Detention with Dave

Swaying into her classroom, Ms. Lia’s legs carry her over to her seat to let her finally sit down. Following her meeting with the superintendent, her body had **** her to keep watch of the halls as she didn’t have any classes during those periods. She had spent the last two hours being strutted through the hallways like a catwalk, and at this point there wasn’t a single person in school who hasn’t seen her tits. The teacher had fended off looks the best she could, but her glares could only fight those she caught. Sure she could try to scold people for starting at her cleavage, but there were lots of people in the halls and she knew that her legs were making sure her ass got attention as well.

Ms. Lia was cooling down, and looked down at her desk at the papers she needed to grade. Normally, she would have done this during class, but given her new duties she was going to have to stay later into the day to finish them. As her fingers brush her nipples, she finally snaps out of her thoughts and begins writing. Just as this is happening, Dave comes in.

“What are you doing here?” Ms. Lia looks up at me as I enter the room, and quickly turns her head back down to her desk. I take a minute to admire the great angle I have on her tits, and study the way her nipples slightly poke through right near the edge of the fabric.

“Well, you told me to come here, didn’t you?”

“Oh. Yes. Just sit down there, and you can get picked up in an hour.” She gestures to a chair in the front row in a dismissive manner while she continues her work. I take a seat and look back up. Sneaking out my phone, I decide to play with Ms. Lia for the time I have her alone. Glancing down at the screen, I select Bend over and watch her pause as her ass rises from her chair behind her, leaving her tits pressing into the desk beneath her. She turns her head from the desk and glares at me.

“Don’t you dare look at me!” Despite her compromised position, she has nothing but hate in her words as she speaks to me.

“What, what did I do?” I attempt to play dumb. She probably doesn’t realize I’m controlling her, but she definitely knows something’s up.

“You know what you’re doing. All day in class you just dream off and ogle me. You might think you’re slick but you’re so obvious about it. You’re already in detention, don’t make things worse for yourself.”

“Hang on, how are you going to expect me not to look when you’re practically advertising yourself to the entire class?” I decide to poke her a little bit.

“Excuse me? I’m the one with authority here, I can dress however I want!”

“Yea, but your tits are practically hanging out! You should know what kind of attention you’ll get.” I gesture towards her chest as it’s crushed between her torso and her desk, and she has an appalled look on her face that I would be so bold. It’s whatever, I’m the one with all the control here.

“That doesn’t mean anything, you’re still a pig for ogling me like an object.” Her ass sways back and forth slightly, still leaning forwards and showing off her curves peaking over her back. She seems to be getting exceptionally frustrated at her position.

“Ok fine, I’m sorry.” I attempt to feign a token apology. She definitely doesn’t buy it, but seems more content to just let the issue go than to try to berate me further. I’m sure her hands wouldn’t be happy with her delaying her grading too much further either. Feeling slightly merciful, I decide to deactivate bend over, and I’m smugly satisfied as she remains in that position for a minute before realizing she can sit again. Relieved, she collects herself and goes back to her work after eyeing me a moment.

As Ms. Lia occupies herself at her desk, I take a moment and open up my backpack. Finding what I needed, I unscrew the top and hold the bottle behind my back. Calmly rising from my seat, I approach Ms. Lia’s desk, getting an annoyed look as she rises from her papers. With my target in sight, I quickly lunge out my hand and push a small bottle of hand lotion right between her tits.

Absolutely shocked, my teacher’s hands snap right up to either breast and squeeze, pressing her boobs together and causing her cleavage to rise even more prominently from her shirt. In doing so, her tits compress the bottle and a small amount of white lotion spills out over the opening. After a moment of struggle in her shock, she is left with the bottle still protruding from between her boobs and a good amount of lotion falling between them. Staring me down, anger takes hold over the shock.

“What the HELL did you just do!?” She shouts at me, standing back from her desk with her hands still clutching each breast.

“Oh, just testing something I guess..? You had that thing with the marker in class, I didn’t know what you were doing.” I might have messed up. She definitely knows I’m doing something to her now. This could be bad, but I’m sure I’ll figure something out.

“You…get out of here right now.” She says with every attempt to keep her voice straight. Before angering her to the point of killing me, I decide to just get out of there.

Ms. Lia glares down at her cleavage as Dave leaves, wondering how she got into this mess. Grabbing her boobs, all she can manage to do is wiggle them around, inadvertently slashing a little more lotion. Contemplating her situation, insult is added to injury as she feels her body swing downwards, leaving her ass up and face down as lotion slowly pours from her cleavage. After a few seconds she’s able to pull herself back upright, but she’s left with shirt and bra wet with thick fluid.

After standing there staring at the bottle, her hands give her a quick spank on the ass, signaling her to get back to work. Teachers were obligated to stay an hour after school in case student’s needed help, and it looked like she was going to be working right up to that point. Uncomfortable with a wet chest, Ms. Lia manages to get through some grading with the encouragement of a few nipple pulls here and there to keep her on track.

Finally, at 3:00 she gets up and heads to the parking lot. The bottle is still lodges in her cleavage, but she has learned there is no way to remove it herself. On the way out the front door, she thankfully runs into Ms. Erika Green.

“Erika! Please I need your help.” The sunny teacher turns to her voice, and is caught off guard as Ms. Lia rushes towards her.

“Please, can you get this out of my melons?” Ms. Lia pleas with Erika, the only person she had confided in so far.

“Wait, how did this happen?” Ms. Green was a little confused by this situation. They had done the tests earlier this morning but she really didn’t know anything about her…condition. She was still pretty confident that she was just losing her mind.

“…someone put it there, and I can’t get it out. Can you please just help me with this?” Finally giving in to her pleas, Ms. Green reaches between her coworker’s boobs and pulls out the lubed-up bottle. Handing it to Ms. Lia, the teacher takes the bottle and instantly whips it across the hall towards a trash can.

“So…someone put it there?” Ms. Green was pretty suspicious of this, doubting anyone would be bold enough to reach into this bitch’s tits uninvited.

“Yes, they did. It was awful. They seem to know something about what’s going on. I don’t know how, but I think they might be behind all this, these weird things taking over my body. I can’t explain how it feels.”

“Wait, who is this? Is it a teacher? Student?” Ms. Green was curious to learn more. Even if Ms. Lia was just crazy, it would at least be a good clue as to what’s really going on in her head.

“It was a student. Dave Haines. Not sure if you know him. I don’t really know anything yet, but I’m going to try to figure out what he’s doing. He definitely knows something at least, he just came at me with the bottle like he knew exactly what was going on.”

“Ok, ok. How about we figure this out with Dave these next few days and see what we learn. If you don’t have any proof of misconduct, dealing with him yourself could look really bad unless you’re careful. Don’t want to make it look like you’re black mailing or harassing your students.” With that, they continue talking on the way to their cars, but Ms. Erika Green’s mind begins to wander. All day she had been thinking about Ms. Lia’s condition, and she felt like this was karmic justice to some extent. She was giving her a shoulder for now, but given the way she was treated since Ms. Lia arrived helping her out made her a little sick. Ms. Green decided that she would investigate Dave herself a little bit.