A strong lesson (short story)

A strong lesson, by Gwahar

Jenny was in shock when she arrived to the classroom, generally her class was really rowdy but now they were all doing chores. She saw students cleaning the floor, making sure the desks were in rows and even hanging new posters on the walls.

“Did the principal make another one of his threats?” she asked to one of his friends, who looked at her and then handed her a rag while he kept cleaning his desk.

“Oh Jenny, you are back from Italy, there is no time to explain” the boy said and kept tidying his desk up. Jenny was about to ask another student but she was interrupted by a yell.

“Miss Sawyer is coming!” one of the students yelled and everyone went back to their seats, including Jenny who was now very confused. Miss Sawyer was the mousy teacher that somehow got assigned the rowdiest students in the school and usually they had some fun before listening to their teacher.

Then Jenny saw a woman enter the classroom and her jaw dropped, instead of a slouching and timid teacher she was used too she saw a confident a strong-looking woman. Her muscular arms were quite large, her toothpick legs now were shapely and her cleavage and abs could be seen on her blouse.

“Nice to see you understand how we do things now” Miss Sawyer said in a husky voice, satisfied by how her students were behaving. Jenny still couldn’t believe, they used to mock their teacher’s nasal voice but now she talked in a sexy and mature voice.

Miss Sawyer turned around and when Jenny noticed some students began to chat she decided to ask a classmate what happened.

“Is that Miss Sawyer? She looks so strong” Jenny asked the student next to her while she looked at Miss Sawyer’s glutes sway side to side as she wrote and she could swear she could her the seams of her pants struggle to contain her shapely thighs.

“Well, Mr. Green had an accident and the school put Miss Sawyer in charge of PE, we thought it was going to be another free period but she took it real seriously and she seems to be a workout prodigy or something” the student explained, making sure to check that their teacher was still focused on writing.

“There is no way someone can get that buff by just doing PE” Jenny said in disbelief.

“It’s true, I still remember when she crushed an apple with her bare hands to make some juice” the boy told his classmate.

“That’s nothing, remember when she crushed Bob’s cellphone because it rang in class” another boy said, still remembering the crunching sounds of the phone as Miss Sawyer crushed it with her strong arms.

“Ok, time to pay attention” Miss Sawyer said and everyone stopped talking. On the board there was a drawing of a muscular arm with the message “arm muscles anatomy”.

“As you can see the arm is quite complex but why look at a drawing if we have the genuine article” the teacher said and flexed her arm. Her arms looked big and defined as peaks bulged out of her arm.

Jenny and her classmates could just stare in awe at the casual display of power, her arm growing bigger and bigger as the seams of her blouse were starting to come off. It seemed like she would never stop flexing until Jenny’s phone began to ring.

The scared girl frantically turned off her phone but it was too late, Miss Sawyer was looking at her.

“Jenny, Jenny, Jenny” the woman murmured as she began to walk towards the girl’s desk, flexing her pecs. When she was next to Jenny, all the girl could see was Miss Sawyer’s looming torso and the straining buttons of her blouse.

Without a single word the woman lifted Jenny and her desk and brought her to the front of the class. After she was put down all Jenny could see was Miss Sawyer rippling back and bulging arms that were bursting out the teacher’s blouse.

“I do not tolerate any troublemaking but since you just came back I’m going to keep you close to show you how things are now” the teacher said and all Jenny could do as nod, knowing her troublemaking days were over.