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Elizabeth Enormously Expands Erika’s Endowment

Commissioned by echo
Written by HarmonyMotion

Chapter 1 - Erika Times at Greenmont High

Ms. Erika handed back the graded exams to her class. Each student received their unfair, unsatisfactory grades. Some of them started an eyeroll, others began to moan but stifled it, and the remaining students just accepted it. Everyone had gotten a passing grade—barely. The ones who should otherwise have received a high mark had been downgraded to about a C+ or B-.

And that included Elizabeth, the otherwise would-be shoe-in valedictorian. She received her inadequate grade with resigned fury and battered down resignation. Any other student who hadn’t lucked into having Ms. Erika had simply won the lottery. They wouldn’t have their GPA tanked, wouldn’t have to make up for it via extracurriculars and extra credit, would have an easier path to a college admission and scholarships...

It was just so unfair! Why should Elizabeth’s hard work toward her life plan be derailed by this bitchy teacher at Greenmont High?!

The haughty, youthful brunette teacher who could’ve passed as a high schooler herself strutted back to the front of the class after whipping out all of the graded test results. Dressed in an awfully schoolgirl-looking uniform herself, even more so than the beleaguered students themselves.

Stupid cow, Elizabeth thought to herself as she seethed at all the red marks on her test, on what should’ve been a perfect score. She used to check rigorously after she got home, posted to online forums... she no longer did that anymore. It was clear that Ms. Erika was just some sort of bitch on a power trip. Probably wishes she were back in high school, where she actually mattered for once in her stupid life! Cow cow cow!

As Ms. Erika lectured the class with contradicting statements about how they needed to study harder if they wanted to amount to anything combined with the “but there’s more to life than school tests” which she promptly denigrated them for not partaking in, she spotted Elizabeth, quiet girl, with her “I’m far too smart for this place” attitude giggling at something. Ms. Erika always hated girls who thought they were better than herself. She needed to knock Elizabeth down a few pegs.

“Care to share what’s so funny about your adequate grade, little Miss Bookworm?” She narrowed her gaze on her intended target.

Elizabeth, who hadn’t realized that she was subconsciously having a laugh at an imaginary bovine-looking Ms. Erika’s expense, froze in her tracks.

“Uh... it’s, um... nothing...” the shy, non-confrontational girl squeaked.

“That’s right. Just like you are, little girl. You don’t know anything about the world, do you? Just your books, your meaningless grades, and even those aren’t good anymore! Ha ha ha ha!” Ms. Erika cackled. “Looks like you’ll need to study more, little girl! Your chemistry grades are plummeting!”

Elizabeth winced as Ms. Erika plunged the knife into her heart. Chemistry was her most loved subject, and she dabbled in it as a serious side hobby. And she’d never revealed that information to anyone! Had her cruel, callous teacher picked up on it somehow?!

From the look on Elizabeth’s face, their scantily schoolgirl-uniform clad teacher knew she’d struck a nerve.

“Oh, you think you’re good at chemistry, don’t you? Well la di da! Everyone, get a load of Marie Curie over here! She thinks she’s going to change the world! How many radium pills have you swallowed, hmm?”

Elizabeth looked away uncomfortably as their teacher hurled completely unfounded and unintelligble insults at her in front of the class. The students didn’t even laugh at the bullying. They were just as jaded as Elizabeth herself.

As Ms. Erika continued to hurl spittle at Elizabeth, the young chemist made a vow. She would get revenge on Ms. Erika.

Chapter 2 - First Trial Backfires

After a week of being the focus of Ms. Erika’s bullying, Elizabeth’s rush order of cow hormones finally arrived. Dressed in a lab coat and safety goggles in the dim, flickering fluorescent lighting of her home-grown lab, she gingerly measured out a small volume of the clear, transparent, pungent hormone. In fact, after Elizabeth had worked through her formulas to increase the potency of the animal hormone, the rest of her work was more about cooking and recipe more than anything else. She had to hide the enzyme in a concoction, and she couldn’t denature the cow hormone she’d ordered. But after a week of scheming, it was ready...

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Elizabeth’s heart raced as she broke into the teacher’s lounge. The door was never locked anyway, and she had a small period of time when class had just started and no teacher was enjoying their break period. It would negatively affect her attendance record with a tardy mark, but if she could pull this off, it would be well worth it.

Fate was on her side. She slipped into the teacher’s lounge after the bustle of changing periods masked her entrance, opened the buckles Ms. Erika’s lunchbox with its young teen punk art, grabbed the plastic baggie with her haughty teacher’s sandwich, drizzled some of her mostly odorless concoction into the wheat bread, zipped it all back up, and prayed.

When lunch period rolled around, Elizabeth spent the period frittering around the teacher’s lounge. Her heart was in her throat as she leaned against the wall by the teachers’ lounge’s door. Ms. Erika opened her lunchbox, unzipped her ziploc, and wrinkled her nose as she inhaled sharply.

Elizabeth gulped.

A few sniffs later, Ms. Erika shrugged and took a big bite of her sandwich. When she visibly swallowed, Elizabeth did a mental fist pump and went back to her own affairs in the cafeteria.

Now, to see if everything came to fruition...

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Ms. Erika walked strolled into class, her bra digging into her breast flesh an awful lot for some strange reason. She’d shifted uncomfortably for the first two hours after lunch, but now it was positively the wrong size!

Not that Ms. Erika minded. A late stage puberty that enhanced her beauty would be just the thing to lord over these disrespectful little dipshits.

“Hello, class,” she turned to address the students who had arrived on time.

“Hello Ms. Erika,” they droned in a low murmur, Elizabeth among them. But the budding chemist was hyperfocused on Ms. Erika’s body this time instead of avoiding any sort of eye contact. Her visual interest didn’t escape Ms. Erika’s attention.

“See something you like?” Ms. Erika announced haughtily, turning her temporary chesty discomfort into a weapon. She placed her arms along the outer edges of her breasts and wrapped her forearms underneath the larger, heavier swells and pushed those once-again developing tits upward in her white button down blouse. “Not all of us develop so well...” Ms. Erika eyed Elizabeth’s chest conspicuously.

Elizabeth reflexively shielded herself from Ms. Erika’s piercing gaze, feeling self-conscious. Had her potion backfired!?

“This is supposed to be the highlight of your lives!” Ms. Erika taunted. “But it looks like I’m the one who’s actually growing and living my best life!” She approached Elizabeth imperiously, arching her back and thrusting out her breasts.

Elizabeth seethed. Her teacher wasn’t supposed to enjoy this! And now Ms. Erika was flaunting it, enjoying it, and torturing poor Elizabeth even more than before!

She’d just have to up the dosage next time...

Chapter 3 - The Cowening

After a weekend of brewing and spending a minor fortune on more cow hormones and working to make it more neutral flavored, Elizabeth came back to school on Monday, backpack overfilled, shoulders heavy with the burden of carrying so much heavy formula. In between periods once more, an emboldened, nothing-to-lose Elizabeth headed straight for the teacher’s lounge, did a half-hearted scan for any probing yes, and grabbed Ms. Erika’s lunch box out of her cubby.

Stolen lunch in hand, Elizabeth quickly ran to the girls’ bathroom and locked herself in a stall. Pulling vial after vial out of her backpack, shuffling uncomfortably on the dirty toilet seat with background murmurs of girly gossip and such, Elizabeth poured vial after vial of her concoction into Ms. Erika’s thermos. A few drops seeped into Ms. Erika’s sandwich as well.

Emerging from her bathroom stall, Elizabeth kept her eyes down, running past the small group of three girls. The shy girl cracked a smile when she realized that they were bitching about Ms. Erika... but she didn’t have time to commiserate. How long had she been away?! Elizabeth’s heart began to pump into overdrive. She nearly crashed into other students but shouldered through, making her way back to the teacher lounge and slipping Ms. Erika’s lunch box back into her cubby. Her vision was so blurry, she hadn’t even noticed if there were any other teachers in the lounge.

For the next few hours, the waiting and anticipating were the hardest. Was she going to get in trouble? Did someone inform Ms. Erika? At any moment, she expected an announcement over the PA for Elizabeth to go to the principal’s office where Ms. Erika would for sure be waiting, ready to chew her out, suspend her and put it on her permanent record and ruin the rest of her life...

Drenched in a cold sweat, Elizabeth made it all the way to Ms. Erika’s period. And when her detested teacher walked through the door...

Elizabeth’s eyes widened in joy as all of her nervous energy dissipated into pure elation.

Ms. Erika came strutting through the door, all attitude as usual, but with a large hint of an unsteady wobble. In fact, the first part of Ms. Erika’s body through the door was not her legs or her face, but the two, enormous, jiggling, melon-sized swells on her chest. The buttons on the top of her blouse were nowhere to be seen; only a close up would have revealed the frayed, detached threads where those buttons had been before.

“Now class...” Ms. Erika stumbled in, clearly struggling to keep her back upright as the two enormous weights on her chest kept threatening to bowl her over and anchor her to the floor thanks to gravity, “let’s see... just... how... disappointing... you’ll all be... today...” she heaved.

Elizabeth stared at her teacher in pure bliss. No way had she ever thought that her little revenge would have worked so well!

Gone was Ms. Erika’s haughty attitude last week of flaunting her new (and frankly, gorgeous) what must’ve been at least G-cups at the class, and particularly at Elizabeth. They were swollen well pas that point now, and the unhidden relief on Ms. Erika’s face as she sat down and rested those mammary masses on her desk betrayed just how much trouble she was having lugging them around.

With a huge sigh of relief and a deep breath, Ms. Erika tried to pull her blouse shut and cover up the cups of her green bra. Especially the prominent, jutting points of her long, thick nipples. They poked through the fabric that was supposed to conceal them so easily. The extra layer of her thin blouse did nothing to hide the conspicuous pair of protruding peaks.

“Now let’s see how you’ll disappoint me today, you rotten bunch of underachievers,” Ms. Erika began. Her breasts jiggled like overfilled water balloons with every difficult, ragged breath. They bulged outward as they rested on the table, far exceeding the boundary of her torso. Each large, sloppy breast flattened against the polished wood, making them look even larger than they appeared.

“Now, your reading assignments... hnng!” Ms. Erika whined.

Her breasts appeared to be in the midst of growing even larger.

“Ooooohhh...” their teacher moaned involuntarily, eyes closed.

The sound of fabric stretching against her ever expanding sweater puppies echoed through the otherwise quiet classroom. No one, not even Elizabeth, could scarcely believe the scene that was taking place right before them. The sound of fabric being pushed to its very limits, the yelp of pain as Ms. Erika’s bra strap dug into the skin of her back. The jiggling, wobbling spheres of flesh even developed slight stretch marks as the creamy cavern of cleavage pushed another button to its very limit, halfway down her shirt.

Another guttural moan, accompanied by the sound of ripping and tearing, and Ms Erika’s melon-sized breasts burst yet another button on her blouse. The button slapped loudly against a wall before landing on the ground, rattling and wobbling loudly as the students stared, mouth agape, at Ms. Erika’s forced transformation. The straps of her bra quickly snapped and split apart as she desperately brought her arms in front of her ever expanding, ever stiffening nipples. She tried to shield herself, but her breast flesh just grew and grew, swallowing and overpowering her arms as her tits continued their inexoerable, expansive crawl forward on her desk.

Her nipples and areola swelled as well, making their presence visible as they peeked out from behind her increasingly ill-fitting bra. The brown, bumpy areolae continued to peek out from behind the borders of her continually shrinking bra as her engorged nipple skated along the outer band of the bra, that sensitive bundle of nerves swishing and pressing against her exposed undergarment with unbearably sensual pressure.

“You’re all...” Ms. Erika huffed, trying to retain her composure and control of the classroom. “...inferior to me... you’ll never... amount to... AHHH!” she screamed.

Those stiff brown nubs popped forth audibly from behind her bar, each as long as a child’s finger. The entire class gasped at their incredible size and stiffness as they swayed and bobbed up and down in tandem with her body’s movements.

The gasp from her compulsory audience brought Ms. Erika back to reality. Her eyes shot open in panic, her face covered in a cold sweat as her heart pounded powerfully inside her chest. Each supercharged, nervous, thundering beat seemed to carry its regular beating thrum to her enormous, unwieldy breasts. Her flesh ebbed and flowed, rippling like the ocean’s waves, or a semi-solid piece of cool gelatin.

“E-excuse me!” Ms. Erika tried to stand up, but nearly flipped over her desk as she tried to stand! Her entire weight shifted onto her fleshy pillows as her torso and lower body lifted off the ground. She yelped as her heels hit the metal bar below the blackboard. The chalk and dust bounced and rattled.

Their beleaguered teacher gripped the front lip of her desk, and with great effort, pushed her own body back so that her feet were grounded once more. Then, slowly, carefully, she stood on her feet, yelping in embarrassment as she struggled to carry her massive breastflesh in her arms as it continually spilled out of her arms, sagging all the way down to her bellybutton. She stifled a sob as she took one heavy step after another.

The classroom door proved to be a formidable opponent. It was like being stymied because she’d tried to ferry too many groceries at once... except these jugs of milk could not just be placed on the floor for temporary relief. She whimpered, insulted by the low volume snicker from her students, as she tried to “hold” everything in just one arm while she used her right hand to turn the doorknob. Ms. Erika visibly tilted over to her right as her breasts and the force of gravity dragged her down.

Adjusting her right arm awkwardly, she simultaneously held up her boob with her upper arm while opening the door. With that hurdle finally cleared, Ms. Erika swiftly tried to exit, only to yelp in pain as her boundary-bursting tits scraped against the doorframe. Shuffling sideways with her back pressed against the wall, she gingerly slid her way out as her fat, milky, jutting breasts rolled in her arms and her nipples threatened to carve deep gouges out of the school’s aging wood frame.

As she escaped and stumbled down the school’s hallway to the nurse’s office, the students all laughed uproariously at their bitchy teacher’s plight. Elizabeth just sat at the front row of the class, basking in the success of her ploy.

Chapter 4 - Milking Shed

Ms. Erika’s plight was the talk of the school. Elizabeth heard all of the gossip as she walked down the busy crowded school highway. Nerds, jocks, cheerleaders, glee club... hell, even the teachers were talking about “that haughty bitch and her enormous milk tanks” the other day! People speculated on what possibly could have happened. Divine intervention? Karmic justice? No one would ever guess that quiet Elizabeth was the one to engineer the bitchy teacher’s downfall.

Ms. Erika was nowhere to be seen that day. Elizabeth thought, for once, she would have a carefree school experience, where the only focus would be on her studies, where she excelled at her tests and homework assignments due to her studiousness and diligence. She wondered what would happen when during the period where Ms. Erika hosted them.

She didn’t have to wonder for long. Somehow, an enormous, saggy pair of beach ball sized tits squeezed through the door frame, got stuck, backed out, and then carefully came through with a curved entry arc from their owner. How on earth was Ms. Erika still coming to school? And how big had she gotten!? Even Elizabeth thought she might have overdone it!

Their teacher’s breasts jutted out from her chest marvelously. The fact that they were even somewhat perky was incredible... but gravity was always going to win that duel. Her massive mammaries retained their alluring shape only so far before the enormous weight of it dragged it to below her hips. None of Ms. Erika’s torso was even visible, and almost none of her face too. All of it was just huge, swollen, jiggling milk jugs, her fatty tissue rippling with every bouncy step from their impossibly stubborn teacher.

“You see, kids?” Ms. Erika huffed, her mouth not even visible to the class. “I... have the perseverance... to overcome my challenges! Unlike you precious little snowflakes!”

She no longer wore a bra—not that any would fit her, of course. Her blouse looked like it could’ve been as large as a ten gallon garbage bag. Which was probably a fair estimation of the amount of space and weight her new tits took. Large areola, three times the size of any normal human’s palm, crown the oversized tits. Her stiff, elliptical, protruding nipples evoked images and comparisons to entire watermelons.

“You should go to a doctor!” One of the students yelled. “You’ve got tits bigger than a cow!”

“Who said that!” Ms. Erika tried to press her breasts down with her arms to scan the room clearly. A few students snickered, but it was clear that nobody was going to meet Ms. Erika’s gaze or rat out their fellow classmate.

“Whatever! Now... this is the most important lesson... I have to teach you...” she began. “It’s about the willpower! The indomitable will... to...”

A foreign sensation began to burn in all of her new, glorious flesh. It felt like a slight tingle that grew in intensity as her nipples seemed to quiver all on their own, being tickled by tiny invisible hands. Her flesh began to heat up and feel like they were swelling before her very eyes. Then, the sound of rushing liquid roiled inside of her, wave upon wave of roiling pools of cream, churning powerfully inside of her and crashing, causing her mammoth breasts to quake for seemingly no reason.

Ms. Erika’s speech completely halted. There was no way this could be happening, right? Even as she knew that her breasts were overfilling with milk, she could scarcely believe that this could actually be happening!

A think trickle of milk erupted from her nipple, staining a dark, circular patch on her blouse immediately.

“Eep!” she squealed, trying to cover up her involuntary let down.

She did her best to tighten her chest, if that were even possible. But the machinations inside of her body were well underway, and that prodigious flesh was not just for show. A constant stream of milk continued to leak and pump out of her nipple, tracing a large downward trail on the garbage bag she called a blouse.

Her other breast soon followed suit.

“N-nooo... stop!!!” she begged her body.

Then, her let down became a complete torrential downpour as her body could no longer withstand the bursting milk it produced. Her blouse ballooned outward as jets of powerful milk fired from her teats like a firehose sputtering out of control. The students in the front recoiled in horror as her thick cream splattered all over them.

“Ew! Gross!” the kids in the front screamed.

“Look everyone, she is a cow!”

“Someone get this milkmaid to a factory!”

“MOOO! MOOOO!”

The taunting was endless. Ms. Erika couldn’t even speak. The sensation was simultaneously a flood of relief and... pleasure. She loved letting her milk down like this!

She fell to her knees, her heavy milk jugs splashing on the floor before her knees did. The force of her impact and the violent wobble of her breasts only teased out more milk in halting, arrhythmic bursts. Soon, she was surrounded by a puddle—no, a verifiable lake, of her own breast milk.

“Someone call the farmers! This room is a milk shed!” one of the students teased.

Everyone soon ran out of the room, leaving a sobbing Ms. Erika, helpless with relief and pleasure, thoroughly wallowing in a puddle of her juices, to stew with embarrassment over her ridiculous plight.

“Nice class, Ms. Erika,” Elizabeth chuckled as she was the last student to leave the milk shed, closing the door on her ruined teacher.