Ms. Weigert

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It had taken a lot of courage to come here. Joel waited in the distance until she came home. Shortly after, he approached the door and knocked. It opened to reveal one of his teachers, Ms. Weigert, wearing a skirted gray suit. The top two buttons on her multi-colored blouse were undone, revealing surprising cleavage.  Her glorious, formed legs attracted his attention before his eyes snaked up her slender frame to her beautiful face.

Her skin had a warm hue and a youthful glow. Her high cheekbones were rosy red as she smiled. Small pouches under her eyes tightened, as did her velvety lips. Her entrancing grey eyes watched him expectantly. “What are you doing here?” She asked as she tilted her head down, her smile fading.

“I, uh-“
Her eyebrows raised. “How did you find out where I live?” Joel stammered as her smile turned venomous. “Don’t come back.” She slammed the door, leaving him to ponder the missed opportunity. You have to say something to make it work, idiot. He inspected the metal rod in his hand.

He found it yesterday and by luck, he figured out that his brother would follow his every command when he held it. Now I have to see if it works on her. He knocked again. He could hear heavy footsteps approach before the door flew open. “Go away or I’m going to call the cops!”
“Invite me in.”
Her temper cooled as she stepped aside. “Come on, let’s go to the living room.”

He followed her formed behind as she led him into the quiet living room. He admired the woman as she sat. Her small, but perky breasts were visible from this angle. I know she’s a bitch, but I’ve always wanted to see her naked. I guess with a body like that you can’t have personality. ”Take off your clothes.” He waited as if she would detest.

The woman unbuttoned her suit jacket followed by the blouse underneath. She stood and slid the skirt down to the floor. His teacher reached back to unclasp her bra, making a marvelous sight as her modest breasts were uncovered. Amazing!She dropped her panties and stood before him wearing nothing but a dirty look. He put his hand out and grabbed one of her perky tits. She swatted his hand aside in an instant. Her glistening lips pulled back to show immaculate teeth. “Don’t touch me, you sick little shit!”

My wet dream… until she talks. “Let me touch you.” He reached forward to test it, pleased that she allowed him to jiggle her creamy peach breast. I’ve never actually felt one before. It’s amazing! “Ms. Weigert… Madison, I want you to sit down and spread your pussy.”

The hood peeked out before she opened her legs. When spread, it was amazing to the inexperienced boy. Joel knelt and put his tongue right between her lips. I have seen enough pornos to know to give the clit attention. He moved his tongue side to side, enjoying the mild smell which he couldn’t quite place. She held herself open, but her expression was sour, clearly irritated by the unwelcome visitor.

Joel decided not to waste any more time. He knew he would have cum already if he didn’t masturbate so often. He touched his cock upon her wet pussy lips, rubbing it up and down. “Don’t!” He disregarded her complaint as he entered. She clenched her eyes as the tip entered, but she continued to spread herself wide, allowing him in. She grit her teeth, glowering at him. She is so warm and wet! This is better than I could have dreamed! She opened her gray eyes, giving him a sullen stare as he slipped in to the limit. “At least wear a rubber. I can’t get knocked up so young, I have a career to focus on right now!”

It took only three slight strokes before he felt orgasm coming like a wave. He pulled out, but then decided to go back in. “Too late.” He made it all the way in again before he started unloading into her tight warm hole. He flushed at his sudden dominance.

“Stop! Get out of there! I’m not on birth control you asshole!” Her face was filled with rage, but her hands still pulled her lower lips open. “I can’t get pregnant this soon or my life is fucking over!”

Jason stayed in place until every last drop was out. “What is so bad about having kids?”
“I don’t have a husband yet and it’s going to wreck my body!”
“What about me, I’ll stay with you.”
“Oh, right, be another news story about how a teacher fucked some loser student and was dumb enough to try and raise it? Not a chance.”

Jason pulled out, allowing some of his seed to drip onto the couch. “You know, I fucking love you and all you do is bitch! You call me names and that’s so mean!”
“You just raped me and you call me mean? You’re a worthless little jerk!”
“You’re still spreading yourself open for me.” By command, but I could tell she needed to be fucked. “I just want to be with you because you’re beautiful, smart, and-“
“Oh, just shut the fuck up and get out of my house you uncaring prick! You got what you came for.”
“Uncaring?” Joel’s smile vanished. “I fucking…” He breathed to calm himself. I knew she was mean, but I thought I could change that. Well, maybe I still can, I just have to try something different. “Fine, you’re going to be a bitch then I’ll treat you like one.” He commanded the fit woman to lift her legs and pull her ass apart. He was still completely erect, so he decided to go in for a second round. He slipped his wet shaft right into the puckered backdoor. He put her legs over his shoulders and pushed past the mark.

“No, wait, not the ass!”
“Fuck you!” He pushed in, slowly and deliberately, making no pause until he was entirely inside.
She gasped and howled, her face being the only part of her that detested the encounter. “It hurts!”
“Not to me.” He smiled, moving gently. Now that I came once, I should be able to last a lot longer. Madison was nearly in tears as he moved faster. “I hate it in my ass, it’s so dirty!”
“You’ve done this a lot?”
“I’ve tried it once or twice and it always hurts!” She gave light gasps as he pumped her shapely behind. “Just stop and I won’t say a thing!”
“No, I’m going to keep going and you won’t say a thing!” He leaned forward, folding her backwards upon the couch. She gasped and begged for him to stop as he slammed his teacher’s perfect ass. “You always act like you have something up your ass, I thought you’d be used to it!”
“No, please, I’m sorry!”
“Too late for that!” He rocked back and forth as he rested on top of her. She groaned as she felt every inch.
“Hurry up! Take it out and finish!”

A shiver ran down Joel’s spine as she spoke. I love hearing her beg. He made sure to be as rough as possible while slamming her. Sure enough, she pleaded for him to cum. He couldn’t hold back anymore as he buried his cock and sent strings of cum into her sexy backside.

“Eww, gross, get it out of me!” Joel pulled out again, but Ms. Weigert pinched her backdoor shut, retaining the goo. “Let me go to the bathroom! I need to clean myself out!” She thrashed her head from side to side, “Please, I just need an enema!”
Joel slid his pants on. “What’s an enema? And, you can stop spreading yourself.”
The naked woman dropped her legs and shot into the bathroom. He followed her as she did her business. “It’s where you put water up your butt to clean yourself out. The more you can hold the better. Grab one from under the sink.”
“This little thing?” He held up a tiny pink bulb.
She nodded. “There’s also a bag down there too.”
He found the bright red rubber bag pushed to the back. “That still isn’t much.”

They were distracted by the loud ding of the doorbell. Their eyes widened with panic as another chime sounded. “Just wipe up and go get your clothes back on.” He commanded her.
He stepped out of the bathroom, searching for a place to hide. Moments later the nude teacher marched past him to the living room to gather her garments. “This is so gross, I’m all gooey, why the hell would you do that to me?” She asked quietly as she fumbled with her bra. The bell chimed again. “Just a minute!”
“Just toss me the underwear. Hurry!” He snatched them from the air with his free hand and darted around a corner.

“Hi, Madison!”
“Jeanette, what a surprise!” Joel peeked around the corner to see the proud Korean woman standing in the doorway. “I just wanted to stop by and leave the notes for the PTA meeting on Wednesday.”
“Oh, thank you. I’ll look them over tonight. Uh, want to come in?”
“Thank you, but I have to run a few more errands before I get home. Another time!”

The women exchanged pleasantries and the door closed. “Joel!” Ms. Weigert called angrily. “Where are you?” He emerged and she snapped her fingers before pointing at him. “You better not tell a soul about this! Now I’m going to clean myself out and I want you gone when I get back out!” Her beautiful face twisted in fury.

“No. You stand right there.” You’re insane, but you’re gorgeous too. He realized that she just wasn’t worth the trouble. I can get any woman I want with this, why am I wasting time with this lunatic? He made his way out the door and paused as he reached the sidewalk. I better command her to move again, I don’t want her to starve. While walking back to the door something caught his eye on the side of the house.

He walked in the grass to the coiled garden hose. A dastardly thought crossed his mind. He brought the end to the nearby window. “Come here, open this.” He spoke loudly to convey his command through the glass. Madison rolled her eyes as she unlatched and lifted the frame. He handed her the threaded end of her garden hose before issuing another command. “Put this up your butt.”

She snatched it from his hand and brought it behind her. She held her skirt up as she inserted the pipeline. “This is too big, it’s going to hurt!” She whined as she closed one eye, tensing half of her face with pain. She grunted as it slipped in more easily than she realized. “At least it was still kind of wet. Why did you have me do that?” She asked, surprisingly content.

“This will be your enema!” Her eyes doubled and her mouth opened in confusion. He leaned to the valve and rotated it a few turns, feeling the rush of water bring the hose alive. She quickly regained her senses, about to rip the tube from her rump, when Joel commanded her to stop. “Leave it in.”

“It’s too much, I’m cramping!”
“This will clean you out.”
“Please, make it stop!”

Joel reveled in her pain, watching her pained face began to glisten with beads of sweat. She placed her hands upon her belly, groaning as the water blasted through her guts. Her amazing breasts pressed together in her now-snug, partially buttoned blouse. She buckled in pain, giving him a wonderful view down her shirt via the open window. She gasped in distress, moving her hands to her hips as she stood. Her stomach had grown, pushing her tight blouse upward upon the potbelly. She breathed quickly to calm herself fumbling to undo the lower buttons.

She let out a miserable sigh, giving up on the buttons as she gripped her tummy once again. “It’s more than I can handle! Get it out of me you little fucker!”
Joel scoffed, grinning with accomplishment. “That’s not helping.”
“I don’t give a fuck. You better get this out of me now or I will go to the cops when this is over and you’re going to jail you fucking delinquent!”

Joel leaned upon the windowsill, studying her as she squirmed. Her combative eyes showed resolve as she reached back, grabbing the hose behind her. She stumbled, giving him a better view of her predicament. Her belly swelled and skin peeked through the small openings between the buttons on her blouse. She gripped the hose, one hand behind the other, trying desperately to hold the flow. It worked, as a bulge formed behind her grasp. I saw this in a cartoon once!

The teacher whimpered as her wet hands started slipping. Suddenly, the bulge slipped through her fingers, forcing a sudden surge of liquid into her unprepared ass. Her belly growled as it stretched the shirt farther. A button shot across the room. There was a short pause before another flew into the wall, then another, then another, until the woman’s warm, pliable belly sat unrestricted. The cotton blouse had been holding back more than expected, as her uncovered belly now appeared to be nine months pregnant.
“Please, turn it off.” Teary eyed, she seemed truly humbled.

A noise caught his attention. Joel saw a couple of people approaching. He walked quickly to intercept them. Luckily they were far enough away not to see the hose going into the window.

“Creepin’ around Ms. Weigert’s? Hoping to catch a peek?” His friend Nick slapped his shoulder. His little sister Candice watched silently.
“No, you sicko. I was just going to ask her about an assignment.”
“Well, it’s pretty weird to come to her house to do that.”
“She’s my tutor.” Joel lied.
“Oh, well, aren’t you a lucky dog.” He thought about it for a second. “Actually, I bet she’s kind of rough on you.” He grinned, “Remember the safe word.” His sister tugged on his shirt. “We gotta go, so talk to you later Joel!”

Her skin was flushed as her stomach continued to expand at a worrying speed. “I need to take it out, but I can’t.” She talked to herself. The water continued pouring into her, mixing with air and churning her insides. Her belly sagged to outlandish proportions, hanging between her knees as it filled. Maybe I’m hallucinating. Her legs and arms seemed puffier as well. He will come back to help me. He can’t just leave me.

In a mental haze, she saw her suit jacket tearing around the two final buttons upon her chest. They popped off, falling to the floor a short distance away. Her breasts seemed to be expanding as well. Dizzy, she looked back to see her firm butt now molded into the skirt, the skin on her legs showing past the fabric. There was a sudden tightness beneath her clothes as she could see the fabric stretching. “Please!” She begged to no one. “Help, Joel!”

It hurt beyond words until suddenly her clothes gave way. She could hear the sounds of tearing as the pressure released. She hurried to remove the tattered suit jacket and blouse. Her arms had grown fatter, and upon inspection, she could see her whole body had swollen with water. “How is this possible?” She held one of her burdened breasts, which now had doubled in size, growing outward and down. Her body was essentially an overfilled water balloon. The only thing stopping her expansion was her tearing skirt. She fumbled with her clumsy hands, trying to rip away the last part of her clothing without success.

She heard a muffled voice as she turned in a stupor toward the window. “Joel, turn it off.”

Once certain they weren’t turning back, he bounded to the window. He was shocked to find his formerly fit teacher now heavily waterlogged and still growing. Her belly retained the most water, but somehow it seemed like her tits and even her ass grew as well. She didn’t look fat, just stretched. She wobbled as she stood, mumbling for it to stop. He turned to reach for the valve, but stopped as she let out a long wail. He watched, disconnected, as the woman put her hands on her taut belly and gasped. Her belly popped open violently, sending red water rocketing in all directions.

He fell onto the ground, waiting for a moment to process what had happened. He got to his feet and ran, unable to inspect the carnage. He wiped the goop from his face and headed home. What have I done? Oh my god. I just have to say she wasn’t home. I knocked and no one answered. Why didn’t I just command her to remove it? He got through the door and bolted to his room, trashing his soiled shirt, hoping no one had seen him. He looked at the command rod. I have to get rid of this damned thing! He sat on his bed contemplating how to handle this situation.

No, I need to learn from this. No one liked her; everyone will think she’s just some sexual freak. He tried to calm himself, knowing that he would be safe if he didn’t talk. She tried to take it out, but she had gotten too big. Just be cool and you’ll be okay. I mean, she did want an enema…

6 thoughts on “Ms. Weigert

  1. Peak

    Jesus christ. Not exactly my cuppa tea, but well written nonetheless. (Personally, I was hoping the wand imbued indestructibility upon its victims, but no such luck.)

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