Annalise- That Old Time Religion

“Mrs. Reinhold, may I be excused to the restroom?” Danica asked, her half-zipped hoodie slipping off her naked shoulder as she raised her hand.

“Not until you’ve finished your test,” my English teacher replied, barely glancing at the girl through her cat eye glasses.

“But Mrs. Reinhold, please, I really need to go,” the girl whined, her cheeks shimmering in her clean look makeup as she pouted.

“Then I guess you should finish your test then Danica,“ Mrs. Reinhold answered curtly. Danica’s well known reputation as a truant kept the 30-something teacher from budging an inch, causing the rest of my test-taking peers to snicker.

“No getting to second-base with a point guard this period, Danica?” Hailey murmured, scribbling on her test. Her red-haired confidante a desk away giggled, but both were promptly shushed. Danica also had a reputation for being pretty slutty, a rumor not helped by her enormous rack.

“So explain to me again why you’re late, Annalise,” Mrs. Reinhold sighed, turning back to me once more, “some boy in a towel?”

“Robe,” I clarified, though immediately wished I hadn’t. Mrs. Reinhold had little patience for taking guff from her students. “He was doing something in the hall with the…I mean uh Rebecca.”

“Rebecca?”

“I mean, Becky.” I corrected.

“The ball fondler?” My teacher said eerily nonchalant. “You mean to tell me you’re late, because you were watching a boy wash himself in the ball fondler?” Mrs. Reinhold cocked an unamused eyebrow.

“No no, he wasn’t using it, someone else was,” I stuttered trying to ignore the weirdness of this conversation. I heard another judgmental smirk from Hailey coupled by more chuckles from the girls nearby, but they weren’t chastised by Mrs. Reinhold this time given that she was too busy staring at me in disdain.

“Be that as it may, the school Becky is there for our male students’ hygiene, not your viewing pleasure, Annalise, “ my teacher tutted. “Consider this a warning, that getting distracted by boys’ (cough) balls, will not be a viable tardy excuse again.”

“I wasn’t…I,” I started to respond, but Mrs. Reinhold simply directed me to my chair, firmly concluding the conversation and leaving me with the uncanny strangeness of having heard my English teacher say the word “balls”.

“Mrs. Reinhold, I think I need to go to the nurse’s office,” Danica piped up again, hunching her shoulders and rubbing at her thigh. She was really laying her faux discomfort on thick this time. Thick as her dewy foundation and moisturizer.

“And what is it, this time?” Mrs. Reinhold enunciated, adding a particular bite to the word “this”.

“Um,” Danica squeezed her pastel sweatpants plaintively, “I’ve got this itch…um done here.” She gestured to her abdomen, but couldn’t quite meet Mrs. Reynard’s gaze as she did.

“Might be the clap,” I heard Hailey jeer, eliciting more snickers. Danica blushed with embarrassment but didn’t stop nervously scratching at the inside of her leg.

“Could everyone just be quiet!” An irate Tori snapped from the front of the class, “Some of us are actually trying to take the test.”

I had to agree with the frizzy-haired teacher’s pet, but just trying to keep my eyes on the paragraph I was supposed to be I writing was proving difficult as is. It was hard to gather my thoughts when I couldn’t help but think about that incident in the hallway.

“Considering when you were nauseous last week, I found you in the hall with Mitch Yampolsky I think you can wait till Home Room,” Mrs. Reinhold said, not even bothering to stand up from her desk to shut down Danica.

“But Mrs. Reinhold!”

“And since Nurse Johnson didn’t have a record of your string of so-called headaches from the month prior,” the English teacher continued unabated, “you can either choose to go to her now and get a zero, or wait to see her on your own time.”

“But, uh, this time it’s real—I mean—really bad,” Danica self-corrected, moving a hand furtively between her thighs.

“Your choice,” our professor replied sternly.

Not wanting to take the F, Danica quivered in her seat, but did her best to continue writing, her other hand still not extracted from between her legs. Hailey’s material just wrote itself.

“Guess she’ll have to frig herself here,” the motor-mouth Latina whispered. The redhead beside her couldn’t contain her laughter any longer, and I felt some spittle hit the back of my neck from her guffaw.

“Mrs. Reinhold, Hailey and Natalie keep talking,” Tori spoke up petulantly, her big blue eyes glaring back at Hailey as she tattled.

“I was just distracted by Danica’s crotch rot and Annalise creeping on the boys’ balls,” Hailey shot back.

“Hey!” It was my turn to retort, not wanting to be thrown under the bus in the same breath as Danica.

“That’s enough out of all you,” Mrs. Reinhold slammed her desk, “the next person who speaks is getting a D on this test.”

Her threat finally managed to achieve some level of silence, but Mrs. Reinhold’s victory was short-lived.

“Bah, the word of god cannot be silenced, Fair Hoe!”

“Excuse me?” Our teacher spun, looking to her left where another boy I didn’t know was suddenly standing.

His leg wrapped n a cast from some recent injury, he had risen from his desk, supporting himself on an aluminum crutch. He had a goatee that had grown down to his clavicle and his cheeks were dusted with several days of scruff. In addition to his wild hair, his ****-rug stoner hoodie was also oddly long, stretching down his torso till it was past his knees, but from the look of it he wasn’t wearing any pants underneath it.

“You who hold my people in bondage,” the wild-haired boy began to proselytize, leveling his gaze at Mrs. Reinhold. “Let it be known the lord thy god will inflict unending plagues upon this English class until my people go free.”

“Ethan sit down this instant,” Mrs. Reinhold pointed accusatorially.

“No Fair Hoe, this doesn’t end until you let my people go!” And with that he struck the ground dramatically with his crutch.

The class stared at the limping boy, albeit quietly this time, just long enough to forget Danica’s itch.

“FUCK, it’s too much! It’s burning, I’m burning. BURNING UP!” A distressed Danica cried, standing up from her desk to rub at her groin furiously.

“Ha, someone’s got a fire crOAAK?! Fire CROAAKK!? Fire Croak Croak CROAK CROAK!?!” Hailey started to make light of the situation, only for her eyes to widen in alarm as her powers of speech were replaced with croaks and ribbits.

“Why is everybody being so weird today?” Tori rolled her eyes, only to jump in her in her seat unexpectedly. “Ouch! Something bit me!” A small brown bug had crawled out from under her blouse, its six legs clicking as it crawled. Tori promptly swatted the thing, squishing it with her hand, only to have 5 more emerge from under her shirt, crawling up her neck and back.

Turning Mrs. Reinhold’s attention away from the boy, the Danica started to flip out. First crumpling to the floor, she began pressing her bare butt against the cold tile as she’d frisked off her pants and panties. Her genitals, now on display for the whole class, were bright red and seemed to be oozing. Rash-like and gaping, the thing was radiating heat from the tangle of black pubic hair above it to her enflamed taint below. Keeping her legs spread wide, Danica kept lancing her fingers in and out of her boiling slit, muttering more and more curse words as sweat matted her hair.

The heat still not abating, Danica then flipped over and began to rub her sputtering pussy against the cold tile floor, debasing herself like a dog with worms. Suddenly she yipped in alarm! Instantly jumping back on her hands and knees, to present herself head-down-ass-up to the shocked. It was then horror I realized a fire had appeared between the **** girls’ legs, using her black pubes as kindling.

“Behold, for I am the lord thy god,” the girl’s burning bush declared it’s great booming voice causing Danica’s ass cheeks to wiggle and jiggle. Keeping her legs spread, the fire roared in time to the voice, which through the smoke I could see was coming from Danica’s pussy, her labia moving like a sideways mouth. Most everyone in the classroom recoiled at the sight, all except Ethan who managed to limp closer to it in pointed reverence.

“Lord?” He asked, eyes full of tears.

“Go down on me, Moses.”

“Ethan,” the boy clarified.

“Ethan, tis I. The god of Karel, the god of Isaac, the god of Dick,” Danica’s bush continued, “and I have heard the misery of my people in the English class, so I have come to deliver them to the promised land filled with milk and cunny!”

Danica had started crying, the surreality of it all and the inability to control her body taking its toll. In response, her sphinxian lower half simply gave her neck a bored thrust, squishing her face into the floor, and with that the memory of her face from my head.

“Behold, as I have made this girl in my own image, so shall you grow to resemble me, my chosen people,” The burning pubes elaborated, now speaking in a slightly more feminine voice as it turned to present Danica’s new face to the class. A puffy less fiery vagina now where her eyes and mouth should be. “All others will perish in Fair Hoe’s lands until she obeys the will of her maker.”

At this point the floodgates burst open, students started running from their desks, diving for cover and charging the door only to find it strangely locked. I did my best not to panic, but it was bathrobe boy all over again. An impossible event was occurring before my very eyes and my only recourse was to flee from it. I backed away slowly, trying to keep low to the ground and not rouse attention. Others were not as lucky.

Straight-laced Tori was stripping in front of me, throwing off her blouse to reveal a white bra crawling with black and brown insects underneath. In response Hailey’s tongue plummeted to the floor, stretching unbidden from her mouth as the girl fought desperately to stop the torrent of slime now dripping from her mouth.

“Wait please!” she cried out to Natalie, only to watch as the ginger abandoned her friend, running for the door. Tripping over his crutch, Natalie tumbled into a heap, trying to flee as Ethan stood over her.

“Very well, behold my people,” he said, crutch held above Natalie. “I give you the parting of the redhead’s seat.”

“Wait wait wait!” Natalie tried to speak, only to be interrupted by the loud splitting of the back of her pants. Breaching the hole, Natalie’s buttcheeks undulated and popped, preparing Ethan’s way to the promised land.

“Mrs. Reinhold, please, CROAK, make it stop.” Hailey moaned, trying to slurp back her aberrant spittle only to cough up a pair of frog eggs each the size of a fist on to her unfinished test.

“Reinhold…?” Danica’s pussy murmured, turning its flaming head to our beleaguered teacher. “…that’s German,” the orifice said, it’s voice now low and mean.

Hailey’s throat bulged in earnest till a roll of moist flesh surrounded her lower jaw. Straining to keep her mouth shut, Hailey pressed her quivering lips together, only to have her cheeks swell in kind. Her neck expanding like a water balloon, as she finally started croaking up more and more eggs, her previous ones hatching with fully grown frogs.

Tori was similarly disgorging vermin. Biting insects had torn her bra to ribbons, revealing the source of the hive, the teacher’s pet’s elongated nipples. Gnats were wriggling free from the girl’s teats as quickly as her boobs could birth them. Gathering like a cloud around the girl, they began devouring her clothes, causing Tori to squeal and shake as more of the things popped from her breasts. Beside herself Tori just started wailing, frantically squeezing her breasts over and over again, hoping to get the last of the insects out.

“More plagues will follow,” Ethan shook his head, standing over Natalie as he plowed her from behind. The redhead’s hands were locked into position, holding her buttcheeks open, as the boy’s shaft pumped in and out her. Amphibians and insects surged around the pair, descending on their target: our English teacher.

“OHHH DEAR GOD!” Mrs. Reinhold screamed, as the swarm surrounded her, infesting her hair and clothes. Pawing, biting, scratching her skin, and tearing at her pantsuit, Mrs. Reinhold disappeared in a fog of sliding fauna, her limbs flailing wildly as she fell to the floor, her crutch-using student humping ever closer.

“I say unto you Fair Hoe,” Ethan addressed his spasming teacher, frogs filling her pants in time to his thrusts, “let my people go.”

“THEN JUST GET OUT MOTHERFUCKERS!” Mrs. Reinhold begged, frogs licking her ears and insects in her nose.

In response, Ethan looked a bit put out, clearly expecting to turn more girls into plagues, but the doors swung open all the same. I, like many of my peers, bolted, not wanting to wait around to see Ethan’s next trick.

Though the further I ran, the fuzzier my head became, muddying my thoughts and inculcating my memories. as if the strange influence he had on the classroom was still somehow inside me.