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Mr. Simons was the new teacher at this all boys highschool. There was one student in particular in his class, that seemed to be falling behind, Westrick. One day Mr. Simons called Westrick into his office. "So, Mr. Westrick, I see you're grades are doing poorly. Get them higher or there will be consequences." Westrick looked at him for a while, looked down, and looked back at him. "Uhh, no?" he said, while laughing. Mr. Simons was only 5"4', and Westrick was 6' 5". Westrick was the co-captain on the football team at the school. Mr. Simons looked at him, "No?" Westrick was still laughing. "Yeah. See Mr Barber, our teacher before you, well- let's just say he had an early retirment." Westrick said. Mr. Simons was confused, "Elaborate.." Westrick started laughing, then stopped. "You see, unless you give me good grades, there will be 'consequences'" he said, in a mockingly way. "Is that a threat?" Mr. Simons said. Westrick grinned. Mr. Simons pulled out a paper and began writing a demerit. "You'll report to the principals office at once-" he said, until Westrick grabbed him by the neck. Mr. Simons stopped writing. He began feeling dizzy, and it seemed like Westricks grip around his neck was getting longer and longer. His clothes felt smaller. He was.. shrinking? Mr. Simons looked around frantically. Soon enough he was able the size of a lego person(a bit smaller). He screamed when he saw Westricks huge hand grab him and carry him to a chair. "I told you there'd be consequences." Westrick pulled down his pants. A twist is that, Mr. Simons saw his huge meaty cheeks and his muscular thighs, and he was super hard. He tried not to look turned on. His face was red. Westrick sat on his. It was a big of a crush, but because his ass was so squishy and jelly, it didn't hurt too much. He was super hard and erected a bit in his underwear. Westrick let out some gas, and it blasted Mr. Simons with stink and hot hair. It was very fragrant of sweat and some sort of manly scent. He squished around his cheeks a bit. He got up, and just hovering over him, he let out some more gas. Mr. Simons began coughing. He began growing back to normal size, and Westrick pulled up his pants. His clothes were all messed up and he stunk of fart and ass-sweat. He was in shock. Westrick was laughing. "Now, for my grades?" Mr. Simons nodded. Westrick walked out of the classroom after grabbing his things. Mr. Simons was very very turned on from this experiance, and wanted to do it again. He didn't change Westricks grade. The next day, Westrick was checking his grade, and shot Mr. Simons a omnious yet seductive grin, which continued all the way through the class. Mr. Simons tried to not look at him, but his face was very red and he was sweating, cause he knew what was about to happen. After class, it was just Westrick and Mr. Simons. "I told you if you didn't do it.." Westrick said, and began laughing. He grabbed Mr. Simons by the neck, and he shrunk. He picked up the tiny man, and tied him to a thread in his jockstrap. "Hope you like sweat, little man, we've got a football game." the sweat and the many many farts he released were so bad that Mr. Simons passed out a few times, but that wasn't the only reason why he passed out. His ass was the most squishy and bubbly thing he'd ever touched, almost like a pillow, which went well with this muscular thighs. The constantly wiggling and squirming and slapping again and squishing in his ass cheeks and crack made him so hard and turned on. He was able to manage his way to Westricks hole, where he licked up as much sweat as he could. It tasted so- manly.. After the game, Westrick took him out and to his classroom. "Grade?" Westrick said, giving him a mean look and standing over him. "Ok, ok.." he said, and changed his grade. "Thanks little man, no funny business or we do this again." Westrick said before walking out the door. Mr. Simons knew that all he had to do was give Westrick a bad grade, and he'd get some quality time with his ass. Would he fail westrick this year, just to have a whole more year with his ass? Mr. Simons was so hard and passed out from being so overwhelmed.

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Mr. Simons was the new teacher at this all boys highschool. There was one student in particular in his class, that seemed to be falling behind, Westrick. One day Mr. Simons called Westrick into his office. "So, Mr. Westrick, I see you're grades are doing poorly. Get them higher or there will be consequences." Westrick looked at him for a while, looked down, and looked back at him. "Uhh, no?" he said, while laughing. Mr. Simons was only 5"4', and Westrick was 6' 5". Westrick was the co-captain on the football team at the school. Mr. Simons looked at him, "No?" Westrick was still laughing. "Yeah. See Mr Barber, our teacher before you, well- let's just say he had an early retirment." Westrick said. Mr. Simons was confused, "Elaborate.." Westrick started laughing, then stopped. "You see, unless you give me good grades, there will be 'consequences'" he said, in a mockingly way. "Is that a threat?" Mr. Simons said. Westrick grinned. Mr. Simons pulled out a paper and began writing a demerit. "You'll report to the principals office at once-" he said, until Westrick grabbed him by the neck. Mr. Simons stopped writing. He began feeling dizzy, and it seemed like Westricks grip around his neck was getting longer and longer. His clothes felt smaller. He was.. shrinking? Mr. Simons looked around frantically. Soon enough he was able the size of a lego person(a bit smaller). He screamed when he saw Westricks huge hand grab him and carry him to a chair. "I told you there'd be consequences." Westrick pulled down his pants. A twist is that, Mr. Simons saw his huge meaty cheeks and his muscular thighs, and he was super hard. He tried not to look turned on. His face was red. Westrick sat on his. It was a big of a crush, but because his ass was so squishy and jelly, it didn't hurt too much. He was super hard and erected a bit in his underwear. Westrick let out some gas, and it blasted Mr. Simons with stink and hot hair. It was very fragrant of sweat and some sort of manly scent. He squished around his cheeks a bit. He got up, and just hovering over him, he let out some more gas. Mr. Simons began coughing. He began growing back to normal size, and Westrick pulled up his pants. His clothes were all messed up and he stunk of fart and ass-sweat. He was in shock. Westrick was laughing. "Now, for my grades?" Mr. Simons nodded. Westrick walked out of the classroom after grabbing his things. Mr. Simons was very very turned on from this experiance, and wanted to do it again. He didn't change Westricks grade. The next day, Westrick was checking his grade, and shot Mr. Simons a omnious yet seductive grin, which continued all the way through the class. Mr. Simons tried to not look at him, but his face was very red and he was sweating, cause he knew what was about to happen. After class, it was just Westrick and Mr. Simons. "I told you if you didn't do it.." Westrick said, and began laughing. He grabbed Mr. Simons by the neck, and he shrunk. He picked up the tiny man, and tied him to a thread in his jockstrap. "Hope you like sweat, little man, we've got a football game." the sweat and the many many farts he released were so bad that Mr. Simons passed out a few times, but that wasn't the only reason why he passed out. His ass was the most squishy and bubbly thing he'd ever touched, almost like a pillow, which went well with this muscular thighs. The constantly wiggling and squirming and slapping again and squishing in his ass cheeks and crack made him so hard and turned on. He was able to manage his way to Westricks hole, where he licked up as much sweat as he could. It tasted so- manly.. After the game, Westrick took him out and to his classroom. "Grade?" Westrick said, giving him a mean look and standing over him. "Ok, ok.." he said, and changed his grade. "Thanks little man, no funny business or we do this again." Westrick said before walking out the door. Mr. Simons knew that all he had to do was give Westrick a bad grade, and he'd get some quality time with his ass. Would he fail westrick this year, just to have a whole more year with his ass? Mr. Simons was so hard and passed out from being so overwhelmed.