handed; probably ending up working on the family farm and marrying the local mechanic's son. No. Megan had become accustomed to the speed and excitement of the city, and she had every intention on obtaining her mathematics degree and making a life among the many high paying firms desperate to hire women with STEM degrees. The problem was that Megan felt her grasp of the subject matter slipping during most lectures at her prestigious university. The mathematical concepts that she found simple during Freshman Year now seemed opaque and downright incomprehensible. And so she worried that she wouldn't make the grade at the end of the year, even though she was studying six to eight hours daily.

By the time "Final's Week" rolled around, she was in a full panic mode. But, being a clever girl who had learned a few things in the seedy bars and nightclubs frequented by her friend group; Megan developed a scheme to solve her GPA problem. Like most Universities, Megan's campus regarded itself as politically progressive and maintained a strong commitment to diversity. Therefore, unlike most employers, the school did everything in its power to retain staff who had contracted the Shrinking Virus; even associate professors who had not yet received tenure. And luckily for Megan, one such professor taught her Discrete Calculus seminar.

As a veracious consumer of pop culture magazines, celebrity websites, and pop psychology YouTube videos, Megan was well aware of the social plight of little men. She had some knowledge of their inner struggles and the realities of a world designed for full sized people. She also knew how she and all of her friends felt about shrunken men generally. Though they had sympathy for what shrinking people were going through, there was a nearly universal consensus that small wasn't sexy on men. Male celebrities who were heartthrobs at full size became fodder for amused ridicule in the tabloids after catching the virus. The magazines that styled themselves as socially responsible presented articles about little men with an empathetic tone; but even they would occasionally join the fun with articles containing a smattering of pithy slights and dry jokes. All of this worked to further reduce the social standing of shrunken men; making their struggle to maintain a normal life ever more difficult. Most of them lacked romantic opportunity and their dwindling size often dissolved any prior relationships they had with the opposite sex. This of course often leads to loneliness and an existential melancholy best managed through staying busy; for those luckily enough to secure steady and rewarding employment.

Professor Laurier had been an associate professor of Mathematics and applied physics for five years before contracting the shrinking virus. Megan sometimes saw him walking the halls of the Physics Building during her Freshman Year; a svelte middle-aged and average height man who sported thick framed glasses. The professor maintained a fairly nebbish demeanor even when he was full sized; but by the time Megan saw him again in her Sophomore Year, he looked like a confused and disheveled child. He clearly wasn't dealing well with the psychological affects associated with the shrinking process. Now, still looking unkempt and disheveled, Professor Laurier had to contend with teaching a lecture hall full of students while standing on his desk at three inches tall. Luckily, the university had provided a camera rig which he used to project his image onto large screens surrounding stadium-style seating as he spoke. The professor was clearly a diligent academic who threw himself into his work. Megan figured that this was probably reflective of the fact that his marriage had fallen apart last year; now spending all of his time focusing on research when he's not teaching classes.

Two days before finals, Megan made her move. She waited nearly twenty minutes after class to speak to the professor after all of the other students had left. Luckily, most of her fellow students leave class immediately after the lecture finishes, leaving two or three students who eagerly line up to ask questions of the professor at his desk. Megan made sure to stand at the back of the line, so that no one would be left by the time she had an opportunity to interact with Professor Laurier one-on-one.

After formally introducing herself, she feigned ignorance about a particular algebraic concept in order to start the conversation. Then she claimed that she had trouble hearing him from atop of his desk as she stood above it. Megan placed the back of her hand against his desk, her knuckles pressed flat to expose her expansive palm. The professor hesitated at first, a possible sign that he was weighing the implications of refusing the giant student. Megan knew that a lot of her fellow students were entitled and vindictive to the point that any perceived offense could send them on a campaign to get a professor or staff member reprimanded or fired completely. After the brief pause, the professor walked directly into the palm of her hand without objection. Once elevated to face level, Professor Laurier continued with his explanation of the finer points of linear algebra. He was so engrossed in his explanation that he never noticed that Megan was slowly moving him closer and closer to her face. Soon, she interrupted his lecture with the proposal.

"Professor Lauier, can I ask you something?" Megan whispered while trying to maintain an innocent voice; her breath gently tossing the professor's salt-and-pepper hair.

"Um...Sure Megan, what can I do for you?" replied the professor; startled that the giant student's face was so close that it completely filled his field of vision.

"Well, I was wondering if you had a girlfriend?"

"What?!" Dr. Lauier barked at the inappropriateness of the question.

"I was wondering if you had a girlfriend?" Megan repeated again; undaunted by the little man's response as he sat in the palm of her hand.

"I don't see how that's any of your business, young lady. . ."

"I don't think you have a girlfriend." Megan said with a smirk. "I don't think you've been with a woman for a while," she said bluntly, further pushing against the professor's boundaries.

"Well...I...I..."

"Do you think I'm pretty?" the colossal coed asked breathlessly; staring seductively into the little man's eyes.

"I...well...of course I do" Professor Lauier stuttered nervously, unsure where this line of questioning was going.

With this, Megan smiled coyly and slowly licked her full lips at the professor, suggestively raising an eyebrow while taking in the panic flashing across his little face.

"Do you want to fuck me?" Megan bluntly whispered with a deep but feminine tone.

This question sent the professor over the edge. He started shaking uncontrollably; deeply frightened for his career but also overtaken by lust - having been unable to feel the touch of a woman since his wife left him last year.

". . . "

"I know you want to fuck me. I can't blame you, little man" Megan playfully teased.

The professor just hung his head in shame, staring down at the palm upon which he sat, studying the lines running across it.

"Let's make a deal. You have something that I want and I have something that you want."

The professor fully understood what was happening now. This was blackmail. He just kept looking down and didn't say a word. At first Megan grew concerned because she was unable to tell whether he was wrestling with the moral dilemma she had presented or if he was merely intimidated by her size and strength; afraid that she would smash him between her fist if he said the wrong thing. But then, she asked a question which ended up relieving her fears.

"You give me an "A" on the final exam, and I'll fuck your brains out. Nod your head if you agree to the deal."

The little professor remained perfectly still for a half beat, and then started to slowly nod his head up and down in agreement.

Less than five minutes later, Professor Lauier was naked and being pushed in and out of Megan's puckered mouth like a lollipop; a free sample to build trust and cement the terms of the deal. Writhing in ecstasy as the young giantess rolled her enormous wet tongue into his exposed pelvic area, the professor opened his eyes to see the entire act being recorded on Megan's cell phone. The professor was enjoying himself too much to even care.

Megan was no fool. She had every intention of holding up her end of the bargain, but she needed insurance in case the little professor reneged on the deal. If she was going to get kicked out of school, she would take Professor Lauier down with her.

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Megan needed a C+ or better this semester to maintain her full academic scholarship. Already nearing the end of Junior Year, she had come too far to lose it all now. Megan dreaded the idea of losing her financial aid and being forced to return to her rural community empty-handed; probably ending up working on the family farm and marrying the local mechanic's son. No. Megan had become accustomed to the speed and excitement of the city, and she had every intention on obtaining her mathematics degree and making a life among the many high paying firms desperate to hire women with STEM degrees. The problem was that Megan felt her grasp of the subject matter slipping during most lectures at her prestigious university. The mathematical concepts that she found simple during Freshman Year now seemed opaque and downright incomprehensible. And so she worried that she wouldn't make the grade at the end of the year, even though she was studying six to eight hours daily.

By the time "Final's Week" rolled around, she was in a full panic mode. But, being a clever girl who had learned a few things in the seedy bars and nightclubs frequented by her friend group; Megan developed a scheme to solve her GPA problem. Like most Universities, Megan's campus regarded itself as politically progressive and maintained a strong commitment to diversity. Therefore, unlike most employers, the school did everything in its power to retain staff who had contracted the Shrinking Virus; even associate professors who had not yet received tenure. And luckily for Megan, one such professor taught her Discrete Calculus seminar.

As a veracious consumer of pop culture magazines, celebrity websites, and pop psychology YouTube videos, Megan was well aware of the social plight of little men. She had some knowledge of their inner struggles and the realities of a world designed for full sized people. She also knew how she and all of her friends felt about shrunken men generally. Though they had sympathy for what shrinking people were going through, there was a nearly universal consensus that small wasn't sexy on men. Male celebrities who were heartthrobs at full size became fodder for amused ridicule in the tabloids after catching the virus. The magazines that styled themselves as socially responsible presented articles about little men with an empathetic tone; but even they would occasionally join the fun with articles containing a smattering of pithy slights and dry jokes. All of this worked to further reduce the social standing of shrunken men; making their struggle to maintain a normal life ever more difficult. Most of them lacked romantic opportunity and their dwindling size often dissolved any prior relationships they had with the opposite sex. This of course often leads to loneliness and an existential melancholy best managed through staying busy; for those luckily enough to secure steady and rewarding employment.

Professor Laurier had been an associate professor of Mathematics and applied physics for five years before contracting the shrinking virus. Megan sometimes saw him walking the halls of the Physics Building during her Freshman Year; a svelte middle-aged and average height man who sported thick framed glasses. The professor maintained a fairly nebbish demeanor even when he was full sized; but by the time Megan saw him again in her Sophomore Year, he looked like a confused and disheveled child. He clearly wasn't dealing well with the psychological affects associated with the shrinking process. Now, still looking unkempt and disheveled, Professor Laurier had to contend with teaching a lecture hall full of students while standing on his desk at three inches tall. Luckily, the university had provided a camera rig which he used to project his image onto large screens surrounding stadium-style seating as he spoke. The professor was clearly a diligent academic who threw himself into his work. Megan figured that this was probably reflective of the fact that his marriage had fallen apart last year; now spending all of his time focusing on research when he's not teaching classes.

Two days before finals, Megan made her move. She waited nearly twenty minutes after class to speak to the professor after all of the other students had left. Luckily, most of her fellow students leave class immediately after the lecture finishes, leaving two or three students who eagerly line up to ask questions of the professor at his desk. Megan made sure to stand at the back of the line, so that no one would be left by the time she had an opportunity to interact with Professor Laurier one-on-one.

After formally introducing herself, she feigned ignorance about a particular algebraic concept in order to start the conversation. Then she claimed that she had trouble hearing him from atop of his desk as she stood above it. Megan placed the back of her hand against his desk, her knuckles pressed flat to expose her expansive palm. The professor hesitated at first, a possible sign that he was weighing the implications of refusing the giant student. Megan knew that a lot of her fellow students were entitled and vindictive to the point that any perceived offense could send them on a campaign to get a professor or staff member reprimanded or fired completely. After the brief pause, the professor walked directly into the palm of her hand without objection. Once elevated to face level, Professor Laurier continued with his explanation of the finer points of linear algebra. He was so engrossed in his explanation that he never noticed that Megan was slowly moving him closer and closer to her face. Soon, she interrupted his lecture with the proposal.

"Professor Lauier, can I ask you something?" Megan whispered while trying to maintain an innocent voice; her breath gently tossing the professor's salt-and-pepper hair.

"Um...Sure Megan, what can I do for you?" replied the professor; startled that the giant student's face was so close that it completely filled his field of vision.

"Well, I was wondering if you had a girlfriend?"

"What?!" Dr. Lauier barked at the inappropriateness of the question.

"I was wondering if you had a girlfriend?" Megan repeated again; undaunted by the little man's response as he sat in the palm of her hand.

"I don't see how that's any of your business, young lady. . ."

"I don't think you have a girlfriend." Megan said with a smirk. "I don't think you've been with a woman for a while," she said bluntly, further pushing against the professor's boundaries.

"Well...I...I..."

"Do you think I'm pretty?" the colossal coed asked breathlessly; staring seductively into the little man's eyes.

"I...well...of course I do" Professor Lauier stuttered nervously, unsure where this line of questioning was going.

With this, Megan smiled coyly and slowly licked her full lips at the professor, suggestively raising an eyebrow while taking in the panic flashing across his little face.

"Do you want to fuck me?" Megan bluntly whispered with a deep but feminine tone.

This question sent the professor over the edge. He started shaking uncontrollably; deeply frightened for his career but also overtaken by lust - having been unable to feel the touch of a woman since his wife left him last year.

". . . "

"I know you want to fuck me. I can't blame you, little man" Megan playfully teased.

The professor just hung his head in shame, staring down at the palm upon which he sat, studying the lines running across it.

"Let's make a deal. You have something that I want and I have something that you want."

The professor fully understood what was happening now. This was blackmail. He just kept looking down and didn't say a word. At first Megan grew concerned because she was unable to tell whether he was wrestling with the moral dilemma she had presented or if he was merely intimidated by her size and strength; afraid that she would smash him between her fist if he said the wrong thing. But then, she asked a question which ended up relieving her fears.

"You give me an "A" on the final exam, and I'll fuck your brains out. Nod your head if you agree to the deal."

The little professor remained perfectly still for a half beat, and then started to slowly nod his head up and down in agreement.

Less than five minutes later, Professor Lauier was naked and being pushed in and out of Megan's puckered mouth like a lollipop; a free sample to build trust and cement the terms of the deal. Writhing in ecstasy as the young giantess rolled her enormous wet tongue into his exposed pelvic area, the professor opened his eyes to see the entire act being recorded on Megan's cell phone. The professor was enjoying himself too much to even care.

Megan was no fool. She had every intention of holding up her end of the bargain, but she needed insurance in case the little professor reneged on the deal. If she was going to get kicked out of school, she would take Professor Lauier down with her.