Justin had no interest in taking P.E., but as it was a requirement for graduation, he had no choice but to take it during his senior year’s second semester. Generally, he preferred avoiding any sort of activity, instead spending most of the period playing games on his phone under the bleachers, where he’d usually go unnoticed since he’s pretty much invisible to his peers, and Ms. Diaz never seemed to notice him either, or so he thought.

“Justin!” Ms. Diaz called out as she noticed the student hidden in the bleachers. Ms. Diaz was Justin’s phys ed. teacher, a recently hired young woman who was determined to take her job as seriously as possible.

“Huh?” Justin replied, not noticing who called out to him at first. Quickly realizing that this was his teacher calling out, the boy scrambled to come up with an excuse for his slacking, “Oh, uh, Miss Diaz! I was just taking a little break! I’ll be back doing whatever today’s activity is in a minute, okay?”

“Listen Justin, this is like the tenth time I’ve caught you slacking off during class, and the semester just started.” Ms. Diaz said.

“Really, because you never seemed to notice.” the boy replied.

“Well I have, and I’ve been grading you accordingly. This class is graded based on participation, you know. And right now your grades are really struggling.” the teacher explained with a smug tone, “If you continue this behaviour, I’m afraid I’ll have no choice but to fail you for the semester.”

“What?! But I’m supposed to graduate this year!” Justin cried out, terrified over the thought of being held back.

“Well I suppose you’ll just have to clean up your act.” Ms. Diaz said, before suddenly having a devious idea for a punishment, “Or, we could have you take a test of strength.”

“A what?” Justin replied with confusion.

“Oh, well if you can prove your strength to me, I’ll be willing to let you do whatever you want for the rest of the semester.” she explained, feigning innocence, “You’ll be free to slack off as much as you’d like and still pass this class.”

Justin wasn’t too sure about this idea. Being able to skip out on gym class without fear of repercussion sounded great and all, but that’s just it, the whole situation sounded way too good to be true. Plus, the boy was far from what anyone would call “strong”, and he doubted that his small and thin body would be up for whatever this “test of strength” was. Unfortunately, his temptation got the best of him, and so he decided to accept this deal.

“Deal.” Justin said.

“Well that was quick, you must be pretty confident about your strength, little man.” Ms. Diaz mocked as she ruffled the boy’s hair patronizingly, knowing full well that her student was doomed to fail her test, “Alrighty then, let me get the mat so we can begin the test.”

Ms. Diaz went into a closet and pulled out a large cushioned mat and placed it in the center of the gym, then blowing her whistle to get the class’s attention.

“Attention class, little Justin here has decided to accept a challenge of mine, and I would like for you all to watch him fail and maybe learn a thing or two from his failure.” Ms. Diaz said to the class, immediately killing the little amount of confidence Justin had in himself. It was clear that she had set him up to fail whatever she had in mind, but unfortunately it was too late for him to back down.

“Let’s start!” Ms. Diaz cheered out, and before he could react, she slammed her heavy body forward onto Justin, causing him to fall onto his back and sandwiching his thin form between the pillowy mat and his teacher. His face was now smothered between her breasts, which would probably be hot if it wasn’t his chubby gym teacher’s breasts he was getting smothered by, or if it wasn’t for the fact that this was happening in front of his classmates for that matter. Instead, he was left to struggle, hopelessly trying to lift the woman off of him to no avail. By this point it was already clear that he failed this test.

“Heh, you’re pretty pathetic. I should just fail you here and now.” Diaz said as she sat up, looking down at her helpless student, “But why stop now? I’m only getting started!”

Ms. Diaz flipped herself around and squeezed her legs around his head, crushing his face between her thick thighs with a surprisingly strong grip. However, the crushing grip was far from the worst part about this position, but rather the fact that Justin was forced to look straight forward at her large rear, which was mere inches away from his face emitting it’s stench into his vulnerable nose.

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“Hehe, whoopsie! That just kinda slipped out!” Ms. Diaz said as she “accidentally” farted in Justin’s face, with the rest of the class now laughing at his expense.

“You know how it is, those protein shakes always give you bad gas. But hey, maybe sniffing up my protein-fueled farts can build up your strength and help you win this fight!” She joked, knowing full well that that’s not how it worked.

Deciding to further torment her student, Ms. Diaz took her lower legs and bent them back, pushing Justin’s face into her squishy ass and let out a barrage of gas.

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“Smell good back there?” The teacher asked mockingly as she lowered her legs, pretending to give Justin a chance to speak, only to shove his face back into her ass right as he opened his mouth.

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“Ahhh. You know, you’re not really putting up much of a fight.” the gym teacher said, completely disregarding Justin’s pathetic struggles that have been ongoing since this fight began.

“I suppose you wanna give up now, huh?” Ms. Diaz said as she lowered her legs. Justin, not sure if this was another trick, kept his mouth shut for a moment, “Come on, don’t be shy.”

“Ugh, yes. I give up...” Justin said weakly once he realized that her question was genuine.

“That’s what I thought. I knew you weren’t up to this test of strength.” Diaz replied as she got up off of the poor boy with satisfaction.

“So I guess I’ll have to participate after all. Oh well...” the boy said with disappointment.

“Actually, I have another plan in mind.” Ms. Diaz said as she dragged the mat, and Justin, to the corner of the gymnasium. “Justin, I need you to get on your hands and knees.”

“Uh, okay, but-” Justin attempted to question whatever Ms. Diaz had in mind, but before he could even ask, the lady sat herself onto his back, nearly crushing him under her weight.

“For the rest of this semester, you’re going to be my seat.” the woman said as she sat herself onto the small boy, “Though since I’m not evil, I’ll at least let you stay on this mat so you'll have something soft to land in when you inevitably collapse.”

“But I-” Justin tried to complain, but was once again interrupted by the sadistic teacher.

“Sorry, but your misbehaviour has to have consequences, you know. Now be a good chair and absorb my farts, okay?” Ms. Diaz interrupted, and right on cue, she leaned away from the boy’s face and let out another fart in that direction.

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For the next few minutes, Justin struggled to keep himself from collapsing under Ms. Diaz’s weight, but just as she expected, he eventually fell onto the mat as the weight was too much for him

“Only five minutes. I’m disappointed, but not surprised.” Ms. Diaz said as she grinded herself on poor Justin’s back, “You’re in for a long semester, Justin.”