You follow her into the office. She closes the door after you, her expression strict as she tries to hide her horniness. You note that she doesn't let anything touch her butt, staying standing as she faces you.
"What do you want." It doesn't sound like a question, but like an accusation. She might be slightly shorter than you, but that glare makes you feel tiny usually. Usually.
"Hey Ms. Janett, do you like your students?" It's a pushy question, but you've been fucking with her the whole class period. She doesn't even think for a moment before responding.
"That's a teacher's job." She made it sound obvious, glaring down at him. It makes you a little nervous, but you push on.
"Well, you're not really close with any of us. I mean, I wondered if you wanted to...?" Her eyes are fixated on yours, and you can clearly read that she's hooked now.
"How?" She doesn't even question it. This is a lot easier than you thought it'd be.
"You just look so uptight Ms. Janett. You just need to relax a little, ya know?" She leans in further, intent on your words.
"How?" A woman of many words, you see.
"Just stop glaring at everyone, maybe show some skin, you do wear the same thing everyday." She tilts her head, slightly confused.
"I don't wear the same thing everyday, I have six different track- … I see the problem." She blushes, looking somewhat cute. Her mostly blank expression, a slight red on the checks and a small pout. Encourages you to make her hotter. She starts muttering again, at least the eighth time she's muttered. You decide to put your expansion on hold for a minute and ask, or rather, do.
"I can hear Ms. Janett when she's muttering." She keeps on muttering, but rather than getting louder, you can hear her voice in the back of your head.
"I don't glare at anyone... but do I look like I'm glaring? Is that why all the other teachers avoid me? Is that why all of the students don't talk to me? Is that why nobody dates me?" she's going in a downward spiral fast, and you decide it's time to break it off while she's still unsocial but nice instead of unsocial and unstable.
"Hey, I like you teach. Keep your chin up, crack a smile alright?" You purposely give her a reassuring pat on the back a little low, just skirting the top of her butt.
"You like me?" She looks up with big eyes, or what are big eyes for her. "Even though I'm sixty and a teacher?"
"You sure don't look sixty!" You chuckle, and step closer slightly. "Shouldn't a student like his teacher?"
Ms. Janett gives you a big hug on the spot, and you can feel those tight muscles that were implied to be there. She easily could overpower you, but right now her face is buried in your shoulder. You're not sure if she still mentally sixty, but that might have to do with her apparently loveless life. This is becoming a lot more wholesome then you intended. You came for sex, and became a therapist.
You put a hand on her back and above her butt again, slightly nudging it. Her arm grabs your left, the one by her butt. She pushes back slightly, looking you in the eyes.
"You keep touching my butt." Forward as ever, you're not sure what exactly is going to happen. You shouldn't get any consequences of it.
"I like it." She shoves your hand onto her ass. It's plump, like a pillow, and your hand sinks in. Its not very big, but what's there is some of the best y9ou've ever touched. Which is only out of two, but it's still surprising that it's softer then that mountain of booty you made earlier. But you can make these buns surpass those in every way.
"Ms. Janett's butt will become thicc." The soft, small booty gives way to a massive bubble butt. Ms. Janett's eyes widen as she gives off another "Eep!"
"You're the one changing me..." she seems to be glaring through you again, this time probably actually pissed. You remember she's aware of the changes you make to her. "You made me younger, and made my glutes sensitive…"
"God I love you." she pushes herself back onto you, kissing now. "You told me why nobody talks to me, and now you're sculpting me to be more popular?" Another kiss.