Cutting Class Part 3 (Patreon)

Ms. Newton's fear was rising, just as she could feel herself dwindling.

The much younger student was now taller than her! Instinctively she took a step back, and nearly yelped as she stepped free of one of her shoes!

"Aubrey. You... you fix me right now..." Her voice trepidatious and wavering, trying to cling to authority as her clothes tried to cling to her form.

The genius girl pondered that; she felt her confidence swell in the face of her device's success. "I think I fixed you perfectly!" She took in the sight of the teacher fumbling about her outfit, trying to keep it in a sense of order. "Oh wow, you're really getting small. I honestly forgot what I set it to, think you'll end up the size of a bug?" Her tone was smug, satisfied, victorious.

The student took a step towards the shrinking woman, and Ms. Newton retreated. It was becoming clear that Aubrey was someone who had no intention of helping her. As she sunk beneath the girl's chin, she felt her underwear begin to glide down her legs. With that, the situation overwhelmed her. "G-get away from me!" 

The teacher whirled, nearly stumbling as her other shoe was kicked free. Her garment' neckline sunk deeper on her chest, the hem of her dress kicked around her ankles, her sleeves bounced around her wrists. In a few steps, her underwear were left behind.

Aubrey couldn't believe how well this going. All the frustration she had felt towards the students at this school, the teachers, everyone - was being unleashed on the shrinking Ms. Newton.

"Uh, no running in the halls, little lady!"

The student followed after the fleeing teacher, confident she wouldn't get far - each step was covering less and less ground after all.