August 19, 2020, 12:53 pm by deux_anges (49)
THE CLASSROOM
SPECIES 3: THE CLASSROOM
PART ONE:
Dressed in her standard-issue uniform, which was a bit like something Mary Poppins would have worn except much tighter and made of sharkskin, and carrying herself with the demeanor of one who was absolutely sure of everything ever said provided that she was the one who said it. Ms. Henna was immediately recognizable to all citizens of New Earth as an 11th-grade teacher of the True Citizens, in the suburbs.
The year in which she taught was 2073, 60years after the Species had outwitted and outbred the humans, 70years after the first True Citizen, Sil, had first pioneered the frontier. Her class was comprised of 20 of the Community's most promising True Breeders.
They were all stunning and perfectly poised; their libidos raged uncontrollably at all times and their abdominal muscles were like hard steel, hidden behind a delicate and soft facade. They were also all virgins, separated from all male contact until their graduation, when they would be sent off to the Fornitorium to breed successfully in a controlled and professional environment.
This day was the day before Sil's Week, when teachers normally laid back on homework and pumped up on tests; in Ms. Henna's class, this was a day of celebration and treats, as this would be the girls' first exposure to a male within ten feet and their first witness to the miracle of birth. Little did they know that the day was to be filled with miracles! The girls were all a year old; by human physical standards they looked to be around 17 or 18. Their collective bra size, by design, was a perfect D, demonstrated to the world perfectly at all times with mandatory, skin-tight uniforms that ranged wildly in designed but not one iota in intent.
The girls' expressions all displayed an amalgamation between some great alien intelligence and a refusal to use it; in the back of their minds blinked always the images of young men their age, brandishing their phalli, inviting them to dance, to fornicate, to swell and to explode with the love they shared between themselves and the rest of their Species, only to heal up again and to begin anew.
They shared among themselves the typical year-old's taste for pornography, gray and fuzzy Polaroids taken on one another's shoulders of passing men they can almost make out through their high windows, and of masturbating among themselves in futile energetic bursts of lesbian orgies. These orgies, while offically barred on New Earth for fear that the lesbians might discourage breeding, were tolerated among the younger set, seeing as how without any form of sexual release the girls might not last until graduation at all. None were more interested in these events than Danielle and Cassandra. Danielle looked superfically straight-and-narrow; her sundressess, while floral, were never all that loud, and many days she even wore undergarments and shoes.
She carried herself in a dainty and coy manner, politely nodding and saying "hi" to all of her classmates and teachers as she walked in the halls, as furious fantasies of criminally rough sex wafted in and out of her pretty little head. And what a pretty little head it was! She had great round eyes, wide and innocent; they were brown, matching her shoulder-length hair, which she wore down almost all of the time. Her face reflected an ancestry that was mostly Norwegian and somewhat Spanish, sharp and colored, with expressive lips and a laugh like bells.
The only hint she gave of her inner nature was the manner in which she sat: a little too straight, perhaps even a little arched, with her legs crossed but never stationary, seemingly sawing an imaginary log between them as she pondered her studies.
Had any males laid their eyes on Danielle, they would have agreed that it was a very lucky log indeed who would find himself nestled in there, rubbing against two very tan and aerodynamically muscular stalks. These legs supported a set of buttocks that also served as an asset, round and inviting, seemingly curious, in a way. Her hands and feet were proper as well, always manicured and neat, and all of this, in turn, surrounded a flat belly that resembled peach porcelain as much as anything else.
Today she was wearing a black bra, black panties, and a yellow sundress with goldenrod on it, in addition to a pair of sandals and an ankle bracelet. At the moment Ms. Henna waved her stick meaningfully, she was not paying attention; she was biting her lower lip and staring at Cassandra.
Cassandra was Danielle's counterpoint, an unflinchingly freewheeling wild spark with an affinity for graphic displays and retina-burning color choices. She had a longer frame than Danielle, and perhaps even a little thinner. As a result of this slightly lesser frame, her regulation-size breasts looked somewhat bigger and rounder, this optical illusion helped in no small part by nipples with an extraordinary sensitivity to cold and arousal. Her butt was less perky than Danielle's, more relaxed, like a dancer's; her fingers were more slender as well, suited to playing piano. Her hair was a mess of chin-length, flourescent blue dreadlocks that were longer in the front than in the back, coordinating nicely with her ice-blue eyes.
What distinguished Cassandra most from Danielle, however, was her frankly loud taste in clothing, reflected today with red bondage pants, a tight black muscle-tank, and black army boots, not to mention a steel choker, two flame tattoos on either arm, and an eight-pointed star around her belly-button.
Cassandra made no secret of her desire to mate with all forms of attractive life on the planet, and for the most part she succeeded, although usually only once with any given girl; she was rough and unforgiving in her exploits, jamming her pelvis onto her lovers like a jackhammer, as if pounding hard enough would cause her or her partner to grow equipment and thus complete the mating process. None complained, however; it wasn't that the girl's disliked her style, it was merely that they could not physically put up with the punishment. Danielle enjoyed that sort of punishment, however, and was sure to break as many rules as she could in Cassandra's presence in order to garner it.
Cassandra rarely paused to dish it out. They were but two of the class's highly esteemed members. There was also Therese, the half-Thai in the black body-stocking who danced like she was liquid, and Margaret, the redhead in pigtails and jeans, and Jen, the leatherbound gimp, who spent great amounts of time in her room doing things to herself that would constitute violations of the Geneva Convention if they were done to anyone else.
Each one came to school with a desire to mate stronger than they had the previous day. This denial was also by design, intended to spark within them the flames of unrequited lust. Subliminal images of birthing Citizens, muscular men, tumescent penises, and coitus came through the televisions and in their Top 40 hits; this was done only to fan the flames further, and it, too, worked.
With this in mind, it is now perfectly apparent that the class greeted this surprise with close-legged glee, followed shortly thereafter by fitful stares amongst themselves and crossed fingers, each girl hoping to take part in some sort of experiment or another.
Ms. Henna pressed on.
"I will now press this button, which will roll out the Plexiglass, and after that I may introduce the male."
Squeals of pleasure from the girls. The hushed hustle of pocketbooks unsnapping, makeup cases springing open, dresses being hiked up and postures straightening. A bell sounded and the Plexiglass whirred out across the room. The bell stopped, and an audible click sounded. The door to the classroom opened, and a 20-year-old man entered the room. The entire room behind the glass exploded, the girls rushing towards the glass and pawing at it hopefully, waving and winking and smiling; Cassandra then grabbed Danielle's ass and, looking at the man the entire time, began to worm her hands up her dress.
Ms. Henna glared at the couple and Cassandra ceased, although not before giving Danielle a delicate kiss on the nape of her neck. Ms. Henna cleared her throat and began the lesson.
"The modern male, class. Say hello, Jake." Jake, one of the blonde surfer types who infested the breeder camps' beginning levels, smiled amiably, absorbing the attention he was getting from the class in a professional manner, despite his obvious erection. "We will start with a proper example. Mine."
"Lucky bitch!" chirped Cassandra, who was promptly glared down by Ms. Henna. With that, the teacher put her hands behind her back, untied an unseen ribbon, and dropped both her outfit and her severe hair, revealing the body of what would appear to a human to be around 27 years old. She was wearing lingerie of the fanciest sort, garters and all, and blond, flowing hair tumbled to the middle of her back.
"The first step is to introduce yourself. Hello, Jake, I am Ms.Henna. The next is to have intercourse. Do not worry if you are wearing undergarments; if he is a True Citizen, then he will be able to penetrate you whether or not you take them off." She demonstrated this last point by straddling him behind, spreading her legs, and pointing to her vagina as an enormous penis suddenly erupted from Jake's pants, through her panties, and into her. Her cheeks flushed and she paused as her tongue clicked around in her mouth; as professional as she was, she had never lost her taste for taking pleasure in her work.
"I believe you know what to do next. For the sake of demonstration, I will make this quick."
She jabbed herself fiercely into him, her hands resting on her legs and occasionally coming up to vist her chest. Jake thrust powerfully, grabbing her thighs tight, pulling them apart and her close to him. This went on for 20 seconds, only to end with a sudden shriek from the both of them and Jake's exit from her person. Ms. Henna stood alone, legs akimbo, fingers running through her hair. She opened a safety door in the Plexiglass, the girls too stunned to fight to get through, and went into the classroom. She untied another ribbon and stood standing. She sat on the edge of her behind on her desk and rubbed her hands deeply into her thighs. "It is at this point that the offspring will emerge. Do not be alarmed; it will heal."
At that point, she convulsed, and then again. Her hands leapt up to her head, and then she threw herself on her desk and screamed, kicking and clawing at her stomach. The girls approached the desk to observe, but Cassandra stayed behind to stare at Jake a bit more.
Her belly bore a dark mark from three inches from her vagina to where her ribcage began. This was, the girls knew, a scar, and that it would form after the first birth, and that it was a sign of respect. The contents of her stomach jiggled and squirmed visibly and audibly as her convulsed began to increase in speed and strength. Her vagina swelled in a now-useless reaction to birthing hormones; her belly swelled measurably. It looked to contain a cantaloupe when her hands first slammed down onto her pelvis, rubbing feverishly the area around her cunt, and it was after a minute of this that her belly then appeared to contain a watermelon.
Her breasts had grown slightly as well; her belly grew even further. It towered over her, weighing at least sixty pounds, heaving with her every breath, netted with veins and stretchmarks. Danielle reached out to touch it by instinct; Ms. Henna recoiled, but was powerless to stop her. The squirming inside of her belly grew in volume as slight bulges moved in and out around the edges.
Danielle played with these bulges, chasing them across her tummy, causing Ms. Henna to chirp and shriek quietly to please not do that. Danielle reacted to this lustfully and forcefully, situating herself between Ms. Henna's legs, rubbing her hands in circle on her growing belly as the gestation period came to a close, the squirming growing louder, the pussy spreading and squirting in false hope. Danielle bent down to kiss Ms. Henna's bellybutton, and then she moved her face down to her vagina, licking her clitoris and her labia. She moved her hands from her belly to her vagina, giving her a genital massage. The vagina twitched and spasmed at the precise moment cries could be heard from inside Ms. Henna; Danielle immediately lept onto her pelvis, straddling her belly, her cunt touching hers, and watched her belly stop growing with a jolt.
Water broke onto Danielle's crotch as Ms. Henna screamed once again, her back springing upwards as her belly forced itself apart and the child broke through, spraying translucent fluids everywhere. A nurse emerged from the door outside and escorted the child out. Danielle got off of Ms. Henna, dumbstruck, and watched as her tattered belly sewed itself back together, within ten seconds looking as good as new. Ms. Henna, still spacy, got up from the desk and stood in front of the class, naked and grinning, thanked both Jake and Danielle, and sat down in her chair to rest blissfully.
The class cheered, and so did Jake, his erect penis still jutting from his pants. He had been flirting with Cassandra, and she with he, and both had felt great vibrations from the whole situation; Cass had missed most of the birth, but she was at least as happy as anyone else in the class. Jake quieted the class and made a pronouncement.
"And now for some comic relief."
The door opened and two guards threw in a 17-year-old human girl whose proportions mirrored those of the True Citizens. She wore a slave's collar with an electronic tracking device, a brown leather bikini and a loincloth. Her hair was dirty blond, in a pony-tail. The tattoos on her shoulder marked her as a single-use breeding device for the Underlings, the mostly-humans, who tended their society's great machines and served as cannon fodder in wars. And as examples of what not to do in case of mating.
"She has been injected with an aphrodisiac; with any luck she'll be able to see straight enough to find my cock in time for the end of class." The class laughed politely at this old joke, knowing that the aphrodisiacs used on humans in order to breed them effectively with Citizens caused great disorientation to their subjects, which suited their masters just the same. The human waved and grinned weakly to the girls, who waved back with mock friendliness; she removed the hairband from her hair and the girls chorused in oohs and aahs as it tumbled down to her shoulders. Looked across her audience, and then to her mate, and grinned drunkenly.
"This'll do," she said. Jake grabbed her ass, drew her close, and lifted up her loincloth. He immediately penetrated her, and she responded by wrapping her legs around him and giving him the biggest, sloppiest kiss any of the girls had ever seen. They watched as her butt twitched furiously with Jake's every penetration, as her body ground into his, and as her body jerked suddenly backwards as ejaculation occurred.
Jake nodded to Cassandra, who nodded back, and then opened the Plexiglass door long enough to shove the human through. She was still dazed, and had not yet started to grow. She lay on the ground, prostate, her legs still spread, her cunt dripping, her breasts heaving. Cassandra stood over her and licked her lips. She squatted down over her, pussy-to-pussy, and grinned like a Cheshire Cat. The human convulsed. She reached her hands to the human's shoulders, grabbed on, and then began to make love furiously to her. She pounded her crotch onto hers and held her arms down as their lips hungrily found one another's. The human, consumed with the aphrodisiac's command to fornicate with all willing beings, tried hard not to notice her convulsions; she chirped and jerked backwards, but her crotch always rubbed up again. Cassandra somersaulted, holding onto the human, and held her pelvis at bay in order to watch her belly make its first noticeable progress, as it jerkily expanded to the size of a grapefruit. Cassandra delicately touched her expanding abdomen, cooed, and then pulled her close again, fucking with abandon. The pain of human expansion and the ecstasy of drug-crazed sex competed for space in the human's mind. Her belly now looked to hold a ten-pound baby, and when her face was not soul-kissing Cassandra she wore a grimace; occasionally a hand snuck down to touch her womb, but Cassandra always interrupted her from completing a stroked.
As the baby grew to thirteen pounds, Cassandra altered her position so that now her crotch was rubbing her belly and the human laid on the floor, held immobile. Cassandra moved her pussy further up, to the girl's face, unzipped her pants, and commanded her to eat. She did. Her tongue hunted zealously for new crevices in Cassandra as her belly grew and
grew; her legs flew about hopelessly as Cassandra commanded her to go deeper and deeper.
The human was covered in sweat. She sweat like a pig, from the combination of activity, the drug, and stress, and it poured off of her sides into pools. Her belly expanded still, glistening, the veins threading its surface, her belly-button turned inside-out. Her breasts, hidden behind the bikini, were revealed as Cassandra tore off her top. The milk spilled out on either side. Her crotch was obscured by her loincloth, but fluids poured out visibly, forming a stream. Her feet were now fast on the floor, heels down, her legs as far apart as
they could go. Cassandra leapt off of her and stood up to watch as her belly, now carrying thirty pounds of True Citizenry, grew even more. The human looked to her
desperately, her mouth crying for pussy. Cassandra nodded and approached the human from behind. Cassandra raised her into an L-position, straddled her from behind, her hands resting on the bottom of the inflating tummy.
"Feel that pussy on your back, dear?"
The human nodded weakly.
"It's wet. It's a happy pussy. Wouldn't you like a happy pussy?"
"It is...happy. It's really, really wet."
"Not wet enough, I'm afraid. If you want to do this again, you'll have to get
wetter."
"But I..."
"No buts. Unless those will make you wetter. I want to see you *real* wet, girl - I want to see you cum. Do whatever you can to make yourself get the big O."
"My hands can't reach my pussy."
"Here - let me help you." Cassandra wickedly pushed her forward, squeezing her belly tight. The child inside, now forty pounds, knocked loudly, protesting the
sudden squeeze. The human's legs spasmed uncontrollably, and she moaned. Danielle came over and squatted over the human; she lifted up her loincloth and began to play with her pussy.
"Okay, so now Danielle's going to help you. I'll bet you this - if she can make
you cum, then you'll be OK, right?"
The human squirmed, unwilling to acknowledge her plight, and a grin appeared on her face as Danielle dug in. The drug was cycling in and out of her brain now; she was rushing through lows of feeling a full-grown child grow explosive inside of her and the wonderment of total full-body arousal at all physical contact. Cassandra rubbed her hands firmly over the human, working her fingers in, as her crotch humped her back and she placed hickeys all along her neck.
Her belly now weighed fifty-five pounds, and she felt nothing but pleasure. Literally nothing. She was no longer even a slave; she was a machine designed to make love and burst with life. Hallucinations of motherhood from The Place of Used and Good Slaves worked into her mind as an orgasm crept all along her body, as her wet belly squirmed and fought and expanded and inflated. Once her belly clocked in at sixty pounds, it stopped growing with a jolt, and the human's eyes opened wide; she was soon to be done. She threw her head back, leapt from Cassandra and Danielle's hold with a momentary burst of superhuman strength, and stood, and then fell, so that she was squatting forwards with her hands on the ground. She stared forwards, mouth agape, pussy shivering, her pelvis thrusting forward and back at an amazing speed, and then it happened, her belly burst open and child landed with a thump on the ground. The nurse came in, took the child, and dragged the body from the room, the human's last words being, "it was so beautiful..."
"And now for one last trick," said Jake. "Graduation." The girls squealed as he stepped through the Plexiglass door and leapt upon Therese. He fucked her savagely, so savagely that she was knocked down on the ground upon impact, and her legs flailed about happily as he screwed the living hell out of her, only to leave her as suddenly as he had entered, and then to grab Cassandra.
Cass watched joyfully as Therese expanded, dancing a little dance where she stood up and squatted down with alarming grace, regularity, and speed. She felt Jake's piston force itself through her entire reproductive system. She looked over his shoulder at Therese, who was now too weak even to dance, her belly carrying low, her hands clinging to it and then working their way to her pussy as it tore through her leotard. She burst from her squat to a sitting position, letting her legs spread out to almost 180 degrees, camel-toes of an absurdly obvious nature protruding through her thin garment, and then her breasts expanded to stretch thin her outfit, and then a hand was seen to brush from inside her belly as she through her head back, stood up, and jumped onto a nearby pull-up bar. She lifted herself up, put her feet up against the wall, and then split open triumphantly, life spewing forth.
Jake was still pumping Cassandra when Therese popped. "You may be wondering why this is taking so long," he said unhurriedly between thrusts. "I like you, Cassandra. I like you alot. And that's why I just got you twice. It's an unusual sensation, I think you'll enjoy it."
Cassandra fell back onto the ground and felt her insides churn. She broke into a cold sweat as double vision set in. Jake winked and grabbed Margaret and began pounding away once more. Then a convulsion struck...
END OF PART ONE
