91-OliverClass.

Part 1------------ The school day had only just begun and Oliver already wanted it to be over. It was bad enough he had to spend most of his day in a boring classroom, but it was made worse by the teacher he had for homeroom. All the other boys loved Ms. Flowers because they thought she was so sweet and pretty. Oliver thought she was too ditzy to be a teacher and that she probably hated his guts. Ms. Flowers was a younger teacher, meaning she felt like she had a lot to prove. She had a lot of pride in her (boring) lessons and didn't take kindly to interruptions. Unfortunately, it seemed like anything more audible than light breathing was considered an interruption... but only when it was coming from Oliver. Oliver was so focused on keeping quiet that he didn't notice one of the girls in his class slip out of her desk and crawl onto the floor beneath him. He did start to notice something was wrong when he felt something grabbed one of his feet and begin sliding his shoe off. Oliver let out a silent yelp of surprise and looked down to find Zoe, the girl who sits behind him, taking his other shoe off. "Wow, it's not just the shoes... they really are this big~" Zoe whispered to herself. "Hey, what're you doing?!" Oliver whispered in response. "Oliver! No talking while I'm teaching the class!" Ms. Flowers demanded. "ME?! But she's the one-!" Oliver said. "I will not tolerate disruptions!" Ms. Flowers replied. As Oliver was getting yelled at, Zoe managed to slip off one of his socks. In her hand she held Oliver's soft, silky smooth foot. His sole was pale and plump, and his toes were round and bubbly. Zoe pressed the tip of her finger into the center of Oliver's heel, pushing firmly to test how cushiony his foot really was. Oliver gasped when she did this, his attention being drawn from the teacher and back to Zoe. Oliver let out a shriek when Zoe started dragging the tip of her finger down his foot, keeping the pressure up as she pushed her finger into the meat of his sole. Oliver's foot was so delightfully squishy and mailable. His skin was cool to the touch, with a slight heat being felt deep beneath the surface. Zoe felt Oliver instinctively try pulling his foot away, but Zoe kept a firm grasp on his ankle. She was enamored with this pillowy plaything she'd just found and wanted to toy with it more. Poor Oliver couldn't help but giggle in defiance to the unwanted touching. This only directed more aggression towards him by his teacher. "Oliver, I will not warn you again! Stop disrupting my lesson and be quiet!" Ms Flowers warned. Through stifled giggles, Oliver tried to inform her of the rouge student on the classroom floor, but Ms. Flowers wasn't having any of it. "I don't want to hear excuses. You're the only student making noise right now and it's interrupting the whole class!" Other students began taking notice of the scene, turning around to see what was going on. This only made the teacher more upset as she felt she was losing the attention of the class. Most kids found the scene amusing, while others took notice of how much fun Zoe seemed to be having. It seems as though Zoe wasn't the only one who was curious to play with Oliver's abnormally large stompers~ Ms. Flowers would need to take immediate action. Part 2----------- Ms. Flowers had run out of patience and didn't intend to give Oliver any more warnings. He'd been disrupting the class with his giggling and whining for over several minutes and it was time to do something about it. If Oliver wouldn't stop his interruptions on his own, then the teacher would make him stop through force. Ms. Flowers had the class take care of Oliver for her. She had the boys crowd around Oliver to hold him still while the girls returned from the crafts cabinet with rolls of duct tape. Oliver warned his classmates to stop what they were doing and called out to his teacher promising that this wasn't his fault. The teacher wasn't amused that Oliver was still making excuses for himself. "How exactly is this NOT your fault? You're clearly the one who's been making noise." Ms. Flowers said, angrily. Before Oliver could respond, Zoe appeared in front of him and quickly shoved both of Oliver's socks into his mouth and sealed his lips shut with a strip of duct tape. With the other kids in class holding each of his limbs, Oliver couldn't resist as Zoe wound several long, continuous strips of tape around his head. His mouth was completely concealed beneath layers of tape while his eyes were entirely covered as well. Oliver's arms were held together in front of his chest while duct tape was wrapped around his fists and his arms were bound in place. Following this, Oliver's legs were held together and lifted off the floor so they could be fixed to the bottom of his seat. Oliver's soft feet hung down from beneath his butt, swaying tantalizingly as the boy tried to break free of his bonds. As tape was used to bind Oliver to his chair, one of the girls couldn't resist and positioned herself right in front of Oliver's exposed soles. She reached out her hands let her fingers dance freely across the smooth surface of his feet. She barely took the time to enjoy the softness of his skin as she went straight to tickling him mercilessly. The girl, whose name was Emma, dug her fingers deep between Oliver's toes and let the tips of her nails scratch the skin between his toe stems. This resulted in Oliver letting out a shrill, muffled squeal that startled the students standing around him. As Oliver began bucking in his seat, everyone took a step back to find the source of his outburst. It didn't take them long to find Emma with her hands on her prize. Emma reveled in the feeling on Oliver's squishy toes squirming around her finger tips as she teased the extremely sensitive area of his foot. The boy flexed his toes and curled them together. He scrunched his foot and tried shaking it around. Oliver tried everything within his limited movement to shake Emma's fingers loose, but the girl easily kept them in place as they continued their work. Emma enjoyed listening to the high-pitched whines being let out by Oliver as his feet were toyed with. His fruitless movements made by his feet combined with the muffled cries for mercy made Emma begin panting in excitement. She began to get more excited when she used her other hand to dig her nails into the top of Oliver's heel and drag them down the sole of his other foot. That's what got Oliver to start crying with laughter. Ms. Flowers, however, was furious. Despite all the effort and time put into getting Oliver taped up and silent, the boy insisted on making even more noise. She thought he would've learned his lesson with this, but apparently not. She tried yelling at Oliver to quiet down as he was giving her a headache... but the boy just got even louder! Zoe was simply amused by the situation. Oliver would be even easier to play with like this, and her mind ran wild with imagining all the different things she'd always wanted to do with those feet of his. This was her revenge on the boy for always taunting her with those big feet, placed on the floor right in her line of sight every day of the year. Part 3------- Ms. Flowers was impressed by the collaborative efforts of her class in dealing with her disruptive student. When Oliver had refused to stop giggling and laughing during her lesson, Ms. Flowers resorted to eliminating the problem entirely with a gag and some duct tape. When a few rolls wound up not being enough to silence the boy, one of the girls suggested using more duct tape to make Oliver truly quiet. The kids started with Oliver's head, removing the tape over his mouth just long enough to fill it with more fabric and sponges. After that, an entire roll of duct tape was used to wrap around the boy's head and keep everything in place, effectively silencing any noise he could make with his mouth. Unfortunately, Oliver could still make noise by rocking his chair back and forth. To correct this, several kids got to work removing Oliver from his seat and wrapping tape around his arms and legs. No one could hear Oliver's pleas for mercy as his body was forced to curl into a ball. The boy was placed on his back as tape was wound tightly around his entire figure. The students made sure his body was curled together as strictly as possible to ensure there could be no movement and therefore no noise. By the end of it, the only part of Oliver's body still able to move was his feet, left free to flap around aimlessly in the air. One of the girls approached Oliver and placed the palms of her hands against his soles. She began slowly rubbing the boy's feet, feeling the mailable flesh conform to the slightest pressure put against them. Oliver tried thrashing his feet around to push the hands away, letting out muted shrieks and whimpers, but it was useless. Those feet were trapped, and finally belonged to Zoe. Zoe started pulling her palms away and leaving just her fingers on Oliver's feet. Oliver flexed his toes and Zoe could feel the muscles tense underneath all that delicious padding. The girl dug her nails into those feet and pulled them away to watch as the indent left in the boy's skin slowly faded away. Oliver was whimpering and shaking, neither of which could be heard or seen. Finally satisfied with her teasing, Zoe got to work properly tickling those naughty feet that had tempted her for so long. The girl wanted to really punish these feet for every lesson she'd ignored just staring at them and dreaming. Zoe was glad to say that playing with these things was far better than she had hoped and knew she wanted to do it more. Zoe's fingers slid up and down Oliver's soles like an ice skater performing for an audience. The girl dragged her nails in fluid motions over the smooth skin and left Oliver hysteric. The boy's feet shook wildly, but were so limited in their movement that it barely affected Zoe. The girl did recall hearing a muffled whine every now and then, but that hardly discouraged her. Zoe's other hand made clawing motions at Oliver's other foot. She was using her fingers and palm to push into the boy's feet and continue feeling the softness of his sole. All the while, her nails mimicked machine designed to scoop up dirt as each nail pressed into the skin and curled back into her hand. The feeling of Oliver's cool skin slowly becoming warmer as his feet were stimulated was delightful. The rest of the class gathered around to watch the show but Zoe didn't care. She was in her own world and all were welcome to visit. Ms. Flowers felt relieved that Oliver was finally silent. With the boy dealt with, she could return to her lesson. Unfortunately, the teacher soon realized that the class was almost over. It had taken them all morning to wrap up Oliver and wasted the day. Defeated, Ms. Flowers asked Zoe to take care of Oliver for her.