Andrew pushed aside all the other teachers. Mrs. Weaver tried to run but Andrew’s arm was too long. She grabbed Mrs. Weaver by the waist and lifted her off the ground. The rest of the teachers frantically called for help on their walkie-talkies, but there was no escape for Mrs. Weaver.
“Tell me how to get out of here.”
Mrs. Weaver smirked. “Make me.”
Andrew gave her a little squeeze. “How’s that?”
Mrs. Weaver gasped for breath, but said nothing. Students and staff streamed into the hallway, staring up at the giantess and her prisoner. Andrew tightened her grip. Mrs. Weaver’s face was turning red.
“You can’t escape,” she gasped. “You won’t get anywhere by…torturing me!”
Andrew’s arms were trembling with strength. He wanted to squeeze harder, but then again, maybe there was another way.
She pulled off Mrs. Weaver’s beige shoes, then tugged at her pant legs. “No! Don’t you dare!” Mrs. Waver tried to hold them on, but she was outmatched. Andrew dragged Mrs. Weaver’s pants off and flung them to the floor. The poor woman kicked and flailed, but that didn’t stop half the middle school from seeing her black lacy panties.
“Oh no, those will have to go.”
“Please, don’t!” Mrs. Weaver’s panties snapped off like a rubber band. She was naked from the ass down.
“How do I get out of here?” Andrew asked.
“I told you, you can’t get out!”
“There has to be a door somewhere.”
“There isn’t!
“Somehow I don’t believe that.” She put her fingers on Mrs. Weaver’s boobs, safe behind her school-appropriate blouse. With one tug she popped off the top button. Mrs. Weaver gritted her teeth.
Andrew popped off button after button, exposing more and more of Mrs. Weaver’s bust, and finally pulling her shirt off like she was a doll. She was blushing from head to toe, hiding her face while her students looked on in shock. Off came the black bra, and Mrs. Weaver’s boobs bounced out for all to see.
“You…you can’t take off anymore clothes,” Mrs. Weaver whimpered. “You can’t get anything out of me now.
“I can think of something else.” Andrew felt strange, but still loomed over her prisoner. “I’m getting out of this game,“ Andrew coughed. “…and no one can stop me.”
Suddenly Andrew shrank. She didn’t seem to notice, but her voice grew higher and her body lost its curves. “I can tickle you to death, or make one of those security cameras shoot you. How’d you like to be small like us, huh?”
Her boobs were almost gone. She and Mrs. Weaver stood eye to eye. “And….and you can’t boss me around anymore, ‘cause if you do I’ll just squish you like a bug, and…and after that I’ll…I’ll…”
Everything was looming over Andrew’s head. Her boobs were flat, her hips were narrow, her hair was short.
“You’ll what?” Mrs. Weaver demanded, hands on her naked hips.
“Meep…”