Mrs. Greenwood gets in on the fun

The final bell rang and Jenny Greenwood began to gather her things to go home. As she tidied her desk and plopped items into her purse, she heard the door to her room creak open. She looked up, half expecting Principal Brown or another one of the teachers. Instead, she saw little Mary Bancroft standing in the doorway.

“Oh, hello Mary. How can I help you?”

Mary took a step into the room and closed the door behind her.

“Hiya, Mrs. Greenwood. I’ve been thinking about the past few lessons in health class, and I think I may have a…problem.”

Jenny felt her heart sink. This wasn’t the first time a student had come to her seeking help. Health was a subject that invited all kinds of uncomfortable questions. Still, it was alarming seeing Mary Bancroft. The petite, mousy brunette was one of the good ones. An ace student and a very polite girl.

“Of course, Mary. What is it?”

Mary stepped closer and began fidgeting with her skirt. It almost seemed like she had something underneath the fabric that she kept tugging and squeezing.

“You know how you were talking yesterday about how testicles make testosterone and make boys grow?”

“Um, yes,” Jenny didn’t see how this information applied to the petite brunette in front of her.

“And today, you talked about how steroids can do the same things to girls?”

Oh no, please tell me this isn’t what I think it is.

“What are you trying to say, dear?”

“It’s just that…recently I’ve started taking testosterone.”

“Oh no, that’s not good.”

“Well, not taking it per se. It’s more like it’s being pumped into me whether I like it or not.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Mrs. Greenwood, what would happen to a girl if she grew balls?

This was a curveball. Jenny suddenly found herself worrying Jenny was psychotic rather than on steroids.

“Wha…what?”

“If a girl like me grew balls. Really, really big balls. What would happen to her?”

“Um, uh, I don’t see how this is relevant to anything. I don’t think it’s really an appropriate question either.”

Mary fidgeted with the lump under her skirt some more. Jenny noticed there was a slimy wet patch where the bulge pushed against the fabric.

“Jenny, what do you have under your skirt?”

Mary bit her lower lip and blushed, “I’m kinda embarrassed. I haven’t shown anyone else yet. No one besides my mistress. You’re going to meet her soon. I can’t wait to see what she does to you!”

“Mary, I think we should get you to the nurse.”

“No! Stay there!” Mary snapped, fire coming to her big brown eyes momentarily. “I want to show you. You’re my favorite teacher, after all.”

Mary hiked her skirt up and revealed her secret. Jenny stared in disbelief as her brain struggled to make sense of the image.

Mary Bancroft lifted her skirt to reveal the largest penis Jenny had ever seen. It was easily over a foot in length and very thick. A dollop of gooey slime dribbled from the tip. Beneath the penis dangled a pair of balls that were equally monstrous and inhuman.

It has to be fake. She’s wearing some kind of strap on sex toy. That’s it. That has to be it.

“Mary, take that thing off immediately.”

Jenny stood up and prepared to escort the unruly girl to the principal. She had had enough of this little stunt.

“Part of me wishes that I could! They’re so big and manly. They don’t really feel right, but my mistress gave them to me and they cannot be removed. So tell me, Mrs. Greenwood. What are these things,” Mary cupped the enormous balls one in each hand. The veins, the hair, the sheen of sweat, it all looked so real. “What are they going to do to me?”

“You…you’re a…a b-b-b-boy?!”

“Not quite, Jennifer,” a sultry voice spoke behind the teacher. “Up until yesterday, Mary was just a normal teenage girl. Since then, things have become…more complicated.”

Something warm and soft, yet incredibly strong pressed itself up against Jenny’s back. Arms ending elegant clawed hands wrapped around the woman’s torso. Soft lips kissed her ear lobe and smell sweet and spicy filled her nostrils. Jenny froze, paralyzed by sheer terror.

“Poor Mary was so repressed. The very mention of sex brought a torrent of blood to her cute round face. It’s easy to repress things as a girl. Much harder on the other side of the fence. I gave her this wonderful gift — a gift just keeps giving! Now blood rushes to a new head when sex is mentioned.”

Out of the corner of her eyes, Jenny saw a glowing red orb and the flash of fangs. A creature in the shape of a woman held her tightly and whispered these horrible things in her mind.

“You…you did this to her?”

Mary began to stroke her obscene penis with both hands. Her massive, softball sized testicles rocked back and forth as she did so. Jenny couldn’t believe how massive those things were. They were horrid and inhuman.

“Whaddya think, Mrs. Greenwood?” Mary said breathlessly in a mix of a giggle and a moan. “Is this big enough for you?”

A dollop of goopy liquid spewed from the tip, splattering the floor. It was only precum, but there was still more fluid there than in the average ejaculation her husband released.

“I bet I’m bigger than your husband!”

“The poor thing,” the wicked voice continued. “She can barely contain herself. Her body is hopped up on so many strange hormones, some natural, some supernatural. She’s changing so quickly she barely recognizes herself. You know what that’s like, don’t you Jennifer?”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“You were just a teenager when you had your first child. Your body had only just begun to soften and curve when your hormones were driven into overdrive so that you could become a mother.”

“How do you know that? Who the hell are you?”

The voice ignored her, instead opting to continue narrating her life.

“You weren’t that much different from poor Mary here when your future husband planted his seed in you. Petite and lithe, with just the barest budding of breasts. Then overnight, they grew so large! You woke up in agony to find you had developed double d’s. Suddenly there was so much unwanted attention and responsibility. And the kids didn’t stop coming either. Your husband put one after another in you. Each successive one made your tits bigger and saggier until you barely recognized yourself in the mirror. Now you’re forty five with the kids out of the house and the romance dead in the house.”

“No! That’s not true!”

“You feel like your life has been wasted, but I can give you a second chance. Let me help you Jenny! You contain so much potential in you. Your blood courses with raw feminine power waiting to be harnessed. Let me help you harness it.”

“No! Get away from me! Both of you, get away!” Jenny sobbed.

“I want to help you! We both do!”

“I don’t want your help. Consider your offer rejected!”

The demonic voice chuckled, “oh you don’t have a choice in the matter, I’m afraid.”

The strong hands holding Jenny suddenly spun her around and suddenly she got her first good view at her assailant. It was a horrible, bizarre sight. A woman, yet totally inhuman. Glowing red eyes, plump lips that half concealed sharp fangs, and a devilish smirk.

“Jennifer Greenwood, today begins your downfall! You will not just be a mere pawn. You are far too valuable for that. I have better plans for you.”

The demon began to speak in a strange and frightful language as it cut a slit across the right nipple with one of its claws. The breast swelled and a droplet of glowing pink milk mingled with the pitch black blood flowing from the wound.

“You will take my essence into you. It will just be a small dose for now, just to begin your corruption. Soon, you will join the debauched legion as one of its lustful foot soldiers!”

Jenny tried to scream, but right when she opened her mouth, she was yanked forward so that her lips sealed around the nipple wound. Hot, spicy sweet liquid rolled down her throat. At first she tried to turn away, but it was too late. Already, the wicked essence had infected her. A deep, primal drive awakened in the middle aged school teacher. The impulse to suck overwhelmed her so that she suckled the demonic tit like a baby.

“Good girl, Jennifer! Drink deeply. Let me sink into your bones, reshaping every fiber of your being. Just a little more. Good!”

The demon pushed Jenny away, leaving her to sputter and cough.

“What is happening? I feel so hot!”

The school teacher clutched at her body, tearing at her clothes. Her skin felt like it was burning up. She was going to die if she didn’t get out of it. She tore her blouse in two hands that sported nails that were now longer and sharper than previously.

“I’m burning up! I’m on fire!”

The heat concentrated in Jenny’s breasts and then radiated outwards. Something was happening. Her body was changing!

The breasts large, yet formless, swelled outwards, growing rounder and perkier as they packed on additional size. The woman’s modest bra strained under the increased weight and heft.

“I’m too hot!” Jenny grabbed the tight bra and ripped it to pieces, freeing her massive breasts, now perfectly shaped into a pair of mammoth teardrops.

“Holy fuh-uh-uh-uck!” Mary was now eagerly masturbating while she watched her teacher get hotter and shapelier.

Fresh changed rippled across Jenny’s body. The little wrinkles on her face smoothed, her lips grew plumper, and her skin softened. Her paunch of a belly tightened, her buttocks swelled and lifted. Her cellulite melted off, leaving muscle covered in a thin layer of softness.

Then stranger changes overtook the woman. Her canines sharpened. Her ears grew slightly pointed. Finally, her eyes filled with unholy red light.

“Oh my god! I feel so…so good! I feel twenty years younger!”

The teacher cupped her luscious bosom and marveled at it. Suddenly, someone grabbed her from behind.

Half expecting the demon, Jenny turned and instead found Mary Bancroft gazing at her with wet brown eyes.

“Please, Mrs. Greenwood. I need it! I’ve been so patient, but you’re too hot now. Please let me fuck you! Oh god please!”

“But…huh…huh…I have a husband.”

“A husband that saddled you with three children and a lifetime of regrets. Meanwhile, Mary is your sweet student. She is so keen to learn from her favorite teacher. Why don’t you help her out!”

“Yes, that makes sense. I’ll teach her. It’s not cheating…huh…if I teach her.”

Jenny took her student’s mammoth cock in her hands and began to stroke it. It really was massive! So much bigger and better than her husbands. She tried to imagine that monster in her pussy. Suddenly she couldn’t think straight. Her desires drove her mad.

“Let me teach you, Mary. If you’re going to be a boy, you need to learn to make love like a…huh…proper gentleman! Now stick this giant cock in my pussy…ugh…and make me scream!”

“Yes, Mrs. Greenwood! Yes!” Mary sobbed.

The classroom filled with the sounds of a new form of sexual education. Sounds of breeding and animalistic pleasure. There were Mary’s hoarse, husky moans, at first squeaky and feminine, and then darker and heavier as the sexual adventure continued, driving ever more hormones into her blood stream. Then there was Jenny, her rich, womanly voice singing and sobbing like an opera singer. Under it all, a wet slapping sound provided percussion as Mary drove her manhood home over and over again.