Detention
Author's note: I tried to remember how to write; after all, it's been a while since I last wrote or posted anything. So, I sat down and cranked out a porn. Uh, yay for me? Really long story here, so I hope I made it interesting enough that it never drags.
Warning: Bad science ahead. No, I mean it. Really, really bad science. This is what we call 'Hollywood science,' except sometimes Hollywood gets an expert they could ignore to tell them what they did wrong. This is a smutfic about people growing huge boobs; just go with it.
I'm also doing something new with the POV, so if it doesn't work please tell me. I may post a 'revised' version if it seems to chaotic or jumpy, so please let me know.
The fire spread through the pharmaceutical factory far too quickly. Through years of bad upkeep and neglect the fail-safes no longer worked as well as they should have, and before the fire department could even arrive at the factory much of the stock had been incinerated. Poisonous smoke belched into the air, and as the wind carried it away the smoke began to disperse and thin, creating an invisible cloud of toxins.
As the toxins traveled, they were breathed in by both furre and animal, and whoever inhaled the invisible chemical cocktail found themselves twisted and deformed. Still the cloud traveled.
Downwind of the factory, a school. Though most of the students had already headed home for the day or off to after-school jobs, in one classroom a small group of students and one teacher sat, waiting. The detention hall was silent except for the scratch of pencil against paper as some of the students tried to do homework, ignorant of the threat that approached.
Miss. Bonhomme, the teacher in charge of the detention hall, tugged slightly at the collar of her tidy outfit. The cream-colored rabbit was dressed as she felt a true professional teacher would: a button-up long-sleeved shirt, a pencil skirt, and sensible shoes. Her blonde hair was pulled up and back in a sensible style: not a bun, because even she realized the stereotype there, but off of her neck. Still, the weather was unseasonably warm, and the sun was shining directly through the closed windows.
The small tugs did nothing to circulate enough air to cool her down, and giving up on ever becoming comfortable on her own, she did the sensible thing and opened the window.
Her eyes narrowed at the plume of smoke in the distance, and she tried to remember what was over in that distance. A few large factories, she recalled. None that she ever paid attention to: everything she needed was on the other side of town, and she could only recall passing those factories maybe once or twice.
She inhaled deeply, and something on the late-afternoon air seemed strangely sweet, and not altogether unpleasant. With another deep inhale, she left the window open and turned away. She met the eyes of a couple of the students (troublemakers, all of them. She tried to tell herself that they were all good kids at heart, and just needed guidance in her life. She couldn't convince herself: the cynicism she had sworn when she'd first started teaching five years ago that she'd never let color her view of the students was starting to creep up on her) and raised one brow until they looked back at their assignments.
There, much better. Running detention hall wasn't all that bad - occasionally there was someone who tried to goof off, but most of the time she just had to babysit bored students until the two-hour time frame was up, and then everybody got to leave.
On the way back to her desk Miss. Bonhomme felt like the room suddenly lurched to the side and she stumbled, her head feeling light and fuzzy. She managed to catch herself at the desk before she fell and she leaned heavily against it until the dizziness passed.
Breathing heavily, she looked up at the students, all of whom had looked up when she stumbled, and there was an expression of concern on a couple of their faces. There were five students in detention on that particular day; three boys and two girls.
One of the boys was David. He was in detention because he did well in math. Well, even he had to admit that wasn't the full story. His geometry class had, as a whole, tanked the last test. The teacher was so upset at how badly the class did, he required the students to get the test signed by a parent or guardian and then returned the next day, and any student that didn't would be subjected to a detention. The reasoning was that the parents should know how badly their child did, and by having the test be signed then it proved the parent saw the grade. David, however, did very well on the test and had assumed that he wouldn't be required to get his test signed. He assumed wrongly, and as promised, had gotten a detention.
As unfair as it sounded to David, he didn't speak out against it. Instead, the young stag had nodded and kept his mouth shut, and used the detention time to work on his homework. Coincidentally, it was his geometry homework he was working on when Miss. Bonhomme suddenly stumbled.
David watched in concern as she slowly gained her feet back under her and stood, leaning hard against the desk. Her mouth was open slightly as she breathed hard, her eyes half closed. She looked... pretty attractive, actually. She was still pretty young, and after her stumble some strands of blonde hair escaped her updo and dangled around her face.
The room began to swim around David, and he had to close his eyes and grip the sides of the desk to keep from falling out of his chair. There was something oddly sweet in the air, and he could feel a gust of wind from the open window ruffle his thick winter fur.
"Ugh," one of the girls cross the room said. "Miss. Bonhomme, I feel like I'm about to throw up." Freya began to fan herself with a folder, her head propped up on one hand.
The fennec didn't deserve to be there, and if she had her way she'd be far from the school and hanging out at a friend's house. So what if she was putting on makeup during class? The teacher was talking to some other student, she didn't need to pay attention. Yeah, the cunt had told her to stop a few times before that, but she was just being unfair with that last time. Okay, yeah, at first Freya was just told to hand over her makeup until the end of class, but fuck that! She tried explaining to the teacher that she just wasn't going to GIVE her stuff away: she spent good money on that! And okay, maybe she raised her voice a little, but still. She was explaining, not arguing. Definitely not being disrespectful, or whatever. The teacher was disrespecting HER, first.
She's totally going to tell her mom about this. That teacher was as good as fired.
"I think there's something in the air or something," another female voice said, and Jo closed her eyes for a long moment, waiting for the surge of dizziness to pass. "D'you think we all got the flu or something?" God, she hoped it wasn't the flu. She couldn't afford it, not when she was so close to her goal.
And not when she'd had so many absences from class that they put her in detention. The next step was suspension, and then expulsion. She didn't have a choice, though: she needed to move out of her house, and so whenever her job offered her overtime she had to take it, had to take the money offered. Yeah, they probably wouldn't have offered her the day shifts if they knew she was still in high school, but as far as they knew she was a dropout, and as long as they kept giving her the day shifts for overtime pay she wasn't going to correct them. Some kids looked forward to heading home after a long day at school, but the jerboa femme dreaded it.
She needed to be out of there, and soon. She almost had enough to move out and be somewhat comfortable. Coming down with the flu wasn't in her plan.
At the front of the room, Miss. Bonhomme seemed to recover from the disorientation. She straightened her back and fussed with her skirt, making sure the seams were in her proper place.
"I'm sorry about that," she said, her face a bit warm with embarrassment. "Yes, I think calling off detention early is a good idea, there must be something in the air and I don't want us all catching it." Perhaps not embarrassment was the cause of her warm face - her body felt suffused in warmth, like she was taking a nice hot bath. It wasn't altogether an uncomfortable feeling, but it was certainly not normal. Her whole body felt warm and her clothes felt far too small for her. In fact, her bra straps felt like they were digging into her shoulders, as if they were too small. Her skirt felt stretched over her thighs and buttocks, like if the skirt was a size too tight.
Actually, her breasts felt oddly heavy, now that she thought about it...
A sudden pop and a breeze where one shouldn't be startled her, and she looked at her hip to see that the button closing her skirt closed had popped, and the flaps were spread apart. Instinctively she grabbed at it to keep her skirt from falling off, but to her surprise she didn't need to. The skirt was tight enough even unbuttoned that it was gamely hanging on, and no matter what she did the flaps would no longer touch. It was as if her formerly-trim hips had gained a couple inches in diameter in the space of a minute.
Watching her from the desks was Randolf, who couldn't quite see what was going on, but knew that Miss. Bonhomme was having issues with... something. All he knew was that he better not get sick, or he'd be pissed. It was already fucking retarded that he was there anyway: he was joking with the kid, it wasn't his fault the kid was a little pussy. He should have known: the kid's hair was long enough that it was brushing his shoulders, and everyone knows that if you grow your hair out you might as well be a chick, right? Some whiny, bitchy chick who thinks she's a man. Now he was in fucking detention with a bunch of pussies whining about how they 'don't feeeel good.' Yeah, he felt the dizziness, but he got over it, not like these fags. And, yeah, he felt really warm. Like, pretty hot, actually. But he's a motherfucking wolf, and only pussies cry over feeling a little warm.
Eyeing Randolf from the other side of the room was the last of the detention kids, Billy. He and Randolf had... history together. They'd gone to the same elementary school, middle school, and of course were in the same senior class. And throughout all twelve years of school, Randolf had made Billy's life a living hell. He'd dropped the tormenting down a bit since they reached high school (new prey, Billy figured), but every time they passed each other in the halls Randolf would give Billy this little... smirk, and Billy's heart beat would start to race and he'd try to pretend he didn't see, the bighorn ram boy cowering and trying not to attract attention. He knew that if he just gave the wolf one good headbutt he'd probably leave him alone... probably. However, every time they met each other Billy just froze up, unable to make a move either way.
Looking away before Randolf could catch him staring, Billy scratched distractedly at his forearm, freezing when the action caused a swatch of fur to fall off and sprinkle the desk.
Nearer the front of the class, David was watching Miss. Bonhomme closely: he was close enough to see that as she was trying to close the button on her right hip, the seam on her left had popped open and was showing a tantalizing inch of flesh. Before his very eyes, the seam was gaping open wider and wider as her ass and hips swelled.
He was so focused on her hip he almost missed an odd movement under her blouse. Something made a sudden jerking motion, and her breasts surged forward, bigger and fuller than they had been.
The hooks on her bra just snapped, he realized. Her breasts had grown too large, and the hooks gave way. Not only that, but they were still growing. Less restrained than her hips and ass now that her bra was gone, her breasts swelled steadily beneath her white, sensible blouse, the nipples obvious points against the fabric.
He could feel himself grow hard as he watched, and he reached down to palm his cock without really thinking about it. As soon as he laid hand on himself his hand jerked back in surprise. Turning to the side and looking down in disbelief, he reached down once more. Under his investigative fingers he could tell that his cock had grown bigger than it'd ever been, and he wasn't even fully hard. As he felt himself up, his cock continued to grow, getting bigger and bigger and pushing the fabric of his jeans out.
Not noticing what was going on in David's pants, but with Miss. Bonhomme obviously changing in front of her, Jo's eyes were wide. "Miss. Bonhomme," she said, standing quickly in alarm. "What's going...on?" She trailed off mid-sentence, an odd... jiggly sensation where one never been distracting her. Her hands trailed over her stomach, and on either side of her ribs she felt strange soft lumps. She lifted her shirt and despite improbability her eyes grew even wider at what she saw. Two new breasts on either side were developing: as yet small and with tiny nipples the size of a nerd candy, but growing before her eyes. Six breasts. She had six! Breasts! What the hell?
Freya winced in pain and spread her legs wider, but that didn't do anything to ease the ache between her legs. She felt something against the inside of her thighs, squished to her skin due to the skin-tight stretch jeans she was wearing, but she really didn't want to investigate what it was in front of everybody. She felt her face warm and her ears lay back in embarrassment for a moment, thinking irrationally that she crapped her pants and didn't notice. However, she quickly dismissed the idea: where she felt the lump was at the front, not the back. And not only that, but whatever the lump was, THAT was what felt the pain.
"You know what?" she thought out loud. "Fuck it." Without further ado, she stood up and unzipped her pants and reached inside to pull the lump out. As soon as she tugged she yelped with pain and bent over, tears in her eyes as waves of pain washed over her. What. The fuck. Her hand still full of the mystery lump, she forced her watering eyes open and looked between her legs.
And stared for a long moment before dropping her handful and leaping back, as if she could escape the thing attached to her.
She had a dick! EW!
Randolf looked from Miss. Bonhomme, who was just standing at the front and looking dazed (her breasts had grown big enough that her blouse had become untucked from her skirt, which was slowly sliding down and off as her thighs out grew it, her body continued forming an exaggerated hourglass shape) to Jo (who still had her shirt up and was staring at her new additions with a look of horror on her face) and finally to Freyja (who, what the hell? What the fuck, she had a dick hot chicks shouldn't have a dick error error please reboot brain).
"These chicks are crazy," he said to himself. "What the fuck is going on here?"
While Randolf was trying to keep his brain from breaking, Billy in the far back of the room was trying to pull himself together as parts of him kept falling off.
With every movement he made, his fur was falling out in clumps, revealing dry-looking skin beneath. He had to do something, he had to get away from there. That room was doing something to everyone and he had to leave.
He got to his feet alright, but when he tried to take a step he felt an electric surge of pain from his thighs that sent him toppling to the floor. His legs still throbbing and, frantic, he kicked off his shoes and wrenched down his jeans and boxers, not caring if he was giving everybody else a show. Each movement sent another surge of pain, and as soon as his skin was visible he could see why.
Most of his legs had already lost fur, but the biggest change had happened from his bellybutton down. Where there used to be the indentation of his bellybutton, there was instead smooth skin that continued over his groin. Instead of his own familiar genitals, there was instead more skin; a small slit the only thing marring the smooth expanse: a cloaca. Not only that, but his thighs at the top had fused together, and as he watched the skin between his legs continued to knit together, fusing his legs into one.
Up at the front Miss. Bonhomme shuddered as a surge of warmth flooded her, and she blushed when she felt herself grow wet, soaking her panties that were stretched taught around her wide hips. Her skirt had long gone - there was no way to keep it up At first she had been alarmed by the changes in her body, but she felt full of a warm, lazy lassitude. She couldn't understand why she was so worried earlier: yes, she was changing, but everything was alright.
She looked down, and all she could see were her breasts: they'd grown so much, so big and round that they had stretched her blouse tight - the buttons were hanging on for dear life, and large gaps between showed fur-covered titflesh. She waited a moment to see if her breasts would grow big enough to ruin her shirt, but it seemed that her tits, at least, were done. With a mischievous smile, she inhaled deeply. One button finally threw in the metaphorical towel and flew off to ping against a desk across the room. As if that was the sign the rest of the buttons were waiting for, more popped off in quick succession and her breasts heaved out from the remains of her shirt. As if they were waiting for the opportunity, her breasts heaved one last time, almost making her lose her balance as their weight was suddenly increased.
The button around her neck had had the least amount of stress on it, so it was still gamely hanging on. She unbuttoned it and slid her blouse off, along with the broken bra that was still looped around her shoulders. Figuring she might as well go the rest of the way, she reached under the massive amount of breast to grab the waist of her panties and snapped the band. Her hips had grown so wide there was no way on earth for her to take them off the traditional way.
Naked, she stood before the class in full, unclothed glory.
Her hair hung limp around her face, framing it and draping over the tops of her breasts. Her breasts had grown prodigiously; they were each the size of a beach ball, soft and round, with huge nipples as big as soda cans. Her ass was pert, sticking out further than the small poof of her tail, her thighs spread out far to either side. Her body formed an exaggerated hourglass shape. She palmed the bottom of each breast in her hands, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh. She moved her hands up and around, stroking whatever she can reach easily and felt another shudder go through her.
David's pants were growing tighter and tighter, and when Miss. Bonhomme finally removed the last of her clothing and stood naked at the front of the room, his cock hardened so quick it was painful. Seriously painful. He couldn't take it anymore. Hissing between his teeth in pain, the buck stood up and ripped open his pants, finally letting his erection free. Finally able to see with his own eyes what he had felt happen, he couldn't believe how much his cock had grown.
And still growing: with each pulse of blood it felt like his cock gained another inch, and his balls weren't falling behind - filling and becoming heavy with cum. His cock was as long as his forearm and growing larger, becoming as thick around as his thigh. Then thicker. His balls were first the size of tennis balls, then oranges, then grapefruits, then melons, then pumpkins. David grabbed his cock and held it vertically against his body, and before he knew it the head on his cock was even with the one on his shoulders. At that point it began to slow it's steady growth and then finally stop.
Mesmerized by the thick meat attached to his body, David slowly ran both hands down the length, his cock far too thick for one hand to have much effect. He shuddered at the feeling, a warm sensation flowed over him as he relaxed into the sensation. Okay, this? This he was good with.
Jo, meanwhile was less than thrilled with what was happening to her body. The four additional breasts were still growing, but once they caught up in size with her previous set all six continued to swell. She'd already shed her shirt and bra, and was pressing her arms as tight as she could across her chest and belly, trying to slow their gradual increase in size by any means possible. The simple pressure of her arms had no effect of course: they continued on regardless.
A splash of warm wetness made her gasp, and she pulled one of her arms away and looked with confusion at the damp patch on her fur. She raised her arm to her muzzle slowly and gave it a careful sniff: milk. She had milk on her arm. Her eyes went immediately to her breasts and saw, yes, right there: splotch of milk around the nipple of one of her breasts, white drops still clinging to the tip of the nipple.
She whimpered and yanked her other arm away from her chest, afraid to cause another accidental bout of lactation. She didn't know what was going on with her, but she wanted nothing to do with it.
She watched, horrified as her breasts gave one last surge of growth and then, finally stopped. Six breasts, none of them nearly as big as Miss. Bonhomme's by any stretch of the imagination, but any two big enough to be considered 'well-endowed' on any woman. Together they covered her torso and belly, and each one with nipples as long as her thumb.
As she stared at her newest... additions, she had to admit there was something fascinating about them. She's never heard of anyone with more than the standard two breasts, and to have six... well, it'd certainly make work interesting, so say the least.
Becoming more calm and relaxed by the minute, she ran exploratory hands over and around her breasts and then finally, over her nipples. She didn't get any reaction from them at first, but when she wrapped her thumb and forefinger around one and squeezed, she gasped in surprised delight when it sent an arc of milk out to patter against the linoleum floor. It was so weird and yet, surprisingly, so good. She pumped out another jet and milk and sighed in pleasure.
Not paying attention to anyone else in the room, Freya was doing her damndest not to freak out. She! Had! A! Penis! Girls should not have penises! And yet, the evidence that one girl, at least, had a penis was obvious and, freakishly in her opinion, getting more obvious all the time. When she first caught sight of it, she just had a little pecker: about the length of her pinky finger, and about as thick. There was even a tiny scrotum hanging underneath, and that was even more creepy. However, right before her eyes she could see it get even bigger. She'd seen a handful of cocks in her time, and had her hands (and mouth, and other parts) on a few, so she watched in horrified fascination as it reached about average size, then a bit big, and then endowed, and then huge, and then oh-god-was-that-thing-even-possible?
A quick glance (followed by a long stare) over at David exploring his own monster cock proved yes, it was definitely possible. Thankfully for her peace of mind her cock (her cock! What the hell!) stopped long before it got anywhere near David's size, but it was still way too big for her liking. It was way too THERE for Freya's liking.
She didn't want to touch it. It laid limp and soft against her bare legs, but she didn't want to have anything to do with either it or the ponderous balls that were forcing her to stand slightly spread-legged to keep from squishing them. If she didn't touch either of them, they didn't exist. Right? Right.
She couldn't help another glance over at David, and saw him as he wrapped one arm around his cock and then used his other hand to massage his huge balls, having to sit down and prop them on his legs just so he could do so. She watched as he closed his eyes and gasped, and she saw a glop of pre blurt out of the tip of his cock and slowly make it's way down the long, long length of it.
Freya felt her cock twitch, and she looked down to see that it had gotten hard without her even noticing. She blushed and tried to push it down again (out of sight, out of mind, right?) but as soon as she got her hands on it she gasped in surprised pleasure. Oh, god. That felt good. Slowly, carefully, and wonderingly she stroked her cock, just once. Oh, god. Was that what it felt like for guys? No rubbing, no teasing, just simple stroking and she could already feel her toes curling. Okay, maybe there was an advantage to having a dick.
Not like she'd ever tell any guy that.
Nearer to the back of the class, Randolf watched everything, his eyes wide and greedy, especially on the packages on Freya and David. It wasn't like he was gay or anything, fuck no. He didn't like the cock. No, his mind was busy whirling away at the kind of package HE would get, if a chick got herself a monster cock and another dude got a... a... there wasn't a word for what that guy had. Randolf just knew that whatever he'd get would be awesome. He imagined himself having a cock so big he couldn't even move! Oh yeah, that's exactly what he deserved.
He pictured himself, laying back on his beanbag-sized balls and letting hot chicks fawn over his massive man-meat, and grinned, feeling himself growing wet.
Wait.
Pause.
What?
He jumped to his feet and tore at the button and zip on his jeans, pushing them and his boxers down without any concern for exposing himself to the rest of the group. He didn't care. He froze as still as a statue and stared at the space between his legs.
He didn't have a monster cock. He didn't have a whimpy cock. He didn't have a cock at all.
He had a fucking vagina.
"No way," he growled. Furious, he pushed over the desk next to him, his anger finding an outlet in harmless furniture. He stumbled a bit due to his jeans hobbling him, and he kicked his feet and legs until he rid himself of his sneakers and pants. His underwear he kept, and he pulled it up so that nobody could see the, the... travesty between his legs. What the hell. What the hell! Everybody else got huge tits and fucking GODLY cocks, and he got a pussy? Where was the justice in that? Where was the rightness? What, was he just some lady that looked like a dude now? It just wasn't fair!
He slumped back in his desk, fuming. His anger spiked again at the obvious absence of certain parts that had been between his legs for as long as he could remember. He couldn't believe he never even noticed them go.
A throaty laugh caught his attention and he looked up in time to see Jo squirt out another splash of milk from one of her many tits. He raised a brow and felt his anger disappear, a lazy calmness taking it's place. That.. was actually pretty hot. He watched her send out another jet of milk, and didn't even notice when his boxers grew moist between his legs.
Still unnoticed by the room at large, in the back Billy was continuing to have difficulties. He'd lost all his fur, crimson scales replacing it all over his body and down the thick length of his lower body. His legs had fully fused together, forming a heavy snake-like tail. His ears had shrunk to nothing and he could feel two long fangs in his mouth where nothing but flat teeth had been before. He'd become some sort of naga-like creature, but still retained his ram characteristics.
As he lay crouched on the floor, propping his upper body up on straight arms, he could see the muscles shifting under his scales. They began to expand and swell, his lanky body becoming hard and muscular. His shoulders broadened and his pectoral muscles inflated, the bit of flab on his belly disappearing until his abs stood out like a double-row of oranges under thin bellyscales.
The muscle growth slowed and then stopped, leaving Billy as a powerfully muscular naga.
He carefully rose up, as yet unused to his new body and how it worked. Once he cleared the desks he looked around the room, his grew wide as saucers at all the changes he saw. Miss. Bonhomme, looking like an ancient fertility goddess come to life. David with his massive endowment, stroking himself and lost in the sensations. Jo and her collection of leaking tits, squeezing her nipples and sending milk shooting. Freya looking like some otherworldly creature with a body and face like a movie star but a cock like a porn star. The only person who looked even close to normal was Randolf, the wolf still sitting in his seat and with a hand rubbing distracted circles on his thigh; looking like he wanted to paw off but holding back on it.
Billy looked around once more and shuddered when he felt his belly clench and gurgle. God, he was so hungry...
David's eyes were tightly closed as he pumped his cock with both hands, biting his lip as he tried to reach his peak. It wasn't working: his hands weren't enough to get the job done, they were just too small, too weak. It was like a guy with a regularly-sized dick trying to jerk off with just his pinky fingers: it just wasn't happening.
He let out a groan of frustration and let his hands fall away. He was about to open his eyes and find some other way to get the job done when out of nowhere something soft and warm enveloped his cock nearly from root to tip.
His eyes flew open and he came face-to-face with Miss. Bonhomme, her bright blue eyes sparkling with mischief and lust. He glanced down and saw that his dick was wrapped up snugly in her cleavage, the head of his cock bumping up against her cheek.
"I think I can help you with that, David," she said, her voice a husky purr.
"Oh God," David gasped. "Please, Miss. Bonhomme."
The grin on her face grew and, squeezing her breasts together more firmly, she replied, "I think at this point you can call me Bonnie."
David was about to reply, but that was the moment she chose to start rubbing her tits up and down the length of his cock and his answer was drowned out by a groan: this time one of pleasure, rather than frustration. Her tits were so warm they were almost hot deep within her cleavage. Softly furred, they teased and slid smoothly up and down his length. Whenever she reached the top of his dick she'd give the huge head a lick, her mouth by no means big enough to even try fitting around. Then on the downstroke she rubbed her chin against the shaft, as sensual as a cat in heat. Precum began to leak out like a drippy faucet, and she drank up as much as the creamy jism as she could whenever she had a chance without pausing in her movements. It wasn't long until she was covered with the stuff: her tits were sticky and wet with precum alone, and each side of her face was covered in white pre from whenever she rubbed her face against the head, her hair gloppy with it.
David couldn't believe how much pre he was pumping out: he was never particularly leaky when jerking off, but it was almost like he was having mini-orgasms with every blurt of precum. He shuddered and his cock gave out another jet of pre - this time right into Bonnie's mouth when she bent to lick the head. Her eyes grew wide and she swallowed the entire mouthful, liking her chops afterwards.
David shuddered again, squeezed his eyes clothed and bit his bottom lip. He was almost ready to cum just from a titfucking. He could feel his balls draw up a bit and get ready to blow when that warm sticky warmth surrounding his cock suddenly disappeared.
"Fuck!" David blurted out, wrenched away from a spectacular orgasm. He opened his eyes again to see Miss. Bonhomme watching him with one eyebrow raised, looking mightily disappointed in him.
"Do you really think you can just cum," she said. "Without fucking me first? Really, David."
"Ye-yes, Miss. Bonh- er, Bonnie," David said, breathing hard. Oh. God.
With one last lascivious look, Bonnie turned around and walked to her desk, ass and breasts (visible even from behind) swaying with every step, leaving a trail of dripping pre as she went. Her back still to David she leaned over, resting her upper half on her huge tits and her ass sticking out. Her cut lips were dripping with her own juices and only at that moment was David aware that she'd been so wet that the insides of her thighs were covered in the stuff. Bonnie lifted her tail in invitation, but her ass was so huge that it didn't even matter: her tail hid absolutely nothing from view.
David sat and stared for a long moment until he realized, uh... he really should be over there. He got up off the desk he was sitting on and had to pause for a moment: his balls were so huge that when they were no longer supported their unsupported weight pulled at his scrotum painfully until he got used to it. Just walking was difficult: his legs pushed his balls back and forth, and made David feel like he was trying to walk while holding a bean bag in front of his legs. His cock also bounced until he gave up and held it up against his body.
However, once he got to Bonnie, smelled her musky scent and felt the heat of her pussy against his own groin, his difficulties were forgotten.
David stepped close and let his cock line up along her crack and gave a couple testing thrusts. They both shuddered at the sensation, but it wasn't good enough. He wanted to be inside of her, and instantly.
David had to back up again to line himself up: his cock was far too big to be able to hold onto her like he wanted. At least at first. The head of his cock seemed huge compared to her hole, and he felt his first quiver of trepidation: would he even fit?
He didn't need to worry: despite his girth, once he started to press in her pussy stretched wide and swallowed his cock down like she was built for him. Far from being painful, Bonnie let out a long, low groan of intense pleasure. He expected to be stopped almost right away, but he just kept going and going until he was pressed flush up against her ass. He held on to the first thing he could grab (which ended up with him having two handfuls of her ass) and stood still for a long moment, feeling her body shift and flutter around his cock and trying not to cum right away. He let out a slow breath once he was sure that he didn't need to concentrate to keep from cumming.
At that moment Bonnie surged backwards, pressing her ass against his belly. "Anytime you're ready," she said, sounding a bit put-out. "I'm ready to go when you are!"
David chuckled to himself and began to pump out as far as he could (leaving quite a bit of cock still deep in her body) and back into her, reveling in her heat and tightness. Oh, God. He could do that forever and never get tired of it.
Jo didn't notice Randolf sneaking up behind her until she felt warm hands grab her topmost set of breasts and squeeze, sending out another jet of warm milk to patter against the floor. She sighed and shivered and leaned back against his solid chest. Randolf chuckled at her responsiveness and ducked his head to nip at her neck and shoulder, giving her breasts a rub and then another squeeze, that one not hard enough to express any milk.
Jo, not caring who was behind her as long as they kept up the pleasurable sensations, reached up to palm the back of his head, pressing his muzzle into the fur of her neck. She tilted her own head back, baring her throat in a silent plea for him to continue his ministrations.
Randolf massaged one of the four breasts he'd been neglecting, feeling the soft fur over the breasts so full with milk they felt strangely taut. Then again, Randolf considered, the whole classroom was so full of strangeness that it really wasn't worth getting worked up about one particular thing.
He very carefully kept himself from thinking about his own strangeness.
He let go of one breast in order to trail his hand down her belly, feeling her muscles there twitch under his fingers. He reached the button on her jeans and snapped it open easily. The sound of her zipper was drowned out by a groan from deep in her throat as Randolf expressed more milk from a bottom teat. He started to tug her pants down one-handed and had only pulled once before her own hands joined in, tugging her jeans and panties down and taking them off along with her shoes.
Randolf turned Jo around and lifted her, feeling her legs wrap around his waist automatically. He crouched down, letting her down on the floor, making sure she wasn't laying in a puddle of her own milk. Randolf watched as she closed her eyes and reached up with both hands to fondle some of her breasts, not expressing any milk, just feeling herself up. Her legs were still wrapped tight around his waist and she surged up with her hips, humping up against his hips. He pulled her legs apart just enough for him to slide down her body, licking and lapping at the milk clinging to her fur. He dipped his tongue briefly up into her bellybutton, feeling her giggle at the sensation. Finally he reached her core and used his fingers to spread her labia, baring her to his sight. He almost drooled at the smell of her, at the dark folds of her pussy. He let his long tongue out to touch just briefly at her clit, and Jo reacted instantly, humping up into his face and nearly screaming as she came as easy as that. She'd never been so sensitive in all her life, and could quickly get used to it.
Bonnie, meanwhile, was being fucked so hard that she had to hold on to the far edge of the desk and push back into each thrust: that had the double benefit of keeping her on the desk, and meeting David's thrusts and slapping their bodies together hard, making it feel even better. So wrapped up in her own sensation that Freya suddenly standing in front of her was a surprise.
Bonnie looked up to match gazes with Freya who was stroking her own long cock thoughtfully as she looked back down. Bonnie felt her lips parting in a grin and said between hard thrusts, "Would... you... like... me... to... do... something... for... that?"
Freya's eyes widened in surprise and then narrowed in thought. Carefully, as if unsure about whether or not she was doing it right, she pointed her cock towards Bonnie's mouth and leaned in.
Bonnie didn't waste any time: it was a tight fit, but as soon as the cock in front of her was close enough she opened wide and swallowed it down. It was a mouthful and difficult to work with especially with David's unrelenting pounding, but she managed to get Freya's cock in a comfortable place so that she could suck at it like a lollypop.
Spitted on two thick cocks, whenever David thrust forwards it forced her down on Freya's cock. Whenever she deep-throated Freya's cock, Freya surged forward, sending her back down on David's. She was jounced backwards and forwards between them, but considering the sounds they were making and how their hard thrusts only increased, neither of them seemed to mind.
Jo was making continuous moaning noises as Randolf continued to eat her out, her fingers buried in his hair in an attempt to ground herself. She couldn't help herself: she needed something to grab, and his head was there. Therefore, she grabbed his head.
However, with him being busy and her unable to let go of his head, her breasts were abandoned and aching. They were actually starting to hurt: the milk building up and needing expressing. She sobbed once, her body torn between pleasure and pain.
A mouth closed around her nipple, and she screamed as she came again, electric sensations dancing up and down her nerves. Once she came down she looked down at her teats to see a vaguely-familiar face looking back at her.
"Billy?" she said, questioning this strangely-scaled man.
Not letting her nipple go, the naga-ram nodded and closed his eyes in bliss as he drank down more hot milk.
Billy couldn't help himself: he just felt so hungry, and her breasts were just so tempting. The milk was just being wasted being squirted around willy-nilly, so he latched on, careful to keep his fangs far away, and drank.
And he drank and he drank. He could feel the breast under his lips actually deflating and softening. When he didn't get anymore milk out and Jo started to make noises that were more pained than pleasured he moved on to the next breast - slithering around her so that he could get the breast on the other side.
Randolf, meanwhile, was finding it difficult for him to repress urges of his own. His... well, it was weird for him to actually think it, but his pussy was getting wet. He felt a warm pulse between his legs, like a bruise that had pressure being put on it. Was that how arousal felt in women? He didn't know. And after all, he wasn't a fucking woman. He just happened to have a vagina. He still felt like a man, after all.
He was such a man, actually, that he could touch himself, just a little. He wasn't a pussy... he just happened to have one.
Careful to keep Jo entertained, he reached down through the slit in his boxers. It was so weird not having a cock there anymore, and instead smoothness. His fingers ghosted over the lips of his labia (oh, god, he's got a labia) and then gently inside, feeling out the new shapes. He's fingered plenty of girls before, so he knew what he was looking for. The angle was pretty new, though. The first touch of his middle finger to his clit felt electric and he shuddered at the sensation. Okay, that wasn't bad. Pretty good, actually. He rubbed a bit more against his clit, and started feeling around his hole.
His first vaginal orgasm was a surprise, especially how he wasn't wasted afterwards like he usually was. He almost pulled his hand away until he realized he still felt that pulsing arousal. He grinned and gave Jo's thigh a playful nip: he almost forgot about multiple orgasms.
Okay, maybe having a pussy had some advantages.
Billy could feel his stomach bloating as he drank more and more of the warm milk, but he still felt so hungry. He was on Jo's last breast, the rest of them shrunken and empty, and his stomach still growled. And that breast was beginning to run empty. Furious, he lashed out and bit the tit he was drinking from, feeling his fangs sink deep. Jo gasped once, her eyes flying wide open. She breathed heavily a few breaths and then her eyes closed as she sank into a deep sleep.
Billy's heart was in his throat as he watched her sleep. When she continued to take deep breaths and didn't seem on the verge of succumbing to the poison he relaxed. He was starving, but he didn't want to kill her, necessarily.
At that moment he remembered that he and Jo weren't alone together, and in fact someone was in a good position to realize that she was in fact not participating any longer. When he looked at Randolf, however, he noticed the wolf wasn't even paying attention to them anymore. Instead he had his sticky face buried in the arm bracing him up, his other hand deep inside his shorts, his hips raised up on kneeling legs. Randolf's eyes were squeezed shut and he was shuddering and gasping in turn.
Curious, Billy circled around him as he drummed his fingers against the soft swell of his belly. He stopped dead when he saw just what Randolf was doing. Randolf's shorts had slipped down his hips to hang around his thighs, and from the back Billy could clearly see Randolf's fingers sunk deep in his own... cunt.
Billy had to grin. Randolf was a misogynist and everyone knew that 'pussy' was his favorite insult. It was just fitting that he got himself a vagina of his very own.
He almost wanted to get back at Randolf, fuck him into the floor until he was a pile of quivering sexed-up goo... but no. He wouldn't dirty himself with the wolf by fucking him. He had a better use for him... after all, he was so very hungry.
Quick as a viper strike, Billy lashed forward and sunk his fangs into Randolf's thigh.
Meanwhile, Freya shuddered one last time and, with a baying howl, shoved her cock deep into Bonnie's throat and came. Bonnie's choice was to swallow or drown, so she did the sensible thing and started gulping down hot creamy jism. Freya's hips pumped slowly as she came torrents down Bonnie's throat and deep in her belly, her eyes closed tight. She withdrew slowly, and her cock blurted out a couple last splurts against Bonnie's face, which the bunny calmly took, licking up whatever came close enough to her mouth to do so.
Freya's arms shook. She felt worn out and drained. Well, technically she had been drained, but she felt ready to collapse. She backed up a couple steps until she reached the wall and slid down, intending just to catch her breath. She felt a quick stabbing pain in her leg, and then fell instantly into a deep sleep.
David, used to having a cock and using it, was still going hard at Bonnie's cunt. Without somebody on the other side to worry about, he tugged at Bonnie's side until she took the hint. She rolled on the desk, managing to do it without disengaging from David's cock. Of course, considering just how deep he was inside her, him popping out would have been a feat.
Laying on her back, her breasts covering her entire torso and spreading out to either side of her, she looked at David and reached her arms up, having to hunch her shoulders up so that she could raise her arms up from above the curve of her breasts. David understood what she wanted and leaved forward, his chest pressing into her breasts. They couldn't get close enough for them to kiss , and he was pressed so close that he couldn't properly thrust, just jig his hips forward and back. It was enough, he could feel his orgasm building.
Bonnie's nails scored down his back and David's spine arched and he came.
It was like nothing he ever felt before: he came like a fire hose, pumping what felt like gallons of cum into Bonnie. He felt something pressing against his belly and, still cumming, stood up to see that her stomach was ballooning out with all the cum inside of her.
At first it was only a bump, then a bulge, then she really started getting big. She surpassed 'a little bit pregnant' and was well on her way to 'pregnant with multiples and about to pop.' And then further. Her belly was like a huge bubble on top of her, and once it reached the point that it blocked David's sight of her and his balls finally began to run dry, the massive mound slowed it's speedy growth.
David, finally drained dry, had to take a couple steps back just to pull out fully from Bonnie. When he did a rush of cum came out with his cock, but it had no visible effect on the bloated belly before him.
Staring at what he'd created in a stupor, he didn't even feel the sharp pain in his side. His eyes slipped closed after a moment and he fell to the floor in a dead sleep, not even stirring when he hit the hard linoleum.
Bonnie, meanwhile, rolled back and forth trying to get up. Her belly and her breasts, both massive, weighed her down considerably. She finally managed to rock forward and up off the desk. As soon as she had her feet on the ground she felt her stomach bob with the movement. She reached out to either side (so other choice: her breasts were too big and resting on top of her belly, so she could by no means reach the top) so steady it, and when she finally had things under control she looked up from her own ponderous body.
And gasped in horror.
Some scaled creature was eating David. At least, she assumed it was David. The brown hooved legs and giant limp cock that was sticking out of the creature's mouth was a good indicator as for it's identity as any. Before her stunned eyes, the creature used powerfully muscled arms to force what was left of the buck down it's gullet, down it it's belly. A belly that was already swollen huge: she was surprised that the creature could still move.
The last of the buck swallowed, the creature let out a huge belch and then looked over at Bonnie, it's expression strangely sheepish.
"Ssssorry, Misssss. Bonhomme," the creature said in an oddly familiar voice. Bonnie felt her eyes grow wide. Could that thing really be Billy? "I'm jussst ssso hungry," the creature, Billy, continued, a plaintive note in it's voice.
"Billy," she said, trying to sound authoritative even naked and with her belly swollen so big she doubted she could even fit through the door. "Think about what you're about to do. Think really carefully."
Billy cocked his head and looked her up and down. "But I already have, Missss. Bonhomme. And I think that after I eat you I won't be hungry any more."
Before Bonnie could open her mouth the creature darted with startling swiftness and sunk it's fangs in one breast.
Billy hummed gently to himself as he stroked up and down his absolutely huge belly. Six furres in his belly finally sated his hunger, but Miss. Bonhomme was really the solution to his hunger. Yeah, it was difficult to stretch his jaw around her girth - even jaws that dislocated when needed had their limits, apparently. However, he managed and finally, since the beginning of this debacle, he finally felt full.
Without the sounds of sex filling the air the room was awfully quiet. For the first time he could hear grunts and shouts of pleasure from elsewhere in the school; obviously they weren't the only ones changed.
Obviously, they weren't alone in the school, either. There were more furres in the building, being changed, having sex.
Billy's mouth began to water as his stomach began to growl once more.