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'I can't believe we still don't have a proper teacher's lounge!' Edna Clark complained. The 42-year-old English teacher pushed open the door to Room 202 with her slightly overweight behind, a pile of unmarked papers in one hand and a well-deserved coffee in the other. As soon as the door opened, the sounds of chatter from within assaulted her ears and she was once again reminded why she was so close to not coming back for another year at Munro High. 


As budget cuts continued to slash the South Florida public schools, her workplace had gone down the gutter. First the faculty had lost their offices, but we're happy enough to work from their lounge, but over the summer, that too had been stripped, converted into a "mental health positivity room" for the ungrateful twerps that she taught. The teachers had been forced to convert a regular classroom into their new sanctuary and it simply wasn't the same. 


The tiny space just about fit twenty desks and a whiteboard at the front. The old-school desk-set combos were often too small for her ass anyway, but who was there to listen to her grievances? The only people that used the old detention room were other teachers, just as powerless as she. Edna swore to herself that this was the last straw … for now. 


'It's an insult, to be sure,' agreed a portly man in his 50s who followed Edna inside, his own workload in a tattered briefcase. Armand Skye was just as tired of the cuts as his younger colleague, but he momentarily forgot his frustrations as he ogled her juicy ass as she led the way towards two empty seats, the pencil skirt squashing her beautiful bum. 


'Another year of the same shit!' called a woman from a few rows back, nursing a coffee that was as Irish as she was. The redhead was only a few years older than Edna, but each one had taken its toll on her body. Still, Grace Gallagher always seemed cheerful on the first day of school, but hardly ever after that. Like the history classes she taught, she relieved the same defeats and injustices every year, and only a little alcohol could help dull her senses. 


'But where the fuck are we supposed to send kids for detention now?' muttered Professor Ian Adams, Munro High's resident mathematics savant. Forever in a tacky mix of tweed and denim, the bespectacled beanpole never failed to share his particular outrage at the clearly personal slights the system made against him. 


'Home? Then at least we don't have to deal with them,' Edna suggested, garnering a raucous laugh from Armand and a more genuine giggle from Grace.


'If only we could use the old ways to discipline these niños, then we wouldn't have such a problem with delinquents,' sighed Maria Gomez, one of two foreign language teachers at the school. 


'Agreed. When I was a child, none of the things I see here would have been tolerated in a school,' Karl Junger nodded. The two had had equally demoralizing days of freshman who clearly had no intent of learning neither Spanish nor German, chatting through their classes to get to the end of the day. Multilingualism was not a hot practice at Munro High and the only students who spoke anything other than English were immigrants fluent in their own mother tongues. This left very little middle ground for anyone wanting to learn, as classes either had total beginners or native speakers. 


The only teachers that didn't seem to be complaining were the two burly men standing by the board. Micheal Scarn and Jason White, head PE teacher and his assistant, were too busy talking about the prospects for football season to engage in the defeatist chatter. Especially since they had kept their offices above the gymnasium with the additional money the sports department was allocated for the year. 


The two men did however turn their heads when Julia Waters walked in. The inexplicably slim yet busty 27-year-old was the hot topic amongst students and faculty. As the new IT teacher, she was both a budding feminist icon and a dreamy piece of eye candy at the same time. She smiled in the PE teachers' direction before setting her laptop down on a table. 


'Good first day, everyone?' Julia asked, to which she got a mix of grumbles and shrugs. Edna knew that her chipper energy wouldn't last too much longer. After all, it was only her first day at Munro High. Before Ms. Waters even sat down however, a flash of light engulfed the room, and Edna didn't even feel her head hit the desk before she blacked out. 


***


Edna's ears were ringing as if an explosion had gone off. She opened her eyes but everything was blurry. Half deaf and half blind, she tried to set up to a sitting position, but her whole body ached. In her third attempt, she managed to roll onto all fours and her vision started to clear. 


It was too quiet. The 42-year-old brunette could hear the wind so she guessed that she must have been outside, but she was on a very hard surface. To be sure, as her eyes widened, she recognized a distinct light blue hue beneath her. She couldn't have been on water, but the blue stretched out all around her for miles. She turned her head from side to side, trying to orientate herself but only found more questions. 


The ocean that she found herself on ended abruptly a few hundred yards from her and seemed to drop off into nothingness. Beyond this however, Edna could see a plethora of unbelievably immense structures, most notably a flat, broad surface high above and of the same shade of blue as where she stood. A metal bar seemed to connect this higher plain to her own station, but she couldn't see where it joined her surface. 


Edna glanced to the side and to her amazement, saw something that she did recognize: a desk and chair. Despite her familiarity with the archaic combination stations, this one looked totally different. It was the same shape as she had always known the school to have, and the same light blue color as the sea upon which she stood, but the object must have been several thousand feet tall. Edna could just about make out the base as it rested on the familiar linoleum floor, but it was colossal!


Then she saw another one, and another! She wasn't sure if she was getting dizzy or simply spinning around but she certainly felt lightheaded as she turned 360 degrees to see dozens of the humongous desks around her. It was at that moment that she realized that she must have been on one of them, stranded in the middle of a plastic seat the size of a few city blocks. 


She felt like she needed to puke. 


'Edna!' came a shout from a familiar voice. It sounded like it came from a great distance, and Edna squinted to see Armand across the surface of the seat. He was waving at her but she just couldn't get to grips with how far away he was. Surely no chair could be this large. How on Earth could something so big even exist? And where were they, that so many colossal objects could be displayed in such a manner? Questions spiralled around Edna's head when she froze. 


boom. Boom. BOOM. BOOM.


What had started as tiny vibrations through the surface of the plastic turned into palpable shaking as the rhythmic booming grew louder. She looked around but could see no sign of the source of the explosions. Unfortunately, something did catch her eye, and with it, a cold shiver ran down her spine. A flyer. But not just any flyer. This was last year's homecoming dance chaperone flyer, and she knew exactly where she had seen it before. 


They were still in Room 202. 


The only difference was that she was probably about two millimeters tall.


***


Ian Adams stirred to the sound of the booming. He groggily rose from the comically oversized paper that he was laying on and rubbed his head. He vaguely remembered some kind of flash in the temporary teachers' lounge before he blacked out, but had little time to think anything else through when he felt a gust of wind and a creaking from afar. He glanced to the direction of the sounds, along with the other eight suddenly tiny people in the room. 


The door to Room 202 swung open, sending a gale powerful enough to knock over the two tiny men nearest the source. Jason White and Michael Scarn were sent tumbling not their backs from the force of the air current, but both men remained near enough to see who was standing in the doorway. 


Michael gazed up at the cruise ship sized foot before him, five tanned toes each about five times his height, lined up on top of a thick platform at he struggled to see over. The thick leather was at least 2000 feet wide, as was the foot on top of it. The does shot back along a slightly veiny foot up to a solid tower of flesh. The tan calf was bigger than any building that Coach Scarn had ever seen, and yet somehow the enormous intruder's leg grew even wider as it rose into the dizzying heights of the air. A soft looking knee burst out into an immense, bare thigh, stretching higher and higher until it reached the seam of a pair of bright, pink panties. 


From right below her, Michael could see the cotton as it hugged the huge girl's crotch, sure that the panties would be large enough to cover the whole school if the school itself wasn't also gigantic. Michael couldn't take his eyes off of the girls underwear as it lay before him, under the pathetic cover of a white, flared mini skirt that barely reached the bottom of her ass. The minute man couldn't see above it, and didn't want to, as he was getting a raging erection just fine with what he saw. He didn't notice his assistant already running to the side. Michael should have done the same. 


With impossible speed, the giantess's right foot rose from the ground, the terrible weight of her huge sandals easily thrown into the air. A trail of dust and dirt rained down from it as the foot swung forward, covering Michael in filth. The physical education director stared dumbfounded at the endless sole of the sandal, a flat, scratched sheet of leather sodden with dried mud, blades of grass and sand. It came down on him before he could even blink. 


Crunch.


Jason White almost threw up, stumbling as the giantess's step shook the ground. He had glanced behind him just in time to see his boss disappear under the sandal the size of a football field. Michael's body stood no chance against the leather as the sole of the footwear crushed his body as if it was nothing. He didn't even fall as his skeleton was obliterated as he stood, his whole form reduced to a tiny red spot underfoot. 


Jason screamed as the giantess's other foot rose and swung overhead. He shut his eyes and curled up into a ball, not able to comprehend how he had witnessed a man being decimated under a girl's shoe. The enormous sandal landed far away from Jason, the girl's stride too long for him to fathom, but he remained in a crying, screaming ball, shaking in pure terror as the giantess let the door shut behind her and stepped into the room, unaware of the man she had trampled. 


***


'UM, HELLO? MR. ADAMS? UGH … PROFESSOR ADAMS?' the thundering voice echoed around the room. 


Indeed Ian recognized that voice, but also couldn't believe his eyes as he looked across the vast room at the figure of Daniella Dominguez, a senior from his morning mathematics class. The 5'7" Latina now stood several miles tall and even further away despite being in the same room as him. She was still dressed in the same outrageous outfit that had earned her a detention: a white miniskirt that clearly showed her panties, and a red tank top that barely came down to her belly button, and didn't even less to hide her enormous E-cup breasts. 


Ian has sent her out for breaking the school dress code but she had evidently not changed as he had ordered. Instead, the dark haired 17-year-old had shown up to detention in Room 202 to find an empty room. 


'TYPICAL TEACHER BULLSHIT!' Daniella boomed under her breath, 'AND IF I LEAVE NOW, I BET I'LL GET INTO  EVEN MORE TROUBLE. THAT ASSHOLE!'


The whole room trembled at the sound of her voice, but Ian Adams most of all. He could see the anger in the teenager's face, and while he wasn't normally intimidated by his students, it was a whole other story when one was the size of a planet, and unsettlingly in the same room where he was trapped. 


BOOM. BOOM. 


Daniella took a few more steps towards the front of the room, her handbag falling from her elbow to the ground. The resulting thud was hardly heard by the Latina, but was certainly felt by the tiny teachers in the room. Her jet-black hair was tied back in a ponytail, but a few ringlets escaped the band and framed her smooth, tan temple. Daniella wasn't the prettiest girl at school, but she had an attractive face and her chest certainly did well when it came to boys. She did a fair bit of yoga to keep her legs and ass toned, but she couldn't tolerate running. It was a shame, as she had quite enjoyed jogging until her boobs grew at age 15. Since then no sports bra could support her enough. 


She pulled her phone out of her handbag and checked the time: 16:20. She was only five minutes late. She couldn't believe that she had gotten detention on the first day, but at least she would only have to bear her annoying math teacher for one more year … or so she thought. 


She suddenly noticed papers on some of the desks, and couldn't help but investigate, as she was stuck there anyway. Daniella strode over to the nearest desk and rested her hands on it, swinging herself into the plastic seat with practiced ease. 


Edna Clark fell onto her side as the gigantic student approached. The woman even recognized her as that ditsy Mexican girl from her Friday class the year before, or was she Cuban? Whatever she had been, all she was now was huge. Edna had never seen anything so humongous in her entire life, be it natural or man-made. And yet this 17-year-old was walking towards her, standing around 8 miles tall. 


Her tan legs carried her across the room in a flash and before she knew it, Edna was staring at her soft, immense thighs. She watched the girl leaned forward, placing her hands on the blue surface above the seat. As she did so, Edna for a good look at her tits as they nearly spilled out of the ridiculous crop top that she wore. Each one must have been almost a mile wide and perky like such huge breasts should not be able to be. 


Edna was crawling to the front edge of the seat as fast as she could, but her colleague hadn't gotten that far. Armand Skye was glued to his position as he gawked with an open mouth at the hot young girl before him. He would have been turned on by her outfit even at normal sized, but his tiny penis couldn't get more erect at the sight of the planet sized boobs and her more than ample ass. As the giantess turned side on, he admired the curved of her booty breath her underwear and slowly reached for his crotch. Armand laid one hand on his dick before the girl swung herself into the seat. 


The sudden jolt against the desk-chair combo set both Edna and Armand to the ground, but they were far apart. While the brunette looked up in horror as Daniella's right thigh sailed over her, Mr. Skye was getting the show of his life. The Latina's ass was easily over a mile wide, and as she bent her hips, her hot pink panties slipped up between her cheeks, exposing even more of her tan derriere. He almost came just at the sight of the gigantic booty, but he didn't get the chance. 


Daniella landed in the seat with a slap on the plastic. Her left buttcheek tapped the blue material and Armand Skye was squished with an inaudible, wet squelch. His bloody remains formed a little red spot on the teenager's skin, but it was too small for the giantess to feel. As she settled into the seat, she scooted forward the tiniest bit, and Mr. Skye's corpse was vaporised by the friction between the dark haired girl's ass and the plastic seat. 


***


Edna almost couldn't bear to open her eyes. She was trembling like a leaf as the sound of the giantess sitting down still echoed around her head. Was she dead? Had she already been crushed by the huge Latina? Ms. Clark peeked through her fingers to see that she was very much still alive. 


She opened her eyes fully and gasped In shock and awe. Before he was the towering colossus of Daniella's crotch, modestly covered by her hot pink panties. The wall of cotton was several thousand feet tall, and curved under the giantess at the bottom. The girl's thighs were on either side of Edna and her skirt formed a roof over the minuscule woman's head. The English teacher was perched on the edge of the seat, right between the gargantuan student's legs. 


The heavy aroma of Daniella's pussy radiated onto the tiny woman, along with the stench of sweat from a day at highschool. The heat coming from her enormous sex was almost too much for the puny brunette to bear as she struggled to breathe in the warmth. Edna crawled onto her hands and knees, looking up at the young girl in terror. 


'H … Help me …' she managed to mumble, but the goddess showed no sign of hearing her pathetic plea. Edna opened her mouth to shout, praying that she would be heard, she took a deep breath.

 

Daniella shifted forward to get a better look at the papers on the desk. Inadvertently sending her crotch ramming into the tiny woman between her legs. The Cuban girl's pussy steamrolled over Ms. Clark, pinning her onto her back before the titanic weight of the student settled on top of her. The puny woman's scream was smothered by Daniella's cunt, a mere moment before Edna was crushed. The 42-year-old was compressed into a red blot on the goddess's underwear, not even registering enough to tickle the ginormous pussy. As Daniella leaned back, tilting her hips, her crotch rose, lifting the pathetic stain into view. The crimson mark was all that was left of the unfortunate Edna Clark, an unnoticed blemish that would soon be washed off of the 17-year-old's panties.

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