The Anatomy Teacher

[rs410]

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!

Wow, thank you so much. I'm quite flattered by your glowing words. 🙏 Like I've said before, I'm a huge fan of your writings and have taken a lot of inspiration from them. It's awesome to see that you like my stories as well.

Mr. Shhh hit the nail on the head with the themes he mentioned; they're exactly what I go for when I write. I believe that having an insight into a muscle woman's mind (one that is focused solely on getting huge and perhaps is a bit unstable as such) on top of descriptions of her muscles really makes the story experience all the more satisfying. That's what I have adored about Mr. Shhh's stories and is part of what makes them special.

Anyway, I'm hard at work on the next chapter. Having a little bit of difficulty getting it quite right, but it will hopefully be out in the near future. Stay tuned!

[rs410]

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[rs410]

Managed to work out the next chapter! Also, I've been toying with incorporating a futanari element into the story (as in, Ashley would become one). Not sure how that would be received, though. I know it's not everyone's cup of tea and isn't a theme I had in mind originally. I'll add a poll to get a pulse and go from there. Please make sure to vote if you enjoy the story! Especially if you feel strongly one way or another. Anyway, onto the chapter!

Chapter 3

"What are you babbling about, freak? Get out of this class and never show your face around here again," the jock said.

"Armor... Armor... ArMoRrRrRrR!" Ms. Gross groaned in muscle agony.

Her muscles responded to her demand. Within the blink of an eye, Ashley's delt caps expanded with cut, beefy girl muscle. All the better to be impenetrable shoulder pads. Her lats flared out impossibly wider on her back. All the better to protect her from behind and intimidate those in front. Her abdominals creaked as they tightened ever further on her stomach. Giant slabs of muscle jutted out of the bodybuilder woman's stomach by unholy proportions. All the better to absorb blows and maneuver her body. Her calves ballooned out of her legs in dramatic fashion. All the better to jump and run. Ashley's genes were redefining what it meant to be a woman. What it meant to be human.

At this stage, it was hard to ignore that Ms. Gross had a level of muscular development well beyond the bounds of most women, with or without chemical enhancement. Hell, she was more ripped and buffed up than most males. And that was if you were in denial. Ashley Gross was already the most muscular, big, yoked out human being on the planet.

"Make meeeee... Ugggh!" Ms. Gross struggled to speak through the pain of her muscle growth. "I'm going to flex on ALL of you!" She was gaining back her confidence the more she grew.

The jock stared in reluctant awe at the abomination at the front of the class. Shit, she was big. And she wasn't backing down. Time to take it up a notch.

"What kind of a teacher are you? Coming into the class and stripping down like a SLUT. No one likes your body. Women aren't supposed to be muscular. And you don't even have tits! You're gonna get fired and have nothing except the shame of being such a fucking loser FREAK. Am I right?" He turned to one of his friends.

"Y-yeah. Totally. What a freak..." the guy appeared to only half hear his friend.

The jock groaned. "You're no help, Mark."

"What, I'm sorry David! It's just..."

"Just what?" David spat.

"She's really big, man... I don't think even Arnold looked like this in his prime," Mark said softly. "It's... scary."

"Of course he didn't! He was WAY more aesthetic and muscular. Not to mention more alpha. He wasn't some wannabe muscle posing BUTCH DYKE WHORE," David said with venom, making sure to drive every one of those last words home. Even he knew that his claim about Arnold might not be true. This teacher was really jacked and cut. Not that he would ever give her the satisfaction of hearing it.

"Need to get bigger... Need to be... unmatched... More armor..." Ms. Gross half whined, half groaned. "I need to show... you all. I... will... show you all."

More muscle growth. Now Ashley was truly a specimen worthy of reverence. Her muscles were bulging against her skin dangerously. Her body creaked with strain as it struggled to contain her added mass. Teardrop quads stuck out past her knees further than what should be humanly possible. Ashley's hamstrings bulged from behind, creating a beyond perfect sweep on the back of her legs. Her glutes remained bunched up and tight as they expanded with added girl muscle.

"More... armor..." Ms. Gross mumbled.

Her biceps expanded with growth and big, fat veins. They were simultaneously shredded and full. There could be no more denying that Ashley had giga pipes the likes of which no one had ever seen. She was a muscle monster. A true credit to bodybuilding. The epitome of shred. The apex of swole. But she wasn't done yet.

"Ms. Gross... Please... Stop... This is scary. Please put some clothes on," chimed in a fearful, skinny boy in one of the middle rows.

"Shut your mouth you scrawny weakling! I'm BUSY here. There is no other way to showcase an anatomy chart than to reveal EVERYTHING. You will all witness my ascension and BOW before my muscular glory." Ashley was starting to really feel herself now. She would force everyone in this room to watch her transformation from impressive to impossible. And then she would show the world.

Ashley put her bulging arms behind her head, a difficult feat given how massive they were, and cranked into a picture perfect abdominal flex.

"Arrrrggggghhhhh!!"

Even though the pose was traditionally meant to highlight the core, pretty much every muscle on Ashley's already yoked out body was flexed into muscle growth.

"Beeeeeeeffffffff.... Mmmph!" Ms. Gross grunted in pleasurable pain. She loved being swole.

The class watched as their teacher's stomach tightened as her abdominals became unrealistically defined and blocky. Her obliques transformed from cut to uber ripped in a matter of seconds. It appeared as if her midsection was shrinking right before their eyes, but Ms. Gross knew better. Shrinking wasn't in her vocabulary. Everything else was simply getting bigger as her core got tighter and more knotted with stronger, muscle-stuffed girl meat.

Ashley moaned as her legs audibly creaked with expansion. Her quadriceps were ripped beyond comprehension. She had teardrop muscles cut to perfection. And Ashley's abductor and adductor muscles were not to be neglected; they're what really made her legs look massive. The yoked out anatomy teacher spread her legs to accommodate for the added muscle she was packing on.

The noises emanating from Ms. Gross were sickening. Between the sounds of her muscles and skin growing and stretching, to her howls of pain and determination, it all fed the notion that she was an abomination. She was a disgusting mass of sinew and muscle. Exactly what Ashley wanted. For so long she had rejected her potential, but no more. If she couldn't be loved for her muscles, she would be feared.

"Oh my god. How is this possible?" said a kid to his friend.

"It's... not. There's no way anyone can just grow muscles out of nowhere like that," his friend responded.

"I think I'm gonna be sick," said another student.

"Me too," said a girl.

"Good!" Ashley spat. "Pay homage to my muscles. Your body may reject what it's witnessing, but you cannot deny me. I'm the most powerful person in the world. NO ONE has a body like me," Ms. Gross proclaimed.

"Fuck that," David said. "You might have muscles, but you're not close to being the strongest person in the world. I bet you couldn't even win an armwrestling contest against an amateur male powerlifter." He was grasping at straws now. Anything to get this situation back under his control.

"You insolent little SHIT!" Ms. Gross said. "I'm even STRONGER than I look. Watch."

Releasing her flex and pausing her painful muscle growth, Ms. Gross sighed in relief and lumbered over to the closed classroom door. She forcefully grabbed ahold of the doorknob. Angling herself so that the class could see what she was doing, Ms. Gross tensed the arm grabbing the doorknob.

Within an instant, sinewy girl muscle flexed on Ashley's already swole forearm. Giant, sick-looking veins jumped into view on her blocky, dense piece of meat that she called an arm.

"What, are you gonna rip it from its socket?" David scoffed. "As if. Besides, even if you could, I bet it's just some cheap trick. This school is a shithole. Everything breaks around here." He crossed his arms.

Ignoring the incessant bully, Ms. Gross continued to concentrate on the task at hand. Her body shook as she poured all her might into squeezing her forearm. More inevitable cracking. This sounded different, though. It was a mixture of muscle growth and... something else. Was that... the doorknob? Ashley's meat-stuffed arm began to grow thicker. Denser, meatier veins sprouted on her monstrous limb.

"Muscle.... Muscle always wins," Ms. Gross stated breathily through grit teeth, her face red and her body shaking. Overcoming a challenge like this was exhilarating for her. Finally she could show off what her body was capable of.

Crrrrrrunch.

All of a sudden, her hand crushed the doorknob. A loud crackling crunch could be heard as the muscle monster completed her feat of strength. Ms. Gross slowly opened her hand and let the now destroyed metal doorknob fall to the ground in pieces.

"Ah, can't be uneven now, can we," Ms. Gross remarked as she looked down at her other comparatively smaller left arm. Small. Hah. Ashley chuckled internally. The only time that pitiful word would ever be associated with her is when one body part outgrew another. Time to correct this. She curled the wrist of her right arm inward as it lay at her side. At her will, more muscle cracked into existence on her arm. This continued until Ashley was satisfied that it was symmetrical to her other limb.

"Ahhh, much better. Can't be a living anatomy chart without symmetry," Ms. Gross commented.

She flexed her bulging forearms a few times at her side. Her wrists curled as she admired her dense, meaty crushers. They pulsed visibly as their fat veins transported blood to the area, ready to perform at Ashley's will. God, it felt good to be strong. The strongest. After indulging in a few more squeezes of her powerful forearms, Ashley addressed the class.

"Now, since none of you can leave, it's time for you all to accept your fate. You WILL bow to my might."

"As if, you psycho," David said. He nudged his friend Mark forcefully.

"Yeah... No way. Still looking pretty small... Ahaha..." he laughed nervously.

"You think your cheap parlor tricks can work on us? Besides, I've seen strongmen with bigger torsos than you," David lied. "So just sit the fuck down and stop this shitshow."

"NEVER!" Ms. Gross roared. "GrrrRRrrrRrrRRRrrrrrRRR... GAAAAAAAAHHHH!!"

Now this kid had really done it. She was triggered.

Ms. Gross went into a vicious front lat spread, fanning out her muscular wings like an animal intimidating a threat.

"GRRRR... HRRRRRR... NNNNGGGGGHHH!!" Ms. Gross strained extra hard. She wanted to seriously freak out her class now.

"Fucking stop! Stop!" the now desperate jock exclaimed. "You sick freak!"

Ashley's whole body was vibrating. Keeping her lats flexed to the extreme was pushing the yoked teacher to the limit. Just how big could her muscles get? This degree of willpower to keep her muscles tensed was pushing new boundaries even for a stud like Ashley. Her face was flushed red as her veins pulsed visibly on her jacked physique. The cracking and the creaking was like a melody to Ashley.

Crrrrrraaaackkkkkk.

Crrrraaacckkkkkkk.

Creeeeeaaaaaaaaakkkk.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" Ms. Gross moaned.

The room was filled with the sound of Ashley's superior genetics. She was a mutated muscle monster. No one could deny that her body was that of a goddess. Could they? Wouldn't hurt to keep going. To keep growing. Just to silence the haters. To prove to herself that she was the alpha supreme.

"More hypertrophy. I need more! More muscle. Biceps, triceps, pecs, lats, traps, quads, hamstrings, calves, abs... ALL of it. I need it all BIGGER!! MORE!!" Ms. Gross pleaded to herself with feverish desire.

It was intoxicating seeing her own body swell and widen with growth. The satisfaction seeped into her mind like a cool, liquid muscle serum. All she could think of right now was her muscles. How beautiful they looked, how big they were... But they could always be bigger. There was always room for growth. Isn't that what people always say? That there's always room for you to grow? Well, it held a different meaning for Ashley.

After a few more breathtaking moments of creaking muscle expansion, Ashley was as wide as she was tall. It wasn't possible. The human body just didn't work like that. She released her hold on the titanic lat spread.

"Ohhhh yeahhh..." Ashley moaned. Her muscles were beyond sore from the process. Especially her back. Just the way she liked it.

The classroom was silent once again.

Ms. Gross sighed in content as she took her time to examine the expressions on each of her flabbergasted students' faces. She allowed her lips to curl into a crazed, self-satisfied smile. Her eyes were widened in exhilaration.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

Ashley's bulging, thick, scary vein-filled neck snapped to the source of the outburst. That stupid jock David again.

"What's so funny, runt?!" Ms. Gross demanded.

David wiped away a tear from his eye.

"Ahahah. Oh man. You are a piece of work, bitch," David replied. "What happened to being an anatomy chart? You are the most asymmetrical, disgusting, DISPROPORTIONATE THING to ever walk the planet. You look like a stump! Ahahahaha! Congratu-fucking-lations." David clapped in mockery of the musclebound freak show that was his teacher.

"Dispro-..." Ms. Gross choked on the word. The anatomy teacher looked down at her body in panic.

No...

What had she done?

[seldom]

Really cool, sexy, fun story so far! I rather like futa, but it's not to everyone's taste. I do think though that since she's so far beyond human, she could have a mega-jacked steroid clit that serves as a grotesquely bloated she-cock just like the rest of her insane freakshow body. What great descriptions!

[phil123]

Great chapter and would like to read what's next. Also think her clit got much much bigger.
Would like to read what the girls in the class things.

[Online1138]

Fantastic work so far, chapter three was especially great!

Personally I'm not a fan of futanari, but that's just me.

[wkm1959]

I think Ashley should be victorious & regain her dignity while conquering the nasty students with her muscles.

[rs410]

Turns out people are split on the futanari option. I've reset the poll to a new question as a bit of a follow up. Be sure to vote again!

[jumpy999]

There's a serious lack of good muscle futa stories out there and, considering how 'out there' this story is, I'm down with it. If Ashley is going to prove her total Alpha supremacy to those dumb jocks, having a bigger manhood than them would certainly do the trick.

[wkm1959]

The only pose Ashley hasn't done is some full strength single arm flexing, as a contest with the student who called her disproportionate. She could also whip him at armwrestling as well

[bfmb3831]

Completely over the top, in the best way possible!

[phil123]

Turns out people are split on the futanari option. I've reset the poll to a new question as a bit of a follow up. Be sure to vote again!

Can't wait to read what you have in mind.

[szerep]

Looking good, hopefully you will go with futa.

[Jeremy Lightning]

I am completely okay with the enlarged clitoris, though I'm wondering how this will be used in the story. I am looking forward to more, whatever happens, k+!

[wkm1959]

It takes time to write an excellent chapter.

[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.