"But that's not true!" Phil tried to plead, but at his size no one could hear him...
Ms. Prittey continued, "Since you didn't keep your hands to yourself and bothered Kendra's feet, I think I'll just ignore it if Kendra doesn't keep her feet to herself and bothers you." The enormously tall teacher proclaimed from above. "And that goes for the rest of the class as well - if anyone wants to help punish Phil with your feet, I'll just pretend not to see it. In fact, I'll even give extra credit," she smiled to rest of the class. "This will certainly teach you a lesson," she said down to the tiny boy.
He stared up at his giant teacher, past her enourmous nylon covered legs, actually up her skirt and past her breasts to her enormous face - actually very young and attractive. Maybe she was new to teaching - her first or second year or something. Her methods of punishment didn't seem very normal.
In a few moments, after it had sunk in, every girl in the room was grinning; all around the room could be heard the sounds of shoes unlacing, velcro straps being undone, shoes slipping off, and sandals slapping against the floor as they were all being removed. Some of the enormous girls were already socked or barefoot and out of their seats, giggling and heading closer to the teeny boy in his tiny desk on the other side of the room. Phil looked back and straight up to actually see Kendra - her face was beaming, and then he heard her giant sandals clap to both sides of him and his desk, with her feet still in them.
Ms. Prittey directed her attention to the rest of the class. "Now settle down everybody - there's extra credit involved so everyone will get their fair chance. I still have to teach my lesson, and I expect everyone to stay in their seats and listen." She then looked back down from above her breasts at tiny Phil. "That includes you, little man. Unless you're receiving punishment from someone, I want you IN YOUR SEAT. If I see you out of your seat for any other reason, you'll be spending the rest of the day in here - " she poclaimed as she slipped off her enormous shoe and lifted her giant brown nylon foot above the tiny boy. He looked up, as she positioned her toes right above him and scrunched them tightly - her foot was saturated with sweat.
"...Right in there," she continued, obviously refering to the space right under her toes, inside the nylons. Her pretty face was high above - she was smirking at this point. "And I know you don't want that..." she giggled, as she returned her foot to her shoe, and began to walk back up the board at the front of the room.
Kendra's feet and blue sandals were still on each side of the battered boy, the size of trucks. He sat nervously in his desk, knowing that this is how the giant girl had started bothering him before. She moved again, putting her heals down in front of him so her legs again spanned over top of him like an overpass. The huge pink pom-poms on the back of her sox were again dangling right on his face...
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