*ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE 18+*
Grant walked into his third period Math class more tranquil than he had ever done before. "Eventful" would be the most lackluster label for the morning he was having, and yet it was the only word which came to mind. Math, however, was a different story. There was no bombshell beauty in this class period. Grant would have fucked almost any girl, of course. But nobody immediately came to mind. And his Math teacher made everything worse.
Mr. Simmons was a 5'5", bumbling, obese buffoon. He was a smarmy little goblin of Math, who derived pure pleasure out of watching humble students fail to solve complex problems. Nobody had ever made an A in this class (a reflection on the teacher's ability to lecture on material, surely), certainly not Grant.
He walked into class and sat down behind his desk. There were a number of options here. With a wave of his hand he could whisk himself to a paradise, skip the class's time entirely, or even fill the place wall to wall with gorgeous models. But this would not be interesting. And Grant wanted the challenge. How to make this short class period an enjoyable time?
Mr. Simmons sat on his stool in the front of the class, beginning to lecture in a high pitched and slimy voice. Grant couldn't even focus on his challenge adequately, for now he was just filled with questions. How could a man such as this even come into being? How did the universe let such a gross individual through the cracks. Mr. Simmons was certainly a virgin, Grant figured. Non-virgins would never step out of the house in a grease stained collared shirt. Plus, he was sort of the village creep around this school. Always watching his female students walk out of class, staring down their blouses, probably fantasizing about their bodies.
Oh! There was a thought! Grant could not think of much to satiate himself here, but it would be a hell of a good time to mess with Mr. Simmons. Several scenarios came to mind. Some of them extremely taboo, probably best not to get too crazy just yet. But some were pretty good. It would start with Grant dismissing the males in class, sending them to wander the halls under some lame excuse. And then he would turn himself invisible. He'd figure it out from there, sort of like playing a video game.
Grant waved his hand, and Mr. Simmons reported to the class that the nurse needed all male students to go down to her office for a scoliosis check (Grant could think of a world of possibilities there alone! But it would have to wait). The boys grumbled and collected their things before leaving class. Except Grant. Who now sat at his desk completely invisible to the naked eye. What a power! Whoever looked in his direction would stare at the wall behind him! This inspired thoughts of flight, laser vision, teleportation. All things Grant would try in time. But for now, the show must go on.
Mr. Simmons continued the lecture as normal to the noticeably bored faces of the now solely female students. Grant had a funny idea about how to go for this one. He waved his hand, and Mr. Simmons had every student line up on the wall, nine people in total.
"Alright class," he started, "how many students are on the wall?"
One of the smarter girls raised her hand confused and answered, "Umm, nine?"
"Correct, nine. And how many titties are there on the wall?"
The girls scowled and many of them had wide eyes of shock. The smarter one raised her hand again and asked, "What the hell does that mean? Its super gross to ask about our breasts!"
Grant smirked, he expected this. Mr. Simmons approached the girl and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her away from the line with a whimper of confusion from her.
"You do not question my authority!" the teacher asserted before pulling the student's shirt up forcefully and grasping one of her breasts. "This is one!" then he slapped the other "This is two!". He tore her plain bra away and then tossed the girl back in line, her small but perky titties jiggling slightly.
The girl, whose name Grant remembered to be Anna, was blushing hard. None of the girls were speaking now after what they just saw. Anna was shaking but... so were her thighs. Was she turned on by this? Grant began to touch his invisible crotch.
Mr. Simmons then said "So what is two times nine?".
Another girl, one who was usually obnoxious, messy, and terribly stupid, raised her hand. "Like, twenty?". She seemed the least affected by the Math teacher's actions. Grant had always stared at her ass, which he thought was pretty fat. Mr. Simmons approached her and swung his arm around her back, before coming up with a tremendous spank, which made her bite her lip.
