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RR Mayumi Okamoto - Chapter 25
🕑 Added 2024-06-28 21:00:02 +0000 UTCPREVIOUS CHAPTER | START FROM THE BEGINNING
Reduction & Relocation - Mayumi Okamoto
Chapter 25 - Teacher, Teacher
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Someone else had just entered the quickly crowding elevator, but due to the towering women surrounding him, Jaime couldn't see who it was. He caught a flicker of color over the heads of the other women—a flash of auburn red. Then, the circle of women parted slightly to make room for her—a statuesque, fair-skinned redhead who he immediately recognized.
Thick, lustrous hair fell around her fair-skinned face like waterfalls of fire. She was picture-perfect–between high cheekbones, beautifully juxtaposed against her porcelain-pale skin were two full, ruby red lips that carried a permanent smirk.
A considerable chest strained against the fabric of her tightly fitting blouse, bringing to the surface embarrassing memories of his teenage years. Her narrow waist accentuated the dramatic curves of her hourglass figure, leading his gaze to her wide and inviting hips. What a tight skirt…ending just above the knee and presenting her long, toned calves.
“Hello, Mr. Pendergraft,” the green-eyed redhead spoke with a tone of professional power. She looked down at him, her gaze piercing even more intensely than when he was in high school. Her large, protruding breasts, emphasized by her tightly fitted blouse, hovered with authority far above his line of sight. Last time Jaime had looked up at her was in her classroom but this time he was even closer to the floor, making her appear even more imposing.
“Ms. Tierney…” Jaime stammered, his disbelief evident. Why was his old chemistry teacher here? “Please, I didn’t—”
“—I am not in the mood, Mr. Pendergraft.” Ms. Tierney’s ruby red pump struck the floor with a decisive click, underscoring her impatience. “Unfortunately, I really can’t stay long. I have students I need to teach.” Her disapproving sneer cut through him as she looked down her nose. “You know...students who actually have the intellect to pass my classes and the drive to take their academics seriously.”
Ouch.
Jaime sat in the crowded elevator, lost in his own miserable reflections. Every lecture and every study session, his gaze would drift from the important subject matter to the women around him. He’d fixate on their curves, stealing glances down their blouses and he would obsessively admire the stretchability of their tight tops.
Those same women he’d objectified and oggled had been diligently focused on their schoolwork. They took detailed notes, participated in discussions, and aced their exams. While he wasted countless hours daydreaming and staring, they were investing in their futures. They graduated, moved on to prestigious careers, and built successful lives.
Jaime had been fighting the urge since she’d entered his view, but the moment Ms. Tierney’s eyes drifted down to her own cleavage, Jaime’s weakness commanded him to do the same. A dainty finger and thumb plunged down and her huge breasts reluctantly made way. She spent a heartbeat searching the depths, and Jaime recalled how distracted he’d been through the entire school year. How could anyone in that class have focused on Chemistry with tits like those just begging to be ogled?.
Her hand emerged from her cleavage, pinching at the corner a small piece of paper that had been folded over several times. It looked old and tattered; its stay between her mammoth breasts had clearly taken a toll on it, but the paper appeared most affected by the passage of time.
Ms. Tierney unfolded the paper with deliberate care, her eyes lingering on it for a few moments. A wistful smile played on her lips, as if she were reminiscing over an old photograph. Jaime, on the other hand, felt the blood rushing to his face and his stomach doing flips.
Was that really what he thought it was?
Did she really…save it?
Ms. Tierney turned the paper, but not towards Jaime. She turned it toward his step-sisters and step-mother. Her eyes glinted with satisfaction as the other three women scanned the page glinting with satisfaction. One by one, they smirked with unmistakable amusement and Jaime’s face flushed with shame.
It was Mayumi’s turn next. After reading the paper, she offered the closest thing to a positive response Jaime could hope for—a sympathetic yet bemused expression and a gentle squeeze of Jaime’s tiny shoulders as she pulled his back against her hips.
It was finally time…Ms. Tierney turned the tattered paper to face Jaime. It didn’t matter that he knew what it was. It still stung just the same, if not more with the passage of time.
The single sheet in Ms. Tierney’s hand was Jaime’s final exam from her chemistry class. On the page was a single question. The whole page was chicken scratch–some poor attempt at solving the problem that all the other students around him seemed to complete with ease. He remembered the day of this test perfectly. He’d barely gotten any sleep the night before, having to run some ridiculous errand for Wendy and one of her daughters.
Ms. Tierney squatted down with grace and impeccable balance, her pencil skirt straining as her thick, creamy thighs pressed together. It was a loooong way down for her to go. She was so much bigger than him. He shook in the presence of her feminine beauty…her thighs even thicker from squatting…the cloud of her fragrant perfume. Her upturned eyebrow and most attention grabbing of all, her huge breasts on full display.
“Do you remember this?” She asked, the tip of her red pen drumming loudly against the tattered paper. She pointed toward the letter grade etched in red onto the paper next to his sloppily written name.
The teacher’s mark read 59 in bold red marker.
“Do you remember begging me to give you that extra point?” Ms. Tierney asked, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. She leaned in even closer and her towering figure cast a long shadow over Jaime. “Do you remember telling me you were on academic probation? ‘I’m doing so good in my other classes, Ms. Tierney. If I fail your class, I’ll lose my scholarship, Ms. Tierney. I’ll have to drop out of university, Ms. Tierney.’” Ms. Tierney’s impression of Jaime’s begging became more exaggerated as she continued, and Avery burst out into laughter.
Ms. Tierney folded Jaime’s failed exam and tucked it back deep between her breasts. “Do you remember all that, Mr. Pendergraft?”
Jaime nodded, looking up at the big, beautiful woman who had held his fate in her hands…and destroyed it. Her voluptuous figure loomed over him, her large breasts almost at eye level, making him feel even smaller and more insignificant. Her lovely face became blurry as his eyes clouded over, but Mayumi delicately wiped away his tears.
Ms. Tierney's smile widened, clearly relishing her power. “You even got a bit angry, didn’t you? That was quite rich. You went so far as to say that chemistry wouldn’t have any meaningful impact on your life…and that I should just give you the extra point. You remember that too, right?” She nodded condescendingly along with him, her smile growing even more triumphant as she saw his humiliation deepen. Jaime felt utterly intimidated, the weight of her authority and the physical presence of her imposing figure crushing his spirit even further.
“Chemistry is the study of matter. I wouldn’t expect you to remember this but what I tell all my students is that I like to think of it as the study of change.” Her green eyes drifted down his bare torso and landed atop his now flaccid penis. Those big, pouty lips smirked with satisfaction and victory. “And it looks like you’ve changed a lot, young man.”
Jaime felt the immense weight of his Japanese guardian’s hands lifting from his shoulders and then one of those giant hands entered his peripherals. He twitched and shivered as Mayumi’s large fingers encircled his soft cock, best they could considering how small it was. All it took was two or three pumps and he was instantly, non-consensually rock-solid once again. Just a moment ago, he was ready to cry over being taunted for his shattered life at the hands (and the breasts) of his former professor…and all it took was a few half-hearted pumps of his penis to have him thrusting his hips into Mayumi’s hand.
“Eww!” Avery gagged. “Don’t let him finish; he’s not allowed to do that when we’re around, right Mom?”
“That’s right, sweetheart.” Wendy crossed her arms and nodded her head. “Not in my house and not in this elevator either.”
“Tell Miss Avery and Miss Wendy not to worry, Jaime. ” Mayumi purred, more breath in Jaime’s ear than language. Jaime was in a sex-crazed daze where everything outside of Mayumi’s soft, smooth palm didn’t exist anymore. He just wanted to feel the velvet of her perfect skin continue to rub against his tiny shaft and swollen cock head.
“Tell them I’m not going to let you finish.” With that, Mayumi opened her fist, releasing Jaime’s little cock. He immediately began whimpering and spasming in frustration as he tried to put her hand back. After realizing he had not anywhere near the strength to control her hand, Jaime tried to take over. His hand was so much smaller and less pleasurable than Mayumi’s but it would have to do. Mayumi wasn’t allowing that either.
“No, Jaime.” She pulled his hands away from his aching, pulsing dick. Her heavy hands returned to his shoulders, gently squeezing them in reassurance. “Hands at your sides. Ride it out. There, there. Good boy. It’s so important that you don’t release it.”
“Yeah, you dweeb.” Ashley sneered.
“Don’t you know, dumb-dumb? That’s where our power comes from.” Avery giggled. “The power that you give us.”
“Your sisters are smart, Mr. Pendergraft, “Ms. Tierney said. “I would remark on how different you look.” The red-head’s tone was flat as she rose back to her full height and rejoined the women all looking down at him. “But I’m starting to really believe that this is who you’ve always been..”
Ding!
The elevator doors opened again briefly and then resumed its trip down.
Jaime felt the imposing weight of Mayumi’s heavy yet dainty hands lifting off his shoulders. He winced, expecting to feel another painful yet pleasurable pump around his cock but nothing happened. He looked up to see her hands had returned to their sides, but they were out of reach. The poor naked boy no longer felt the Japanese Goddess’s hips at the back of his head…instead he felt her thigh.
He was shrinking even more!
“I think Chemistry had a larger impact on your life than you thought it would.” Ms. Tierney said with a victorious smirk.
“Jaime?!”
The tight ring of women around him expanded just enough to allow the newcomer.
Jaime's heart skipped a beat as he looked up at the new woman standing before him, next to Ms. Tierney who couldn’t have possibly looked more satisfied.
“Chelsea?” Jaime whimpered.
Jaime's heart skipped a beat as he looked up and saw Chelsea standing before him. She started as a study buddy but after somehow mustering the courage to ask her out, Chelsea became his college girlfriend. But now the Gothic Goddess towered over him with a commanding presence. She brushed her raven black hair out of her face, the strands glistening like silk against her uniformly pale skin—somehow even more pasty than the untanned portion of Avery’s ass cheek he’d been sucking on earlier.
Colorful gel bracelets slid against her wrists as Chelsea’s pasty white arms crossed, resting heavily on a revealing black tank top that clung to her thick, curvaceous frame. A black-and-white checkered skirt hung several inches over her knees, showcasing a tantalizing stretch of chubby, moon-light pale thighs. The paleness continued to her knees and calves, finally terminating into a pair of jet-black combat boots. She’d worn outfits similar to this one when they were together. Her large, expressive eyes, caked with wing-tip mascara as usual, carried a degree of sadness.
“You and I were supposed to graduate together,” Chelsea began, her voice trembling. She still had that speech impediment that Jaime found so adorable. Still, as appropriate as the adjective was for Chelsea, it felt strange using it to describe something intimidatingly huge. “We were supposed to graduate and start our lives. My dad was going to give you a job with his company, and we were going to get the hell out of town and live happily ever after.
Jaime swallowed dryly. He remembered their dreams. Their plans.
But then…”
Chelsea reached for the folded final exam in Ms. Tierney’s hand and the professor handed it over with a satisfied smirk. Chelsea’s huge breasts strained against the fabric of her black tank top, rising and falling with her agitated breaths as she looked over Jaime’s failed exam, her cute face distorting into disgust. Her eyes turned to daggers pointing at little Jaime so close to the floor.
“…you failed Ms. Tierney’s final. It was so easy…and you failed it. And that made you fail her entire class, which took away your scholarship.”
Jaime felt a wave of nausea wash over him. How could he have let her down so badly? He looked up at Chelsea, who now seemed more like a goddess than a peer. He remembered cupping those bare thighs with his hand, and now they each resembled tree trunks, each one larger in weight and diameter than his entire body. Her ethereal beauty that made him feel even smaller and more insignificant.
Chelsea handed the paper back to Ms. Tierney, who folded it up and stuffed it deep into her cleavage. Etched upon her face was a triumphant pomposity, engraved deeper into her expression than the ‘59’ on his exam.
“You had to drop out,” Chelsea continued, her voice heavy with disappointment. “I graduated without you, and I had to move on with my life.”
Jaime's eyes welled up with tears as he looked up at Chelsea, being forced to remember the future he’d lost. Her disappointment cut deeper than any punishment his stepmother could give or humiliating treatment his evil stepsisters could bestow, and her towering presence only magnified his sense of failure.
With a burst of energy that surprised even himself, Jaime broke from Mayumi’s grip and darted towards Chelsea. He felt an enormous hand graze his waist, but it thankfully slipped off. He closed the gap quickly and wrapped his arms around Chelsea’s left thigh, hugging it to his naked body like a tree trunk. Her thigh was so thick that he almost couldn’t wrap his arms around it fully.
“Chelsea, I’m so sorry! Please take me back! Please get me out of here!” Jaime cried, his voice choked with misery as he nuzzled against her bare thigh, his tears smearing against her smooth, creamy skin.
From his vantage point, Jaime looked up, his cheek firmly planted against the cushion of her thigh, his eyes pleaded with Chelsea. Instead of sympathy, she rained upon him a mixture of disgust and anger as her lips curled into a sneer.
“Oh my god, get off of me!” she shouted, her voice cutting through his pleas like a knife. She kicked her leg, trying to shake him loose and as the bountiful flesh of her thighs quaked. Jaime’s grip only tightened, his naked body trembling against her thick leg. Chelsea’s movements grew more excited, her frustration palpable. Suddenly, with a forceful twist of her wide hips, she spun around and Jaime, having not let up on his grip in the slightest, found himself face-first, pressing deep into the plush cushion of her Chelsea’s huge, round ass cheek. The softness of her ass enveloped his face and the scent mingled with an overwhelming sense of humiliation.
The warmth and softness of her massive cheeks contrasted sharply with the cold reality of his situation. His tears mixed with a hint of sweat on her skin, and he could hear her voice, now laced with disdain, above him.
“You’re seriously so pitiful I can’t even stand it!”
Chelsea’s checkered skirt was just short enough for Jaime’s face to slide in underneath and just long enough for it to flutter back over his head, trapping him in and against her bulbous ass as if he and her ass cheeks were sharing a mall photo booth. His nose continued to poke and slide against the Gothic Goddess’s cheeks as she shifted to avoid him, and his face momentarily sunk between the fleshy orbs of soft fat layered over strong muscle. Jaime’s paint would peak when Chelsea stumbled backward, forcing the back of poor Jaime’s head into the hard surface of the wall. His face had nowhere to go but directly forward and into her soft bare bottom.
Jaime’s nose wedged so deeply into Chelsea’s crack that he could literally feel against his nose the tiny teal g-string buried in her ass. Unlike Avery, Chelsea wanted no part of Jaime slobbering over her butt cheeks or nuzzling into her asscrack which somehow made his predicament even more humiliating. After all this commotion, Jaime finally lost grip on Chelsea’s thigh and flew out from under her dancing skirt, landing in a pitiful heap on the floor. The floor had been cold against his bare feet but with his entire naked body in contact, Jaime could feel his body temperature plummeting.
Her skirt fluttered as she collected herself, giving Jaime one more view up her skirt–and he fixated upon that glorious teal triangle between her thick thighs for as long as he could. The undersides of her jiggling cheeks…so full and bountiful. But now she was stepping back, joining the other women and staring down at him with pity and contempt. Jaime scolded himself for providing more evidence to every woman in that elevator, scornful or giggling, how pathetic he was–how enslaved by his own desires he’d become.
“I have a husband now…and children…and a career. I have a life, Jaime.” Chelsea said down to him, her voice dripping with disgust, “And even if I didn’t, look at you.” she spat, her words dripping with contempt. “You’re a pathetic loser. You had every chance at success. Every chance with me. And you threw it all away.”
Jaime’s heart sank deeper as he reflected on how far he’d fallen. Just a moment ago, he was literally clinging with pitiful desperation to the woman who had once been his equal. Her body towered over him, every curve a reminder of the life he had squandered. The sensation of her plush flesh against his face was both intoxicating and shaming, a physical manifestation of the chasm that had opened between their lives. He felt utterly defeated, his tears and pleas met with only her disgust and the undeniable truth of his own failures.
Jaime climbed back up off the floor, but now he only came up to Chelsea’s kneecap. He could barely reach for the hem of the skirt that had only moments ago surrounded his face. She had to hold her breasts back as she bent at the waist to continue talking to him. Jaime stared at them longingly.
Ding!
The elevator doors opened again briefly and then resumed its trip down.
“You’re nothing. You don’t compare to me…to any of us..you’re…” Chelsea trailed off, turning her head to look at who just came in the elevator.
She was big.
She looked tough.
“...who are you?” Chelsea asked her.
It was the first woman that Jaime didn’t recognize. At least not at first.
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