Trouble Teaching [Story]

"We're moving onto the next lesson," Ms. Miller stated to the class lethargically.

She faced the blackboard, chalk in hand, but had trouble steadying herself upright to write on it. She leaned back onto her desk and lost half her vision to her ample cleavage. Her breasts were each twice as large as her torso and threatened to burst out of her top. They were so large there wasn't enough fabric to cover them modestly anymore, and the attempt to do so revealed Ms. Miller's pale midriff.

Ms. Miller took a deep breath and noticed she lost another quarter of her vision to her cock. As thick as she was and nearly just as tall, it stood erect at attention, towering over her in a display of control. Hot blood ran through its bulbous veins, and she swore she could see steam rise off its taut skin.

This damn thing soaks up so much blood I can't think straight.

With great effort she pushed against the desk, trying to set herself upright to write, but everything felt heavier all of a sudden, and she leaned back again for support. She groaned and moaned at the sudden growth she felt, especially in her testicles.

She couldn't see them, but she could feel them. Each testicle weighing in at 90 pounds, they ceaselessly produced sperm, and it felt like they kicked into overdrive.

Ms. Miller's breathing became more and more labored as her body refused to cooperate with her mind. She stood there with her back to her class, but her breasts and cock were still easily visible to everyone in the room.

In an attempt to assert dominance over her body, she loudly ordered her class to open their textbooks. Then something rose within her.

Something hot.

Something liquid.

Her order to her class was interrupted by a thick stream of cum expelling itself from the tip of her cock. With the consistency of moist dough, it shot high into the air and back onto her breast and head with a thick slap.

The force of the impact stunned Ms. Miller, but she could still here the myriads of gasps and hollers through it behind her.

She opened her mouth to continue her lesson but could only let a moan out instead as another stupidly thick rope shot out of her meat cannon, slathering her with another layer. Then another. Then another.

Ms. Miller didn't hear the bell that signaled the end of class. She was instead busy being covered head to toe in her own spunk. A moaning, quivering mound of cum.