STUDENT PARTICIPATION
by Mrthatoneidiotguy

Brianna Booth's life had been nothing but good once she discovered her mysterious power to shrink anyone she wanted. She had crushed whiny children in her gym class, broken out of prison, and gotten revenge on any teachers who dared challenge her teaching abilities. It seemed like her life couldn't possible get any better, but it somehow managed to do just that.

Ms. Booth's reputation as one of the strictest teachers in the nation became well-known following her success as both a teacher and babysitter. Though her ability to shrink and crush those who disobeyed her was not public knowledge, soon her name was well-known. Advocates for strict teachers used her as a poster child for their arguments regarding the ease of classes in schools. Every class she seemed to teach produced good grades from scared children who didn't want to be splattered underneath her fancy shoes.

This reputation soon became a blessing for Ms. Booth, as she received a letter one day from an esteemed Girls only school in the chilly mountains of Alaska, far away from any civilization whatsoever. The school, known as 'Mrs. Paine's academy for excellent young women' was an isolated community of 18-year-old high school seniors who were being prepared to head on to the world's most advanced universities. No student had ever received anything less than an 'A' in classes at this academy, mostly due to the pure strictness of the teachers and the lack of any outside influence on the student's lives. However, despite the prodigious reputation, Mrs. Paine's school was in trouble.

Apparently, a recent change in state requirements for High Schools had forced Mrs. Paine's academy to feature a gym class for all of its students. Unfortunately, the often rich girls who went to this school were hardly in peak physical condition, and would probably put forth no effort whatsoever in such a class. The education board at Ms. Paine's academy had decided that they needed the strictest gym teacher in the world to teach this new class, so that every student would excel and the school would retain its 100% class completion scores.  Ms. Booth's shrinking abilities had led her to be the gym teacher with the highest success rate in all of the United States, and so she was formally invited to be the new gym teacher at the academy.

Ms. Booth wasn't a big fan of the cold weather in Alaska, but the massive paycheck she was offered to teach there far outweighed the negatives of having to deal with a little bit of frostbite. After all, the school was rich enough to feature excellent temperature control, so Ms. Booth really only had to deal with the cold on her daily commutes. Another bonus to this school was the fact that it was an isolated boarding school for the rich, so Ms. Booth was offered a lovely private condo close to the school grounds. She had to drive less than a mile to arrive at her job destination. Sure, the isolation meant she would have to eat school food 24/7, but she had heard that 5 star chefs prepared breakfast, lunches, and dinners for students and staff alike. She could get used to teaching at this rich district. 

Ms. Booth accepted the offer in an instant, and within a week she was standing in the middle of the largest gymnasium she had ever seen. The school had constructed a massive behemoth of a gym truly worthy of the rich brats attending the school. Large red curtains hung down from the ceilings, almost as if to aesthetically declare the school's superiority over all else. The golden floors were cleaned to such an elegant shine that Ms. Booth could see her reflection on the ground. The scent of fresh spices wafting in from the prodigious kitchen constantly reminded the inhabitants of their incredible meals.

Ms. Booth sat down in her teacher's chair – an eloquent golden seat that could reasonably be called a 'throne'. The school district was certainly putting their best foot forward in welcoming her as a new staff member. Through their generosity they showed the results they expected. Brianna could not let a single child fail this class. 

Most schools have ringing bells that indicate for students to head to class, but this school had hired a staff member whose job was simply to play classical music on a trumpet to indicate a need to travel to the next area. When the trumpet began playing the school's theme, all of the students drifted out of one classroom and into another. Brianna listened to the eloquent trumpet tooting its horn as the velvet doors to the massive gym opened up and a group of students walked in. The girls all wore the newly created gym uniforms, which were just as pricy as the rest of the school. The uniforms involved sleek, bright-red tops with 'Mrs. Paine's academy' written across the breast. Smooth black athletic shorts with small holes in them to allow air to breathe into the legwear wrapped around the girls legs. Everything was designed with perfection, and though only the girls and all-female staff of the school would see the uniforms, they were designed as if everyone in the world were watching.

The class all shuffled up before Ms. Booth and formed rows, with the shortest girls standing in the front and the tallest in the back. They stood as if they were all part of a hive-mind, their hands all folded behind their backs and their eyes all looking into Ms. Booth's. Their faces were devoid of any expression at all. Ms. Booth smiled instantly. "These girls are already this disciplined to begin with… maybe this job won't be so hard after all. I might not even have to squish a single one of them!" she thought to herself.

"Hello class." She said aloud, standing up out of her chair and pacing back and forth across the collection of students. "I am your new teacher, Ms. Booth. As I have been told, your teachers at this academy will accept nothing more than perfection, and you will be severely punished for any errors you may make. I am no exception. Insubordination of any kind will not be tolerated. My punishments will far outweigh those of any other teacher in this school. You cannot imagine what I do to girls who disobey me. Do you understand?"

The girls all nodded their heads three times exactly in perfect unison without a single change of facial expression. They were almost like robots.

"Okay, that's the fancy way of saying it. But I'll be frank up front, they didn't hire me because I'm an English major or have a silver tongue. I'm going to do this MY way, and I'm sure some of you might not be used to this kind of teaching. First things first, let's drop the prissy crap. I'm here to get you all to sweat, and you're all here to sweat. You don't have to be perfect little robots as long as you sweat. Do not be concerned with how you appear while you are sweating, sweating generally isn't very pretty. Fight those instincts of yours to stay hoity and toity and avoid physical activity. You will run in this class.  A lot. Do you understand?"

The girls all nodded their heads three times exactly in perfect unison without a single change of facial expression. They are almost like robots.

"Okay, see? Don't do that. That's really, really creepy. In my class, you are not all robots perfectly programmed to do exactly as I say. You will do as I say, but you will not do so in that way. I want you all to nod again, but this time; do it in your own way. Nod as many times as you want, and don't do it in coordination with the other girls, for god's sake."

The girls all nodded in a variety of different ways. Some curtly nod once, others continue nodding for several seconds. Just like that, their robotic instincts are broken and they become less like perfect girls and more like human beings. They may interact with perfect coordination outside of Ms. Booth's gymnasium, but when they are inside her class they act like normal 18 year old girls.

The going is easy at first. Ms. Booth eases the girls into their physical education by starting off with simple activities and slowly moving on to more demanding ones. She starts off with classes consisting of a lot of walking and little running, and slowly changes the ratio to favor jogging and running after enough classes pass. The girls aren't in the best physical condition of their lives, but they certainly aren't incapable of doing the exercise. The three meals a day that they consume are perfectly prepared to provide just enough calories to satiate the girls without packing on any pounds. All of the girls are different shapes, but none are 'overweight'. Because of this, they quickly adapt to the demanding physical exercise. They all work well in PE and give it their all, often sweating profusely before the class is over. All is well with every student. Well, every student except one.

Stacy was a snotty brat who believed that she was superior to all of her classmates because the family she came from was the richest of all the families in the school. Coming from a multi-millionaire businessman of a father and a genius scientist of a mother, she spent her entire life having things handed to her. She is intellectually gifted and as a result has no time at all receiving the best grades possible in school. She bragged about her money and good grades to all of the girls, and as a result she was a social outcast who all of the other students despise. All of the girls always wanted to give her a good slap across the cheek, and Ms. Booth found that the most energetic activity in PE was dodge ball, because all of the girls would make a massive effort to throw their balls at Stacy. They really, really despised the girl.

Stacy was not only a snotty brat to the other girls, but to Ms. Booth as well. She always complained that PE was a 'waste of time' and refused to do exercises. Ms. Booth tried as hard as she could to straighten the girl out, but try as she might she could never get the girl to do even a single jumping jack. Ms. Booth vowed that if Stacy didn't change her ways soon, Ms. Booth was going to punish her. The punishment wouldn't be as easy as the other punishments that she had administered, however. She had punished people by shrinking them and stomping, sitting, laying on, farting on, and rolling over on top of them. While she could easily do this with Stacy, she considered that this school expected more from her. They expected her to be one of the strictest teachers in the entire world. Ms. Booth would have to design an even more intense punishment for anyone who failed to get a perfect A in her class. There was still time to save this brat from the brink of failure.

One day the final straw hit and Ms. Booth was forced to administer her punishment to Stacy. It was a day like any other; Ms. Booth had begun the class by ordering all of the girls to run around the gym for 5 minutes. It was a 5 minute endurance round of jogging that was intended to pump up the girls for the day's physical exercises. Every girl immediately began to participate in the activity but Stacy. Stacy simply stood still, staring at Ms. Booth with her arms folded across her chest. She hadn't changed from her school uniform into her gym clothes. She was completely refusing to participate at all in the class.

"Stacy, where are your gym clothes? Why are you not running?" Ms. Booth asked, standing up from her seat and approaching the privileged 18 year-old. "You understand that I'll have to punish you, right?"

"Pfft… why would I care?" Stacy retorted with a snotty smirk. "You can't punish anyone. I've been like this the whole year and you've yet to even try to reprimand me. You're easily the dumbest instructor in the entire school. I should call my father and have you fired."

"I haven't punished you yet because I was hoping one day you'd be smart enough to come to your senses and realize how completely ridiculous it is to not participate like this. I was hoping the fear of failing would be enough to motivate you to do your work. But apparently this isn't happening. Aren't you afraid of failure?"

"Nope! If I fail, I'll just get my daddy to sue the whole school. It'll be his millionaire businessman word over yours. You'll get fired and every school in the world will know what a failure you are, Ms. Booth."

"Stacy, you're getting on my nerves. Change into your gym clothes now or I will show you the Booth brand of punishment. And you will NOT like it."

"Make me!"

"Okay, that's it." Mrs. Booth says, approaching Stacy. Her face became red with rage, and she stomped on the floor as she walked.

"Everyone STOP RUNNING!" She shouted, throwing her hands up in the air. Her screaming voice reverberated around the room, bouncing off of the walls and into the ears of all of her students. They all stop dead in their tracks. "I've got a new physical activity for all of us. Everyone, let's go into the locker room."

All of the girls began to walk toward the locker room. Ms. Booth grabbed Stacy forcefully by the wrist and physically dragged her into the locker room. 

The inside of the room reeked of sweat. The girl's school clothes and old underwear are all over the benches, and the whole place is a mess. Ms. Booth didn't mind, she had seen worse locker rooms in her day. She threw Stacy inside of the locker room with Anger. Stacy collapsed to the floor and looked up at Ms. Booth with a scowl on her face.

"You fatty of a teacher! How dare you make me come into this room! I'm telling my daddy!"

"You won't be saying anything for awhile now, little punk. You're about to get punished by Ms. Booth. Class, I want you to take note of what happens to those who disobey me. Have any of your other teachers ever done THIS?!"

The class watched with shock and amazement as Stacy's body began to shrink. Stacy continued ranting and raving at her teacher, her voice getting higher and squeakier as her body shrank and shrank, her vocal chords becoming smaller and smaller. Her voice became whisper quiet as she was reduced to a tiny little girl the size of a mouse on the floor. She looked at the now massive locker room around her and screamed. Her scream was so tiny and insignificant it almost sounded like nothing at all.

Ms. Booth laughed and pointed at Stacy. Stacy screamed as she looked up at Ms. Booth's gigantic index finger pointing at her.

Ms. Booth picked up Stacy off of the ground and pulled up a hard chair inside of the locker room. She set Stacy down on the chair and laughed.

"My punishments are both cruel and unusual." She said with a grin. "Stacy here has been making my life hell for too long now! This is the price of not trying in my class. Classmates, you all hate Stacy too, right?"

All of the girls nodded in unison, not because they were trying to be robotic but because they were all immediately united in their hatred of Stacy.

"Well, now's your chance to get revenge! I've got a new activity that we're going to be doing for exercise here: SQUASH STACY!"

Stacy screamed so loudly on the small chair that you could hear the tiny whisper-like squeal reverberate around the room. All of the girls laughed and clapped at Ms. Booth's declaration.

"I want you all to do me a favor. Exercise as hard as you possibly can inside of my classroom this week, and I'll reward you. Allow me to give you an example. Katherine, come here."

A girl named Katherine stepped forward from the crowd. She was a tall girl with long dark hair who was drenched in sweat.

"Katherine, I saw you running hard out there today. You were really jogging at a great pace. Tell me, how sweaty are you?"

"VERY sweaty, Ms. Booth." 

"Tell me in particular where you feel the most sweat. Where are you really, really wet?"

"Well, it's kind of building up in my butt."

"You've got swamp butt? Really sweaty down there?"

"Yes, Ms. Booth."

Ms. Booth looked at Katherine's rear end and determined that she was right. There was a noticeable sweat stain stuck to the back of her gym shorts.

"Fantastic. I love swamp butt, it means you tried hard today. I'm going to reward you for trying hard today."

"Awesome! What  do I get?"

"Well, here's what I want you to do. You see that chair with little Stacy on it?"

"Yeah."

"I want you to go over there and show Stacy that swampy bum of yours. Wiggle it around in front of the chair, show it off to her."

Katherine obeyed, waltzing over to the chair and dancing her sweaty booty in front of Stacy on the chair. Stacy plugged her nose, the scent of fresh sweat from the giant jiggling booty overwhelming her senses. Katherine's big butt cheeks bounced playfully around as she completed her little booty dance for the tiny girl on the chair. Stacy couldn't help but stare at the two massive blobs of flesh shoving against the tight gym shorts, stains of sweat soaked into the fabric. It was a horrific sight for a small girl such as her.

"That's good, Katherine. Step aside for a moment please."

Katherine obeyed, walking away from the chair. Ms. Booth approached it, leaning over so that her face was as close to little Stacy on the chair as possible. She was somehow managing to combine a sadistic smile and an evil scowl into one facial expression.

"I hope you got a good look at Katherine's sweaty butt, and I hope the whole class did too. As the events of this next week unfold before your eyes, I want you to think about how you disobeyed me. I want everyone to realize that this is what happens when they screw with Ms. Booth. Katherine."

"What do you need?"

"I want you to sit on Stacy."

Stacy screamed from the chair as the class gasped in unison. Katherine tried to hide a smile. She had always wanted to do something like this to the little brat.

"Like, really? You want me to do that? I'll, like, squish her!"

"Good. I want you to squash her into paste. Make sure you get her right underneath your butt so her face gets smashed into the sweat. Don't just sit on her, SMUSH her. I've seen you scowl at her during class. You think she's shallow and annoying. I want you to enjoy it."

Katherine looked around the room at the faces of her classmates to make sure that they weren't totally appalled. It was almost as if she were asking permission with her gaze to enjoy doing what Ms. Booth had commanded her to do. After a moment of consideration, Katherine walked towards the chair and turned her large booty around towards it. Stacy reeled back on the chair, continuing to scream at the top of her pipsqueak lungs.

Katherine's massive butt began to descend towards the chair, trickles of sweat falling off and hitting Stacy in the face. A particularly large sweat drop caused Stacy to fall over, her body laying down in a small puddle of sweat. She was about to get a lot of the sticky fluid on top of her as well.

Many noises could be heard simultaneously as Katherine's tight athletic shorts sat down on the chair in the locker room. A loud and wet "THWAP" could be heard from the sweaty butt hitting the chair, almost like the sound of a water balloon being slapped against a solid surface. Stacy's screams of terror were reduced to muffled moans with a loud squelching noise that reverberated around the walls of the locker room. A slight giggle was heard escaping Katherine's mouth as she felt Stacy being reduced to flat mushiness below her weight. A hysterical cry of laughter was heard from Ms. Booth as she watched one of her favorite students reduce one of her least favorite students to a sweaty pancake beneath two of the biggest buttcheeks she had ever seen.

The classmates all tried to hide their immense smiles, as if the little girl being squashed on the chair would see it and be offended. None of them wanted to admit with their body language that they were really, really enjoying seeing the tiny brat getting a facefull of sweaty swamp butt. While normally the sound of someone's muffled screams being smothered underneath the sweatiest of giant rear ends would send chills up someone's spines, every silent scream was like music to their ears.

"How does your butt cushion feel, Katherine?"

"She's wriggling around and trying to escape, it tickles."

"you can't let them try and get away. Your butt is like the teacher and she is the disobeying student. You have to punish her. Wriggle it around, slam it down on her. Make her wish she never disobeyed in the first place."

Katherine obeyed, grinding her rear on the seat and smearing Stacy's flatness all over. She complimented this with a few juicy booty bounces to smish poor little Stacy even more.

"Alright Katherine, class time is almost over. Let's see a grand finale. What did you have for lunch today?"

"I had the bean burrito."

"Perfect. Why don't you give her a sample?"

"Ma'am?" 

"Fart on Stacy, Katherine. Make this 20 times worse for her."

Stacy's muffled screams somehow managed to increase in intensity so much that they could almost be heard outside the locker room despite having to travel through a thick wall of bouncy, sweaty flesh covered in tight shorts. 

"That's really gross… I don't know."

"It IS really gross. That's why I want you to do it. Really show her why she can't ever disobey me again. You're helping Stacy get an A here."

"I don't know, this is really outside of my comfort zone…"

"Class, cheer Katherine on. Make her confident to do this."

The class slowly began a tentative rallying cry of Katherine's name being repeated, the sound being mostly drowned out by the muffled pleas of Stacy, who was beginning to run out of breath beneath the gargantuan bum.

"Come on, class. Cheer! You wouldn't want to… disobey me… would you?"

The though of being crushed by their fellow peers struck fear into the hearts of all the girls, and they kicked their encouraging cries into high gear.

"Katherine! Katherine! Katherine!" the girls chanted loudly, their voices echoing all across the walls of the locker room and creating a cascade of celebration.

The room soon became a symphony of strange sounds. There was the sound of the girls routinely chanting 'Katherine' like a cult. This was the only noise at first, until a very loud "BRAAAAAP" noise was introduced by Katherine's sweaty buttcrack into the room, the pure stench of her sweaty farts being pressed onto the squashed Stacy. The third sound, and easily the loudest of them all, was Stacy's increasingly loud screams for help as the juicy farts smothered her in stench.

Katherine's butt continued a motorcade of flatulence that seemed like it would never let up. Finally, after a minute of pure farting all over the tiny little victim, her toots finally began to turn into small pockets of gas here and there before she finally finished emptying out the scent of her lunch onto Stacy's face. 

"Stacy's punishment is finished… for today. You may all change, you have been dismissed from class."

The girls all covered their noses as they began to change from their gym clothes back into their school uniforms. Katherine stood up off of the chair, her juicy thick butt jiggling and wriggling with sweat as it stood up off the chair. Stacy watched it bounce away, each step jiggling the cheeks together. Getting squashed by that gargantuan rear end was almost like getting sat on by an elephant. The only difference was that it was much smellier and wetter.

As all of the girls walked out of the room to continue on with their school days, Ms. Booth called out after them. 

"Remember, any star students who do some extra exercising in the class will be the next to get to smash this little brat!"

All of the girls looked at each other as they got out of eyesight of Ms. Booth and burst into laughter. They began to talk about how hilarious it was to see Stacy get gas-faced by their big butted peer. They all began bombarding Katherine with questions about how Stacy felt being smushed by her giant rear end, to which she happily replied. "Like, awesome."

Ms. Booth's new teaching job was going excellently. She was in the process of successfully punishing the only rebellious student in her class, and she had managed to turn the punishment method of this student into incentive for the other students to work harder. She was also happy to get other people to do the crushing for her for once.

The next day Ms. Booth tucked Stacy away in her pocket as the other girls went into the locker room to get changes. They all emerged in their uniforms and Ms. Booth began to make an announcement.

"Hello there girls, I hope you all had a nice day yesterday. Before we get started with our main exercises today I just want to do a quick warm-up. In a few seconds I'm going to count to 50 and I want you all to begin doing pushups. At the end of the 60 seconds, whoever does the most pushups will be rewarded by getting to… play… with Stacy today. Any questions?"

None of the girls answered with the exception of their heads nodding in affirmation.

"Excellent. Everyone get ready… get set… go!"

Ms. Booth watched diligently as all of the girls struggled to lfit themselves off the ground with their scrawny forearms. None of them were able to get very many pushups in within the time limit, if they managed to get any at all, but it was the effort that counted in Ms. Booth's class. The fact that they were actually trying their best was a lot more than Stacy had ever given the class.

"Time."

All of the girls collapsed to the floor, their bodies sweating and their breasts heaving as they breathed in heavily.

"You all did excellently, but the girl who did the most pushups today was Melissa at… 10 pushups."

Melissa smiled lightly, blushing a little. She thought about what she was going to get to do to Stacy… she had always wanted to pound Stacy's arrogant little face in.

Melissa was a kind girl if judged by her outside appearance. She was the shortest girl of the class and had smooth pale skin with short brown hair. She also had large brown eyes, and she wasn't exactly the most voluptuous of girls, as she was rather scrawny. She appeared very fragile and, as a result, she also looked very kind and sweet. She had a sort of smile that left a light rosy tint on her cheeks.

If she were judged by what was inside of her right now, however, Melissa would be a totally different beast. Melissa's mind was ablaze with all sorts of imaginary realities in which she was squashing Stacy's brains out in an infinite variety of different ways. Some of them would even be too graphic to share in this story.

Ms. Booth took Melissa by the hand and led her into the locker room. She pulled the tiny Stacy out of her pocket, who was kicking and screaming as she struggled to get out of Ms. Booth's hands. Ms. Booth set Stacy down on the floor and looked up at Melissa.

"I have a different punishment for Stacy in mind today than yesterday. We're alone, Melissa, so you can tell me without any peer pressure interfering; how do you feel about crushing Stacy?"

"I've wanted to do it since the day I met her, ma'am." Melissa replied in her gentle and kind voice, far too gentle and kind to be saying hateful things like that.

"Excellent. So you don't mind if I make you do a lot of smushing today, honey?"

"Not at all." Replied Melissa with a sadistic smile. "I'd be happy with anything you throw my way."

"Excellent. I've got plans for this little runt." Ms. Booth said as she gave Stacy a slight squeeze with her fingers. The first thing I want you to do is to take one of your shoes off."

Melissa bent over and took off one of her flat sneakers, revealing a brightly colored rainbow short sock.

"That's ironic." Ms. Booth said with a smile.

"What's that?"

"you're wearing a rainbow sock. It kind of looks happy and nice. But it's not going to be doing very nice things today. I don't think Stacy here will find that sock quite as cheerful as you do…"

Ms. Booth dropped Stacy inside of Melissa's empty sneaker. A wide smile spread Across Melissa's face as she realized what she was going to get to do today.

"Melissa, I want you to put this shoe back on. Make this little pest like a tiny bug underneath your giant feet."

Melissa smiled. "Yes ma'am." She said as she slid the toes of her soc k into the sneaker.

Stacy screamed at the top of her lungs as she watched the rainbow socks enter the shoe, the sole hovering above her head.

Melissa settled her foot into the shoe, feeling Stacy squelch underneath her foot. Stacy's face and body crunched underneath her sole, nothing but a flattened little pile of mush in the giantess' foot print.

"Squasssssssh." Ms. Booth said out loud as she watched Melissa's foot sink into the shoe. Melissa giggled as she felt Stacy squirm beneath her toes.

"It tickles." She said to Ms. Booth with a light chuckle. "Bugs aren't this fun to squish."

"You're going to feel that tickle the whole class, honey." Ms. Booth replied. "We're doing jogging excercises today. You'll get this comfy new insole as a reward for your pushups. Enjoy it while you have it."

Melissa stomped her foot on the ground and felt the spongy squish of Stacy's flesh underneath her foot.

"Thanks for the squishy shoe today. It's really comfy."

"Don't thank me for it, you earned it. Now go on and make me proud."

Ms . Booth and Melissa returned to the class and the day's lessons began. Ms. Booth had a devilish training regimen planned out for the girls today. The exercising was not only brutal on the students, but also on Stacy. Stacy had to deal with Melissa's giant foot squelching her tiny body like an ant throughout jumping jacks, jump roping, jogging, and step-ups. Melissa's foot got progressively sweatier and sweatier as the day's activities wore on, only adding to Stacy's pain. The combination of the wet sock squashing into her little face and the horrible stench of sweaty feet created an abhor able concoction of disgust.

Once the exercises were over all of the girls returned to the locker room. Ms. Booth did not skip another opportunity to show the girls what happened to disobedient students. She joined the girls in the locker room and rallied all of them to gather around Melissa.

"Now then, class. Because Melissa did the best job in pushups today, I rewarded her. You didn't know this, but Melissa was given the privilege to enjoy this entire class with a bit of a handicap. Melissa, show them your advantage."

Melissa reached down and took off her sneakers, placing them on the floor. The girls all peered into the shoe, looking at the pancaked little Stacy laying on the floor of the shoe. Melissa laughed and wriggled her feet as she remembered all of the joyous sensations Stacy's muffled screams had graced the sweaty bottom of her foot with.

The girls all reeled back and plugged their noses as the stench of Melissa's sweaty feel drifted out from within the rancid sneaker. They could practically SEE the green stench lines floating outward from the foul object.

"Don't cover your noses; get a good whiff of that stench. Those who don't get A's in this class will end up just like Stacy – squashed, smothered, sweaty, and stinky. And if you think THIS stench is bad… well, we'll make it a little worse just to illustrate my point. Mary, you ran a lot today. How are your feet right now?"

"You don't want to know."

"I DO wanna know.

"Really… really sweaty."

"Excellent. Take off your shoes and socks, please."

Mary obeyed Ms. Booth, revealing a bare foot drenched in sweat. Stacy began to realize what was coming, and her moans and cries for help could be heard from within her shoe.

All of the girls in the room wanted nothing more than to cover their nose to cover up the scent of Mary's feet, which were even worse than those of Melissa's.

"That's great, Mary. Really great. I want you to put that foot inside the shoe. Double its smelliness."

Mary obeyed, sticking her bare foot into the shoe and squashing Stacy's little face underneath her sweaty toes. She wriggled them around a little bit to feel the little brat being smushed underneath her.

"We'll wait a second and let all of your stinky sweat soak into the shoe. I want this to be the most disgusting shoe in the world."

After a small period of the girls watching as Mary pinned Stacy beneath her bare foot, Ms. Booth gave her the O.K. to withdraw her smelly appendage.

"Alright, that shoe smells twenty times worse. But there's a saying here in my class: It can always get worse. Remember that saying when you're thinking that my punishments might not be too bad. Katherine, I have a job for you."

Katherine smiled, standing up out of her chair. Sitting on Stacy yesterday had whetted her appetite for crushing, and she was ready to continue the torture of the little brat she hated so much. 

"What do you need, Ms. Booth?" She asked, intentionally jiggling her sweaty buttcheeks a little bit to indicate that they were ready to have a seat on Stacy if given the command.

"I want you to take off your pants AND underwear. Get completely bottomless."

Katherine was a little confused, but she obeyed nonetheless. She slipped off her shorts and her panties, revealing her beefy legs and massive bare rear. The other girls all covered their eyes, they didn't want to see their classmate naked.

"You ran pretty well today too, Katherine. I know from yesterday that your crack gets really sweaty when you run, does it not?"

"That it does, ma'am."

Ms. Booth picked up the shoe off the ground with Stacy still in it.

"Bend over please."

Katherine obeyed, placing her hands on a bench and bending over, her naked full moon flashing everyone in the locker room. Ms. Booth brought the opening of the shoe closer and closer to the rear. Stacy screamed as the disgusting object she was in came closer to the massive, sweaty crack. Finally, the butt was eclipsing the hole of the shoe and all Stacy could see was Katherine's crack.

"Fart as hard as you can."

Stacy screamed as disgusting stinky air blasting from the moist crevice between Katherine's butt cheeks flew into the shoe, knocking her over with a wave of foul stench. She fell to the ground coughing, the fart continuing onward and onward for what seemed like eternity. As the shoe became more and more foggy from Katherine's rancid green gas cloud, Stacy almost felt like she was going to pass out from the stench. Finally, after a near minute of pure flatulence, Katherine's farts gave out and they started intermittently tooting once again. When Katherine had blown her last bit of air, she put her panties and pants back on her mammoth buttcheeks and the class opened their eyes again.

"Look at your classmate." Ms. Booth said, holding the disgusting shoe up as she displayed it to all of the girls in the room. "She has been squished underneath two of the sweatiest feet in the state of Alaska and now stands in a sweaty shoe filled with Katherine's fart. And do you know what? She's going to spend the night in there."

Stacy screamed out loud, the thought of having to endure this stench the entire night filling her head with nightmares.

"When you come back tomorrow I'll have another competition to determine who will be the next lucky one to get little Stacy to play with as a temporary toy. Her punishment continues in our next class."

As all of the girls walked out, shocked and appalled at the horrors that they had seen inside the locker room, Ms. Booth shouted at them, "Remember to obey! The consequences are disgusting, as you now know!"

When the girls left the room they burst into laughter. Normally they would be in tears after seeing the disgusting sights that their new teacher had just subjected them to inside of that room, but their hatred for Stacy far outweighed any sort of inner morals telling them that this was wrong. They all asked Katherine how she can fart for so long, they questioned Melissa about how Stacy felt as an insole, and they inquired to Mary about how Stacy feels when being compressed underneath her bare toes. They were all excited by the possibility of getting to crush their least favorite person in the next class.