The Bad Teacher by smallfoot

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Jennifer Jones, a high school English teacher,  always dressed perfectly for school. Her tight clothes highlighted her 36 year old curves. Her blonde hair was always perfect. She was tough and even more so on the girls she taught. Her students were all very intimidated by her. She was short even in her heels. She hid the high heels either under long dresses or long trouser legs. All the boys were hypnotized by her big breasts and round butt. She loved shaking them and watch their faces turn red. The girls hated and admired her at the same time. She found it very easy to boss them all around and keep them under control.

Michelle Sams was a smart girl who downplayed her looks. She felt it better to rely on her brain than her body. She hated the way her teacher, Mrs. Jones, treated her classmates. Michelle was a tall girl and was a star on the school's volleyball team. She was very confident in who she was. Earlier that day, Mrs. Jones embarrassed her in class by saying she didn't know what she was talking about when it came to the previous night's readings. Michelle preferred Math and not the subjective nature of English. It wasn't fair the way she was corrected in class.

Michelle had just finished volleyball practice and was walking off the court to the locker room when she became upset with the way her English teacher had treated her in class. She felt she was right and the teacher was wrong. The more she thought about it the more upset she got. Angry, she felt it was time to talk to her teacher. As she walked down the hallway to her classroom, she became more enraged. She hoped her teacher was still in class.

Jennifer was sitting behind her desk feeling satisfied by her performance of the day. She was even taking pleasure in how she handled the over-zealous volleyball player. She never liked it when a student tried to correct her in class. She was always found a way to keep them in their place. All of a sudden she felt someone watching her. She looked up and saw Michelle's head looking through the door window into her classroom.

"Come in Michelle. How can I help you?" Jennifer said in a condescending way to her student.

"Mrs. Jones, I want to talk about the situation that happened in class today," Michelle said to her teacher. "I felt a little humiliated."

"Well Michelle, you should never question your teacher, especially when you're wrong."

"I wasn't wrong, Mrs Jones. I read the text and you were the one who was wrong."

Jennifer stood up and walked around the desk to confront her uppity student. She moved directly in front of her and put her finger in her face and started to correct her.

""Don't you ever...," Jennifer said and then froze. She soon noticed she was looking up to her student. She had only talked to these students when they were sitting at their desks. She all of a sudden felt small. It was like she was transported to back to the time when she was in school and the big girls would pick on her. The top of her head was just barely over Michelle's shoulder. She started to look over her student who was standing there in her sweaty volleyball practice uniform. She could see the anger in her student's eyes. This made her feel more scared. She then glanced over at how broad her shoulders were and how strong she must be. She looked a little down and saw her big breasts with a hint of cleavage from the stretched and wet t-shirt.

"What are you doing Mrs. Jones?" Michelle shouted. She didn't like the way her teacher was looking at her body.

"N-n-n-nothing, Ms Sams, I mean, err Michelle. I'm sorry," said Jennifer in a very scared voice.

Michelle all of a sudden felt a power she had never felt before over a teacher. "First," she said, "I was right and you were wrong about the readings today, right Jenny?"

"Yes," said Jennifer.

"Yes, what?" said Michelle.

"Yes ma'am," said Jennifer meekly.

Jennifer stood up straight and tall and looked down at her teacher who was looking up at her with fear on her face.

"You need to change your attitude Jenny. You're not as intelligent as you try to portray, are you Jenny?"

"No ma'am."

Michelle looked over her teacher's outfit. "Why do you dress that way Jenny?"

"What do you mean, Michelle?"

"Why do you dress the way you do?"

"I want to impress my students and make them see I'm important, ma'am."

"I don't think you are really that important Jenny. Let's see what you're like without all that pretend makeup and those fancy outfits. Take off your shoes."

"Why do I do that?"

"Just do it," said Michelle.

"Yes ma'am."

Jennifer bent over to pull off her first shoe. Michelle was amazed at how tall her teacher's heels was. They looked like 8 inches. Michelle got the first shoe off without looking up, placed her barefoot on the floor, and lifted the other foot. Michelle smiled as it looked like her teacher shrank before her eyes. Jennifer put the other shoe on the desk and looked up. Her jaw literally dropped as her head craned up to look at her towering student. Michelle's big breasts were blocking the view of half of her face from her tiny teacher's vision.

"Wow you are itty bitty, Jenny. How tall are you little girl?"

"I am 4'8"."

"Let's go check," said Michelle as she grabbed her teacher's hand and led her to the height scale taped to the wall. Michelle easily put her hands on her teacher's tiny shoulders and maneuvered her back to the wall. Michelle's massive cleavage was now in full view in front of Jennifer's face. Her face turned flush as she saw those big breasts bouncing back and forth.

"Stop looking at my tits, Jenny," Michelle laughed. "Wow, look. You are 4'6" inches tall. Why did you lie to me, little Jenny?"

"I thought 4'8" sounded taller. I'm sorry."

Michelle stood back up straight. "Wow," she thought. "Her head is below my tits. I love this."

"I wonder what else little Jenny exaggerates?" giggled Michelle. "What is your bra size, little Jenny?"

"I'm a 30C."

"Really, let's see?" said Michelle as she starts to unbutton Jennifer's top.

"What are you doing Michelle?"

"I'm checking your claim. I want to check the facts. Isn't that what you taught us?"

"Well, um, ..." said the very worried teacher.

As Michelle opened up the top she see's her teacher's bra but something didn't seem right. She squeezed one of the cups and said, "What do we have here?"

She reached around behind the teacher to unclasp the bra as her huge breasts pressed against her teacher's face.

Snap the bra comes undone and falls to the floor.

"What is this?" laughed Michelle. Jennifer was standing there wearing a very tiny and flat training bra. "Where are your tits?" said Michelle as she stretched the little bra to look in inside. "There's nothing in there but two of the smallest nipples I have ever seen."

Michelle pulls the bra out and stretches it. When she lets it go it just hangs down totally ruining it for the flat teacher.

"Aw, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to mess up your little training bra." At that moment she remember she had her little sister's clothes in her bag. "Wait, I can help. I have my 12 year old sister's clothes in my gym bag. Maybe she left her little training bra in there and you can wear it?"

Jennifer was just standing there unable to move or talk and feeling totally humiliated.

Michelle pulls off the stretched tiny bra, drops it to the floor, then begins to wrap her sister's training bra around her teacher. She snaps it on. and notices that her nipples are still showing. Her sister's training bra is too big for her.

"That is so sad little Jenny. You are too itty bitty for that training bra," said Michelle in baby talk and heavy on the sarcasm.

At that moment, Michelle's bra fell out of her gym bag. "Let's see what it would be like if you wore a woman's bra."

Michelle put her 36E bra up to her little teacher. She put one cup in front of her teacher's chest and it covered the entire area. "Aw, poor tiny flatty. Your skinny entire chest can fit in here. Those tiny nipples are so cute. They are even hard to see. Hehe."

"Let's see what else you are faking," giggled Michelle as she reached down further.

To be continued...