Chapter 2

You could have heard a pin drop in Mrs. Walsh's English class when she stripped down to her bra and panties and stood there striking poses in front of the class.

"What do you think, Markie?" she said, bending over in front of Mark Glass, who sat in the front row. "Does my butt look too big in these panties?" She looked like a stripper touching her toes, and Mark could only stare in wonder at the basketball-sized cheeks just inches from his face.

"Ah, no Mrs. Walsh," he said. "I would say your butt looks great in them. I mean, well, I guess that's sexist, but I, ah, well ... that's an amazing butt you have there!"

"Thank you, sweetie," Mrs. Walsh said, giggling.

"But Mrs. Walsh," said Edna, who was also in the front row. "You're standing there in your underwear. Isn't that against school rules or something?"

"Oh, Edna, don't be such a tight ass," Mrs. Walsh said. She waltzed over and stuck her face just inches from Edna's, so that Edna could get a look down her cavernous cleavage. "You know what you need, honey? You need a big ol' cock in your mouth. That'd loosen you up!" She giggled as Edna's face turned beet red.

"Seriously, class," Mrs. Walsh said. "I think we all need to learn a bit more about cock. It's the most important thing in the world, I think. Much more important than that ol' boring Shakespeare!"

Mrs. Walsh wiggled over to the blackboard, picked up a piece of chalk, and drew an enormous penis on the board.

"Now this," she said, giggling, "is a true miracle of nature. No, it's not a salami, and no, it's not a cucumber. It's a cock! Can you spell that, class? Come on, let me hear you -- C-O-C-K! Come on, girls and boys, let's say it louder!"

Philbert, sitting in the back of the room, was amazed at how far his Bimbo Maker nano device had gone in transforming Mrs. Walsh from a prim, shrill teacher into a voluptuous bimbo who craved cock like it was the nectar of life. He was happy that Mrs. Walsh wasn't picking on him anymore, but he didn't know what was going to happen if the principal saw the transformation in her.

He didn't have to wait long.

The principal, a frumpy woman named Harriet Hawthorne, gave a knock on the door and then let herself in.

"Mrs. Walsh," she said. "This class has been rather loud, and the teacher next door said she heard you say the word --" her mouth fell open, she seemed to lose her breath, and then she mouthed the word "cock" as she stared in wide-eyed horror at the picture on the blackboard.

"Yeah, honey, you're right," Mrs. Walsh said. "I did say that beautiful word, and I'll say it again -- COCK! In fact, I think I'll say it three more times -- COCK, COCK, COCK!" She giggled and sat on the edge of the desk, swinging her shapely legs back and forth, her huge breasts spilling out of the bra that was straining mightily to hold them in.