John's teacher

John turned around to meet eyes with his gym teacher miss carter.

Carter was a taller woman, with shoulder length black hair and an athletic build. Miss carter always gave john grief in class, trying to get him to be more confident in school. Although by her expression this isn't what she had in mind.

"John! What in earth are you doing out here?"

For the life of him John couldn't speak, he just simply stood there stunned and unable to move a muscle.

Carter tried to keep her composure, but seeing John in this state was making her voice crack on every other word.

"Well John, are you ok? You seem to be having a little...hmnph issue. Not that you should be embarrassed but AHH... This is certainly not how I expected to see you..."

With all this attention and excitement, all that heat in John's face started to go lower, and he felt his tiny member begin to stiffen.

"Oh god please not now."

John's began to perk up, although hardly geting any bigger.

As soon as miss carter noticed this, her eyes widened, and what little composure she had left was shattered as she started to burst into histerical laughter.

She howled with her hands on her hips as John's little member popped up.

"Why John. I didn't know you felt that way? I must say you have certainly gained some confidence showing that little thing to the world, good lord"

With this level of humiliation John was starting to get light headed, but he needed to think of something to get out of this.