#7 OVERALL CLIP ON C4S!! 3/9/14

Includes: Shrinking teacher, shrinking process (frightened), carried by her hair, boy *rgasm from prude teacher, boy teacher to dance on stripper pencil pole, teacher helps boy c*m (happily and willingly)

It's Friday evening, the last day of the work week for me as a teacher. I have to stay after school again because Marcus, the unruly smart was disobeying the Chemistry Lab's rules. This mischievous boy doesn't want to follow the planned lab from his Chemistry teacher, but instead wants to mess around with his own experiments. I busted him, and now I have to spend an hour with him, when I could be home enjoying a nice glass of I am so frustrated with him, and I am venting to him about his "potential," and his "future."

The boy pulls out some sort of menacing looking object and points it straight at me. "What the hell is thaaa...?!" *ZAAAAP!*

I begin to shrink. I notice it first in my waist line. I then feel my hem graze past my knees. "What did you do to me?" The boy looks at me, wide eyed, interested.. as my dress falls off one shoulder.

I stand before him at 2 feet tall. "I can't believe it!" I start to shrink even more! It's terrifying. I feel my panties start to fall underneath my dress. I grab them and hold onto them as I continue to shrink. The smaller I get, the heavier my panties get. I can't bear the weight of them! They fall out of my hands and I am standing inside my heel, clutching my nude body for modesty.

"TURN ME BACK, RIGHT THIS INSTANT!" The boy grabs me by the hair and carries me over to his desk. He pulls out his pencil and one of my legs open. He then rubs the pencil up and down over my p*ssy.. and well.. it feels.. sooo.. soo good. I moan, I am embarrassed that I enjoy this, but I moan. The boy looks at me, l*cks his lips, he is ready for more.

He places the pencil upright and orders me to "dance."

"I will NOT dance. I am a professional woman, NOT A STRIPPER!"

He tells me that he will transform me back to my original 5'6 stature if I will dance for him. I dance awkwardly. He unzips his pants. I am appalled that he is stroking to ME, his teacher! He motions me to "get back to dancing."

I wiggle a l*ttle sexier, I try harder, and his face is pleased. He strokes, strokes, and watches me. I start to feel sexy, is this smart y*ung man reeallllyyy interested in ME, an older lady? "Wow! I must still have "it."

I really strut my stuff. I dance like a professional stripper for him. I even try my hand at doing a pole trick or two.

He holds out his hand, he wants me to ride his d*ck. I want to c*m all over his gigantic c*ck. I straddle him. We c*m together. I swoop up his c*m and look up at him, I rub it all over my breasts and p*ssy. "Put me in your backpack, bad boy, take me home." He smiles.

Detention Disaster HD