“Ugh, all these classes are so boring! I can’t wait for home economics, there’s a good class.” A boy with soft orange hair and a fiery voice to match chuckled to his friends. They were just leaving their math class, something that had left them all burned out.

“I didn’t take you for a cook, Kori, you’re such a fireball I’d think you burn everything you touch.” A girl, three years younger, yet in the same grade because of her intelligence, giggled at the idea of her friend cooking. He was massive, his tanned nutmeg skin riddled with scars and filled to the brim with muscles. Standing at a scary six and a half feet tall, his friend dwarfed from her puny four foot size, the smooth skin clear of imperfections, hair falling over her shoulders and brushing against the ground. The two made an odd pair, yet were thankfully not alone, their three other friends following close behind.

One such friend, another girl who was in the correct grade for her age, and stood and a sightly five foot nine inches, though was still going through the depressing stage of puberty. “Oh no, he’s a master chef unlike my brother. All that time in the mountains fighting bears, he had to make his own food, not a wonder it’s good.” She chuckled, her blonde hair falling over her left eye while she elbowed her brother.

“That’s rig- Hey! I didn’t fight bears, damnit!”

The brother to the sister, a squat five feet tall, more reserved than his sister and far more girly than her. Spending his life getting picked on by three older siblings will do strange things, and for the most part he was just a step from wearing dresses and skirts. “I’m not that bad…” He whined, his hair bobbed lightly, stuck in a ponytail in a very womanly fashion. Despite being such an excellent girl, he had no sense when it came to cooking, most of his creations bubbling like they could come alive at any moment.

“I’m only teasing, but with how you are you better learn to cook. The only woman who’ll want you will be the working type!” His sister laughed, smacking his back rather roughly. Despite both being popular in the female community, his sister was slightly jealous of his natural ability to get along with the opposite sex, unlike her.

“I just want to go home, I hate all of this stupid shit we have to do.” Their final member, a dashing young man who found work to be the most despicable exercise known to man. Despite being the heir to the family fortune of the Jamison family name, he wanted to know what attending a public school would be like, and came here. Despite his more snooty nature, he is a good friend, and a valuable one when roaming the town. Money is nice.

“Relax, one of the reasons I want to go to home EC so much, is that Teacher. Her name is Ms. Luxuria, and you have not seen anyone finer in your life! Except my master, of course.” Kori grinned, rubbing his hands together.

“Kelly, what’s he talking about?” Their young and innocent friend asked.

She was met with Kelly facepalming. Her brother simply sighed, and Young Master Jamison was fixing his hair.

“Don’t worry about him, Mary, just ignore everything that comes out of his stupid, perverted mouth.” She said, taking the little girl under her arm and covering her ears. Mary stumbled around, her gait not matching the much taller girl, causing her to fall forward. She was only just caught by Kori, who lifted her up to his shoulders with ease.

“Don’t worry, Mary, you’re still my number one girl.” He grinned. Although he was unable to see, Mary was blushing, her far more innocent mind taking his face value compliment to heart.

“Thanks so much, I guess.” She mumbled, covering her face in embarrassment.

Kori walked into the classroom, ducking under so his mumbling passenger didn’t hit her head, and lead his group to the front table, a round desk with five seats, perfect. As they each sat down, and others poured in from the halls, there was a general question that filled all their minds.

“Where’s the teacher?” Kelly’s brother asked, looking around. It was true, the teacher was nowhere to be found, even after five minutes of class time had gone by.

“It’s the first day of the semester, where could she be?” Mary asked, her little face barely visible over the table. It was adorable, she had to lift her arms over her head to reach the table.

“Very funny, giving the shortest person the shortest chair.” Kelly chuckled, eyeing Kori, who had his knees jammed up on the bottom of the round desk, lifting it into the air. They exchanged glances, then to Mary, who was struggling to read her book resting on the table.

“Oh. Good idea.” Kori said, getting out of his chair and lifting Mary out of hers. Instead of doing the sensible thing and placing her on his chair, he placed the girl in his lap, where she sat at just the right height. Kelly was outraged, standing in her seat to begin yelling at the buffoon, but Mary had no quarrel.

“That’s so smart, thanks Kori!” She said happily, turning back to her book.

Kori simply chuckled, rubbing his head, “no problem, Mary.”

“You’re a sick pervert, you know that?” She glared, slowly taking her seat. Just as she did, a strange green flash lit up the cracks of the closet door. They looked on in wonder and anticipation, wondering what it could have been.

Then, their teacher walked in naked.

She was hot. Real hot. Like, 30’s pornstar hot, celebrity hot. Her breasts were enormous, they didn’t sag one bit either, as if she had on an invisible bra. Her skinny waist was way out of proportion for her hips, expanding outward to a size that was comparable to a beach ball. For both cheeks. Her face was the most beautiful thing any of them had ever seen, her puffy lips kissing the air, her eyes blinking in a sultry manner, without a single thing wrong with any piece of her delicious skin. It had a strange tone that seemed magical, no matter what preference you had it was that skin color, but it never actually changed color. Her hair flew behind her as she blew a hand through it, shimmering all the colors of the hair spectrum bundled into one glorious head of hair. She was magical.

As they would soon figure out, literally.

“Alright kids, my name is Ms. Luxuria, a native woman of the wonderful land of Brazil, and a firm believer in the art of teaching. Any questions?” Her smile had a way of shutting up the most talkative person. Strangely, it had no effect on Mary, who despite wearing a tomato red blush and had turned her head, raised her hand. “Yes?”

“Ms. Luxuria, why are you naked?” She asked, her sweet voice causing their teacher to laugh.

“Do not be embarrassed, young girl, I want you to look at me. I want all of you to look at me, give me your full, undivided attention.” Her breasts bounced as she did, jiggling while she placed her hands on her hips. Kori and the other boys found themselves staring in a trance, their mouth agape as they lost the ability to properly think about what was happening. Even Kelly’s brother was glued, but his fascination was more about envy than lust. Despite him not being open about his wish to swap gender, he sure as hell actually wanted to. As much as people think about how ‘you just have to come out and say it, everyone will support you,’ it’s hard to talk about.

So when he got an envy boner in his pants, he went to the trouble of trying to hide it.

“I am naked, “Ms. Luxuria started, “because I want all of you to get very comfortable with the female body. Some of you will become far more acquainted with it than even this, so soak it all in until you feel comfortable. Do we need to practice saying ‘penis’ and ‘vagina’?” She mocked, making some of the boys angry. The girls, however, rolled their eyes and spoke with each other.

The one person who really heard what Ms. Luxuria said, was the one in the middle, Kelly’s brother. “Ms. Luxeria, what do you mean by ‘even more acquainted than this’?” He asked, hand raised. The teacher stopped her chuckling, and gave him a sultry smile. He didn’t really understand what was happening, she didn’t say anything, she just kept looking at him. “Miss?”

“I want everyone to take of your clothes. Right now.”

This caused a panic, “what? No way, you can’t make us do that!” Was the first of many complaints. Students stood and shouted, one kid attempting to leave in fury. He was stopped and thrown to the ground by the teacher, a hungry look in her eye as she licked her lips. Before moving on, however, she stopped to lock the door, then did something not one person in the room expected to happen.

She ate. The. Keys.

The rough bulge traveled down her throat as she gulped them down, the last bit of the lanyard going down her throat like noodles. Now the class was trapped in the room until those keys came out, or someone came to help. Ms. Luxuria sighed contently as the lanyard finally landed in her stomach. As if to tease them, she shook her waist around, a soft jingle of keys finding their way into the still air.

“Take off your clothes.” She repeated. This time, kids started following her instructions, several children frightened into following orders. The only ones who didn’t, was the boy who was knocked down by Lust, who was actually being stripped by her, and Jamison, who smugly leaned back in his chair and let out a small noise.

“Tsk.”

For some reason, this made Ms. Luxuria very angry, causing her to drop the boy she was stripping, leaving him crumpled and half naked on the floor while she stormed over to Jamison. He fell back in his chair, frightened from her getting up in his face. “What was that for!?” He shouted.

“Looks like we have a volunteer. What’s your name?” She asked. There were a few awkward glances shot her way, how could she not know a Jamison?

“I’m a Jamison! Oldest son, heir to the throne, and I will not be forced to expose myself.” He protested, though they began to have little meaning; Ms. Luxuria stripping him of his clothes in an instant. She knelt him on the ground, like he was about to be executed, then did something even more ridiculous than eating keys. She ate him! With her vagina no less! Kori and the gang watched in awe and horror as her legs spread apart, and her pussy slowly lowered onto his dazed head. It stretched like some sort of latex sheet, her legs pretty much detaching as her pelvis couldn’t take the strain. It only got worse from there, however, as she got over his head and to his shoulders. At that point, she had to stop, it was impossible for her to even get his head but his shoul- nope, up they went. Her pelvis suction device, no matter how hard he tried to escape or how impossible the fit, he went in. Kori wondered if he should try to stop what was happening, given it was his friend going inside the snake pussy of some hot ass teacher, but if she could do this, what was the point? It was obvious she wanted something to happen between the students and their vaginas, but there was no way anything like this could happen, right?

“Now, after the shoulders it gets easy, just a quick slurp.” Ms. Luxuria said, now very clear that she expected the girls of the class to… what would it be called, even? The opposite of birth? Unbirth? Like some unholy satanic ritual. I really sexy one.

True to her word, however, he was quickly pulled into her womb after that little hiccup with the shoulders. Jamison disappeared except for a bulge that looked surprisingly small for having an entire being inside her. She looked normally pregnant, but the screaming and complaining from her child made it clear that this was no normal pregnancy. Ms. Luxuria stood on her feet, almost slipping on her own fem juices, and smiled at the class. Her belly bulged out sporadically at times, clear images of Jameson's face and arms as he struggled inside. This caused lewd faces to form on their teacher, clearly the feeling was heavenly.

“Well class, now that you’ve seen me do it, I’d like you all to choose a partner and a child.” Ms. Luxuria explained.

“Flour baby.” Kelly’s brother said randomly.

“Why are you talking about flowers, Zahara?” His sister asked, using his full name. He had a slight complex, the name sounding very girly, but their parents insisted on it. Apparently the person they got the name from was the mother of a famous movie star, though they never explained further than that.

“No! Not flowers, flour, like baking. It’s a popular teaching exercise, the students get a bag of flour that is their baby.” He explained, many others also having heard of it. Ms. Luxuria simply nodded, complimenting him on his realization. “But this time, we will have real babies. Babies who had real lives.” He concluded, sending a dark aura to consume the room in dread.

“Pick a partner.” Her face came off as a glowering scowl, clearly getting impatient. So, kids began choosing partners, grabbing whoever they could get so they didn’t have to be kids. A big problem? There were more boys than girls. “Only a boy with a girl, that’s how the game is played. And no incest.” She eyed the siblings, who had tried to stay with each other. As they looked for partners, they soon found that there wasn’t both a boy and a girl, either Kelly became a parent, and left her brother behind, or became a kid with him. All over again.

“Zee, Kelly, I can be your mother.” Mary said, her composure set solid, yet clear breaks were seen. Her face was red as a tomato again, and her hands, now balled into fists, wouldn’t stop shaking.

“Mary, you’ll be ripped apart!”

“Not a problem.” Ms. Luxuria interrupted, “any parent can fit any child, even multiple. She could fit her big husband over here if she wanted to. But, I have a feeling you two will want to stay sisters.” It was clear she said sister on purpose, and although Kelly assumed she was teasing, Zee knew that she was being sincere. He would get to be a girl.

“Well!? Get going!” She shouted, sending her class into a flurry. They all began trying to copy what Lust did, some girls just going right for it, and others having to take it slow. No matter what they did, clearly it felt absolutely erotic. Screams and moans could probably be heard from the halls, all of the new mothers unable to hold back their pleasure.

Mary caught herself on a thorn, however, as she was too short. “Here, let me help.” Kori said, lifting her into the air. He slowly lowered her down, lining up her pussy with Kelly’s head. Even as they just started, Mary began letting out shrill moans, her little voice echoing around the room. It was much louder than the other girls, even distracting some of the mothers as they unbirthed their children.

“Kori! Kori! Kori!” She moaned, repeating her little mantra over and over.

“What is it? Am I going to fast?” He asked, preparing to slow down. Instead, Mary looked at him with the same hungry eyes as Ms. Luxuria, a fiery, passionate lust behind them.

“Faster! Go faster, Kori! It feels so good!” The little girl cried out, Rocking her hips back and forth in an effort to increase the speed. Kori wasn’t sure about it, but he had no reason not to believe her. He increased the pace a which she was lowered down, her stomach expanding at an inhuman pace, and becoming larger than thought possible. As Kelly slowly disappeared, her toes, wriggled uncomfortably on the floor, apparently her new home wasn’t the best place to be. Inside, it was like a hot box, one of the terrible torture devices of early america. She couldn’t breathe, the air too think, not to mention the mass of liquids being poured down around her.

Although, the problem didn’t last too long, as her head was soon shoved through a tight passageway, and into the womb of her new mother. It was rather spacious, actually, not enough to stand up, but bigger than she expected. She used her new space to help Mary, pulling her legs up from the inside, until she was fully trapped inside, her toes sucked up through the tiny, cute labia. In another thirty seconds, she was curled up in the small room, and Mary’s tummy had shrunken down considerably. It was as if she had some sort of distortional magic, her cervix a door to a larger room.

It didn’t make it feel any less amazing, however, as Mary moaned loudly, rubbing her very pregnant belly. Despite Kelly having magically shrunken down, her skin was still stretched out as if she was already nine months pregnant. That was only one of her two children, however, and Zee was not happy with the sight of his sister crushed into such a small space. He put his ear against the large belly of Mary, ignoring the lustful giggles of her friend, and focusing on the light breathing and moving of his sister.

“Are you alright in there, Kelly?” He asked, tapping on the tight skin.

“Yeah, I’m just fine. It actually is bigger on the inside, I have enough room to move comfortably. I’m waiting to see what it’ll be like with you, however.” His sister said, rubbing her hand against the wall where she felt her brother do the same.

“Get in me… I want him inside me already, Kori!” Mary whined like a child, flopping her feet in anticipation. Kori lifted her up, scared, yet insanely turned on by her new aggressive side. He held her over Zee, Spreading her legs as far as he could, then practically dropped her on him. He went much faster than his sibling. After warming up, Mary was able to suck him in without resistance, going down to his hips in only a few seconds. Kori had him stand up, letting Mary balance on top of him by herself as she held her giant gut. Her face was a mess, unable to close her mouth as her tongue lolled around, her eyes following suit.

Once Zee stood up, he disappeared, his legs flown up into Mary faster than he could even fully get up. Sliding up into her womb, he met his sister very abruptly, getting thrown into her arms. Without the room to get out of the position, Zee was stuck above his sister, his dick shoved inside her vagina, as he moved in and out trying to move into a different position. This just caused them to have awkward sex, where they both apologized, trying to move out of each other's way, but slowly devolved into moans and loving noises. A sharp pain stuck into their bellies, something they ignored almost entirely, and in fact it was the umbilical cord connecting their nutritional needs to Mary.

Next, the small room was slowly filled with a salty fluid, the juice of life, amniotic fluid. They ignored that too, both of them reaching orgasm as they moved harder and faster. Finally, as the fluid moved up to their necks, they screamed in lust before it overcame them, both unable to hold their breaths and sucked in. The oxygen rich fluid moved into their lungs, causing a feeling of drowning filling their brains before it realized they were fine. Now trapped inside their new Mom for the rest of their lives, the two siblings hugged each other tight, still connected by the pelvis, and went into a deep slumber.

Mary was having similar thoughts, her mind only thinking of the massive amount of sleep it needed after such an ordeal. Her head rolled to the side, Kori holding her against his shoulder and sitting down. Her stomach had gained another layer of size, almost a fourth bigger. If she tried, which in the future, she would, she couldn’t even reach her belly button with her tiny arms.

“Alright, it looks like you are all done unbirthing your friends. You will have these children for the rest of your school years, and most of you being freshman, you can all have fun with that. It is impossible to make them come out by force, and if you have a c-section, both you and your new child will die in agony. Your grade will come in five years from now, when you and your partner are living with your child after it’s been born. I will grade you on the love and care you give each other, and your new kids, and if you leave your partner, you fail. The one left will recieve an easier grade, having to work on the project alone.” Ms. Luxuria explained, many of the students being very angry with such rules. Kori didn’t mind, however, he would be fine with Mary, happy even.

“Also, I’m not really a teacher, your real health teacher is locked in the closet. Ta-ta for now, and remember what I said!” The fake teacher cackled maniacally, and ran out of the room, those who went to chase her simply saw a flash of green light and she as gone. Sure enough, as she said, their real health teacher was trapped in the closet, his mouth duct taped and his arms bound in rope. Kori pulled off his mouth covering, and he blubbered out apology after apology.

“It’s not your fault. Don’t worry, just let me cut you free, and you’ll help us, right?” The large student asked solemnly, flipping his knife out and cutting through the ropes.

“Of course, I want nothing more than to get you all through this ordeal. An Email will be sent home, we will do everything we can to make this as easy on all of you as possible.” The teacher kept spouting out stupid, dumb things that Kori didn’t care about. He wondered how he and Mary would look in the future, how they would end up living together because of this. He didn’t actually have parents, any guardian at home, he lived by himself. Would she come live with him? Would he live at her house? He didn’t feel right leaving her, he wanted to be by her side at all times. It was that exact moment that what happened really hit and sunk in.

He was a parent to his two best friends.

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(Five Years Later)

“Kori, dear, I need the baby food! Little Kelly doesn’t want to drink my milk!” Mary, now eighteen years old, shouted to the livingroom of Kori’s small apartment. They both moved there a few weeks after she became pregnant with her dear friends, and have been living together ever since. She had developed herself quite well, the forced pregnancy causing her breasts and hips to become much bigger much faster. She was still an adorable five foot two, but definitely already look like a MILF.

“No problem dear, just as long as my big girl, Zeeky is drinking from her mamma!” Kori, twenty one and reaching a scary seven and a half feet tall, crouched through the doorway. He had a giant mustache and beard, his brown hair melding together to make him look like, as his two daughters called him, Papa Bear.

“Please use her new name, you’ll get Jenny confused.” Mary scoffed, grabbing the bottle of mashed up carrot baby food from her husband, who was taking a spoonful of it and eating it. He handed her the spoon as he tasted it, grinning from under his beard.

“Tastes good! No wonder she wants it!” He laughed his big, heart laugh. His voice had become deep and bass, and his love of overalls, flannel shirts, or no shirt at all, made people relate him to a lumberjack far too often.

“I’m surprised you got any of that in your mouth at all.” She teased, waving him down. He bent over, giving his wife a kiss while she licked all the baby food from his facial hair. Living in a house with him for five years had made her sense of right and wrong askew until it just fell off, where she picked it up and yelled “FIVE SECOND RULE!’

“Alright, hand me Kelly, I’ll feed her. Come to Papa Bear!” He chuckled, bringing her into his massive, muscled arms. She was practically lost in his giant beard, the damn thing going down to his huge barrel chest. After finding her, and resting her on top of his scraggly, yet surprisingly soft beard, where she nestled in. He gave her a soft, fragile look, his small beady eyes solemnly staring at her tiny, happy face. She looked so much like Kelly, mostly because she was Kelly, but that didn’t make him any less sad about losing his good friend. Zahara had been lucky in this, in a way, because he had always been a little girly, but Kelly was stuck as a tomboy. Even now she was a trouble maker, liking to tug on Kori’s beard with her fat little hands.

“Honey? Are you alright?” Mary asked, holding Jenny up as she sucked on his wife’s breast, sucking out milk.

“Y-yeah. Just thinking. Here you go, little squirt, Papa’s got some delicious carrot schlop for his little piggy!” He chuckled, watching as his daughter giggled, grabbing his hand and pushing it into her own mouth. “Looks like my little girls already growing up! Look, she can feed herself already!” He laughed, watching as she took the spoon in her hand, and attempted to feed herself. It ended in failure, her thick little fingers unable to hold the small spoon, but her attempt was clearly noted.

“Such a courageous young woman. It’s alright, though, Jenny, I’ll always love my little girls. If you want to stay with me forever, I’ll be happy.” She grinned, her lovely daughter giggling happily as she gabbed her mammas pinkie.

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(Six Years Later)

“First day of First Grade, who’s excited!?” Kori asked his two daughters, both of them standing on their own in their unique styles. They had let them dress themselves that morning, a sign of growing up, and while Jenny wore a cute white skirt with a matching blouse, Kelly had on a pink skirt and a turquoise shirt. Both her socks were different, and she attempted to do her long hair in a bun, but had to get help from her mother.

“Yeah!” The strangely dressed young girl shouted, raising her hand and giving her father a high five.

His other daughter, however, was much more shy. She shifted her arms, looking away. This time, her mother came in and saved the day. “Alright, Jenny, it’s fine to be scared. Remember, you have to know how to use that! Make sure you speak softly, yet loud enough that everyone can hear you, get them on the edge of their seats.” Mary was much more interested in empowering her daughter with feminine whiles, teaching her how to charm people. It made Jenny confident, and she nodded sternly.

“Alright, let’s go. The parents are going to be in the back of the room, and if you get scared, I’m going to be right there, and Mom will be on my shoulders.” Kori said, pushing open the door to the classroom. Inside, their teacher waited, a woman who looked absolutely gorgeous, her hair put up in a bun, a tight little face that had ‘loving’ written all over it. Her body was made perfectly, and it was a body that Kori and Mary would never forget. They stood, frozen, staring at the teacher who looked just as shocked to see them. It was as if time had stood to a standstill, the teachers face going from a soft, greeting, to a surprised and shocked bananza. Her eyes opened wide, her mouth even wider, and the only way Kori could reply was by furrowing his brow and pursing his lips. Mary glared, her demeanor giving off the impression that she was about to get in a fight with this grade school teacher. Then, just as slowly as the door opened, it was closed, Kori letting it slide on it’s small hinge until it squeaked to a stop.

“Come on, let’s go get pizza.” He said, pulling his daughters from the door.