Sex Education... (Full series! 4 parts + 1 extra pic!)

...can be a life-changing experience.
 
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Sex Education

As usual in their sex ed class, volunteers are chosen by drawing lots. The teacher has prepared the paralytic agent for the lucky one, who is totally taken by surprise. She never expected to be drawn!

Once today’s unusually reluctant specimen is fully incapacitated, only able to move her eyes, the class goes to work. Her bush is shaved off, to better display the subject of these lessons. Doomed to be a spectator inside her own body, she endures the use of a vacuum pump to magnify her genitals. In-depth experiments with speculums and other insertions follow.

In cases when the chosen girl has only small titties, then drip infusions would be used to temporarily inflate them into good visual study aides. The large, floppy boobs today don’t really need that. Still, the specimen’s boobs get bloated with the classes’ whole stock of saline drip bags. She won’t be able to walk normally for days, maybe weeks, till the gross of the saline will be absorbed. And then she’ll be left behind with empty, stretched sacks begging to get inflated again!

The teacher glances over to Ed, the beefy, tall quarterback. His impressive cock is rock-hard, not only because of the sight of the growing teaching materials, but also triggered by Viagra. Today, he won’t be fucking the specimen though. All the girls will have their share of that delicious cock, but not her. She’ll get dicked by every male in the class-room but him. Because, right now, Ed is as much a paralyzed sex puppet as the sex ed teacher herself.
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The paralytic agent had not yet worn off when the first smartphone videos of her students fucking her during sex-ed-class went online. Soon the first parents called the school administration! A teacher fucking her students, during school hours! There would be dire legal consequences! The principal saw only one way to appease these threats. "Miss Goodleigh is not a teacher at our school. She's hired as teaching material only." he claimed.

And he immediately scribbled a new work contract for her, retroactively effective from this morning. The contract change was minimal, same working hours, even same salary. He only replaced "teacher" by "teaching material" and added a small line about her being kept paralyzed during class time.

She had to sign it immediately once she could move again! Or she'd face some bad lawsuits that will cost her everything!
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Now she's kept paralyzed during working hours. Senior high school classes have sex ed much more frequently, and school sports teams use the "Goodleigh material" regularly, too. Today's last class makes a joke of knotting the used condoms to her fingers. To her toes when they run out of fingers. Then to her poor nipples!

She inwardly winces when they manipulate the huge, empty sacks of skin that have once been magnificent boobs. Her tits have never again been injected with saline, the inventory of infusion bags still not replenished after her first ordeal.

One condom is stuffed into her mouth, letting her taste her own juices. And the last cum-filled condom is just left where it was used. She'll get rid of those two first!

It'll take a while, maybe one or two hours after the last ring of the school bell, until she's got enough strength and dexterity to remove the knotted condoms, for her control over her fingers always comes back last. She'll be late to her doctor's appointment, to fix her tits, if she waits that long!

But maybe she can get them off earlier with her teeth?

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The taste of latex and sperm was still in her mouth, remnants of popped condoms stuck inside her shoes, still knotted around her toes when she arrived at the clinic. Yet she was already late for a proper round-up on her poor breast's condition!

So the doctor only gave her empty boobs a short exam, before hastily suggesting to simply fill them with implants. He already got a confirmation of cost coverage from the school administration, basically a free-ride ticket! She just had to sign the consent form.

So she found herself under the knife already an hour later! And the next morning, she woke up with freakishly big tits towering above her chest.

The doctor congratulated her, she got quite expensive ones, against sagging they are even fixed to her rib-cage by an internal bra! They'll always stand out proudly, pressing against each other, creating a tight cleavage without bra!

And her lips... so much more sensual than she could ever have afforded from her little salary! Regarding what he had found in her shoes, she'd be pleased to know she now even wears a subcutaneous hormone rod as contraceptive.




After two weeks of spring break, everything was sufficiently healed, and her hamstrung day-to-day school life began anew. A new topic entered the sex-ed curriculum, the students practice fucking the melons of their enhanced, limp "Goodleigh material".
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Today is different. It's an urgent matter, the director explains once she is properly paralysed, to have her tattooed with some informative hints. To cover up her misconduct as teacher and soldify her status as teaching material! Soon she sports a big "educational illustration" on her belly. A schematic of the female sexual organs, as well as some cartoonish user instructions...

But the tattoo guy is not done yet! Nonchalantly, he turns her around, letting her rest on her huge boobs and freshly tattooed belly, to work on her backside. Surely to let the students study the female reproductive organs from rear-view, too. Even after work, she'll never stop looking or feeling like a sex ed prop, she realizes. At least these tattoos are easier to cover up than her ridiculous boobs and lips.

The guy has finished, and the director approves. She, on the other hand, will have to wait till she can move again to admire the artwork embedded into her skin. But suddenly, she feels another shot of muscle relaxants injected into her bottom.

Oh no! It's surely almost home time, but now she won't be able to move again before midnight! She'll have to work extra hours, the director casually mentions. Today there's parents' evening, that's why these tattoo markings were so urgent. He needs to show her off, prove that she really is just material, an object, and not a real teacher!

Will he let them touch her? Or even fuck her? He couldn't let them have their way with her, could he? She is hired as educational material for the students, not for their dads!

The director leaves, but not without telling the tattoo guy to wipe her clean afterwards. Suddenly she feels a hard cock probing her virgin, yet deeply relaxed butthole...

The end!