The GED students had been waiting outside of Diana’s classroom for almost ten minutes. It was the last day of school, and the normal kids had been let out early, but Miss Winston insisted that her remedial class stay for their last period of class. They waited silently outside the classroom. The students could hear her muffled voice through the door, but none of the students dared to knock on her door, or tell a higher-up. The talked to each other in hushed tones, quiet enough that Ms. Winston couldn’t hear. Some students said that, even though she was just a teacher, Diana Winston was the one who was really in charge of the school. She was certainly the biggest, at any rate. Even the principal seemed to be afraid of her.
“Have you seen Chalmers today?”
“Nah, he’s probably just playing hooky.”
“No, he’s never absent without a reason. And he’s not answering his texts. You don’t think that she…?”
Just then the door creaked open. “Come in, students. Take a seat...” The students shuffled in, sidling around Miss Winston, who took up half of the classroom. She was wearing the same thing skimpy outfit she had on the day before, a too-tight top and red silk panties. Next to her was a long metal cylinder with a rounded top. It looked a bit like a flagpole, but it was much too wide around.
“Soooooo, my students, we need to finish our discussion from yesterday. I trust you remember what we left off talking about?”
“Sex Ed,” Shirley chimed in.
“Mmm, more specifically?”
“Umm, I think we were talking about… orgasms?”
“Oooh, yeeees!” Miss Winston moaned, “I mean, yes, that’s right. Good answer Shirley. Now men, of course, can only orgasm once, before they have a refractory period that generally lasts several minutes. Some women, on the other hand, can potentially come over and ooover again. Male scientists long held that female orgasms serve no biological or reproductive purpose. But then again, I find that, for a woman such as myself, most men serve no reproductive purpose either. They should be used as toys, and then discarded…
‘Do you know how I got to be so big?”
“Good genes?” Brad called out.
“Growth pills?” Ted yelled.
“Money?” Jake said.
“There’s some truth to all of those, actually. Good breeding definitely plays a role, as you can see by looking at me. But I did use some rather expensive pituitary treatments to further my growth. The growth is unpredictable, though. Much like a man, it doesn’t always come when you want it to. It can happen at any time, and emotional states and hormones both play a role. Orgasm is especially effective at causing growth spurts...”
Just then, the room shook. A few students hopped out of their seats.
“Sit down,” Miss Winston said. “Now some of you may be asking why, when most of the teachers are letting students go home early for the last day of school. Well, that’s because they’re the students who actually did the work. You’re here because you didn’t apply yourselves. Whatever smidge of potential you may have had at one point, you’ve all thoroughly squandered. ‘The lot of you are adults now, God help you, and that means that you deserve to be held to the standards of adults. Most of you probably assume you’re graduating. I hate to ruin your adorable naivete, but in fact you still have one more final exam left.”
A low murmur went out through the classroom. “M-miss Winston? What is the final exam?”
“It will involve the current topic of discussion. For some of you, it will be a practical exam. For others… oral.”
“But… but what about Chalmers? I haven’t seen him today.”
“I wouldn’t worry yourself about Chalmers. I think he’s doing an excellent job.”
The room shook again. This time it was clear what caused it: Miss Winston. She was growing rapidly now, taking up more and more space in the tiny classroom. Her growing legs stretched towards the back of the classroom. Her feet knocked students and desks over as they shot forward. Several students tried to run for the exit, but Miss Winston spread her legs so that her thick, growing thighs blocked the door.
“You are, by none, the worst class of students that I’ve ever had. You are not going to succeed in life. You will not be titans of industry, or middle managers, or even competent underlings."
The last of the desks were overturned and crushed. The ceiling was visibly caving in as she reached up her hands to tear the ceiling down.
"Right now you’ve done nothing to prove your worth," Diana continued. "You have no value. You’re nothing. You couldn’t possibly hope to be successful. Left to your own devices, you’d just get on food stamps and commit petty crimes. That’s why I’ve decided that I won’t be allowing anyone who doesn’t pass the final exam to leave this classroom.”
Miss Winston was taking up nearly the entire classroom now. Her body was pushing against all four walls, and lifting the ceiling. The old building creaked and groaned beneath her weight.
“There’s one thing you can do to make yourselves worthwhile: learn to serve your betters. Something I forgot to mention before: this school is slated for demolition, and I’m the one who’ll be carrying it out. In a few minutes, I’ll be bigger than this entire school. Everything and everyone inside this classroom will be be crushed under my body. There’s only one way out.”
“You’re blocking it!”
“Not the door, you idiot. My pussy.”
Miss Winston pulled her panties to the side, and spread her pussy.
“Gah!” A voice rang out from between her legs. It was Chalmers. He was soaking in pussy juice and gasping for air. “Diana,” he said, gasping for breath, “is the exam over now?”
“You will call me Miss Winston,” she said, “and you’d better get back to work in there if you don’t want to fail!”
Diana pushed him back inside of her. “So,” Miss Winston yelled, “This is your final exam. The hornier I get, the bigger I grow. The bigger I get, the more it takes to stuff my pussy. Chalmers isn’t enough anymore… I need all of you inside of me. If you make me cum, I mean, really, really cum, you’ll pass the final. Well? Get inside if you don’t want to end up as a stain on my posterior!”
The students gathered nervously around Miss Winston. She didn’t wait for the students to gather their courage. Instead, she grabbed them by the handful and shoved them inside of her pussy.
“Yes!” she screamed, as she stuffed her pussy with half a dozen of her students. Another group of students stood nervously in front of her, anxiously waiting to be stuffed in. She was so wet and so tight that they were pounding her pussy like a drum. The sounds of skin against skin and moans of ecstasy echoed through the room.
The walls of the school slowly began to give way, the bricks and mortar crumbling to the ground as Diana's body swelled. She grew bigger and bigger, until she was towering over the school. The bricks and mortar that had once been a strong and sturdy wall were no match for Diana's growing body. Within minutes, the entire building had been reduced to rubble by Diana's growing body.
Diana stood up, and surveyed the scene. "I still need to get bigger... So much bigger..." With the students still inside of her pussy, Diana fingered herself. Her breasts were heaving, her pussy was throbbing, and she could feel the students squirming inside of her. She was so big that they were practically swimming in her juices. She could feel their little hands and feet tickling her from the inside, and it was making her even more aroused. She decided that she needed to get even bigger, so she could really enjoy the students inside of her. She smiled and kept fingering herself, enjoying the feeling of power that came with being so big and so sexy.
Emily let out one last, final moan of pleasure, as her growth finally subsided. The building below her had been reduced to a pile of rubble. She glanced behind her, and saw that she had become an enormous sex goddess. She looked around the city, and realized that she towered over every building for miles around. "A shame I can't destroy all these buildings," Diana said. "Maybe another time...
Miss Winston was later asked if she felt regret over the lives that were lost when she destroyed the school. She refused to apologize, stating that it was merely "a part of my marvelous, powerful female sexuality, and should not be shamed." Some of the students were considered dead, according to the official records, even though their bodies were never found amidst the rubble. Some speculate that they're still being used as playthings by Diana...
