The Anatomy Teacher

[rs410]

Hi, guys. This part took me some time, as I wanted to wait for the polling to play out a bit and make sure I got it just right. As always, I appreciate the interest. 🙏 Enjoy!

Chapter 4

Sniffle.

Sniffle.

The only sound in the classroom now was the pained crying of Ms. Gross and the mock clapping of David.

"It can't... be. How did I...? No..." Ashley sobbed.

She turned her head left and right, taken aback by what her body had become. Her back was officially gigantic. She could physically see it without even having to turn her head around all the way. Her lats were bulging scarily at her sides, made of nothing but genetically fed female muscle. Ashley could feel the power they possessed. There was an inhuman gap of space between her arms and torso now. All of this because of her inhuman lat growth. As impressive as Ashley's body was, "aesthetic" was no longer an adjective that could be used to describe it.

"I was supposed to be an anatomy chart... A living legend to be immortalized in textbooks across the world...! But now... Sniff. Now I'm just... muscle. Hic." Ashley's uncontrollable sobbing was making even David a bit uncomfortable.

"Look, bitch..." David started.

"FUCK YOU!!" Ms. Gross exploded. Her body flared dangerously as it tensed in tearful anger. Veins throbbed visibly on the surface of Ashley's tight, thin skin. Despite overachieving and ruining her dream, the comfort of being a giant muscle woman was still there. It felt... good. Maybe she was aesthetic after all... just in a new way. Society had made anatomy charts based on normal human physiology, and Ashley Gross was much more than "normal." Why was she trying to be the perfect normie human? Yes! That was her problem this whole time. She wasn't thinking outside the box. She wasn't thinking big enough...

"Looks like I've never had thick skin. Heh." Ashley laughed in spite of herself. "But that's okay. I've always had... MUSCLE. HuRrRrRrR!"

Ms. Gross flexed her already freakish arms in front of herself. She watched as her vein-covered bicep heads quivered with slow but sure growth.

"Mmmph. Ugh. Fuck. Hic. " Ms. Gross moaned and sobbed as she drank in the sight of her own growth. Her muscles were getting larger by the second. Her body was creating new networks of veins to feed her hungry muscles and pump them up. It was sick and inhuman and scary. She loved it. So why should she stop?

Still lamenting what once was, what could have been, Ashley's sobbing was soon overtaken by moans. The growth felt too good. Every passing moment of muscle growth eroded her once sought-after goal of becoming a living anatomy chart.

No sense stopping now. I've gone too far, Ashley thought. Too much muscle to be anything other than an abomination. Why not embrace it? Why not keep getting huger and see what her body could do? She was making history right in this very room full of high schoolers. Not to mention the feeling... the intoxicating feeling of her muscles tearing and regrowing even larger than they were before. Ashley lived for that feeling. It’s time she accepted that she was muscle lusting freak.

With that, Ashley unshackled the tucked away safeties in her mind. The ones that had held her back from becoming truly big. From becoming what she was destined to be. Subconsciously, even Ashley had limits to how far she would go. All for the silly notion of being a bulked up, musclebound work of art. To be that anatomy chart. However, the yoked out muscle woman was peeling back the layers. Her unchecked lust for more muscle had done her in. She had no other choice but to push her body as far as her genetics and willpower would allow. In any way possible.

Without fully understanding what she herself was doing, the jacked Ms. Gross spread her legs apart as wide as she could and threw her arms behind her head.

The horrified class was treated to the shameful sight of Ashley's sex. An indecipherable web on veins fed from her titanic thighs and rippling stomach right into her nether region.

"Ugh! Close your legs you slut!" David shouted.

Ms. Gross ignored him and concentrated her energy into her crotch. The muscle woman's previously concealed clitoris was beginning to rear its head out from her thick, muscular legs. Never would she have thought that she'd be displaying her sex for complete strangers to see, but these were desperate times. Nothing could be held back now. She needed more muscle. More growth. Everywhere.

"Hnnnngggg!!" Ashley strained. She could hear the comforting sound of flesh stretching as her clit came to life. Her cheeks turned red from arousal. Fuck, this felt great.

Currently protruding a few inches from her legs, Ashley's clit was throbbing like it never had before. Normally women would be ashamed of having such a big, meaty clitoris. Normally. Hah. Another word not in Ashley's vocabulary.

"Fuck normal," Ms. Gross said. "Mmmph."

Another growth spurt. Her clit thickened and lengthened by another inch.

"Holy shit. That's a good girl," Ashley addressed her clit. "Get bigger for mommy. Show 'em who's boss."

Students began shouting in outrage over this disgusting, inappropriate display.

"What the fuck?!" David couldn't hide his shock.

"She's almost as big as me..." Mark said.

Ms. Gross could no longer hear her class. She was so focused, so enraptured by her growth that nothing else was registering. Just get bigger. Keep getting bigger. Put them to shame. Leave no doubt that you're superior in every conceivable way. And then one up that. And one up it again. And again. And again.

"Hnnnggg!"

Another inch of clit growth. The thing was as big as some male penises now. Fuck yeah.

"Nice and big, don't you think? I'm utterly DESTROYING you males. You all should be ASHAMED. My fucking jacked up clity is bigger than your cocks! Fuck yes. Ugh yeah. Hnnnnfff!"

Its growth wasn't over. Long since unsheathed from its hood, Ashley's clitoris was now as big as a porn star's cock. Except it was all girl meat. And it was throbbing with untapped power and fertility.

The crazed, wide-eyed look Ms. Gross had got more and more extreme as she reveled in the unholy, skin-stretching sound of her clit expanding and protruding out of her body.

"Yessss. Yes yes yessss. I'm huge EVERYWHERE. Nothing can stop me from growing. I'm a fucking gender bending abomination FREAK. Unnfff. Fuck. Feels so good... to be the alpha. Uggghh," Ms. Gross babbled, consumed by her lust for growth.

"Can't stop me now... Never gonna quit... being big. Never. Gotta keep... growing."

Already beet red and throbbing furiously, Ashley's prodigious clit expanded in another round of forced growth. The stretching was borderline agonizing as the blown up anatomy teacher strained with all her might to squeeze every last drop of pump into her clitoris. There was no question it was the most impressive sexual organ humankind had ever seen, male or female. Well over a foot long and bulging with hungry veins just like her muscles, it was the cherry on top of the muscle mountain that was Ashley Gross.

"GrRrRrRrrRrrRRRR!! HNNNNNGGGG!"

The class thought Ashley was literally going to explode. Her deep, thunderous roars of effort and strain penetrated through each student like a lightning strike. They themselves could almost feel what she was going through, what kind of torture she was subjecting herself to all for the sake of being a pumped up female muscle monster.

“Guhhh!” Ashley sighed as she dropped her massive arms down to her side.

Her clitoris was throbbing visibly. Its prodigious length swollen red from both arousal and growth.

“Ahhh... Time to relax for a second, class,” Ashley breathed. She lumbered around behind her desk. Her chair was simply too small to hold a specimen like her, so she brushed it aside with one mighty arm. Having no place to sit, Ms. Gross stood. Her scary, gender-bending clit was now concealed behind her desk, tucked away neatly in the space where most people’s legs would go. But she wasn’t “most people.” And she most certainly didn’t need to relax. Ashley lowered her head and smirked.

The class remained fixated on her intimidating form. Her slabs of muscle meat were inhumanly grotesque and beautiful at the same time. They may not be their taste, but her class couldn’t help but look on in awe as their teacher’s minuscule movements were facilitated by her overgrown muscles.

Thud.

The students jumped as their teacher’s desk became suspended off the ground for a second and thudded back onto the floor.

Thud.

Again.

Thud.

Thud.

Ms. Gross placed her arms on top of her desk to show the class it wasn’t her massive pipes that were causing the desk to stir. This was a sight in itself as her criminally thick biceps bunched up like ginormous tumors while her arms bent to rest on the surface of the desk.

Thud.

“What the fuck is she doing now?” Mark whispered to David.

“I don’t know. Who cares,” David replied, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair.

He tried his best to show disinterest at what was going on at the front of the classroom, but the sound of the desk was making it difficult to ignore. And the giant naked muscle woman behind it...

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

Ashley bit her lip.

“Alright, what’s up with that fucking noise?” David snapped. “Still not done being annoying or what?” He glared at Ms. Gross.

Instead of returning the petulant student’s look of disdain, Ashley ignored him.

She fluttered her eyes shut as the thudding continued.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

“Uugghhhh...” Ms. Gross groaned. She bent her head backwards on the last thud. Her bulging neck flexed with the motion, showing off giant veins and corded muscle.

“Is she doing... what I think she’s doing...?” Mark gulped.

David’s eyes widened.

“You FREAK! No way you’re pulling that off with your... with your...” he couldn’t finish his sentence. There was no way this was possible. It had to be another trick...

“Unnnhhh ohhh...” Ashley groaned again at the word “freak.” The desk lifted higher than it ever had and thud back down to the ground.

THUD.

“Stop it!”

THUD.

“Stop!”

THUD.

“STOP IT YOU FUCKING MONSTER!”

“Ohhhhhh! Uuggghhhhh. Mmmmm...”

Ms. Gross licked her lips as the silly boy’s protests left his mouth. It was music to her ears.

“Call me that again... A monster.”

“What?!”

“Say it to me... Please...” Ashley begged. Her breath was ragged and heavy.

“You want to be called a monster? What the fuck is wrong with you, bitch? You’re nothing but a perverted DYKE.”

“MMPH. Ughhhh. That’ll do...”

The desk lifted up once more. It climbed off the ground higher and higher and higher. This time it was high enough that the class was treated (Although, they’d probably use another word...) to Ashley‘s blown up, meaty legs. She was indeed standing; the desk was not being supported by them, which could only mean...

“I was right...” Mark said in fear. “Oh my god...”

Ms. Gross smirked again. The desk rose just high enough to expose what was really going on under there. And it was a sight to behold.

Her clitoris has thickened significantly since the class had last seen it a few moments ago. And it’s length was now that of a baseball bat.

“Urrr...” Ashley adjusted the weight on her clit. Her desk jostled as her superior sexual organ supported it.

Ashley’s clit was straight up muscular. It was red, throbbing, and veiny. Not out of place at all on her jacked, swole body. Fitting for the alpha woman that she was.

“As you can see... class,” Ashley started. There was a slight strain in her voice, but not due to the weight that her clit was holding. Rather, Ms. Gross was trying to contain her intense arousal enough to speak.

“No one is a match for me. Most humans couldn’t even lift this desk using their whole body. And here I am, using my fucking clit. You can’t even begin to comprehend what I’m capable of.” Ms. Gross was certainly growing into the role she wanted, quite literally. No one could match her muscular freakiness.

David was miffed at the air Ms. Gross had about her now. Sure, she was a little big. He’d give her that, maybe. But no way was she superior to a male. No way...

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, bitch. Say that all you want. It won’t make it true. Your tricks aren’t fooling anyone. Now put some fucking clothes on, you ugly wannabe man. No one wants to see your roided out hot air ballooned muscles. And NO ONE wants to see your fucking dick.”

Ashley’s clit lurched at the foolish boy’s taunting.

“Urrfff.” Whoa there, girl, Ashley thought. Her clit sprouted some more veins and additional girth. If Ms. Gross didn’t know better, she’d say her appendage looked... angry.

Ashley stared right into the defiant teen’s eyes. Her gaze pierced right through his very soul.

“I think it’s time to teach you a lesson, boy.”

David gulped reflexively.

“Oh yeah? What’s that supposed to mean?” He crossed his arms.

Ms. Gross remained silent. She began to lumber down the row of desks, knocking them around due to her sheer mass. Her body was too wide for normal things like aisles. It couldn’t conform. Precisely how she liked it. This served to deepen Ashley’s arousal as her muscles bumped into the puny inanimate objects.

“Too big... too big for this. Unnn. Yeahhh...” Ms. Gross muttered as her muscular width shunted aside desk after desk. The students gasped and moved their chairs away in fear. No one dared complain or protest to the unstoppable beast of a woman.

Finally, after a few more moments of navigating the rows, Ms. Gross arrived at the desk of David.

“Congratulations. You made even more of a mess than you already have,” David scolded, looking at the uneven rows of desks that Ms. Gross had disturbed.

“Good. All the better to show my strength...” Ms. Gross breathed. “My muscle...” Her eyes glazed over for a second at the word. Even speaking it made her heart pound with excitement. She needed more of it. Her clit throbbed visibly again. Soon...

“Pssh. Whatever. Anyone can move some cheap desks around. Big deal,” David dismissed.

“But can they do this?” Ms. Gross unceremoniously grabbed ahold of David’s desk on either end.

David was given an extreme close-up of his teacher’s outrageous, bulging arms. Her biceps, even though her arms were fully extended, bulged out of their limbs by a ludicrous proportion; they were actually touching one another. David gulped reflexively. He internally scolded himself for the action.

Then David noticed something. His teacher’s arms began to tense. Veins coalesced on each of the muscle freak’s yoked out biceps. They spread down to her forearms like water down a pipe. They grew thicker and thicker each passing moment. Then a pause. David looked back up at Ms. Gross. She was smiling.

Without so much as a huff of breath, Ashley effortlessly lifted David’s desk over her head. Her giant shoulders bulged and her lats flared powerfully despite the relatively light weight to the swoled up specimen. Ashley herself was making her muscles strain, not the weight. All the better to use them functionally, right? Give everything all you can give, she had always said. Even trivial movements can be an opportunity for growth. For muscle. That was the mentality that had carried her so far. Only now was Ashley truly discovering just how far it could take her.

“Ahhh yeahhhh. So powerful. So strong,” she moaned in muscle lust.

“Neat trick, freak. These cheap desks aren’t too hard to pick up. I could do that when I was in middle school,” David lied. Sure, they weren’t the heaviest things in the world, but overhead pressing them without strain was something he wasn’t sure he could pull off.

“Silence, boy! I’m not done...” Ashley snapped. She closed her eyes. “Urrrr... urrrr... urrrrffff... unnnffff...”

The muscle monster chewed on her plump lower lip as she forced her giant clit to undergo another growth spurt. It stretched a good few inches this time. Ashley was putting everything she had into her pump. Her pussy was soaked in anticipation for what she was about to do.

Ms. Gross took a few steps backward, giving everyone, especially David, a clear view of her superior sexual appendage. It was inhumanly long, thick, and veiny. But most of all, it was strong and muscular.

“Huhhh, huhhh, huhhh...” Ashley took some deep breaths. Her bulbous glutes flexed tight into giant balls of shredded girl beef. But this was merely a welcome side effect of her true goal. Her clitoris began to tense and bulge just like her muscles when she pumped them up. Ashley was flexing her yoked out sex organ with all her might.

“RRRAAAAAHHH!!” Ashley roared. The primal roar of an alpha female.

All of a sudden, Ashley’s massive arms slammed down the desk right onto her erect, twitching clit.

CRACK.

The sickening sound echoed throughout the classroom. It had all happened so fast that some students couldn’t even comprehend it. But David had seen. Ms. Gross had just broken a desk in half with her clit.

“Ohhhhhh fuckkk!” Ashley moaned uncontrollably. “Fuckkkk yeahhhh. Ohhhhh oooooh... Mmph.” A glob of precum plopped our of her sex onto the ground between her giga legs.

“Oooh...” The beastly mass of muscle that was Ms. Gross was freely oozing precum out of her muscle vagina now. She could feel her internal pussy muscles twitching in anticipation. Her clitoris was throbbing viciously. It was harder than any man’s dick had ever been and Ashley had proven it right in front of her class.

“Mmph...” Another glob of precum splatted to the floor.

Ashley began to mindlessly massage her mega clit with both hands, rubbing its length with rhythmic motions. Her breathing became deep and controlled. She wanted to take in every sensation, every feeling of her body. Her temple of muscle. Yes, that’s what it was. A temple fitting for the goddess that she was. Fuck normal. Fuck human. She had transcended that long ago.

“Did you all... did you all SEE what I just did?! Haaah haah ahhhh...” Ms. Gross exclaimed breathily. She was stroking her clit freely, unashamed of the eyes fixated on her. Her pleasure was vocalized with every pause of breath. They couldn’t look away. It didn’t matter if they were disgusted, they were still watching, weren’t they?

“People can’t even break wooden planks over their KNEES! Ahh ugh...” Her stroking quickened at the thought. “And I just shattered a whole desk with my CLITORIS!”

Ashley’s swole arms were moving up and down with such vigor that they were getting a decent pump from her effort. Her veiny, muscle-stuffed blocky forearms were in perfect balance to her giant, raging clit. Only these arms could truly please her the way she wanted. Everything had to be muscle. Everything had to be monster girl meat.

“So- ugh. What do you say now, punk?” Ashley looked down upon the small, fragile teenager before her. Everyone was small to her, no one could possibly compare to what she was. There was no way that she could be denied anymore. She had demonstrated just how far she surpassed human limits. Fuck aesthetics. Ashley wanted something much more, now.

David, for his part, could hardly do much to conceal his shock, but he sure tried.

“I-I... I don’t- There’s no-... It’s just not possible. This has to be some kind of joke. You’re a- you’re a FRAUD!” David stammered. “You’re DISGUSTING. I don’t know what kind of technology you have or what kind of skin suit you’re wearing, but... it’s not funny anymore! Stop it!” David was borderline pleading. He was getting desperate and running out of excuses.

“SKIN SUIT?!” Ms. Gross asked, incredulous. Her eyes bugged out at the ridiculous notion. “You think THIS-“ She lowered herself and brought her left arm to bare right in front of the little shit’s face. “-IS A SKIN SUIT?!”

Ashley curled her beyond massive arm into a bicep flex. Her gigantic forearm bunched and coiled with tight, skin stretching girl meat. Ashley made a point to flex as hard as she could. Her mountainous bicep rose and rose and rose as she painstakingly called upon every single muscle fiber in her arm to flex to the max.

CREEEEAAAAAK.

Sickening creaking penetrated David’s eardrums as he witnessed the muscles in his monstrous teacher’s arm stretch her skin to the brink. The bulbous mass that was Ashley’s bicep vibrated powerfully as the mass monster did everything she could to will more effort into her flex. David’s mouth couldn’t help but fall open as he saw the peak rise and grow with mass.

“Go ahead. Feel it,” Ms. Gross said through grit teeth. “Tell me if I’m just a pumped up balloon animal,” she dared.

David remained silent. He was frozen in his seat.

“I’ll feel it,” said a voice behind Ms. Gross.

[wkm1959]

Excellent Work, I must say.

[jumpy999]

Wow, completely worth the wait. Can't believe it took this long for someone to volunteer to worship Ashley's body. Here's hoping David gets what's coming to him too. Awesome stuff!

[wkm1959]

There are a few possibilities, perhaps a fellow teacher, principal or male & female students who marvel at Ashley's results & are bodybullders as well who are on Ashley's side  Who knows?  Just a thought.

[tarzan7]

Futanari… Originally I was sorry you went that way. But, the way you wrote this, man. Maybe because I'm a "beast" I'd worship her... and even worship her "sex"... whatever it is. Hot stuff. Keep going.

[mrshhh]

So I've read this chapter about 75 times now and it keeps getting better.  Absolutely incredible work!!

[wolflightning13]

Fantastic story.  Keep destroying those male egos.   

[Wookey]

Very hard to know where you go next with this story

[wkm1959]

This story can go in several directions.

[wkm1959]

First, an arm-wrestling match with this loser who has given all this grief to her.  Then an arm-wrestle with a more worthy opponent  (male or female) whom she defeats after a serious back & forth strength & endurance match. Perhaps a female Phys -Ed Teacher or a male football coach.

[wkm1959]

Been a wee while since the last installment, hopeful for more.

[jhunter]

This was an unexpected treasure. I look forward to more.

[wkm1959]

I hope we do see more.

[wkm1959]

Pictures of Ashley would be unique too.

[wkm1959]

This story will continue in time