Kat the Brat (loli futa + f/m, dominance, strength)

My name is Roger Thornton. I am - no, I was - a grade school teacher in a small town that might as well be called Middle-of-Nowheresville. It's not a very big community, but enough to warrant the large school complex I worked at, encompassing all ages up to and including high school. My story chronicles the events pertaining to how Kat, a student, came to be the inofficial ruler of the school.

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"All right," I said as the bell rang, "that's it for today. Thank you, students!"

"Thank you teacher!" said the class in unison, some kids already running towards the door.

"Kat," I said sternly, "I want to speak to you."

"Okay, Mr Thornton," said Kat from the back of the classroom, where she was packing her books into her backpack.

Kat was new in class. Her single mom had recently moved to our little town after getting a job at the plant. Kat was constantly acting up; bullying the other kids, pulling their hair, pushing them and generally behaving badly. Her mother had explained to me that Kat suffered from Clegg's Syndrome, a rare hormonal disorder that made her go through puberty already as a small child, causing her sometimes aggressive behavior.

Being a professional, I treated her the same as all the other kids, although I have to admit it was a bit odd seeing her. She was a bit taller than her classmates but that wasn't the strangest part; she had hips, a butt, even pronounced breasts on that small frame of hers.

I was sitting on the teacher's desk, legs swinging down to the floor, a casual look that I hoped would put the girl at ease so she'd listen to me.

Kat skipped up to me, pigtails swinging, her little breasts bouncing beneath her t-shirt. They looked very firm... No. No, you are a teacher and this is a student, no matter if she looks like a little woman.

"What is it, Mr Thornton?" she giggled. Her breasts bounced when she did. My God, was I really getting aroused?

"Kat, I want to talk to you about your behaviour today. You make your classmates very sad when you treat them like that, you know. Hasn't your mother talked to you about how it's wrong to bully people?"

"Yeaaaah, she has," sulked Kat.

"Then why do you do it, Kat?"

"Because it makes me feel good," she chirped.

I blinked. What? I'd have to call her mother and talk to her about Kat seeing a child psychologist. This could very well be sociopathy.

"Well," I said to Kat, "sometimes we have to restrain ourselves and respect the feelings of others. I won't tolerate any more of this behaviour from you, OK? How would you feel if someone bullied you?"

"They could try, but I'd just hit them. That makes me feel good," she chirped.

"Kat, you NEVER hit people, you know that, don't you?"

"But... don't YOU like doing things that make you feel good, Mr Thornton?" she asked, biting her lower lip.

"Not if it means hurting someone else, Kat. It's always wrong to do that."

"I like to feel good aaallll the time," she giggled, caressing her breasts through her clothes and swaying her little hips in front of me.

"Kat, no." I was transfixed by the display and more than a little aroused. "This isn't appropriate!"

She started pulling her t-shirt off, exposing two perfectly perky B-cups with large, erect nipples on them.

"No, Kat, what're you doing? Stop that at once!"

"I don't think you want me to stop, Mr Thornton. Sometimes I let people touch my breasts. It makes me feel good. Don't you like my breasts?" She was fixing me with a gaze so full of deep, wanton lust it broke down all my defenses.

"Yes, I- NO, I mean NO!"

"I want to feel good!" Kat giggled. She licked one of her fingers and started caressing a nipple, moaning with her girlish voice.

"Look," she bubbled, "your thingie's getting happy!" She pointed at the boner-tent in my pants.

"Uh, no, wait Kat," I said, shifting on the desk, trying to hide my predicament.

"I know your thingie makes you feel good," she laughed as she pulled my pants down with surprising strength, exposing my penis.

"Hahaha," she giggled, "why's your thingie so small, Mr Thornton?"

"Uh, wha-"

"Can it make you feel good even if it doesn't get bigger?" she asked while taking off her bell skirt.

There was a huge bulge in her panties. I just gawked.

"My thingie gets much bigger when it's happy, then it makes me feel good! Oh, look," she smiled, "it's getting really happy now!"

As she spoke, an enormous erection rose from her panties. Meat swelling and growing, balls ballooning up grotesquely, until her throbbing glans was hovering high in the air in front of her, leaking pre-cum. She was so small and it was so big, it looked more like a penis with a girl than a girl with a penis.

"My God, Kat! What is this?"

"Let's compare thingies!" she giggled, throwing me down on the floor with curious ease. I was completely dumbfounded.

"The one with the biggest thingie gets to put it in the other one's mouth!" she bubbled.

"I, uh, wait, no!"

"This is so much fun," she laughed

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