This choice: The professor asks her to participate more, how will she take this? • Go Back...Chapter #3Jessica Chamberlain, Substitute Teacher by: Unknown “Jessica!” A stern voice yelled from the front of the class, as the tiny teacher impatiently tapped his foot against the desk. Of course, even a tiny yelling was barely perceptible to the students near the back of the class, but Jessica did manage to hear him.
“Uh, you say something tiny?” Jessica smirked, flicking a strand of her jet black hair over her shoulder carelessly. “Speak up a bit!”
“Young lady, unlike other teachers at this school, I won’t tolerate that behavior.” The teacher crossed his arms. “I WAS going to ask you to explain the homework assignment, but now I’m writing you up for sassing a teacher.”
“Um…okay?” Jessica snickered, glancing at a few girls around the room she considered friends, who laughed with her. “Good luck writing me up, squirt. You DO know who I am, right?”
“I’m well aware.” The teacher walked over to the normal sized computer and began bouncing up and down on the keyboard, no doubt attempting to mark down Jessica’s class grade. It was honestly a funny sight, and a few girls let out cute chuckles.
“Just trying to have some fun in this boring class, dude. Don’t kill my mood.” Jessica sighed, bringing her attention back to her social media feeds.
The teacher grinned. “How’s a ten percent deduction of your grade for bad behavior affect your mood?” He asked, about to submit the report he had just exhaustingly typed out. Across the room, Jessica raised her eyebrow and stood up. A few girls in the class winced and drew back. The black-haired giantess strolled towards the teacher’s desk, almost radiating a terrifying aura.
And, during all of this, you could merely cry out in mute pain every time Jessica’s foot slammed back down into the ground as she walked, over and over crushing you beneath her heel. Your squishy body began sticking to the treads in her sneaker, and you begged for the sweet relief the other poor tinies Jessica had tormented had received. Sadly, you got none.
Jessica reached the front desk and stared down at the teacher, who still felt completely in-control of the situation. “Gotta say, teach. I’m feelin’ a bit pissed off. You sure know how to make a girl mad.”
The teacher shook his head. “It’s to teach you a lesson, young lady. You can’t disrespect everyone in your life just because your ‘mommy’s little girl’. You have to…”
Jessica’s face flashed a brief glimpse of legitimate anger before she yawned nonchalantly and turned around. In one simple motion, she hoisted herself up onto the teacher’s desk, and completely buried the teacher beneath her shapely derriere. The class collectively gasped in surprise, even more so as Jessica casually twisted her butt back and forth, grinding the poor tiny teacher to a smudge under her yoga pants-clad ass.
One girl with raven-colored hair at the front of the class looked about ready to chastise Jessica, but the black-haired giantess silenced her by raising her hand. “So, looks like our teach just bounced. Don’t know where he went. BUT, as the daughter of the dean, I’ll take responsibility and teach the class today in his stead.”
Everyone was too stunned to respond, so Jessica continued. “First, looks like little squishy brought up the gradebook, and was accidentally about to subtract ten percent from my grade. That’s so silly of him.” Jessica laughed, and punched a few numbers into the computer. “There we go! PLUS ten percent!
“Secondly, our tiny squirt of a teacher left before taking attendance. Sure hope I don’t find the little pest stuck to my butt when I get back to my dorm. I think that classifies as sexual harassment and is certainly grounds for firing the squirt.
“Whatev…guess your new substitute teacher will start with attendance then. However, it’s too boring to go one-by-one through the entire room.” Jessica lazily pointed to the closest girl. “Fran, you’re up first. Pick up the nearest tiny, if you please?”
Fran frowned. “What? You mean…Phillip?” She gestured to a rather frightened tiny sitting on the desk in front of her. The pale boy froze up upon hearing his name spoken.
Jessica waved her hand dismissively. “Sure, whatever. Pick him up…and DO something with him. Like, squish him, or sit on him, or eat him.”
“What the hell?” Fran balked, and a few other girls let out startled exclamations. “I’m not hurting Phillip!”
The newly instituted substitute teacher frowned. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did you want me to fail you?” She gestured to the computer. “I could wreck your grade if I wanted to.”
Fran cried out. “My mom would kill me! Please don’t! Why are you doing this?”
“Because.” Jessica shrugged. “It’s funny, and I’m hella bored. Stop wasting my time.”
Shaking with frustration, Fran picked up Phillip, who was now kicking and screaming, and dropped him onto her chair after standing up. She then plopped back down into her chair, a firm frown on her face. Surprisingly, her frown blew up into a loud moan only a second later, and Fran hunched forward over her desk. This prompted an uproarious laugh from Jessica.
“What’s up Fran? Enjoying your tiny friend a bit much, aren’t ya?” She teased.
What had happened was that Phillip hadn’t been squished by her ass but had ended up between her butt cheeks fully intact (Fran was wearing tight-fitting leggings). Still kicking and struggling, his tiny efforts had stimulated Fran’s sensitive butt crack, prompting her to wiggle and squirm in her seat from embarrassed pleasure, grinding Phillip mercilessly.
Looking a few more seconds at the bright blush in Fran’s face, Jessica turned to the computer. “Alright…Fran and tiny number one…Phillip…are here! Who wants to be next? And hell…the more creative you get with your tiny, the more bonus points I’ll give you! Let’s call it…extra credit!” Jessica grinned, her visage the perfect picture of a pure devil of mischief.
For the next five minutes, each student in the class took their turn for “attendance”, and the humiliated tinies could only suffer on Miss Chamberlain’s strict rules. Some girls sat on their partners, some stuffed them down their cleavage, and one of Jessica’s friends eagerly swallowed her helpless tiny. One girl in the back even squished and molded the closest tiny into a stylish hair ribbon.
Finally, Jessica had circled back around to the raven-haired girl in the front who had tried to protest the black-haired giantesses cruel actions earlier. Crossing her arms smugly, Jessica grinned. “What’s up Phoebe? Eager for an F?” Jessica snorted, far too engrossed in how much fun she was having.
Phoebe shook her head. “I hate you for doing this. You’re a brat.”
Jessica stuck out her tongue and winked. “Thanks girl! Means a bunch. Enjoy your failing grade!”
Phoebe held up her hands. “Didn’t say I wouldn’t do it, but there aren’t any more tinies. You’ve already had everyone else torture the poor guys.”
Jessica tapped a finger to her chin. “Huh. Guess you fail by proxy then. Sucks to suck!” She reasoned, causing Phoebe to dejectedly swear under her breath. Jessica then leaned back, dragging her butt against the desk, and crossed her legs. The powerless tiny teacher was hardly more than a smear stain on Jessica’s yoga pants by now, firmly glued to the fabric.
"Alright class, time to start the lesson." Jessica cleared her throat. "I have no clue what this stupid class is meant to be about, so screw whatever plan our teach had for today. I'm in charge, and I've got LOADS of fantastic ideas. Most involving our ever entertaining, tiny little friends..."
While Jessica rambled, you were in an equally bad position compared to the teacher, but were now granted fresh air as Jessica crossed her legs and dangled her foot in the air. You fought against the treads of the sneaker sticking into your gummy-like body, praying to reform before Jessica put her foot back down. You might not have another chance like this for a long time.
While this was going on, Phoebe’s eyes happened to glance in your direction, and she instantly spotted your tiny, smushed body under Jessica’s sole. A glimmer in her eye, she knew this was her chance to earn back her A grade for the class by making her harmfully mischievous substitute teacher happy. Although…even from her giantess perspective, Phoebe could tell how much pain you were in, and knew Jessica would only make everything worse if she was made aware of you.
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