Ms. Jennings always seemed to be in a hurry. So often, in fact, that it gave her sort of an absent-minded appearance. But despite that, she was actually quite brilliant. It�s like she had all this knowledge and wisdom that she just couldn�t share with anybody due to her disorganization. And she was strict, too. If she told you she wanted something done, you did it. There weren�t any excuses otherwise. On the other hand, she was fair. She was always willing to offer some sort of work to be done as extra credit.

That�s what I liked about her, I think. Or rather, that�s why I �disliked her the least.� I didn�t really �like� any of my teachers. Actually, I didn�t like school in general. Well�not really� I mean, it�s not even that I didn�t like it; it�s just that it was so boring. Take this class for example. Health. Why do we need to study how or why the human body works? Who cares? Just knowing that it does work is just fine with me. It just wasn�t interesting enough for me to expend the effort of staying awake. And I especially couldn�t concentrate today, since that was the last class I had before Spring Break began�

�Ms. Amour, would you be willing to volunteer?�

�Huh? What?� What was she talking about?

�Daydreaming again, I suppose. The VCR doesn�t seem to be functioning properly. I asked if you would do the honors of demonstrating the content of the film to the class.�

Again, what was she talking about? Demonstrate? I didn�t even know what the movie was about! �I, uh� I don�t, uh��

�Ms. Amour, considering the fact that you fall asleep nearly every single day in my class, I think it�s safe for you to assume that your grades are suffering. I�m offering you a chance to regain some of your lost credit through some class participation. Agreed?�

Well, what could I say? �Um, all right�� I hoped she didn�t want me to do anything too embarrassing�

Ms. Jennings had me stand in front, facing the class; nineteen pairs of eyes stared back at me. I imagined that they were all just as anxious as I was to get out of there. �All right, class. We have our subject. Danielle Amour. Your family name is beautiful by the way. �Amour� is French for �love,� is it not?�

She could be kind of annoying sometimes. �Yes it is. May we get this over with?�

�Certainly,� she answered cheerfully, despite my obvious brazenness. �Class, we are first going to discuss� I believe I requested that you take notes.� The blank stares disappeared momentarily as each of my classmates searched through their bags for the necessary materials. �As I was saying, we will be learning about the development of the human body. I first would like to talk to you briefly about something every person goes through during adolescence: puberty.� Snickers filled the room. And it was obvious as to why. This was our senior year; most of us were either seventeen or eighteen years old (and a couple were nineteen, plus one unfortunate soul who was twenty). What was the point of teaching about puberty to a bunch of kids who had already lived through most of it?

Of course, this led to a more disheartening thought. Maybe what everybody was laughing at was�me. I was closing in on my eighteenth birthday, but just from my appearance, you�d never think that. After a brief growth spurt during the eighth grade, I had been stuck at a height of 4�10� ever since. Hips? None. Breasts? Barely. Hell, I only wore a bra for propriety�s sake. I had nice hair, though� Thick, luxuriant, golden-brown hair hung halfway down my back, curling slightly at the ends. But other than that, the only indication that I had even begun puberty was my first period. And that had long since passed.

So why was I up there? What could my body possibly �demonstrate� about puberty? �Now, since Danielle happens to be our subject, we�re going to focus on the female aspect of puberty.� Most of the girls rolled their eyes, while many of the guys leaned in closer. I felt a rush of heat flow through my body, causing me to sweat a little. Was it the excitement of having so many people look at my body? Or, for the same reason, was it nervousness? �The most obvious physical development of both males and females is an increase in height.� My t-shirt was becoming uncomfortable, and my jeans also. Even my shoes; they too felt odd. I pulled at my collar a little, figuring that I was just a little flushed. �It is not uncommon for a girl to grow about five or six inches in a single growth spurt.� I felt as if my clothes were actually becoming tighter for some reason. Looking at my arms, I was surprised to see that the cuffs of my t-shirt were actually slowly creeping up my biceps. �Generally, the arms and legs lengthen slightly, giving the person a more adult-looking appearance.� Looking farther down, I saw that my jeans were now up near my ankles. My clothes really were shrinking! But as my eyes fell back to the class, I became aware of another sensation; it was like the whole room was shifting around me, causing a slight disorientation. Wait� Were my clothes shrinking or was I�growing?!

Finally it stopped. Judging by how far above my ankles the cuffs of my jeans were and how much of my stomach was now showing, I guessed that I had grown about six inches. Naturally, I was shocked. Had I not been completely dumbfounded, I would have said something. So instead I looked to the class to see what they made of the situation, but� It was like nothing was wrong. No wide eyes or confused expressions; everyone was just looking down at their papers pretending to take notes.

I started to feel warm again when Ms. Jennings� voice returned from behind me. �Other than height, their hips also widen�� I could feel the skin of my ass stretching and the bones of my hips pushing apart. And my jeans were becoming tight around the waist. Instinctively my hands flew to my ass. I noticed that it wasn�t just my hips that were widening, but I was also filling out; my rear was becoming rounder, yet still retaining a certain amount of feminine firmness.

��and their breasts also enlarge.� Taking the cue, I looked down at my chest. Immediately I could see the two small lumps underneath my shirt become two larger lumps, and then more. The straps of my bra began to dig into my flesh, as my breasts pushed outwards, inch by inch. The warmth that was filling them was pleasurable in a way, and I think it was beginning to feel really good just to feel them growing. But the pain was getting to be unbearable, so I reached behind my back and fumbled with the hook of my bra. The relief I experienced was awesome, as I pulled it out from under my shirt.

On some level, I was disappointed that my breasts had stopped growing. But they were quite large now� From where they hung off my chest, two perfect spheres firmly jutted out a respectable five inches, and then flared out laterally, equal with the breadth of my chest. What are these, DD-cups?! I thought to myself. I almost couldn�t believe that this was really happening. In running my hands over them to confirm their reality, I found my nipples to be much more sensitive than they used to be. I imagined one of the guys in my class walking up to me and start fondling my enormous tits. It made me warm in the crotch just thinking about it� Wait! What was I thinking?! My thoughts had never wandered like that before! What was Ms. Jennings doing to me?!

�Are there any questions before we move on?�

It took me a moment before I could recompose my thoughts. �I have a question! How is this happening to me?!�

Ms. Jennings looked slightly annoyed. �Ms. Amour, I�d appreciate it if the questions were relevant to the subject matter of the demonstration.�

�What? But I��

�Moving on!� She rolled her eyes slightly as her head turned back to the class. �Many of you may be uncomfortable with what we�re going to discuss next, but it is required by the state as part of the curriculum. That is, part of my job requires me to teach you about sexual intercourse.� She proceeded to clear her desk of every single item that was on it. Was she serious?! And if so, was she nuts?! �Ms. Amour, if you would be so kind as to remove your clothing��

I shot her a look. �What?!�

She smiled, with a hint of irritation. �I requested that you undress.�

So I did what I was told. After taking my shoes and socks off, I eased my jeans over my hips, reveling in the fact that I actually had hips. Then I went to my shirt. I gasped when the fabric brushed over my nipples; they were much more sensitive than they used to be. Naturally, I was unsure about taking off my panties, so I looked to Ms. Jennings, who then nodded impatiently. Reluctantly, I slid them down to the floor, kicking them to the side. I now stood nude in front of the class, which was shockingly non-reactive. Still, I was embarrassed, despite the fact that nobody seemed to care what was going on. But it was also turning me on in a way. That is, a lot of people were staring at my naked body. And also, it was an attractive one; now sporting a perfect hourglass figure, I was beginning to feel much more confident with my appearance.

�Mr. Hendrickson, would you care to assist?�

�All right,� he said with a sigh. Barry Hendrickson � known for his ferocity and valor on the football field � began to straighten in his seat, waiting for instructions.

�Please, Mr. Hendrickson, would you be so kind as to stand next to Danielle here.� Standing next to him, I was able to make an estimate as to just how much I had grown. I knew from an article that had been in the sports section of our school paper that Barry stood 6�2� from the ground. And I was about eye-level with his upper chest. So, what did that make me�5�3�? 5�4�? �Would you please remove your clothing as well?� Ms. Jennings asked him. And he did so, showing as little eagerness as he did reluctance. Did he simply not care? I felt my state of arousal heighten as I looked at his body. Years of physical activity certainly did his body justice in the fitness department. It looked as if he could just�break me, for lack of a better word. Intimidating, definitely. But also exhilarating. My gaze fell lower, and there stood his member, out in the open with an apparent lack of modesty. It was entirely flaccid, so it was difficult for me to imagine exactly how big it would be if it was erect. �Now, class, observe. When the male becomes aroused, chemicals are secreted, signaling the penis to become engorged with blood, causing it to harden and lengthen.� As if on cue, Barry�s dick slowly began to rise, until it was eventually pointing nearly straight into the air. �When the female becomes aroused, she begins to secret vaginal juices, which lubricate the vagina, preparing the couple for intercourse.� I felt another flood of heat invade my nether-regions, and I was becoming increasingly moist. I wondered if that was due to whatever Ms. Jennings was doing to me, or if it was because I was still staring at Barry�s cock. Due to my complete lack of experience, it was difficult for me to judge, but considering the fact that I was almost a foot shorter than him, it still looked respectable enough. I�m guessing that it was maybe about seven inches � exceedingly large for my size.

�Danielle, could I have you lie on the desk so that the two of you can have intercourse properly?� She was actually serious! She actually wanted me to have sex in front of the entire class! What the fuck was going on?! Despite my severe disagreement to what was about to happen, I was feeling inexplicably horny. That, I think, is why I did as instructed and climbed onto the desk. �Barry, you may proceed.�

I closed my eyes as Barry began to climb on top of me. And as my anticipation got the better of me, my breathing became heavy and uncontrollable, causing soft moans to emanate from my lips. He obviously wasn�t interested in foreplay, so it was left up to me to provide any stimulation to my breasts. I felt Barry�s cock slide into my slit, and my body was flooded with sensations that it had never before experienced. I groaned loudly as his meat filled me completely, and through the intense pleasure, I was only dimly aware of the brief pain as he pushed through my hymen. He continued to thrust in and out of me, as I continued to caress and knead my own tits. My noises became noisier as I approached my very first real orgasm (masturbation didn�t count). Finally, as I was teetering on the edge of cumming, I felt Barry�s dick stiffen, and he grinded into me with all his might, sending me over the edge. I gripped the sides of the desk as it washed over me, and his hot seed spurted deep within me.

�Class, that is what we call the �Missionary Position�, generally used when the male is the dominant, or �aggressive�, partner. Oh, uh, Barry, you may be seated.�

Barry looked around confusedly for a moment. �Should I�?� He pointed to his rumpled pile of clothes.

�Yes, please,� Ms. Jennings responded exasperatedly. �Where was I�? Oh, yes. Next we will be viewing a session in which the female is the dominant partner. You don�t mind, do you Danielle?�

�Oh, uh�� I had just lost my virginity to the school�s star football player in front of the entire class. Needless to say my confidence was boosted. On top of that, I was still unnaturally horny. Maybe I was becoming an exhibitionist. After all, I was standing in front of the class completely nude, without a hint of embarrassment. On top of that, I was still unnaturally horny. �Not at all.� Or maybe I was just out of my mind.

�I would like someone to volunteer,� Ms. Jennings said, barely waiting for my answer. �Anyone?�

I looked around the room. Amazingly enough, absolutely everyone wore an expression of utter boredom, as if this had been an average, everyday Health class. �Nobody wants me to have sex with me?!� Whoah!! I was totally shocked that I had just blurted that out! But more importantly, I was shocked that nobody wanted to have sex with me!

�Ms. Amour, please do not interrupt.� Interrupt what? �William, perhaps you�d care to volunteer.�

�Not really.�

�Please. I insist.�

William stood slowly from his chair, and towered over the class. At 6�5�, he was one of the tallest, if not the tallest, boy in school. And he was skinny, but that was probably an illusion due to his height. William wasn�t all that popular. Actually, he was quite low on the social ladder. He was really smart, so people generally took him for a nerd/geek/loser, or whatever other cliché you�d prefer. But I personally felt that was all bullshit. Geeks only exist because the people who call them that are idiots who feel they need to better themselves. William was simply quiet and�well, I don�t want to say �shy�� He just wasn�t into the whole �I-need-a-million-friends-to-feel-important� thing. Hell, I was that way too! Of course�I had, or use to have, a slight physical disadvantage that didn�t help much�

Eventually William stood between me and the desk, looming about a foot above me. �You want me to�?� He ushered to his clothes.

�Yes, please.� She was beginning to sound impatient. As William proceeded to undress, Ms. Jennings continued speaking. �Now, watch as the female�s hormones take precedence over her actions.�

But I was too distracted to hear what she had said. My gaze was fixed on William�s nether regions. �Holy shit�� I mumbled inaudibly. From William�s crotch stood a perfectly erect, foot-long stick of meat. I never imagined that it was possible for a guy to get that large. I began to imagine what it would be like to have it inside of me. If it would fit, even!

I shoved William onto the desk so hard, I was almost afraid that I had hurt him! Briskly I climbed on top of him, and grabbed his dick with both my hands, which weren�t enough to hold it. Then slowly, so that I didn�t hurt myself, I pushed it into my pussy. There were still a few inches left by the time I couldn�t go any further. So I had to ease it in with more force. Finally, much to my extremely delighted surprise, I got it in all the way. It hurt like hell, but the pleasure was too overwhelming for me to care.

It took a lot of effort before I was able to cum. William didn�t help at all; at times I even imagined that I was fucking a corpse. But it didn�t matter. Even after I came, he still wasn�t done. So I kept going. I had five intense orgasms (and a few smaller ones) before I finally felt his volcano of jism. He filled me up with such quantity and force, that I literally screamed in ecstasy.

�Thank you, William. You may get dressed and be seated,� Ms. Jennings said, after we had composed ourselves. �Okay class, moving on.� Suddenly I felt sick. Not physically sick, but mentally. I had just had sex twice in front of the entire class, and that realization was just hitting me. What came over me? Why was I agreeing to do this? Why was I so horny before? I mean, I wasn�t horny anymore! Ms. Jennings was doing something to me. It had to be her. I wouldn�t do this by my own will! Would I? I felt embarrassed. I wanted to get dressed, but Ms. Jennings had kicked my clothes away.

�Next we will be discussing the development of the fetus in the uterus.�

�WHAT?!�

Several shocked expressions and noises came from the around the room, including Ms. Jennings. �Ms. Amour! If you please!� Following that, I heard people say things about me under their breaths. �What�s her problem?� one person said. �What�s up with her?� another asked. �What a freak,� came another voice. Yet nothing regarding the unusual �lesson� that was being taught came into discussion.

�Ms. Jennings! Why are you doing this to me?! How are you doing this to me?!�

�That�s enough. One more outburst from you, young lady, and I will personally make sure that you fail this course and be made to repeat your senior year to make it up.�

Angry, and frustrated, I slumped onto the desktop. There was no way of getting out of this. The only thing I could do was wait for the inevitable to happen. I looked down at my flat belly. My heart was beating faster now from the anxiety. �During the first trimester, very little growth is actually visible from our point of view.� I felt a fluttering in my stomach, and some pressure, like I had a weird case of gas or something. I even felt a little bloated around the abdomen. I looked down to see that my gut was becoming more pronounced. �It�s during the second trimester when a woman�s pregnancy starts to become more apparent. It�s during this time that the fetus approaches the state of being fully developed. That is, the organs, the limbs� They appear to be fully formed.� My stomach continued to push outwards, and I could almost see it past my breasts. It was becoming heavier too. I could start to feel the weight pushing down, as the underside of my belly began to push into my lap. �A significant portion of the fetal growth occurs during the third trimester.� My hands, which had been planted firmly on my midsection (I guess in a vain attempt to halt the girth) continued to be forced farther apart. My gut now stuck out much farther than my breasts, and it was starting to push my legs apart at almost a ninety-degree angle.

�Oh, my God�� I muttered under my breath when the growth finally stopped. I looked like I was nine months pregnant. No, actually I looked bigger! It so humiliating� I thought I was going to be sick.

Ms. Jennings continued her lesson. �Now, when the fetus is� Oh, I�m sorry Danielle. When the fetuses are fully developed�� WHAT?! ��the mother is ready to give birth.�

�WHAT?!� There was no way in hell I was giving birth!

�Ms. Amour! I�� Her voice was cut off by the sound of the bell. Sweet, sweet heaven to my ears! �Oh, no!� A look of disappointment adorned her face. �Oh, well. I guess we�ll just have to cut this lecture short.�

I watched with uncertainty as my classmates got their things together and evacuated the room. I was naked, obscenely pregnant, stunningly beautiful otherwise, and I had had sex with two guys (which I was now greatly embarrassed about). And not one person made any hint of acknowledgement that those things had happened!

Ms. Jennings, without saying a word, quickly proceeded to collect her things. �Gonna be late�� she muttered under her breath.

�Uh, Ms. Jennings?�

Her face flew up like she didn�t even know I was still there. �Oh! Danielle! I�m sorry; I didn�t realize you were still here.�

Was she insane? �But��

�Was there something you needed?�

�Well, yeah!� I yelled in frustration, gesturing to my disfigurement.

She simply looked me up and down, and furrowed her eyebrows before responding. �I�m sorry�I don�t, uh��

Now I was angry. �You don�t what?! Change me back!�

She wore a genuine look of confusion this time. �I�m sorry�I�m not sure what you�re referring to� Look, I have an important staff meeting to attend, so if you don�t mind, we�ll discuss this after Spring Break.� She started walking to the door.