Growth at High School!

As her rather shivery hand set the now half empty beaker onto a desk, Miss Blake couldn’t help but raised her other hand to her breasts, scratching the mounds absentmindedly moving your own attention to her globes. At your utter shock, you could notice her nipples becoming stone hard through her shirt, right as she gasped. Then, in what seemed like a mere blink you were alarmed from your state of concern by a giggle ending in an elevated moan.
“It... worked...”, you heard the lustful voice of the woman right before you found yourself pushed up against the very same wall Miss Blake stumbled against moments prior, pinned down by nothing else but the body and assets of your teacher.
“M-Miss Blake...”, you begin but you are almost immediately silenced by her finger on your lips.
“Shh... don’t ruin the moment...”, the called person cooes in your ear just as you are finally able to glance into her eyes... Only to see them glowing in red, a strange, indescribable power gleaming in them. One without any sparks of benevolence, but so much libido. Then, you hear a creak soon followed by a second one, both accompanied by Miss Blake’s stirred moans. In the very same time, you sense the pressure against your chest becoming stronger, and gazing down, at your shock and amazement, you see her assets filling out her shirt, nipples hard as diamond expanding against your body.
“My young genius...”, she gasps with yet another giggle, one muted immediately by your own lips as she presses herself against you, kissing you long and feverishly. Without second thoughts, you find yourself controlled by the arousing effect her lust almost immediately had on you, and acting instinctively, you find yourself wrapping both arms around the woman. Your palms happen to fall right onto the tight jeans holding her perfectly curved rump, and without hesitation, you grope both of the spheres at once, nuzzling them teasingly just to rile her up even more. Your reckless action earns the awaited reward, as Miss Blake groans against your lips deepening the kiss and pushing you further up against the wall. There was no denial in her possessing a strength that no human had ever before. Then you sensed it. The pushing sensation against your palms, your fingers grabbing tighter into Miss Blake’s cheeks. Your teacher pulled back as she moaned, and you heard the pleasure, the thrill and bliss in her gasp. But that wasn’t all you heard. You could also take notes of further creaking and popping, and a glimpse along her wiggling body was all you had to do in order to recognise what happened to her. Rebecca Blake was growing! Her buttons ripped off of her shirt revealing her pair of now D cup mounds almost suffocating by the black bra that dared to persist their expansion. The very same shirt that slipped up along her waist, revealing a perfect belly button and a pale marked abs you couldn’t even guess that existed. A little down, her jeans were already unbuttoned by the pressure her enlarging spheres generated, the zipper down and close to rip off from her hips. The jeans began to creak open along her thighs as they were but helpless material against the ascending flesh. By the time you groped Miss Blake’s cheeks tighter and began to massage them, she was already above six feet by at least five inches, even though her usual heels were broken.

But the massage woke up the beautiful goddess you unconsciously created, Miss Blake’s eyes seizing you with thrill...