More Growth Fantasies

Was I to be blamed for almost worshipping the sight in front of me as we walked through the corridor towards our destination? I could hardly accuse myself with all honesty, and I had plenty of justification to do so. The first of these, perhaps the most significant one as well, consisted in the crowd. You see, I would be lying if I said that we went through empty hallways before reaching the classroom. I would be a liar even more if I didn’t mention how each and every gaze turned to us, especially towards Miss Wilkins as we walked by. On both my left and right, I saw people, boys and lasses alike, raising their gaze at my teacher’s approaching footsteps. I witnessed as a few of them rubbed their eyes with a sense of disbelief, I noticed others poking their companion’s side at her closeness, obviously to raise even more attention to the passing apparition my prof was. I heard whispers and gossips from both lads and gals, a few of them maybe also heard by Miss Wilkins herself:
‘Did you see her rack? It was so massive almost popping off her buttons…’
‘Man, I would pay anything to grab that ample ass!’
‘Is she taller than usual? She seemed so… buffed…’
‘How is it allowed to a teacher to dress like a slut?’
‘Wow, even her panties are visible! Pink and stretching, like her shirt…’
‘Does she also seem different to you to how she looked during class? She feels…taller?’
And so on… whispers ringing in my ears, whispers causing my lips to form a sheepish smile. This was my work. I gave this school a supermodel to lust for, and soon, they’ll be given more! Here, we can mention the second reason that justified my innocence, namely Miss Wilkins. Just like everybody else, I just couldn’t get enough of her sight! Her back shown to me the whole time, I could admire her derrière and thighs alike, enjoying the sight of the fit, athletic flesh filling out more of her jeans, slowly turning from a pair of sexy, muscular legs into the firmest and most shapely bubble butt I had the chance to watch in person. The way Miss Wilkins’ shirt was around an inch above her rear, revealing the flawless ebony skin along with a thin pink line barely visible, her thong’s upper part. With all this at display, it suddenly became understandable that I was so lost in the sight, that I even failed to register that we arrived to the room. Fortunately though, Miss Wilkins’ words rang a bell of alert in my mind.
“So, did you happen to progress with your project during summer, Amanda? At your last email, you mentioned a few difficulties when handling rough terrain, did you happen to find a solution?”, she asked straight away, though her question and tone were way more intrigue filled and assistive than demanding. My teacher had a heart of gold when it came to patience towards her students, for what she was appreciated even more than her curves already made her.
“Yes, madam. I mean, I found a potential solution that I tried out and it worked in a few instances while failing a few others. I couldn’t really figure out a tendency… Could you perhaps take a look at my notes?”, I asked gaze risen to her expression, causing me to unintentionally notice how confused flustered she seemed to be, her cheeks still rosey to some extents. ‘She must have heard some of the students…’, I figured out based on her bashfulness, and the way she ever so slightly glanced down at herself. The bottle was in her hand, and she soon began to fiddle with the cap while nodding to my request.
“Of course, I can take a look at them now, and give you some explanation hopefully in two hours if you’ll be still in the school. Please, forgive me, I just feel like hallucinating and dizzy for some reason. Perhaps some water could help, if you excuse…”, and she rose the bottle all the way up to her mouth.
“Of course!”, I immediately said to the first part of her words, beginning to fumble in my bag for my notes. Then I heard the second part, and my whole body reacted with a shiver at the gulping noise, causing me to knock out a phial from the bag. I was frozen in place as the little bottle rolled all the way up to Miss Wilkins’ shoes making her gaze down with a frown.
“Here are the notes madam, but I’m afraid I have to go immediately. We’ll talk in two hours…”, I quickly snatched on a shaky voice and pale lips quickly handling the notes to my teacher who set the bottle down a moment prior. Whether it was her embarrassment or her insecurity that made her do it remained unknown to me, but Miss Wilkins drank a lot more this time, leaving almost nothing left of her water, and I knew what was to happen…
“Amanda…”, she began but I gave her no time to continue as I quit grabbed the phial as soon as I sensed her rack beginning to grow heftier, running out from the room without even turning back.
“Amanda!”, Miss Wilkins shouted after me, starting towards the door with worry and disbelief or rather confusion in her eyes, but she didn’t have the chance to take more than two steps before she was struck by an overwhelming heat in all her body.
“What the…?!”, and her words died in an aroused moan, her eyes growing wide open as the top button of her shirt popped off, revealing a cleavage impossibly large to be hers. Then, her shock only rose higher as her jeans burst open at her crotch not even a second later.
“H-How?”, she asked her gaze falling at the bottle behind on the desk. Without further hesitation, she quickly snatched it drinking even the last drops of water feverishly, before she moaned again and the flagon fell from her hand…