Getting Properly Acquainted

After your feeble attempts to squirm out from under Candace goes on for what feels like 20 minutes, you give up. At this point, getting crushed by an ass this huge for this long will most definitely put you back to barely half a foot tall. So really, the only thing you can do is brace for a smaller height when this sadistic school teacher decides to stop sitting on you. That and curse all of your decisions that got you to this point, of course.

Your self-loathing was eventually interrupted by the overbearing weight of Bad Teacher's butt lifting off you and carrying you up in the air. Now that you finally had the free space for it, you peel your wedged face out of her soft crack and take in some deep breaths. You also try prying your body off her massive buttcheeks, but you're still pretty plastered to her soft quivering ass flesh.

"Oh please," you hear Candace scoff. You look up and see her peering down at you over her shoulder once again with a cocky smile across her face. "If you spend your energy on a problem you can't solve, then you'll tank your match's viewer count in no time."

Normally you'd retort, but your day hasn't exactly been full of high points. You just don't have the energy in you to deal with yet another woman who gets a kick out of dominating you with her assets. Feeling mostly defeat, you slump your face back against the school teacher's giant butt.

"Hm?" Candace raised an eyebrow as she saw you suddenly submit. "What's this about?"

"I know what's coming," you mumble into her buttcheek. "Go ahead and have your way with me. Everyone else I've met today did the same."

She exhales sharply through her nostrils. "Now that won't do. The last thing I want is for you to bring down my good mood." The school teacher reaches down and peels your tiny naked body effortlessly off her ass before sitting you back down on her vanity table. "I rarely get them nowadays, you see."

"So...you're not going to keep toying with me?"

"Only if you give me a reason, hun," Candace explains. "I trust that your time-out taught you not to peep on a woman when she's in less than casual attire?"

"But I didn't-...(sigh) yes, ma'am" you submit, slumping into a sitting position.

"Good boy," Candace smiles, lightly rubbing your hair with her index finger, making you softly moan from how much more at ease it makes you.

"Feel better?"

"Ohhh yes, ma'am," you moaned.

"Fantastic. Then perhaps we can properly acquaint ourselves." She rests her ample creamy cleavage on the table, apparently wanting to get more personal with the new hire. "How was your first day before you dropped in?"

"Oh...well, it definitely could have gone better."

"Go on," the school teacher instructed as she leaned in closer to you, the warmth of her breasts radiating on you, giving you another wave of ease. Feeling more than comfortable with this woman compared to everyone else you met today, you start telling her everything that happened; the humiliating match with Patty, the harassment from the ring girls, and the bullying from Becky. Candace periodically nodded as she followed your story while also scowling a bit at the mentions of Patty and Becky.

"Ugh, those two," she adjusted her glasses in annoyance. "Always something to prove, usually how much power they have over their opponents. I swear, one of these days..."

She trailed off, leaving you only with your curiosity about the roster. Candace seems reasonable enough, if not a bit harsh in her judgement. Sure you were dominated by everyone so far, save for Sadie obviously, but at least-

Aw, shit.

Remembering what you did to Sadie brought your head to your hands. Unfortunately, Bad Teacher is pretty observant.

"Now what's the matter, Tiny Thomas? Bad thoughts?"

"Sort of, yeah. But it's nothing."

"Oh no, do tell me," the giant school teacher insisted as she leaned in more, bumping you with her massive tits. "I insist."

You freeze up. You definitely don't want this woman on your bad side again, but dodging the truth seems pretty counterproductive at this point too. You scramble to think of what to tell her, trying hard not to picture being manhandled again.