The Inspector Arrives

Gina watched as the sleek looking coupe pulled up in the parking space next to the school entrance, the faint sound of the engine purring away to nothing though the thick office windows as the occupant switched off the engine. She bit her lip as she waited for the door to open, heart pounding as she waited to see what tactic they would need to employ to get through the day. For once, she was actually, genuinely nervous.

She had changed into something at least marginally presentable for the meeting; the suit she had quickly slipped in to merely made her look like a pornstar dressed as an office worker, rather than her usual fuckslut attire. Cleavage wobbled, buttons heaved, and the skirt she wore looked like it was painted on, but it was the most professional a woman with her form could ever hope to manage.

What were they in for?

Oh, the governors, the old boys, even the sponsors were easy enough to deal with when they dropped in for a visit. They were men after all, and none of them were immune to the pleasures of the flesh that the establishment could provide on the occasions they “just happened to be in the neighbourhood” and “popped in to check on things”. After a few hours around the grounds with a suitably proportioned, attired or gendered student guide - some of those old boys were, not suprisingly, rather deviant in private - they were taken home by their drivers in a dazed fug of pleasure, having happily agreed to whatever paperwork the Head put infront of them this time.

But this was different. The Inspectorate was notoriously diligent, and even schools as secluded or connected as theirs were not immune to a withering report. They’d tried to put it off, of course. Calls has been made to contacts. Favours called in from well-placed alumni’s. Even threats of revoking favours to some of said old-boys. But it was no good. Some new blood was in the system, noticing that the last inspection was over 20 years ago. And like a dog with a bone, someone had made it their personal mission to make sure the next one happened as soon as possible.

Gina tapped her heel on the floor nervously as she watched the car door open silently and a figure began to emerge. Her well-trained eyes immediately scanning the occupant as they peeled out of the seat to stand upright, trying to gain some clues as what they were in for.

The kitten-heeled shoe that had stepped out onto the gravel told Gina that “they” were infact, most likely a “She”. Damn, that likely ruled out throwing Lana or Sanddy at the problem and having things wrapped up by 10.00am sharp.

The Supply head’s mouth dropped a little as she watched the figure straighten up, then suddenly be replaced by a huge ass as she quickly turned to retrieve something from the passenger seat. Gina was stunned for a moment as she saw that the Inspector was clad in an ill-fitting, honest-to-God Tweed pantsuit. Where the fuck had they found this one?

The Inspector straightened up again and Gina could see her a little better, but it didn’t really improve things. All she could really tell was that their visitor was possibly a little taller than average, if her height next to the car was anything to judge. The way she held her files up against her chest as she clumsily bum-bumped the door closed, combined with the atrocity of an oversized blazer, gave nothing away about the rest of her figure.

All Gina could see clearly was that her dark hair was severely pulled back into a donut-bun, and she pushed a pair of thick rimmed glasses up her as she squinted at the School entrance.

“Fuck” she swore to herself. This was Bad.

Walking out of her office, she pulled out her phone to call Ian and make sure he was ready. It rang for a few moments before connecting, but instead of a "Hello", Gina was greeted by the unmistakable sound of a gigantic penis being extracted from a very eager throat.

“Ian?” Gina asked, rolling her eyes as she walked.

“He's busy!” snapped Laura from the handset, her irritated tone only mostly masking the sound of a wet handjob being given.

“Laura? For God’s sake!” Gina exclaimed, heels clicking on the hardwood floor as she approached Ian’s office “What are you doing there?”

“My boyfriend’s...hmmmgh...giant dick just got even...*blarch*... bigger. The fuck do you think I’m going to do?” Lara retorted, the words interrupted occasionally by wet, worshipful noises.

Pushing the door to Ian’s office open Gina, was not at all surprised at what she saw. Ian was sat in his chair with Laura kneeling between his legs, both hands fisting his hrobbing fuckmuscle. Her timing was perfect, arriving just as a long streamer of precum burst out of his shaft to rope up toward the ceiling.

“The Inspector is here! Leave him the fuck alone for five minutes and we might all just keep our jobs!” Gina ordered, glaring at the overstacked PE teacher who had turned ot meet her gaze just as the long streamer splatterd back down to land across her hair and features.

Laura met the glare for a few moments, not all all fazed by the gooey lube landing on her. Relustantly, she relinquished her her grip on Ian’s saliva-soaked fucktool and began to stand up. As she passed Ian’s head she whispered something in his ear that made his eyes bulge, before turning around and slowly walking back toward Gina. She made an extra show of wiggling her ass at Ian as she moved, and her lips cracked into a smirk when he let out a low grunt and another long blast of prejizz rocketed out of his throbbing fuckcannon to arc across the room and splatter onto her firm asscheek.

“Nice shot babe!” she purred as she looked over her shoulder and winked at Ian, before turning back to fix Gina with a pouty stare. “You owe me for this” she snapped, narrowing her eyes at the other teacher before making her way off to the gym and her first class of the day.

“Get dressed, quickly!” Gina hissed as Ian as he muttered some platitudes of “Laura being Laura”, distractedly looking out past the doorjam as he hurried to get himself stuffed back into the specially provided trousers.

The sound of footsteps echoed toward the office, and Gina's eyes widened in anticipation as she saw the Inspector at the far end of the corridor. “Shit! Ok, she’s here! Sit there and be normal!” Gina instructed Ian as he got himself properly dressed and sat back down, wincing a little as he landed in the pool of precum that had formed on his chair.

The Head of Supply swept out of the office and down the short corridor to Reception, where thankfully the receptionist had stepped away and so wasn't stunning their visitor with her mandated Latex Day outfit.

“Hello! I’m Gina, Head of Supply! We spoke on the phone?" Gina said with as much confidence as she could fake as she approached, catching the Inspector looking away at the grand decorations of the large entryway. "You must be our Inspector?”

The figure turned and jumped in surprise as she heard Gina’s voice, losing her grip on the files she was clutching which fell messily to the floor at her feet.

“Oh my! No, I’m sorry! Let me-” The two woman spoke over the other as they bent over to pick up the paperwork, and both stopped dead when they finally looked at each other.

The look Gina got was one that she was well-used to now, being the standard one she got when anyone from the “civilian” world caught sight of her ludicrous fuckdoll form - even if this time she was "modestly" dressed and merely show a foot of enticing cleavage

But it was Gina who was left a-gog at the sight of their Inspector! The oversized, tasteless jacked was concealing a body that would have been truly remarkable in the outside world, hiding curves that strained the fabric almost to its limits. While she was not as improbably proportioned as some of the more gifted students in the school, she was still stunningly proportioned

“Inspector. Yes, that’s me!” the women squeaked in a voice far less stern and formal than Gina was expecting when she finally stood back up. Gina had mask ger suprise at how..well..cute the woman was! A panicked expression crossed the inspector's face briefly behind those glasses, before she fixed Gina with a winning smile. “Please, call me Ginni. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you!”

Cute voice. Cute face. Curves. This was VERY bad...