Tiff Crust Meaner Version

You're walking down the hall to your class, calm and early as usual, when suddenly your books are slapped out of your hand and thrown the ground roughly "Oh I'm sorry, were you carrying those?" A nosy voice jeers to your side belonging to the school bully and one of the two popular queen bees of the school, Tiff Crust, a punkish and stylish girl wearing a flashy outfit consisting of black tanktop, black fingerless gloves, dark magenta shorts with a black belt, black and white striped stockings/socks, the girl may be extremely short, barely reaching past your waist, but she's freakishly strong and bruttish, not to mention the punk shortstack has a nice figure, with perky breasts and a heavy ass to acenttuate her wide hips and thick thighs complete her pear figure "What are you lookin' at, nerd?" She asks with a growl

"Hey whats that you're carryin'?" Tiff's nosy voice comes from behind suddenly, and before you can react the bully has already swiped the bag you're carrying in your hands, the tiny menace always does this, every you're getting your dirty clothes out of your locker she swipes them away and you don't see most of them ever again other than some that reappear in your locker days later "Ugh, look at all this drab, lemme do you a favor and get rid of this trash for ya, okay?" The punk shortstack says with a cruel teasing smirk after taking one look at the contents of the raggedy bag, playfully swinging it from side to side as though you were friends and she was doing you a favor, but you two had never had a single friendly chat of course, you just so happened to be the shortie's favorite bullying victim

"Who d'ya think you are to keep me waiting, chump?" Tiff fumes, both arms crossed under her breasts, anger exuding from her tiny body, the punk rock girl is wearing her usual flashy outfit consisting of black tanktop, black fingerless gloves, dark magenta shorts with a black belt, black and white striped stockings and her signature magenta cat-eared beanie that cuts off her eyes in a permanently angry and impatient look, she also wears a grungy ammount of black mascara and makeup to complete her pissed off punk girl look, despite her striking looks and harsh glare though the girl is extremely tiny, barely reaching past your waist but with perky breasts and an ass and waist that would look nice and big even on a girl double her size "So, are you going to apologize or are you gonna keep ogling me, nerd? Cause if its the latter this date is gonna end right now with you stuffed inside a trash can" The shortstack threathened with an angry growl, cracking her knuckles while giving you a threathening look. Tiff had decided to 'give you a chance' as she put it and called you on a date for reasons you could not understand, her and her sister Britt were stupidly rich and basically owned the school on account of their parent's generous 'donations' they ruled the school and its students with their sense of style, their money and Tiff's bruttish strength, she could have anything, so why did she invite out you? The nerd that was her favorite target and she bullied everyday? You didn't know, did she want a token boyfriend to control? Or something more genuine?

After a long boring day your final class comes to a close, and as your teaches leaves the room you go to pick up your things in preparation to leave and get some sweet freedom. However as you go to do that you watch as the school bully, Tiff Crust casually walks up to you and hops on you to sit on your lap, wriggling her butt casually in her new seat as a couple of her groupies giggle mockingly away from you, her butt feels nice and perky on your crotch, not too soft and not too hard, it slowly molds to your shape as you feel her soft warmth envelop you, although the girl herself is petite and fits nicely in your chest, her head right below yours, her massive butt easily envelops your entire crotch and then some "Hey you don't mind if i take a seat do ya, nerd? My fat punk ass needed some rest and your worthless self looked like a nice seat!" She giggles, turning back to look at you with a smirk as she wiggles her butt again dead set on teasing you and trying to make you embarass yourself. Her face is so close to yours that you can see every detail of her soft and well treated face, every perfect inch, every heavily decorated spot of her eyes and lips with her grungy black make up, all framed by her cruel grin of perfect white teeth and her cute cat-eared beanie that hides half of her eyes giving her a permanent annoyed expression, her high quality top and thigh highs feel incredibly soft to the touch and you can feel her tiny string panties under her pink skirt. Even her perfume tickles your nose with how close she is, it is powerful and expensive, just the kind of thing a rich brat like Tiff would use, the heavy scent of leather and smoke making you feel as dizzy as the feeling of her thick thighs and derriere grinding against you.

"What are you doing here, nerd?" Tiff Crust asks with a huff from slight exhaustion, seems like your tiny punk bully is following you even to the gym, she's sweaty from her training, droplets of sweat running down her tiny curvy body and soaking her clothes, she has her usual cat-eared pink beanie and black tanktop but she has switched her pink shirt for black a pair of black exercise shorts. But why has she switched gyms? And why to yours of all places? "Well? Are you going to keep ogling me or are you going to work out, nerd?" She asks impatiently, tapping her foot down sternly against the floor, barely did you know she wanted the chance to ogle and smell you mid work out "And by the way if you tell anyone where i work out, you're dead meat" She warns sternly, her eyes narrowing at the dangerous threat. No way she'd let her posse follow her here or the school theorize about why she changed gyms, she was queen bee and that wasn't gonna change any time soon

"What are you doing out here, you stupid nerd? sob party's over, g-go home sob" Tiff sobbed silently, sitting on the ledge of one of her luxurious house's balconies the shortstack punk was always bullying you but truth be told now you kinda felt bad for her, her and her cousin had invited the whole school to a luxurious party at their house while their parents were out, no doubt to make themselves even more popular than they were, but the only student they hadn't invited, Jenny the robot, wasn't quite happy with that, and short story's short, the party was ruined, their entire house was covered in viscuous smelly ink and everyone had left jeering for the crust cousins, you had followed the short bully after you spotted a tear in her eye, and now you were here "I-I said, w-what do you want, n-nerd!?" She screamed at you with anger, trying to keep her tears at bay, but by the trails of ruined make up running down her cheeks and with with how red her eyes were it was clear what she was doing, her curvy body trembled with barely contained sobs as she glared at you, trying to get you to leave with sheer intimidation, though it was ruined by her ruined make up and the fact she was covered in ink "D-Do you want to see me cry, is that it? sob w-well tough luck, cuz i don't c-cry!" A lone tear escaped her eye while she desperately tried to not let herself be vulnerable, some snot beggining to run down her nose that she desperately tried to bring back up with an ugly and violent snort

"W-What the hell are you doing here, nerdtron?" Tiff snarls at you with a beast-like anger, though her massive rage is just made sliiightly less threathening by the fact she is holding a pair of your dirty, musky underwear close to her chest protectively and the fact she was pantless, with one hand still deep in her cunt, the ground wet with her sticky femcum. It was only by pure chance that you had forgotten something in the classroom and came back to get it, only to find Tiff masturbating with your dirty underwear in YOUR table, how had she acquired it? Why was she even here? "Get out, idiot! And if you tell anyone about this I-I'll kill you!" Her threats really didn't have any bite when she was sniffing your dirty underwear