The Anatomy Teacher

[rs410]

Hello, everyone! I'm really excited to share this new story I've been working on. After The Muscle Nurse, I had a stroke of inspiration to pen a muscular anatomy teacher. Been writing and brainstorming like crazy and I'm fairly satisfied with what I have so far. Just a heads up, there is a female muscle growth element at play, so if you're looking for realism this story kind of bends it a bit. Hope you all enjoy!

The Anatomy Teacher

Chapter 1

Today was the day that Ashley Gross would start as the new anatomy and physiology teacher at Northeast High School. She had been handpicked by the school's principal due to her expertise, a fact that she held with pride. You see, Ms. Gross, as her students were to call her, was not your average high school teacher. Far from it. She was a bodybuilder. And not just any bodybuilder. She was a living freak of nature.

It all started at the age of three, when Ashley first began to show signs that she was something special. Her muscular development was far past that of an average toddler. Her parents were concerned; no normal little kid should have visible muscles the size of an amateur weightlifter. They took her to multiple doctors, all of which had no explanation for her "symptoms." Test after test was run. The only explanation was that Ashley Gross was simply... better. Genetic tests confirmed as such. Doctors wanted to study her some more, but her parents had none of it. They thought it was best to just bring her home and have her live as normal of a life as possible.

As she got older, Ashley was embarrassed by her noticeable muscles. She even went to extreme lengths to starve herself just to rid herself of them. By the time she started high school, she looked like your average teenage girl. The teasing stopped. She was more than happy to be rid of the "man muscles" that had shamed her throughout her whole childhood. At least, she thought she was.

Truth be told, Ashley never minded her muscles per se. Before she was made fun of, she found them to be empowering. It was cool having the strength to do things most girls couldn't. Society was what had turned her away from her identity, stripped her of what made her special. But no longer.

One day during freshman year, Ashley passed the school's weightlifting room. The football team was in there for one of their after-school workouts. Teen boys were taking turns spotting each other on the bench press. Others were working the weight machines. Ashley couldn't help her curiosity. It'd be neat to lift weights like the boys did. Why should girls stay away? All because society doesn't want them to have muscles like the guys?

Well, I think men are just intimidated, Ashley thought. You know what, screw it.

The next day, Ashley brought some gym clothes to school and stood after to use the weight room. She got a few looks from the guys in there, but she kept her head down and kept working. Ashley ended up making this a habit; she would catch a workout every day after school for an hour. Within a week, she could see her old musculature coming back. Torn between societal pressures to fit in, especially at her age, and her own identity, Ashley did her best to ride the middle ground. Luckily it was fall, with winter fast approaching, so she could get away with wearing long sleeve shirts and jeans. However, when spring rolled around, this became much more challenging. As it was she already was having a hard time concealing her thick, muscular physique with clothes. Were she to show some skin, there would be no question that she wasn't just bulky, but muscly.

Despite her social fears, Ashley's confidence in her own skin grew with her muscles. By the end of freshman year, she walked around the halls unashamed of her body. Her friends immediately noticed.

"Ooh, girl what's that lump on your arm?! Eww!"

"Why are you getting so muscly?"

"Are you sure you don't want to be a man?"

Those were just a few of the things her friends would say to her about her muscles. There would be many nights where Ashley would come home in tears feeling all alone in the world. Even her own parents didn't understand. Every time she would bring it up they would brush it off and tell her to "just diet down." They couldn't be bothered having an "abnormal" daughter.

"Why do you want to build up those... muscles? Don't you want to be ladylike?" her mom would ask. "How about you just have a salad for dinner, sweetie?"

No one got it. Ashley wanted to be big and strong. No matter how much she was ridiculed, she wouldn't stop lifting. In fact, she would continue in spite of it all. Thus, by the time high school was over, Ashley had no friends and muscles the caliber of professional bodybuilders.

College was not much different. Although she tried to avoid people by taking online classes, the inevitable in-person ones did nothing but jade her further. Students would choose seats far away from her and giggle amongst themselves at Ashley's "mannish" physique. She had chosen education as her major, perhaps in a desire to inform the ignorant people of the world.

Ashley continued to keep to herself all through college. Freaky as she may be, her grades were stellar and she showed remarkable aptitude as a teacher. As such, she was able to land her current job at Northeast High without too much of a problem. They may not like her muscles, but they would like her teaching skills.

And perhaps it was mere coincidence that Ashley Gross returned to the very high school she came to despise. But she knew better. There was a grudge that needed to be settled. She would show these spoiled, ignorant brats just what it meant to be a girl. And it would all start in her anatomy and physiology class.

Ashley entered the classroom wearing oversized baggy sweats. Hardly fitting attire for a teacher. However, she was no normal teacher. She was a freak. She was "gross." Those were the common words used to describe her back in the day. They weren't inaccurate, Ashley reasoned. Maybe her last name was a sign. She was meant to be this way. Gross.

"I am Ms. Gross," Ashley stated with a firm, commanding tone as she walked up to her desk at the front of the class.

"And this is anatomy and physiology."

The class looked at her quizzically. Her attire was the first thing they noticed. Way out of place. Especially at a school like Northeast High. Yet, she had an air about her. A presence in the room that said, "I own this shit." They looked at Ms. Gross in rapt attention. She already was in complete control.

"Now, without wasting time..." Ashley moved in front of her desk to give the class a full view of herself. "Let's talk about anatomy. Specifically, the muscular system. Can someone tell me a part in that system?"

A nerdy, timid-looking girl raised her hand in the front row.

"The biceps brachii?" she squeaked.

Huh. Maybe they all weren't so bad, Ashley thought. This nerdy girl seemed eager and nice enough. Still, they would all bear witness to her.

"Correct," Ashley said.

She raised her arms and began to curl them inward. Two large lumps rose on her arms, clearly visible through her sweats. Some of the students raised their eyebrows and exchanged disbelieving glances. Did they all just see the same thing? As soon as she was about to reach the apex of her flex, Ashley lowered her arms.

"Biceps brachii. One of my favorites. Any others?"

Some dumb looking kid raised his hand. "Gluteus maximus," he guffawed stupidly at his own statement.

Ashley scoffed internally at the kid's remark.

"Yes. Correct."

She turned her back to the students and, with hands on her hips, tightened her glutes. Her sweat pants knotted and tightened as she flexed her butt. However, this too only lasted for a quick second.

The class sat stunned at what Ms. Gross had just done. It was certainly on the border of appropriateness for a teacher, at the very least. But what about how her butt bunched up like that? No average one does that to pants like those.

"Another?"

Silence. The classroom was filled with a mixture of curiosity, apprehension, and discomfort. After a few moments, the nerdy girl raised her hand again.

"Yes?" Ashley gestured to the girl.

"Pectoralis major and minor," she stated.

"Very good," Ashley praised.

She stuck out her arms in front of her and clasped them together. Noticeable bumps could be seen in her bust area through the sweatshirt. She alternated flexing her left and right pecs once over.

Some students audibly gasped. This teacher just bounced her pecs in front of the class. There was no way this was happening.

"You see, class, the best way to learn anatomy..." Ashley began to remove her sweat shirt. She grabbed it with both hands from the bottom and started to peel it up over her body. Ever so slowly the class was able to see what had been under them this whole time.

First they witnessed the most insane, inhuman, cut abs ever to grace their eyes. Even as Ashley had extended her body to remove her sweatshirt, her abs still looked like chunky blocks of brick. One of the students in the back inhaled sharply.

As the shirt climbed up Ashley's hulking frame, the class was treated to the widest V taper they would ever see. Ashley's lats flared out like wings; they made her look even more powerful than she already appeared.

As Ashley lifted her shirt past her shoulders, many more gasps could be heard. She was wearing a tiny light blue bra and that was it. Her boulder shoulders looked perfectly capped and cut. There wasn't an ounce of fat on them, yet they were bigger than Ashley's head!

"What the-?" one kid said in disbelief.

"Oh my god..." said another.

Ashley tossed her sweatshirt on her desk. Her lips couldn't help but curl into a satisfied smirk.

"... is to have a visualization. An anatomy chart. I'm here today to be that for you all," she said smugly.

The anatomy teacher casually slipped off her sweatpants in one deft motion, revealing a tiny light blue thong and giant, heavily muscled legs. They were in clear bodybuilding contest condition. Veins and ripped sinewy muscle covered Ashley's lower body. It was hard to argue that she wouldn't make a good candidate for an anatomy chart. Each muscle on her was distinct and protruding.

The students mouths were hanging open in a mixture of shock and disgust. Their teacher had just completely disrobed in front of them. And weirder yet, she was a female bodybuilder.

"Now, let's review," Ashley continued. It was as if she wasn't half naked in front a classroom full of students. "Biceps brachii."

She curled her arms into an intense front double biceps pose. Giant peaks rose atop her muscular upper limbs. At the apex of her flex, Ashley's peaks began to form their own peaks. The students had never seen anything like this before. Sure, they had all come across pictures of bodybuilders at some point, photoshopped or otherwise, but Ms. Gross was different. For one, she was a female. Secondly, she was probably more muscular than any of the bodybuilders they had seen.

Ashley's arms were the perfect combination of ripped and huge. She was clearly well within the range of single digit body fat, yet her arms were the size of the biggest off-season bodybuilders. Not that her students would truly appreciate that fact. How much hard work went into this body. Ashley scrunched her face up in annoyance over their naïveté.

"And from behind..." she turned around and went into a back double biceps pose. Ridges and lumps were everywhere along the teacher's arms and back. She was truly ginormous. Her bicep peaks jutted out many inches from her jacked arms. Her back was the epitome of ripped; wide and bursting with ridges of muscular development.

The students continued to sit in awe. Was this really happening right now?

"Next was... gluteus maximus, I think," Ashley went on.

Still with her back to the class, Ashley put her hands on her hips and tightened her glutes. They immediately hardened into tight knots of chiseled female muscle. And they were big. Each ball of muscle had to at least be the size of a bowling ball, if not bigger, and just as hard. The class soon understood how Ms. Gross was able to show off her glutes through her clothes. There was some serious muscle development going on down there. She was yoked.

Ashley tightened her glutes further, and the students could swear they heard the sound of skin being knotted. It was sick. Each cheek was 100% muscle; there was not an ounce of fat on them.

"Pectoralis major and minor..." Ms. Gross turned to face the class again. There wasn't so much as a hint of embarrassment on her face despite her body being on display in front of her teenage students. In fact, she was struggling to stop from outright cheesing.

Bring her arms out in front of her like before, Ashley began to alternatively flex each of her muscular pectorals. Like every other part of her body, there was no fat to speak of. Her breasts were instead replaced by two globes of pectoral muscles. No one could say Ms. Gross didn't have a bust; her chest was bigger than most women's and she didn't even have boobs anymore.

A few students groaned in disgust. This teacher was an abomination. It was one thing to have muscles, but she didn't even have breasts? This bitch might as well have been a man. At least, that's what they thought. To Ashley, she was the pinnacle of everything a woman should be. The genetic alpha female. And she was going to prove it.

Her bra strained to contain her jumping pecs. Each globe formed into a tightened mass of muscle as it got its turn to flex. There was no doubt that Ms. Gross could bench some serious weight with those things on her chest. Some of the bigger jocks in the class couldn't help but feel a pang of inadequacy just looking at her. But she was a roided out juice monkey who had been lifting for years, right? Of course she was bigger than them. Give them a few more years and they'd be way more jacked than her if they really wanted to. Their minds raced to come up with justifications for the demonstrable muscular superiority of Ms. Gross.

Ashley lowered her arms to her side and stopped her pec dance. Even standing there the students could tell just how intimidating their anatomy teacher was. Her presence exuded strength and a subtle, controlled dominance.

Ms. Gross took a moment to survey her class. Everyone was looking at her with jaws agape, eyes bugged out. They all sat straight up in their chairs trying to process what was happening. No one uttered a word. Good. She had their attention now. Time for the real fun to begin

[FemaleMuscleStories]

great beginning and class introduction, looking forward to reading more.

[phil123]

That was fun. So like to read what happens next.
Perhaps she inspired some girls to grow muscles herself and so anatomy class becomes a new meaning

[wowser1016]

I would sure like to take THAT Anatomy Class! Cannot wait to see where she goes next. A hell of an opening for her first class!

[Saxony Red Devil]

Well, you have my attention. Incredible start!

[Online1138]

The Muscle Nurse was amazing, and this looks like it's going to be even better!

[wolflightning13]

Great work.  Love how confident she is.   

[tarzan7]

This is going to be interesting. You have my attention. I look forward to the next chapter!

[rs410]

Next chapter is out! Been looking forward to really get the ball rolling. Hope you all like this part.

Chapter 2

"You there! Girl. What's your name?" Ms. Gross pointed to the nerdy girl who had volunteered earlier. She seemed taken aback by Ashley's display, but there was a look of... -was that fascination?- in her eyes.

The nerdy girl hesitated. "J-Jenny," her voice shook.

"Jenny. I have a quiz for you. Do you want to touch the anatomy chart?" she said, gesturing to her own body. "Put your hands where the latissimus dorsi are."

"Uhh, I-uhh" Jenny stammered.

"Don't be shy. I won't bite. Promise." Ashley gave Jenny a warm, comforting smile.

Jenny laughed nervously and returned a weak smile. She rose from her seat and walked over to Ms. Gross.

"Go ahead," Ms. Gross encouraged. "The latissimus dorsi," she repeated. "Know where that is?"

Jenny nodded. Ms. Gross turned her back for the class to see. She put her hands on her hips and waited. Jenny brought one of her hands up to the teacher's left lat, her eyes fixated on the muscular woman to measure her reaction. The teacher's body was surprisingly warm. And really hard. Jenny couldn't help but open her mouth opened in awe. Ms. Gross seemed really strong.

"Good job," Ms. Gross praised. "Keep your hand where it is and show the class the other one."

Feeling a bit less shy, the nerdy girl extended her other arm to reach out and touch Ashley's right lat. However, Ms. Gross wasn't going to make it that simple. After all, this was her show. She was a living anatomy chart.

Ms. Gross began to expand the wings that she called lats. Hands firmly on her hips, she widened her back. Her muscles immediately flared out in dramatic fashion. Jenny, who had already been struggling to place her hand on the other lat, found that she could no longer reach it. Ms. Gross was too wide.

"Just blowing it up so the students in the back can see," Ms. Gross said nonchalantly. It was as if she were talking about magnifying the text size on a PowerPoint slide. Except this was her own body. Well, she did want to be the perfect anatomy teacher after all.

"Guhh... Gahh!" Ashley bit her lips as she stretched out her lats.

Audible cracks could be heard as she flexed them bigger and wider. Jenny's eyes widened as she beheld Ashley's muscle growth up close. More cracks. Ashley groaned as she felt her body expand with more muscle. Jenny tried her best to stretch out and reach for the lats of Ms. Gross. Too wide. Way too wide. Even fully outstretched, Jenny was fully eclipsed by her teacher's growing shadow.

The students let out gasps and cries of disbelief. Their own anatomy teacher was growing right in front of their eyes. This shouldn't be humanly possible.

"Guh... Ahhhh..." Ashley sighed in relief and slight bliss as she released her flex. "Thank you, Jenny. You may sit down now."

Jenny, in spite of herself, squeezed the now noticeably bigger left lat of Ms. Gross before returning to her seat. Gosh, she felt so strong.

Ashley's back remained in its new widened, hulking state despite the release of her flex. She turned back to face her class. Some students were exchanging glances with each other and trying to make sense of what they saw. How had she done it? It had to be some sort of trick. There was no way someone could just grow bigger like that... Was there?

Ashley wanted to erase any doubt in their minds that what they saw was fake. She smiled and cranked into a most muscular pose. The swole teacher's muscles came to life again as the she willed them into compliance. More veins began to appear on her body. The existing ones thickened as they filled with blood. All the better to pump up and feed her muscle growth.

"I'm the most muscular person you all will ever see," Ms. Gross boasted with pride. "The perfect anatomy chart. Much better than those diagrams you find in textbooks. Way more definition. Way more muscle. I mean, just look at me."

To Ashley's credit, she wasn't wrong. Each individual muscle group on her body was in jutting, swollen prominence. Her sweeping, bulging triceps, her hulking mammoth traps, her ripped abdominal wall. All of it was on clear display. There was no mistaking that Ms. Gross was a hardcore bodybuilder.

Ms. Gross groaned as she turned her flex up a notch. Fat, juicy veins came to life all over her chest, arms, and neck. She had always wanted to do this. Ever since she was a little girl she knew she had this potential. This was only the second time she had ever let loose, though. The first being on accident when she was a little girl. It was one of her earliest memories. She was playing around admiring her muscles and flexing in front of the bathroom mirror. Perhaps she got too excited and flexed a bit too hard, but her body had begun to creak and expand with muscle. Truth be told, it had scared her. She was already enough of a genetic freak as it was. Vowing to never tell anyone or do it again, Ashley had buried her secret. Until now. She knew it was time to show the world just what she was capable of.

Her body creaked and popped as it added more mass to every muscle on her body. This woman was literally getter larger every passing moment. More fat veins. More muscle. More pump. She was becoming seriously swole.

"Mmmph!" Ashley groaned. It hurt so good.

The students were getting a bit rowdy now. A few girls covered their mouths in horror and revulsion. Some dudes laughed and began whispering to each other. Ashley thought she heard the word "freak" being tossed around. She was a grown woman now, but the words still cut her like knives; they reopened old wounds. It brought up all of the times she was made fun of in school. All of the hushed words and averted gazes. All of the solitary lunches and the tear-filled nights in bed.

With tears forming in her eyes, Ms. Gross flexed harder.

"Whisper all you want. You can't stop me. Can't stop these.... muh... muh... muh... mmmmuscles!"

Ashley convulsed as a wave of muscle growth came over her. The anatomy teacher's body continued to creak and crack and groan with growth as her muscles grew and her skin stretched. It was a beautiful kind of pain. Like delayed onset muscle soreness, but a few days worth of it all at once. There was nothing Ashley savored more than the feeling of her muscles burning. It meant that she would grow and be bigger than before. Her genes were working.

"Put your clothes on, you freak! You're not even as huge as male bodybuilders. They're way bigger."

The scathing words came from a jock in the back wearing a tank top and some jewelry around his neck. He was tall and well-muscled for a high schooler. Looked like a member of the football team.

His words out of anyone else stung most of all. They hit Ashley at the very core of her being. It was one thing to be labeled a freak and an outcast. That much she had endured her whole life. It was another to question her muscular superiority. No one does that to her. She would not stand this. How could anyone deny her superior genetics?

"SHUT UP!! All of you!!" Ms. Gross breathed heavily. She was angry now.

The classroom immediately fell silent.

"Not even as big as the males?! How daaaaare you!" Ashley crunched down on her flex.

She groaned with strain. Her traps had almost risen to her ears now. This gave her a monstrously thick and solid appearance. Especially given that her comparatively tiny bra strings were struggling to stay attached up her giant neck. Her pecs were vibrating and her ripped arms were shaking out of both strain and anger. Fat, meaty veins began to surge into prominence on her biceps' heads. Their peaks pulsed with power. Her blocky, power-packed forearms were cut and veiny, yet still irrationally huge and powerful. There wasn't anything on Ashley's body that was neglected by her alpha female genes. She made doubly sure of that through her countless hours tearing and breaking down her muscles at the gym. All in the name of muscularity.

"Do you know what hypertrophy is, class?" Ms. Gross asked. "It's muscle growth. What you're witnessing right now. Normally it takes days and weeks and months for muscles to grow. I'm making them grow right now! I AM the most muscular human in the world! I AM a living anatomy chart! YOU take that back!" Ms. Gross paused her flex to point at the mouthy student. Her eyes were wide and crazed. There were veins and sinew and girl beef all over her body. Ashley Gross looked like a true muscle monster.

The football jock sat there for a split second before composing himself. He wouldn't admit that this teacher was a bit scary, but he could tell he hit a soft spot. Years of being a bully had refined this craft. Time to assert his dominance. He would not allow some teacher to be in control. Especially not a female.

"Fuck. You." He threw up two middle fingers. "Disgusting FREAK. Roided out gender-bending monster who can't even get as big as a TRUE male," he spat.

"No..." Ashley said quietly. "No no no..."

She went back into a most muscular pose. Ashley looked down at her body and flexed harder. She could see her hard work and genetics on full display. She was caked with veins and loaded with female muscle.

"No no no NO! I'm big. I'm big..." her voice cracked as she fought back more tears.

More creaking could be heard as the muscle woman put her heart and soul into her crab pose. Ashley didn't know what to believe. She had always had body dysmorphia. Was she really not big enough? She wanted to blow everyone away. To be the biggest, most muscular person to ever exist. With her genetics, she should win. She had to. Or all of this was for nothing.

"It's time to show you all what hypertrophy really is."

Ashley's muscles exploded with a massive spurt of growth. Her arms began to inflate like balloons. It was as if someone had attached an air pump to them. Her skin was creaking dangerously loud now. Her bra began to tear as her growing chest fought against it. Her pectorals began to spill out, revealing Ashley's erect nipples. Her thong snapped as her waist, glutes, and legs expanded with freakish amounts of muscle. The class gasped in astonishment, even the jock.

Ashley was surprised at her level of muscle growth. She had never been this large before. The bigger she felt herself getting, the more it comforted her. These muscles were armor for her sensitive soul. She needed to make them bigger. To protect herself. No one could hurt her if she just got bigger, right? She needed this, Ashley reasoned. That's why she had come here. That's why she had devoted her life after high school to becoming a teacher. Just for this moment. Ashley wanted to humiliate them. To make them feel how badly she had been hurt when she was younger. High schoolers sucked. They were mean and nasty. But she would be the one to teach them a lesson. To make them pay.

"Freak! Freak! Freak!" the jock chanted. A few of his friends joined in.

"Freak! Freak! Freak!"

"Fucking gorilla woman!"

"Yeah, put some clothes on, slut!"

"Nothing but a wannabe male bodybuilder," the jock said. He was trying his best to stop this bitch from getting huger. Even he knew what she was doing was unheard of, but he wouldn't give her the satisfaction. Men were the alpha sex no matter how much this yoked out teacher wanted otherwise.

Ashley sniffled. Tears were streaming freely down her face now.

"Stop... stop..."

She couldn't look at her class. Instead she fixated on her own body. Everywhere she looked was bumps and lumps of beastly muscular development. They were right. She was a freak. This was supposed to be her moment. Her time to shine. Yet here she was. Being bullied again just like when she was in high school.

"My muscles... give me strength..." Ashley sobbed.

"Need more... Need more muscle... Gotta get bigger... My armor... Unnfff." Another growth spurt. Her back expanded and her pecs cracked with growth. The bra was completely destroyed now. It lay in tatters at Ashley's feet.

The shaken Ms. Gross retreated within herself. If she wanted to show them all who was boss, she had to prove just how muscular she really was. They would all behold her muscles, whether they liked it or not. Ms. Gross wouldn't leave this classroom until she saw it through.

[jumpy999]

Love the twisted psychology going on here. Can't wait for Ashley to show those dumb jocks what a true Alpha female looks like.

[asqwert]

Imagine her doing a practical test on types of injections allowing them use her as a test subject...  that is if a needle can still penetrate her muscle

[Jeremy Lightning]

I wonder if she meets someone who complements her on her muscles, will she fall madly in love with him and do whatever he wants? It seems like her insecurity makes her quite unbalanced. I'd be interested in seeing how she deals with someone who likes her muscles, instead of the hate that she has gotten so far. k+!

[aldebaran086]

  Great story so far. 

[phil123]

Great again.

Will Jenny try to get as big as her teacher?

[mrshhh]

I couldn't agree more with everyone - this story is amazing!  I think Jumpy said it just right - it's the psychology of the story that's really unique and supercharges the intensity and hotness.  I love how warped Ashley's goal is, literally flexing right through her clothes in the middle of classroom with the express purpose of freaking out the students and proving she's the most hideously muscular human being in the world, and then being devastated when they don't freak out ENOUGH!  There's a special magic to that scenario and Ashley's motivation and desires behind it that pushes this story into the stratosphere.  And your dialogue and descriptions are incredible!  Ashley's grunting and straining - the way she tries to speak normally through the burning agony of all her muscles clenching, and gets off on the pain associated with growing - the harsh insults flung at her that drive her even harder.  The way you describe extreme muscularity in your writing has been fantastic from the start, but I feel like you've taken a quantum leap forward with tis story.  Your choices of what to describe and the language is so much more specific that it paints a vivid picture.  You're damn fearless in how extreme you'l l push your characters' bodies.  Sorry to ramble, but I can't say enough about how good this story is.  Bravo dude!