(2021) (9,077 words)
(Omnipotence, maledom, cuckolding, mind control, excessive come, various other stuff)
The alarm rang. I groaned and clumsily flopped my arm over to turn it off.
“Mmph,” came Norah’s voice from the pillow next to me. “No.”
“Ugh. Mondays,” I moaned.
“Can’t we stay here?” she said into the pillow.
I reached over and ran a hand along her naked back. She grunted pleasurably. “Gotta go to work.”
“Gotta teach the next generation.”
“Fuck the next generation.”
“You don’t get paid if you don’t go to work.”
“Ugh fine.” She relented and got up. I took a moment to admire her naked body. She caught me staring and wiggled her ass for me as she walked out of the room to take a shower.
I’d been a teacher at a high school for about ten years, and Norah joined the staff just last year. We’d been dating for about six months, and it was exciting in the way that new relationships often are. She now kept a toothbrush at my place.
We got dressed, ate, and drove to work in her car.
“Do you have a busy day today?” she asked on the way.
“Um…” I thought about it for a moment. I groaned. “Shit, I’m starting the day with group 12-4.”
“Oh,” she laughed. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”
“You know who it is that bugs me in that class?”
“It’s gotta be Aaron.”
“Yes! He’s just so…” I gestured, trying to find the word.
“Entitled. Like he thinks he just deserves everything just for showing up.”
“Oh, I know what you mean,” she agreed.
“I mean, he’s nineteen, right. He should have a handle on basic personal responsibility by now.” I shrugged. “You try to teach them the important stuff, but some of them just aren’t interested. Like at all.”
We pulled into the school parking lot and got out of the car. Norah kissed me on the lips. “It’ll be fine. Don’t let the assholes get you down.”
“Thanks,” I said, smiling. We walked into the school together.
Sure enough, at the end of the period, everyone had completed the assignment that was due except for Aaron. He had been behaving strangely all class; laughing to himself at odd moments, tuning out other people speaking, twitching nervously.
The bell rang and everyone started to file out of the room.
“Aaron, you stay,” I said. He rolled his eyes and leaned defiantly against a desk in the front row. He rocked back and forth and fidgeted. He looked nervous – no, excited about something.
“So look, this is the second time this term that you haven’t handed in work for me.”
He didn’t answer. I continued.
“If losing marks for lateness isn’t enough of a motivation, I’m going to have to start giving you detention.”
He still didn’t answer.
He seemed to wake up. “Yeah?”
“Are you listening to me?”
“Uh… no.” He laughed.
“Aaron, look, you’re going to have to put in the work. If there’s one thing, just one, that you learn from me this year, it’s this: you can’t just snap your fingers and get what you want.”
Aaron laughed. His eyes went wide, and he laughed loudly, as though I’d said something absolutely hilarious. “Yeah. Sure, Mr. D. Got it.” He smirked.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing.” He ran his hand through his hair. “Nothing at all. Can’t get what I want by snapping my fingers. Got it.” He took a deep breath and smiled. “Well, this has been fun, but I gotta go. Good talking to you, Mr. D.” He turned and started walking out the door.
“Aaron, don’t you walk away from me. I haven’t-”
Aaron snapped his fingers.
I stopped talking. I decided it wasn’t worth it. I’d continue this conversation with him another time, but for now, I was willing to let him go. Aaron continued walking away without looking back.
Later that day, I was walking to class when I saw Aaron making out in the hall with Kelly Goldman. Really making out. I stopped. He was reaching down with his hands to grab her ass and pressing her body against the lockers with his own. Her books were strewn all over the floor, like she’d dropped them suddenly, and she was moaning and breathing heavily, in erotic bliss at his attention.
This was strange for a few reasons. I’d never seen this kind of brazen display from either of these students before, but I also knew that Kelly was already in a relationship with Jake Matthews, the school’s quarterback. Not that I paid close attention to the social ins and outs of the senior class, but every once in a while there’s a couple who makes their relationship public knowledge. Kelly and Jake were one of these couples. They were always together, fawning over each other, giggling together, holding hands, cheering each other on at their games. I distinctly remembered Aaron hitting on her at a game last week, and her brushing him off rudely.
And yet. Here they were. A few other students were staring, but many were ignoring them.
I cleared my throat. “Excuse me, folks, you can’t-”
They didn’t so much as glance at me. Aaron let go of her ass with his left hand, raised it up, and snapped his fingers in my direction.
Again, I stopped talking.
They continued making out, groping each other, sticking their tongues into each other’s’ mouths.
I stared. Why did I stop? I asked myself. I didn’t have an answer. But somehow, I wasn’t able to ask them to stop. I could move, I could speak, I just… couldn’t tell them to knock it off. All I could do was stare.
Jake stomped up the hallway, moving aggressively, with purpose. “Kelly, what the fuck are you doing! Aaron! I’m gonna beat you so fucking-”
Aaron raised his hand again, and he snapped his fingers.
Something clicked in my mind.
Jake stumbled, tripping suddenly over his shoes, and tumbled to the ground. He looked smaller, and his clothes hung loosely over him. He looked up, angry and confused, from his position on the floor. One of his shoes came off his feet, the laces still tied. He started to stand back up, and his pants fell down. He gabbed them awkwardly, with an arm far thinner than it had been, and stood up to his feel height, which was… not the same as what it was a moment prior. He had been 6’2” and now… I was certain he wasn’t even 5’0”. He stared at his body.
Aaron, at the same time, went through the opposite transformation. He seemed to inflate like a balloon, becoming bulkier, taller, wider, more muscular. His clothes grew with him, fitting his body perfectly, showing off his impressive shape.
Kelly gasped and traced her finger around his pectoral muscles, clearly outlines through his shirt. “Oh my god, Aaron! Look at you!”
Aaron shrugged his now-broad shoulders, like his impossible transformation was no big deal. “Yeah, well, I’ve been working out, you know.”
Jake stared up at him. “No you haven’t!”
Kelly looked down at Jake, on the floor, and crouched down, a pitying smile on her face. “Oh, sweetie, I’m sorry… I know, we had a good thing going, but…” she gestured up at Aaron. “Look at him! How am I supposed to say no to that?”
Aaron crossed his muscular arms, watching Kelly dump her boyfriend for him.
Jake stared up at her, bewildered, furious. He got back up to his feet and stormed off, his sleeves covering his hands, holding the waist of his pants up as he walked off.
Aaron turned back to me, snapping his fingers as though he’d just remembered something. “Hey, Mr. D, isn’t class starting?”
“Oh. Uh, yeah.” My face went red. Of course class is starting. I need to do my job. Something was ringing in the back of my mind, something was telling me that maybe I should be having more of a reaction to what had just happened – but I wasn’t sure what that reaction should be. This is strange, and unexpected, but… I’d better just keep doing my job. No reason to make a big fuss. I stepped past Aaron, who was smirking at me, and unlocked the door, letting the students in from the hall. I started organizing my papers on my desk, and looked up at the students entering.
Aaron sat at his desk in the back row and motioned for Kelly to join him. “Come here, babe, why don’t you sit on my lap.”
Kelly giggled. “Okay,” she said excitedly.
“Kelly, you aren’t in this class,” I objected. “You can’t stay here.”
Aaron looked over at me with annoyance. “It’s cool, Mr. D, she’s with me.”
“Uh…” I shook my head. “Yeah, o-okay. I guess it’s fine if she’s here with you, Aaron.” Is that fine? Is that how it works? I can’t seem to remember. Better just go along with it.
For the next 50 minutes, the other students and I ignored the gasps and giggles that came from the back corner of the room. Aaron groped and grabbed Kelly’s body, making her squeal and moan from his every touch. It was distracting, but we made it through the end of the class. The bell rang, and the students all closed their books and started to file out. Kelly and Aaron were the last to leave, her with a silly, drunken grin on her face and him smirking, as though everything was going his way. “See you later, Mr. D,” he commented, like everything was totally ordinary.
I sat at my desk for a few minutes before packing up my things and heading back to the teachers’ lounge.
Once there, I made my way over to Norah’s desk. “Hey, Norah,” I began.
She looked up and smiled. “Hey Peter.”
“I just had a very weird class.”
“Oh?” She put her pen down.
“Oh.” Her eyes got a little wider, and her face got a bit red.
That gave me pause. “What?”
“Why are you getting red?”
Her cheeks went into a full-on blush. She looked down. “It’s nothing.”
She look back up at me, exasperated. “You know. He’s just…” she gestured vaguely. She leaned in closer to me and whispered, “Sometimes he’s kinda’s cute, you know?”
My mouth fell open. “You’re kidding.”
She glared at me. “Look, I have to go. We can talk about your weird class later, but if you’re just going to get jealous, I’m not interested. Okay?” She picked up a few books and hurried out of the room.
I went back to my desk and collapsed in my chair. What the fuck is going on?
The next day, I was walking down the hall, returning from class, when I saw Aaron.
He had grown.
He must have been seven feet tall, packed with muscle. He looked like an Olympic weightlifter. Each of his biceps was as wide as a softball, and his neck bulged with thick veins. He was bent over slightly, but even so, his head rose above all the other students in the hall. I could hear a woman’s voice moaning, a sound that was becoming more and more familiar recently, but there were too many people around for me to properly see what was happening. It was only when I got closer that I could see what he was doing: he was standing behind a woman who was leaning her face against a row of lockers, her legs spread slightly and her panties pulled down to her mid-thigh. He was reaching down and fingering her pussy with one hand, his other hand gripping her shoulder.
It took me a few moments before I looked at her face and saw that it was Norah.
All of the students around were walking down the hall, most of them glancing over at the spectacle, but nobody was stopping or staring. Norah’s eyes were closed; she seemed completely oblivious to the crowd of people around her. “Oh fuck, Aaron, fuck, Aaron, fuck…” she repeated over and over.
“Yeah, you like that? You like that, Ms. Calder?”
“Oh fuck, Aaron, don’t stop…”
I wanted to stop. I wanted to confront them. I wanted to scream and demand an explanation – from both of them.
But I couldn’t. I couldn’t do anything to disturb them.
All I could do was keep walking. As I passed them, I looked over and saw her ass poking out from under her shirt, that ass that I’d known just a few days before. It was bright pink. At that moment, he pulled his hand back, and suddenly, swung it forward with enormous force, spanking her hard. The sound of the slap echoed out through the hall, followed by her crying out, loud, in pleasure.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Ms. Calder.”
“Ohhhh, I’m sorry, Aaron, please do it again!”
“Oh, yeah, you deserve it…” he smirked, and wound up his arm again, bringing it forward with another powerful smack. She cried out again, this time with a long, sustained scream, an unmistakable orgasm.
I walked on by, back to the teacher’s office. I sat down heavily in my chair.
A few minutes later, she walked in too, limping slightly, a wide grin plastered across her face. She got to her desk adjusted her underwear, and sat down carefully, wincing a bit as her ass touched the chair. She put her arms down on her desk and rested her face on them, humming to herself.
I poked her gently on the shoulder. She looked up at me sleepily. “Hey,” she said.
“Hey,” I replied, not at all sure what I should be feeling right now. “What happened out there?”
“Oh,” she chuckled. “I had to go talk to Aaron to let him know that his assignment was overdue, and to tell him that I was going to deduct marks for lateness. And before I knew it…” she trailed off and stared off into space, remembering. She brought herself back to the present and smiled again. “I, uh, gave him an extension. He was very persuasive.”
That night, I was at home, alone, making myself a frozen pizza. I thought about Norah. I picked up my phone and looked at the screen, considering texting her. Usually, if we were each at our own home, we would be sending messages back and forth. Sometimes talking about TV. Sometimes sending nudes. Sometimes just checking in. Tonight, though, I just didn’t have the heart for it. And she hadn’t texted me in a few days either. I thought about her naked, and immediately my mind flashed me an image of Aaron pressing her face against the lockers, turning her ass pink. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. It was too late; my dick was hard. I heard the smack of his hand on her ass, saw his rippling muscles under his shirt, smelled her arousal in the air…
The smoke alarm went off and I was shaken from my reverie. I realized I’d burned the pizza. Cursing, I removed it from the oven and threw it in the garbage. I put my phone down.
The next morning, I walked into the teacher’s office and saw that Aaron was there. Students were never supposed to be allowed into the teacher’s office, but rules didn’t seem to apply to Aaron anymore.
He had grown – it seemed he was larger every time I saw him – he must have been eight feet tall at this point. He was sitting on the desk of one of the math teachers, Carl. Aaron was clothed – mostly – his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his firm, muscular chest and abdominal muscles underneath. And as I took in the scene, I saw that all of the teachers – all of the women, anyway – were servicing him, in one way or another. Tanya was running her hands and tongue all along the muscles on his body. Susan was unbuckling his belt. Norah was pulling his shoes off his feet. Theresa had a large bowl of sliced fruits and meats, and was feeding him by hand. As I watched, he reached around her waist with one massive and pulled her closer in to him for a long, slow, kiss.
Carl was sitting at his desk, doing work, trying to find space on his desk that wasn’t occupied by Aaron’s thigh. I glanced around the rest of the room; all of the men were going about their business, ignoring what was happening in the middle of the room.
I stared for a moment, but the longer I did, the more difficult it became. I felt, more and more strongly, the urge to look away and just do my work, pretend that nothing was happening. I fought it. I stared as long as I could, for maybe ten or fifteen seconds, and then the effort became too much. I looked away and sat down at my desk.
They were still right there. If I looked up, I’d see them. But I didn’t. Staring at them was like swimming against a current. I picked up a stack of assignments that required correction, and got to work, trying to ignore the moans, gasps, the sounds of sucking, chewing, clothes falling to the floor.
After a moment, I heard Norah’s voice. “Oh! Hey, James?”
I looked up, carefully trying to look at Norah but not at Aaron. Norah was now topless, massaging one of his grapefruit-sized balls in both hands. She smiled at me. “James, could you do me a favour? I’ve got a class in five minutes- could you cover for me?” She smiled sheepishly and indicated with her head the behemoth next to her. “I’m, uh, a little busy.”
It took me a moment to answer, but only one answer was possible. “Sure, Norah. No problem.”
She grinned with relief. “Thanks, James. You’re the best.” She then leaned down and started to lick and suck on the giant testicle in her hands, like it was a feast. She didn’t look back up. I went over to her desk and saw that she had a lesson plan ready to go; I picked up her things and left the room.
I walked down the hall, and unlike in the teacher’s office, I was perfectly able to look at all of the changes in the students. The girls were all in various states of undress. Many were topless and a couple of them were completely naked. Those who were still dressed were wearing bikinis or lingerie, or cheerleader’s uniforms.
And their bodies.
It was as though all of the girls had gone through growth spurts. All of them were taller, with bigger breasts, longer legs, plumper thighs. All of them had smooth, healthy skin and clean, carefully maintained hair.
They were acting much the same as they usually did; chatting, going into their lockers to get their things, complaining about such-and-such teacher, with one exception: in the five minutes it took me to get from the office to the class, I passed by eight different couples of women making out with each other. No boys; only girls.
In fact, the boys were exactly the same as they’d been before. No difference whatsoever in the way they dressed, acted, no change in their bodies. And despite the raised temperature and all of the erotic happenings, none of the boys seemed to pay it any attention.
I walked into the room and Aaron was already there, somehow. He was sitting in the middle of the room, fully clothed, his eight-foot-tall frame seated comfortably on a large chair, behind a very large desk, both of which seemed to have been specially made for him. A half-dozen girls were sitting around him, enraptured, listening to him tell a story, hanging on his every word.
“…And I said, ‘Well, what do you want me to do about it?’” he finished.
All of the girls burst out laughing.
“You’re so funny, Aaron!”
“That’s, like, super clever.”
“What a great story!”
I took note of the girls. They were a strange social cross-section; there was a cheerleader, two bookworms, two punks, and one girl I don’t think I’d ever seen speak to another student. Most of them wouldn’t have given Aaron the time of day, nor would they ever have spoken to each other, or sat together like this. But those distinctions didn’t seem to matter anymore.
Aaron glanced over at me as I walked in and gave me a knowing look. I averted my eyes. “Well, girls, looks like class is starting,” he commented. They gave a chorus of pitiable, disappointed moans, but turned and faced forward as the other students filed in.
As everyone came in from the hall and took their seats, I marveled at how much skin was showing in the group. This isn’t supposed to be acceptable. They shouldn’t be half-naked in class. I thought about saying something. I’m the teacher here! I should say something. I need to put my foot down. Then I glanced over at Aaron, and the thought disappeared from my head. Instead, I waited for the bell to ring, then cleared my throat. “Good afternoon. I’ll be replacing Ms. Calder for the period. She’s left me a lesson plan, so…” What subject is this? What am I even teaching? I glanced at the textbook I’d taken from her desk. Biology. I checked the lesson plan. “Everyone, please open your textbooks to page 122.”
Dutifully, everyone did. The girls kept making sidelong glances at Aaron, and a few started passing notes, but for the most part, class proceeded more or less normally while I led a lesson on human anatomy.
For a while.
After about fifteen minutes, I heard Aaron snap his fingers. I stopped talking and looked up at the room, and didn’t see anything different. Aaron looked at me and raised his eyebrows until I looked away. I shook my head and looked back at the text on the page. I blinked. I was sure that it wasn’t what the book had said a moment before. I read aloud:
“Humans are diverse animals, and exist with a variety of characteristics. While some are more similar than others, no two people are genetically identical. This should not be taken to mean, however, that everyone’s body is equal. The ideal human male body belongs to Aaron MacGregor. It is perfect in every way, his sexual organs in particular.”
Everyone turned and looked at Aaron, who leaned back, grinning, with his hands behind his head. “Well, if you learn it in school, it must be true,” he smirked. He cocked his head and snapped his fingers again.
“Aaron,” I said. It was very strange; I hadn’t intended to say anything, but my mouth seemed to be moving all by itself. “I think the class requires a demonstration. Why don’t you come up to the front of the class and display yourself?” I blinked. Why did I…?
Aaron, mock surprise on his face, pushed his chair back and stood up, towering over everyone else. “Well, I guess. If it’s for educational purposes.” He walked up to the front of the class and unbuckled his pants. All of the girls were on the edge of their seats as he reached his hand under his elastic and pushed his underwear down.
It was perfect. Even flaccid, it was seven inches long and swung gently between his thighs. All of the girls leaned forward; all of the boys looked away from shame.
“Thank you, Aaron,” I said, once again speaking without any control. “And I think in order for the class to fully appreciate your perfection, they should see you erect as well.” What! I didn’t…
The girls gasped. Aaron chuckled. “Sure thing, Mr. D. I might need some help, though. This monster won’t just rise up by itself.”
“Of course. Uhm, is there anyone who would like-”
I didn’t finish my sentence. Every girl shot her hand up as high as it would go, waving them around, moaning, begging with their eyes.
“Uhm…” I looked from person to person, each more desperate than the last. I didn’t want to pick anyone. It didn’t seem right. “Aaron, would you like to…” I gestured.
“Yeah, sure thing, Mr. D.” He pointed with a thick, meaty finger. “Gabrielle.”
A chorus of disappointed and angry grunts came from the class, as Gabrielle squealed in excitement and got up from her chair. “Thank you so much, Aaron.”
“Yeah, no problem,” he grunted. “Better give it a good rub.”
“Oh yeah, for sure!” She brought both hands down and started rubbing them over his shaft and his glans, squeezing gently, coaxing his cock to life. It only took a moment, and Aaron moaned pleasurably as his dick started to rise. Gabrielle’s eyes were open wide, watching him grow. Some of the other girls in class had put their hands into their pants and were masturbating in their seats.
Soon, Aaron’s member was thirteen inches long, fully stiff. His head was bright red, and his shaft was lined with blue veins that throbbed up and down his length. He gently pushed Gabrielle away – she resisted for a moment, but then stepped back and allowed Aaron to expose himself to the class. He turned to one side, then the other, and posed to show everyone his cock. The girls all took out their phones and started snapping pictures of it; he walked slowly, deliberately, up and down each aisle to allow each one of his classmates a good, long look at his naked majesty.
As he walked through the class, I found myself, once again, speaking. “And, Aaron, I to complete the demonstration, you should show the group how much semen you can produce.” My head swam. I sat down behind my desk; I could not believe the words coming out of my mouth.
“Yeah, for sure, Mr. D! Anything for education. But, uh, I think I might need more than one-”
Hands shot up, once again, across the room. He pointed. “June. Elle. Patricia. Gabrielle, you go sit down.” Three more squeals as the girls shot up out of their chairs and ran to the front of the room. “Hey, Mr. D, I need that chair.”
“Huh? Oh, yes, of course, go ahead, Aaron.” I got up out of the teacher’s chair and Aaron walked toward it.
He frowned, realizing it was too small for him, until he snapped his fingers and it expanded before him. “That’s more like it,” he said as he sat his naked ass down on the enlarged seat, making himself comfortable, with his huge erect dick standing up, pointing at the rest of the class. “Alright girls,” he said, pointing at his crotch with both hands. “Go.”
Immediately, enthusiastically, the three girls descended on his meat with their hands, tongues, and lips, stroking him, licking, sucking, trying to get into position and pushing the other girls out of the way. Aaron leaned back in the oversized chair, putting his hands behind his head once again, and closing his eyes.
After a moment, he opened his eyes and spoke to me. “This might take a while, Mr. D. Go ahead with the class.”
“Huh? Oh! Yes, of… of course.” Dizzy, sweating, I turned back to the class. “So, um, while we wait for… them to finish, why don’t you all take a look at the activity on the bottom of page 124.”
And so I started teaching the class again. We all tried out best to ignore the moans, grunts, and gasps from the front of the room while three members of the class worked furiously to get Aaron off.
Twenty minutes later, the bell rang, and all of the other students started closing their books and opening their bags, but Aaron held up his hand. “Nope. Unh- wait. Sit down, you haven’t seen the ahh… ahh… the demonstration yet.” And he lay his head back and closed his eyes, twitching and moaning.
Everyone sat and waited, and watched. The smell of arousal filled the room - Aaron's and the girls'. They watched, transfixed, biting their lips and touching themselves.
Sara, the history teacher, showed up at the door to the class, and so did all of her students, but they waited in the hallway. I went to Sara and asked her to go let my students in room 33 know that I was going to be late. She gave one long, jealous look at Aaron, and then nodded and hurried off down the hall.
Finally, about ten minutes into the next period, Aaron came. He took a deep breath, gripped the arms of the chair and shouted loudly, his voice filling the room. He came like a garden hose, shooting out rope after rope of come onto the desk and floor. His classmates gasped and laughed, or looked away, or stared intently. His orgasm continued for a solid twenty seconds, his spunk pooling on the floor in front of him. The girls started to cheer and clap – those who weren’t busy bringing themselves to orgasm.
Laughing, Aaron stood up and looked down at the massive puddle of jizz on the floor. It must have been four or five litres. His cock was still erect but slowly starting to soften, and his swollen purple head bobbed back and forth with every step he took. He stepped carefully around it and walked to the door. He turned back and motioned with his hand. “Elle, you come with me. I wanna play with you some more.”
June and Patricia looked on jealously as Elle put her hands to her face and immediately followed him.
“Move,” he said to Sara, who was standing there, dumbfounded, her hand over her mouth.
“Oh, yes, sorry Aaron.” She backed up into the crowd of students who were all trying to get a good view. They parted before him as he approached the door, and, towering over them all, walked off into the hallway, Elle giddily following behind.
Sara entered, and all of my students stood up from their desks and started to leave, some of them leaving messes of their own. I picked up my things and said to Sara on the way out, “I’ll let the janitor know.”
When I finally made it back to the office, I sat down and collapsed in my chair. I took a deep breath, then another. I tried – unsuccessfully – to will my erection to fade.
“Rough class?” Norah asked me.
I looked at her. “You have no-”
My mouth fell open. She looked different. She was looking into a mirror on her desk, applying bright pink lipstick. Her hair was longer, and it had gone from brown to blonde. Her skin was radiant. And her tits… her tits were bigger. Like, enormous. Possibly the biggest pair I’d ever seen in my life. And she was wearing a tight, low-cut top that showed them off as much as possible, with a miniskirt that covered only what was legally required. Her cleavage seemed enough to swallow a man whole. I stared until she looked up at me. “What?” she asked.
“Uh… what… happened to you?”
“What do you mean?”
“What do… I mean, I mean, why are your breasts suddenly gigantic?”
“Oh.” She smiled bashfully and looked down at her chest. “Do you like them? Aaron likes them.”
“And… and your hair? And your clothes?”
She clicked her tongue. “Honestly, James, if you’re going to be like this… don’t be jealous. Okay? I’m only human.” She stood up, revealing her long legs. Were her legs that long before? “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get to class.” She turned and walked away, her thighs rubbing against each other with every step.
I put my head in my hands and leaned my elbows on my desk. I stayed like that for a long time.
I heard footsteps approach, and a young woman I didn’t recognize walked past me. I stopped her. “Excuse me, you can’t be here. This is the teachers’ room.”
She stared at me like I was an idiot. “Uh, yeah. Duh. I’m a teacher here.”
I stared a moment. “Uh, are you new?”
“…I’ve been teaching here longer than you have, James.” She pointed to the desk next to her. “This is my desk.”
“That’s Ruth White’s desk.”
She opened her eyes wide. “Yeah. That’s me. I’m Ruth White.”
“Ruth White is 70 years old.”
“How could you possibly have been teaching here longer than me if you’re only nineteen?”
“Ohmygod!” She threw up her hands in the air, exasperated. “Look, James, I don’t have time for this right now.”
I looked at her again. Hard. Then I saw it in her eyes. Oh my god it can’t be… “Oh my god, Ruth… you’re…”
“I’m late,” she stated, grabbing papers off her desk. “I’m late for class, and I don’t want to be late for class, because it’s unprofessional. And also, because yesterday, Aaron bent me over my desk and fucked my ass for the whole period, and I hope he’s going to do it again today, so I want to be on time.” She grabbed one last stack of papers and hurried past me out the door.
I sat across from the Mrs. Simpson, the principal, looking at the school calendar.
“What if we move it to the 26th?”
“It can’t be a Friday. Anthony isn’t here on Fridays.”
“Thursday would be easiest, I think.”
“But that’s the math faculty’s monthly meeting, we can’t-”
The door banged open against the wall and Aaron poked his head in. It was all he could do; he was so large that his shoulders would have been impossible to fit through. His naked body crouched just on the other side of the doorframe.
“Hey you two. Mrs. Simpson, you’re going to make me come now.”
Mrs. Simpson’s eyes opened wide and she let out a cry of joy. “Oh, Aaron, thank you, I’ve been waiting, and hoping…”
Aaron snapped his fingers, and the doorframe expanded to allow his ten-foot-six, superhumanly muscular form to pass through. At the same time, the ceiling rose higher so that he could stand freely. He entered and towered above us, a superman, a sight to behold, his hands on his hips, his enormous flaccid cock swinging like a pendulum between his legs, dripping precome onto the carpet. He grinned down at Mrs. Simpson and snapped his fingers.
As she stood up, her body changed, becoming younger. Her skin smoothed out, her breasts perked up, her hair became straighter and took on a more vibrant colour. Completely ignoring me, she stood in front of him eagerly. He stroked his chin and looked at her critically. He snapped his fingers again, and her breasts grew several cup sizes. Again, and her thighs became plumper. Again, and her hair turned bright green, while her glasses turned bright pink. She looked down at her new, young, curvy body with delight. “Oh Aaron, I love it! Thank you!”
“Strip,” he commanded her.
“Oh!” she laughed. “Yes, sir! Uh, okay, Aaron.” Enthusiastically, slowly, she began to unbutton her blouse, walking toward him sensuously. He grinned. He snapped his fingers and fell backwards just as an enormous couch, taking up the entire wall, appeared behind him. He fell into it, and motioned Mrs. Simpson to come closer.
I cleared my throat and meekly said, “I’ll, uh… I’ll just see myself out.”
“No, James!” Mrs. Simpson turned around to face me. “Let me take care of Aaron first… or maybe let him take care of me…” she giggled, and then her face became serious once again. “But I’ll finish my meeting with you as soon as we’re done.”
She turned back to Aaron, and continued stripping slowly, sexy, to invisible music. Aaron started to get hard, watching her, and his cock rose up, massive, like a pillar, and pointed itself right at her. She grinned and took it in her hands, rubbing his glans, which was the size of a softball, with both hands. Aaron leaned back and snapped his fingers, and her arms split into two; and then again, so that in a moment she was rubbing him with six hands. Two on his head and four on his shaft. She rubbed, stroked, and squeezed him, eagerly licking up the gobs of precum that dribbled out from his dick.
When he came, it was like a fire hydrant. He blasted her with his cock, sticky spurts of come shooting out, splashing into her face and all over her body, spattering on the walls and carpet. She took a step back to keep her balance and slipped. She tumbled down to the ground, landing in the puddle and getting another spurt of his jizz directly in her face. She slipped again and landed on her elbow, and didn’t get back up, just lay there, getting drenched.
“Oh… that was a good one,” Aaron moaned as his orgasm subsided, his head leaning back against the wall. He pushed himself up with his enormous arms, and strode out the door without so much as a glance backward.
I sat at the desk, silently and patiently.
My newly young boss, naked, lay on the ground, moaning and laughing. She propped herself up on her six arms and, gingerly, made her way back to her desk. She plopped herself down in the chair opposite me, her bare tits resting on the desk, her entire body dripping semen. “That,” she said after a moment, “was every bit as good as I’d hoped it would be. Oh my god.” She shook her head, then picked up her pen in one of her right hands, leaving a white sticky mess on everything she touched. “So. Where were we?” She looked back at the calendar in front of her and started idly sucking Aaron’s come off her fingers. “How about Wednesday?”
I was teaching a class, explaining sine and cosine functions. It was weird.
Aaron’s presence had seeped into every moment, it seemed. Even when he wasn’t in the room. I looked over at the students in front of me. Nearly all of the girls were topless. Jessica, in the front row, had breasts so large they practically took up the whole surface of her desk. Gwen, by the door, was compulsively playing with her nipples, and her tongue kept dropping out of her mouth, trailing seven or eight inches down. Fatima, near the back, was at least seven feet tall. She had had great difficulty squeezing herself into her seat, and I knew that she was going to have even more difficulty getting out of it later.
The boys were still the same as they always were. Every once in a while I’d catch one staring, or looking around him as though he couldn’t tell what was real and what wasn’t- but no one ever actually said anything.
Aaron, however, wasn’t there. I taught my class in relative peace. I ignored the masturbation, the exposed skin, the strange transformations. I liked trigonometry a lot right now. It was predictable. It hadn’t changed. Math was the same old math, and it was comfortable to focus on that.
For a while.
“Violet Xiao,” came Aaron’s voice from nowhere. It clearly wasn’t coming from the intercom; the sound was just… there. “Come to the library now.” It wasn’t overwhelmingly loud. It was perfectly clear.
Violet, next to the windows, gasped opened her eyes wide. She pulled her hand quickly from her panties and looked around sheepishly at her classmates, then got up from her seat, grinning. She crossed the class, walking briskly out the door.
I continued to teach.
Five minutes later, we heard: “Lisa Proudfoot. Library.”
Lisa practically jumped up and ran out the door.
A few minutes later, Violet came back. She was walking very slowly and leaning against the desks as she moved, and her pants were soaked with jizz. Carefully, she made her way across the classroom and sat back down gingerly at her desk, wincing but also grinning joyfully. She put her head down on her arms and closed her eyes.
“Sammy Peters. Your turn.”
Sammy was staring at Violet. She made a face as though she’d won the lottery, and, smiling, calmly and politely got up and walked out the door.
As she left, she passed Lisa, who was slowly, carefully, making her way back, dripping semen out of her ass. She eventually made her way to her desk and lay her head down as well.
This continued for the rest of the period. Even after class was finished, and I was sitting in the teacher’s office, I could hear him calling them:
“Susan Ortez. You now.”
“Britney Silverman. Library.”
“Lisa Proudfoot, again.”
I sat at my desk, unable to concentrate, unable to think. Everything was so fucked-up. I was constantly horny and there was no one who would help me relieve it. My dick throbbed in my pants. My nuts ached.
Norah was looking into the mirror on her desk, colouring her nails. Imagine my surprise to see her this morning when I arrived. A teenager. Her bleach-blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. Wearing a baseball cap. Her breasts were somehow even bigger, she was wearing only the cap, a bra and panties, her nails were now over an inch long, and she was painting them bright pink. To match her lips.
I stared at her. “You doing your nails like that for Aaron?”
She laughed without taking her eyes away from her work. “Who else?”
“You know, before this whole… Aaron thing started, I thought it was really nice when we were together.”
Norah looked at me with a sad, pitying look. “James, look, I’m sorry, no offence, but…” she shrugged. “You’re not Aaron.”
“Yeah? Well what am I supposed to do with that? I’m not getting any at all.”
Norah’s look became less friendly. “Well that’s not really my problem.”
“Come on, please? I don’t think he’ll mind. He’s got everyone. He’s got the whole school. He’s not gonna mind if you and I fuck.”
“That’s not it. There’s just no going back, you know? Once you know what it’s like to get fucked by Aaron, it’s just… not really the same with anyone else.”
“Come on. We had a good thing going.”
Aaron’s voice filled the room like a thunderclap. “My ears are burning,” he rumbled as he walked through the door, stretching up far higher than the ceiling used to be. Jovially, playfully, he asked, “Are you talking about me?”
Norah stood up excitedly and practically danced over to him. “Oh heeeeey Aaron! Oooh, I’m so happy to see you!”
“Yeah, I bet. What were you two talking about?”
“Oh, nothing babe. James was just trying to get into my pants and wasn’t accepting my no.”
Aaron looked at me. My heart sped up and I shrank back. His eyes pierced me. “Is that true, Mr. D? You trying to fuck my bitch?” He snapped his fingers.
A strange wave of something passed over me, and Aaron seemed to grow. Norah, too. I stared, in horror, unable to look away. Then my pants fell down, and I realised I was shrinking. It lasted only for a few seconds, and then it stopped, but when it was over, my shirt hung down to my knees and my pants pooled around my ankles. My arms and legs felt different. They were thinner, weaker. I was skinnier all over.
“There you go, Ms Calder. Feel free to push him around. He shouldn’t give you any trouble now.”
Norah looked down at me with delight. She walked over to me, put her hand on my chest, and pushed. I tumbled backward, tripping over my feet, and scrambling to get back up. Norah laughed.
“She…” I replied, weakly. “She and I were together. Before.”
“Oh yeah? Is that so? Were you two a thing?” He looked down at Norah, reaching out with his gigantic arm and pulling her to him, hugging her close. She only came up to his hip.
Norah made a disgusted face. “Oh, I mean… that was before.” She nuzzled his leg with her cheek, tracing the contours of one of his thigh muscles with her finger. “I’m your bitch now, you know that.”
Aaron looked down at me. “She’s right. She’s mine. You can’t just go around fucking my property without asking me.”
“I… what?” I was dumbfounded.
“You’ve got to ask permission. Don’t you think it’s rude to fuck someone else’s property without asking them first?”
Norah started running one of her hands up and down his dick, gently, slowly, licking her lips. Aaron smiled but didn’t acknowledge her.
I can’t do that, I thought. I won’t. I… but I can’t just walk away. I…
“I don’t want to do that,” I said.
Norah looked at me in horror. Aaron made an impressed face.
“Hrm. Well… I want you to ask me.” He leaned forward. “Go ahead, Mr. D. Ask me for permission to fuck your girlfriend.”
“I’m not his girlfriend,” Norah objected. Aaron ignored her.
I stared back, saying nothing.
Aaron grinned down at me, and snapped his fingers.
“Please, Aaron, can I fuck your bitch?” I blurted out. I hadn’t meant to. I hadn’t wanted to. But there it was. I’d said it. “I really want to fuck her again.” I couldn’t stop. “She’s so hot, she’s got the most incredible tits, and she’s so sexy… please, I just really want to fuck her.” I clapped my hand over my mouth and finally shut myself up.
Aaron thought for a moment and shrugged. “Okay.”
Norah looked up at him with surprise. “Really?”
“Yep. Listen to how polite he is. That deserves a fuck.”
“Fine. For you, Aaron.” She smiled and walked over to me. “Lucky you, James. Aaron says you get to fuck me, so you get to fuck me now.” She put her hands on the sides of her breasts and squeezed them together. “You like my new tits, huh? You want a titfuck?” She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, freeing her beautiful, impossible breasts. They bounced and swayed in front of her.
“I…” Not like this.
Without waiting for an answer, she reached down and pulled down my boxers. She gasped, a hand to her mouth, and then burst out laughing. “Oh my god! Aaron, did you shrink his dick too?”
I looked down and balked. My dick was puny. It was maybe the size of my little finger, with small raisin-sized balls. I held it in my hand, and it looked even smaller. “What… why would…”
Aaron smirked and crossed his arms, watching. His giant dick, hanging down to his knees, swung back and forth gently with his movements, mocking my own tiny member. Norah took my dick in between her thumb and forefinger, staring at it. “It’s so small! It’s like…” she let go and hefted her gargantuan tits up in front of it, pressing them together like two giant fleshy balloons. “I feel like it’ll just get lost in here.”
She reached out with her hands and put them under my arms, then lifted me up by my armpits and placed me on a chair. She then leaned forward, pressing her tits against each other, and completely engulfed my cock in her cleavage.
It was the most wonderful, most blissful sensation. My cock, sliding against her smooth, creamy skin, the enormous weight of her boobs pressing against my body, her nipples rubbing up against-
I came. The titjob couldn’t have lasted more than five seconds before I cried out and spurted my load into Norah’s cleavage. Norah’s mouth opened wide in amusement. “Oh, James, did you…? Oh, that was so fast! I guess you must really like these puppies, huh?” She pulled away and spread her tits apart, taking a look at the load I’d shot into them. It couldn’t have been more than a teaspoon of jizz. I stared at her in a mixture of shame, horror and unbelievable arousal.
Norah turned back to Aaron. “I did good, didn’t I, Aaron?”
“Mmm, you sure did, bitch.”
She bit her lip. “Can I… can I give you a titfuck now? Please? I want to feel your huge cock between my tits again. I miss it.”
He chuckled. “Sure. Come here.”
She squealed in delight and practically ran over to him. He sat down on the desk closest to him and held his python up in one hand. It started to stiffen and grow. She gasped. “Oh… Aaron, you’ve… you’ve grown. You’re even bigger than last time.”
“I’m always bigger than last time,” he grunted.
She touched her hands to her tits as she approached. His cock was continuing to swell larger and larger. It was as wide as a 2-litre bottle of soda, and almost as long as Norah’s leg, and his glans was the size of a cantaloupe. The veins running down his shaft throbbed visibly, and I could count his pulse by watching. She stared, her eyes wide. “I… I don’t know if I… I think I might not be big enough for you.”
Without a word, Aaron snapped his fingers. Immediately, Norah’s breasts began to swell once again, larger than soccer balls. She gazed at her own body, laughing. “Fuck yeah, Aaron, make my tits bigger and bigger, as big as they need to be for you!” Larger than watermelons. It seemed impossible for her to hold herself upright, yet she did, without any effort at all. He snapped his fingers again, and she started to grow taller – not her whole body, but just her midsection. Higher she rose, until she was now easily eight feet tall, and the space between her stomach and the bottoms of her breasts was huge. And then a second pair of tits started to swell on her body, in the newly created space. Quickly, they filled out, inflating like balloons, heavy and full, until she had two massive pairs of tits jutting out from her body. Two nubs extended from her sides, under her arms, and in a moment, another pair of arms began to grow. She flexed them and moved them around, laughing. “Oh, yeah, yeah! Make me your sex toy, Aaron! I want you to make my body perfect to pleasure your cock.”
And then her changes stopped. She grinned and stepped forward, using her four arms to pull her four tits apart, each one the size of a beanbag chair, so that she could fit Aaron’s massive rod between them, then pressed all four against it on both sides, rubbing, pressing, massaging it. His glans thrust in and out of her two cleavages, smacking her in the face every time he thrust forward, making her laugh and grin. “Fuck, Aaron, this is what a real dick is! Thank you!”
He snapped his fingers, and Norah’s tits started to spurt milk, as though four faucets had just been turned on. The milk splashed all over Aarons’s shaft, and ran down his body, pooling on the floor as he thrust again and again.
And then he came.
There was almost no warning. He took a deep breath and bellowed, his voice deep, rich, and masculine, and then it was as though a dam had broken. A flood of jizz erupted from him, a mighty pressurized flow spraying into her and knocking her over. She tumbled to the ground and lay there, and he sprayed her, coating her, soaking her, covering the chairs and the desks and the walls – and me. I shielded my eyes, but his come coated my clothes, got into my hair, soaking me to the skin. It was almost like being in a heavy rainstorm. I grabbed onto my desk to stop myself from being knocked over by the torrent of come.
And then it stopped. There was quiet. The only sounds were Aaron’s heavy breathing, and the sound of his come dripping off the walls and ceiling down into the lake that covered the entire floor of the room.
Slowly, carefully, I stepped forward. My shoes had come off; I hadn’t even noticed. My bare foot squished into his warm, ankle-deep come, and I walked forward slowly, carefully. Norah was on the ground, lying on her back, her four enormous tits splayed out to either side, each one weighing more than the rest of her body. She coughed suddenly, spitting out a huge gob of semen, and she laughed and coughed some more.
“Norah, are you alright?” I asked. She didn’t answer me. I wasn’t sure she’d even heard me. I realized she wasn’t my girlfriend anymore. She was Aaron’s sex toy.
I looked up at Aaron, who was watching me. I looked away. I pulled out a chair, wiped the come off of the seat as best as I could, and sat down in it. For a few moments, nobody spoke.
Then, I asked him: “Why are you still here?”
He considered the question for a moment. “Whaddaya mean?”
“I mean… you can do anything, right?”
“So… why are you still hanging around the school?”
He chuckled. “I’m not just here. I’m all over. I’m also at the mall. And the movie theatre where I work. And in Toronto, and in Dubai, and Tianjin... Hell, there are like 3 of me just here in the school. I’m here cause…” he shrugged. “I’m everywhere. In fact…”
He pointed up at the ceiling and snapped and suddenly, the ceiling was gone. The walls just ended and there was open sky up above us. And there, looming high above the building, completely naked, easily five hundred feet tall…
Slowly, he leaned down toward us, peering into the come-destroyed teachers’ lounge, and smiled at the sight of it from a new angle. He chuckled, then straightened up. His attention was drawn by something else over to the north, and he walked off, his giant footsteps making the ground shake just a bit.
Aaron – the Aaron right next to me - crossed his arms and looked back in my direction. “I’m everywhere.” He paused, then gestured to Norah, lying in his pool of slowly-cooling jizz, “she’ll be fine.” He walked out the door. “See you around, Mr. D.” he called as he left.
I turned back to Norah, who was returning to consciousness. I waded toward her to help her up. I considered what tomorrow was going to be like, and wasn’t sure I wanted to know