The bell rings and Ms. Pregnant goes back to her desk, still muttering to herself. Might be because you're allowed to do whatever, but the consequences are something she has to deal with, creating some sort of backlash. You don't really care though, because you've got another class to go to and a classic to play out.
Hitting the halls, you move quickly to the gymnasium. You sit out to one side as gossip spreads and the friends you don't have discuss their day. Nothing about the miraculous inflatable teacher, so maybe people just view what you do as normal. Maybe more people will start porking teachers. Fun to look out for.
Ms. Janett, the gym teacher in charge of your class, does a quick roll call and assigns the activities. She's in her early sixties and probably looking at retirement soon. Short blonde-white hair and a classic red track suit, you think someone said she was in the military. With how strict she is, nobody doubted that one.
Little Ms. Stickler doesn't seem to mind that you're not doing shit to one side as the other students grumble and get to work. You wouldn't be here if it weren't for the necessary credit to graduate. You already decided that Ms. Janett was the next test subject, namely because going for a student after going for a teacher would be a downgrade, at least until you got a handle on this and the novelty wore off.
Still, while she wasn't eye bleach, Ms. Janett was a fixer up. She was fit and thin as sticks, and might've had leather instead of skin. With her harsh attitude, she definitely had stone instead of a heart. But it was like whack-a-mole, you weren't to those problems yet.
First things first, she needed to loose some years. A modest five to start, since you didn't want her becoming a kid. That tom-fuckery would start going down when you had a solid idea how the fuck this all worked. Sometimes it worked out loud, sometimes it didn't. Maybe it was the focus, maybe it was attuning to it.
Either way, out loud commands so far had a 100% success rate. "Wish Ms. Janett was five years younger."
You watched closely, staring intently as, to the average viewer, nothing happened. Fuck, you were staring and you could barely tell jack shit happened. But she did adjust herself, seeming to stand a little taller. Some of that hair might've changed back from white to blonde. Her tits might've even sagged less, fuck if you could tell.
All in all, not the best use so far. You decide to kick it up a notch for the next test though...