Boom.
Jason felt the ground shake all around him. He was still trying to make sense of it all when he started feeling the earth quake and shiver. All he remembered trying to do was get up to use the pencil sharpener, right next to the door.
Boom. Boom. BOOM.
As the echoing crashes of thunder got louder and closer, Jason was suddenly blown onto his back by a gust of wind. He slid a couple inches across the cold, white-tiled floor as he looked up in astonishment. The classroom's door, now endlessly tall to him, had swung open. Standing in the doorway, was Mrs. Bennett, now at least a mile tall to him.
He surveyed her from the top down. Her plump but pretty face and short-cut blond hair now looked statuesque. Her small but perky breasts hung together in a grey cotton sweater. Below them, her chubby stomach bulged; a little skin visible at the pant line. She was wearing her stiped office pants today, the ones the kids often made fun behind her back. The jokes stemmed from the fact that they clung so tightly to her tremendous thighs; often giving her a mean camel toe. From Jason's perspective, her could somewhat see her massive pussy bulge, but it was shrouded by her gargantuan thighs rubbing up against each other. He gulped, realizing that those thighs alone could wipe our entire neighborhoods at his size.
His gaze followed down her legs to her feet. She was wearing black flats today, with no socks by the look of it. At his size, he could make out her toes jutting against the inside of her shoes. Her feet were as long as a skyscraper to him, and incredibly thick and massive in their own reality. He finally stood back up to his full height to look back at his teacher's face, now noticing her frown.
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Where the FUCK did those kids go now?
She had been contemplating finding a different teaching job as of late. "The kids at that stupid fucking Catholic school have no respect," she'd tell her friends during late night drinks. And it was true, most of her class consisted of puberty-induced hormonal teens that lacked any sort of decency with her. She'd find crude drawings emphasizing her ginormous ass and thighs. For some reason those kids really focused on her lower body.
Fuck em' she'd say to herself. She knew she had a great ass, given how many stares she got from the other male teachers. She felt she just needed to work on the rest of her body - to look pleasing to more attractive eyes.
Standing in the doorway of her now abandoned classroom, her brow furrowed. They'd finally managed to break her. "I'll be back in five minutes class," she'd told them, "please, nobody get up or stir up something, I just need to get your Social Studies assignments from the copy room. The day is almost over, just hang in there." She'd have really said that last part for herself. After an enormously shitty day, her tolerance was at the lowest point of her career. They're just kids, Hannah. They don't know any better.
Well now they've gone and pushed her to the edge. She let out a sigh of exasperation and looked up at the classroom clock. 15 minutes until school ends and they pull this shit? After another deep sigh, she decided she didn't care anymore. This teaching environment sucked, and she'd take getting fired over playing their little game and searching for them throughout the school. Maybe even going as far as to humiliate herself and ask for the secretary to make an announcement over the PA system.
Fuck them. I'm not playing their stupid games. Fuck if I care anymore.
Her brow returned to normal, and she let out another sigh, this time of composure. She surveyed the classroom once more, the three rows of desks with her's at the back of the room. The projector screen down but holding no projection. The windows displaying the wintery snowfall outside. It was the last school day before winter break, and she wasn't going to end it on a low note. She remembered she had some hot chocolate mix stored next to her Keurig and decided that's what she'd do.
She took one step forward into the class room when she felt the faintest of crumples beneath her right foot. She made sure to settle it down fully, and her gaze shifted to meet it. She looked at her foot flexing against the white tile, and still felt a faint crackle. Lifting her foot back up and to the side, she saw a small red splotch on the ground. She lowered her knees to the ground and got a closer look. The red seemed to be a liquid of sorts, mixed with microscopic viscera of different colors.
Gross. A bug. I warned the kids about leaving their snacks out.
She stood back up to full height, unknowingly slamming her foot back on the splotch again to force herself up. After patting her knees off, she noticed something moving out of the corner of her eye. Gazing back down at the floor, she saw three other specs moving away from her. More bugs? Besides her class, there wasn't much else Hannah hated more than insects in this world. Without a second thought she took two steps into the class and hovered her left flat over the specs.
"Guess you didn't get the message..filthy bugs."
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Jason had been discovering things about his body lately. He had no idea what the sex ed instructor had been talking about back a year ago. But now, he knew. He still remembered the first time he tried rubbing his hand up and down his penis. He had thought all that masturbating was involved getting an erection and a little blob of clear stuff. But after figuring out what to do, he had been a masturbating fiend. His target? Mrs. Bennett of course.
Now standing half an inch tall in front of the gargantuan being, Jason began to feel that familiar warmth build up inside his khakis. He looked down to see a bulge emanating from his crotch. He started breathing heavily as he looked back up at Mrs. Bennett. Only this time, his view had changed. Mrs. Bennett's thick ankle had lifted her flat as she began her venture into the classroom.
Jason froze, he watched as the humongous gray sole of her flat began to overshadow him above. A couple bits of dust particles fell on top of him as the toe end finally moved past over him. Her whole foot was roughly 50 feet above him, he should be scared to death; fearing for his life. But he wasn't. Jason had the biggest erection he'd ever had in his whole life. A huge cum-stain was now visible on the crotch of his khakis. His mouth was agape with horror and ecstasy. He didn't know how to react with so many feelings flowing through his body. So, he simply stood in place, watching Mrs. Bennett's sole inch closer and closer to him.
Finally, when it was mere feet away, panic and adrenaline rocketed through his body. He let out a small yelp, and then a loud scream as his legs started working again and tried propelling him in some direction - any direction. Running with an erection wasn't something he was used to, and with his mind fogged up with mixed emotions, he didn't bother to look up to see Mrs. Bennett's sole make contact with his head. He felt an immeasurable pressure as he was knocked down to the ground - his feet slipping right out beneath him. He fell face down and turned onto his back just in time to the uncompromising ripples of his teacher's sole. Out of breath, with an erection throbbing up and down, he was barely able to let out a yelp before his screams were muffled by Mrs. Bennett.
It was an event that only lasted a split-second, as his yells for help were cut short and forced back inside his lungs, his nose was broken in to his skull and eyes splurged out of their sockets. His arms instinctually bent up to push back but were quickly snapped. His skull started to split as his ribs began to bend backward and puncture his internals. He was still conscious to feel his penis smushed up against his stomach and eventually crushed and flattened into mere flesh and blood. As the lower half of his body caught up with his upper, his skull finally burst, spewing brain matter and gore alongside the sole.
His whole body was demolished out of existence, not even containing a semblance to its original shape. The only hints were that of his khakis and sweater that smushed up against Mrs. Bennett's sole. Of course, her foot finally settled, and the giantess, confused at this sensation, flexed her building-sized toes within the flat, further grinding her student's remains into nothing-ness. When she finally peeled her foot from its place, Jason's clothes had cemented themselves to her sole and traveled along with it.
After examining the remains of the "bug," Mrs. Bennett stood back up to full height, stomping her right flat back on top of them. Her foot nudged ever so slightly, further grounding the bones and blood into nothingness. Nobody would ever be able to find any semblance of Jason ever again.
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Watching all of this unfold, Madelyn and James were in hysterics. They were known as the class lovebirds. The pair constantly broke up and got together again, making a big show of each occasion. This kind of behavior was typical at most middle schools. The second Mrs. Bennett had left the classroom, they were out of their seats and in each other's arms, much to the dismay of the rest of the class.
"Oh, give it a rest will you," beckoned Sasha, one of the many self-proclaimed popular girls of the school, "when Mrs. Bennett comes back your asses are toast."
"Stuff it Sasha, you're just jealous I get the hottest boy in the school all to myself." Madelyn then proceeded to kiss James on the cheek, much to the horror of the rest of the class. Sasha had started faking gagging noises, although it would do well to note that they might not have been fake after all.
But now the lovebirds had found themselves in the same situation as the rest of the class. Shrunken, and terrified. They had watched on in horror as Jason was crushed out of existence. Although they didn't know it was Jason, they only knew it was a former classmate. There seemed to be an immeasurable distance between the pair and him, until Mrs. Bennett's gigantic fat foot had settled and made the latter's burial grounds, putting that distance in a different perspective.
After wiping away Madelyn's tears and trying to bestow some confidence with her, he managed to finally speak his mind. "We need to get to the others and find some way to get help." Madelyn's eyes were still leaking, she was still mumbling to herself something about her mother. "Madelyn! We need to get away from her now! Let's go!"
And with that, James grabbed Madelyn's arm and began running towards the desks. He hadn't turned to face them since the incident and looked up in amazement for a moment. They looked alien to him, stretching up for such an incredible distance. The four shiny metal poles looked like something out of a science fiction movie. But he didn't draw that comparison. James knew that those movies were for fucking nerds.
Madelyn was still in a trance but tagged along as the pair sprinted off. Much to their misfortune, it was this rapid movement that had caught the attention of their teacher. As James and Madelyn ran for their lives, a shadow started to cast over them. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, a loud booming voice near shattered their ear drums.
GUESS YOU DIDN'T GET THE MESSAGE...FILTHY BUGS.
James stopped running and grasped Madelyn to turn and look upward. He hadn't even finished looking up before his world went black. The last thing James and Madelyn had seen was each other's terrified tear-drenched faces. Madelyn, still calling out for her mother.
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Not wanting to waste any time disposing of them, Mrs. Bennett stomped down forcefully and twisted her foot in place. Her powerful toes swishing inside her flat, grinding the bugs into a fine paste. She blushed, realizing that she stomped with all her weight and had caused a couple of the desks nearby to jolt. I really need to hit the gym during this break she figured.
Not even caring about the lives she claimed, she peeled her foot off from the once-bodies and finished walking to her desk. She was appalled to see that somebody had messed with her drawers. No, not somebody, she knew exactly who.
Michael, that little specky faced cunt.
She walked around her desk to sit down in her office chair. A dingy little thing that the school claimed was the only chair they could offer up. She had always planned on getting a better one but never found the motivation to. As of late though, the chair had started jutting into her sides; her ass busting at the empty space between the arms as well. She sighed as she lowered herself down, not realizing that another "bug" had found himself trapped on its harsh surface, awaiting to be plastered across her world-famous behind.
The moment Mrs. Bennett left the classroom, Patrick was up on his feet. While the others were busy being distracted by Madelyn and James’ horrendous PDA, Patrick took it upon himself to retrieve a stolen item of his. Last week during Religion, Patrick had been playing on his Gameboy instead of listening to Mrs. Bennett talk about Jesus for the 155th time.
“Patrick. Would you care to tell me what it is you’re doing under there?”
Patrick groaned, Mrs. Bennett had seen his hands were hidden underneath his desk.
“Nothing, Mrs. Bennett. Just playing with my dick.”
The whole class erupted into laughter as Mrs. Bennett charged over to Patrick’s desk, knocking a couple desks on accident due to the wide sway of her hips. She lifted his hands up to reveal his green Gameboy and snatched it.
“This is mine now. Go to the principal’s office right now.”
Patrick groaned yet again and moved up from his desk. In the eyes of his classmates, he was a hero. A couple were still laughing as he exited the room. Mrs. Bennett, her face beat red with embarrassment and anger, picked up the school phone and began dialing the main office.
Now was the perfect opportunity to grab it back before school break. He sat down in Mrs. Bennett’s chair and swiveled his skinny ass in place; getting comfortable. He had begun opening various drawers when Marie caught notice of him.
“Guys, Patrick’s going through Mrs. Bennett’s shit!”
Almost immediately, the class turned their attention from the grotesque PDA to Patrick’s shenanigans.
“I’m just getting what’s mine,” Patrick retorted.
Marie got up from her desk and met up with Patrick; the others staring on in silence. It seemed like everybody but Marie and Patrick knew they liked each other immensely. The romantic hormonal tension between the two was almost the exact opposite of Madelyn and James; whereas the latter wore it on their sleeves, the former intended to keep it hidden and not speak of it.
Marie put both of her hands down on the front end of the desk and leaned forward towards Patrick.
“Come on Patrick,” she beckoned, eyeing the classroom doorway. “You’re going to get in trouble and it’ll be the third time this week. They’ll do something this-“
“Marie please, just shut up. Look, it’s gotta be in here somewhere- “
Unfortunately for the pair, these were the last words spoken to each other before the incident. And now, Patrick found himself marooned on a gray landscape. He still hadn’t moved after he heard Mrs. Bennett speak his name out in exasperation. Her gigantic form had completely dwarfed his world, and her rear end loomed ominously above.
Looking up at the massive mountains of flesh, he wagered that each of her ass cheeks was at least a quarter of a mile tall to him. Her stiped pants seemed as though they were being stretched beyond belief by them, clinging so tight that her crack looked as though she had a massive wedgie. Of course, his teenage hormones had gotten the best of him, and he too had a large erection forming, much akin to Jason’s. Although Patrick didn’t know Jason didn’t exist anymore and would forever go down as having vanished from the world in the eyes of his parents, colleagues, and the law. Unfortunately for Patrick, he, among many others, would share the same fate.
Mrs. Bennett let out a sigh that sounded monstrous to Patrick and began to lower herself down. Patrick’s eye’s widened as he gawked at the ever-expanding ass descend. Her two gargantuan cheeks started to part, widening her crack and stretching her pants even more. It was like seeing the sky split apart to Patrick. More and more his world was turning to darkness as her ass expanded and parted. He could hear a low hissing noise as every crease and wrinkle of her pants were tugged away by the movement.
Knowing he couldn’t escape the impending doom of Mrs. Bennett’s ass, he began to cry and scream, crawling over on all fours, desperately trying to make way for space not touched by the shadow. His erection rubbed against the ground as he haphazardly tried to escape the darkness until the bright horizon disappeared. No space on the chair laid untouched now.
He turned onto his back to see Mrs. Bennett’s left ass cheek buoyant and curvaceous, stretching for an unimaginable distance to his left and right. Not knowing what else to do, Patrick decided to resort to his devious side as the last thing he’d do. He quickly unbuckled his pants and tore them down to his knees, his elongated pale penis sticking straight up towards Mrs. Bennett. Looking down to grab hold of his penis, Patrick’s began stroking up and down rapidly, his face twitching in sheer adrenaline. He looked back up to see the striped pattern of her pants mere inches away from his face.
“Wait, wait, wait!”
Much like his former classmates, the event of his death was over in a manner of seconds. He managed to let out a high-pitched girly scream before the immense pressure of Mrs. Bennett began to settle on top of him. He didn’t even manage to move his hands from fondling himself in self-defense before his entire body exploded against the fabric sheathing Mrs. Bennett’s ass. As her full weight settled down onto the sturdy chair, Patrick’s skin busted at every seam imaginable. All the bones in his body snapped, cracked, and were crushed even further into a dust like substance. His clothes were compacted beyond their restraint and were torn to shreds by the sheer weight of her.
Whatever was left of Patrick had already begun to be absorbed into Mrs. Bennett’s ass when she scooted backward and swiveled in place, trying to get comfortable. This mere instinctual motion smushed every bit of what was left of Patrick into the fabric of the pants. When she finally sat still and all was said and done, the stain under her ass was already dried and imprinted. The sister stain was located further back from its origins and was slightly visible from behind the chair as Mrs. Bennett had hiked her pants up after feeling some discomfort.
There was utterly nothing left of Patrick except a stain that resembled a microscopic dab of dried red paint.