The New Home-Ec Teacher_edited (CHS Bimbo)

 

Catering to a range of students from all walks of life, it offers a full and well-rounded set of curricula. Athletics, academics, and music are but a few of the fields of study open to the student body. Everything one could hope for is covered.

 

Including, of course, home-economics.

 

Here students learn the essentials of running one's home, community, and personal life. Topics cover everything from basic home repairs to personal finance, child care, and even human reproduction.

 

This last category has become increasingly popular as of late, seemingly in tandem with the trends and fashions that are currently taking CHS by storm. It seems that a growing number of girls are dressing in increasingly provocative attire and flaunting the usual sense of decorum that normally pervades the school.

 

Some of the staff are horrified by how the school population seems to be embracing what they deem a “trashy” look, while other members of the faculty positively revel in it! But the seventh graders in HE 101 aren't learning about the mysteries of the human body today, nor are they having a discussion about 'loose morals'.

 

Instead, they are learning the fine art of baking.

 

Unfortunately, their teacher, Ms. Cheerilee, isn't much of a baker. Truth be told, she isn't a home-ec teacher either. She's been filling in for the past few weeks after the previous instructor suddenly quit.

 

Rumor has it that she caught the attention of a wealthy oil baron and got hitched in Vegas. “Whatever,” Cheerilee thinks, “that hussy was always a gold digger anyway.”

 

The problem is that the temporary replacement isn't much of a domestic, so when it comes to subjects like what they are covering today, she can only repeat what the textbook says. A textbook that was clearly written in the '70s. And the stupid book doesn't exactly cover what to do when three of your students manage to turn common bread dough into an explosive.

 

“Oh man! I, like, dunno what happened.” laments Scootaloo.

 

“I think mah sister did somethin' like this once.” mutters Apple Bloom.

 

“Maybe we shouldn't have changed the recipe?” ventures Sweetie Belle.

 

The girls look at the unholy mass of baked goods sitting in front of them when a soft voice chimes in.

 

“What changes did you all make?”

 

“Oh, hey Twist!” Apple Bloom responds, “We added some more stuff to improve the flavor.”

 

“And some stuff to make it, like, rise faster.” adds Scootaloo.

 

“Um, what did you add?”

 

“Oh, you know.” Sweetie Belle says in an offhand way. “A cup of baking powder?”

 

Twist gapes at her classmates.

 

“A... whole... cup?”

 

“Should we not have?” asks Scootaloo.

 

Their friend shakes her head in disbelief.

 

“Well, this recipe uses yeast to rise the dough.”

 

“Oh, we totally added that too.” agrees Sweetie Belle. “We wanted it to rise faster. That's all.”

 

Twist enjoys her friends company, even if their taste in clothing has become really questionable as of late, but they still have a tendency to cause havoc wherever they go. It is as though it's their one true talent.

 

“You can't rush dough.” Twist explains. “It takes time to develop. The rising process isn't just about making it puffier and gassier. It also allows flavors and textures to develop.”

 

“Wow, really?” Apple Bloom asks.

 

“Mmm-hmn." Twist confirms even as she wonders for the fourth time this week if her friend is cold wearing those super short daisy dukes. "And all that takes time. But that's also what makes it good.”

 

“Oh, oh!” Scootaloo raises her hand like it's Miss Cheerilee she's asking a question. “What about the breads that use baking powder? Aren't they, like, really fast to make?”

 

“Sure, those are called quick breads. They don't need any time to rise because the chemical leavener works while it's baking. That's why you have to pay attention to the recipe because every bread is different.”

 

“Whoooaa!” All three botched bakers look thoroughly impressed.

 

“You're, like, sooo smart!” Scootaloo gives a little hop, causing her barely supported b-cups to bounce in their bikini top.

 

“Eh heh, just with this kind of stuff.” Twist starts to blush at the compliment until an annoyed voice interrupts them from across the room.

 

“Argh! What's the matter with this stupid bread? It came out all stupid looking and junk!”

 

Twist wanders over to where Silver Spoon is inspecting a badly misshapen loaf.

 

“You have to score the top.” she offers helpfully.

 

“Score it?” scoffs Spoon's partner, Diamond Tiara. “We're baking bread, not playing a game of basketball, duh!”

 

Twist can't help but laugh at the unintended joke which causes Diamond Tiara to scowl.

 

"What's so funny?"

 

Trying to mollify the stuck up girl before she gets more upset Twist explains, “Nothing. It's nothing. Scoring is where you cut the top of the bread. You slice it so that the loaf has a line to expand along. You didn't score it and so it expanded out of the weakest point which was on the side here.”

 

“Oh, is that what happened? Geez, this baking stuff is hard.” Silver Spoon pouts as she pokes at her bread.

 

“Whatever. Only nerds have to know this stuff anyways.” Diamond Tiara glances at Twist. “Like Too-Tall here.”

 

”Diamond! She was only trying to...” The bell rings, cutting off what Silver Spoon is about to say. With a practiced motion everyone starts stuffing their things into bags and heading for the hallway.

 

Everyone except a certain curly haired girl who wanders back to her table.

 

She thinks that by now such name calling shouldn't hurt her feelings so much.

 

But it still does.

 

It totally does.

 

Apple Bloom stops at her friend's table.

 

“Aw man, DT is such a bitch!”

 

That's another thing that has changed about her friends: their language. If she were to use such words her mother would wash her mouth out with soap.

 

“It not like you're even that tall anymore compared to the rest of us.” her friend continues.

Sweetie Belle flounces over in her skintight dress and joins in.

 

“Well at least she's not calling her 'Titty Twist' any... more?” Apple Bloom glares at the purple haired girl “Oops?”

 

“Ah it's ok.” Twist assures them. “I don't think she even knows how to be nice.”

 

They're interrupted by Silver Spoon who is obviously in a hurry.

 

“Hey, like, thanks for the help. I don't know why Diamond's was acting like that. I'll try talking to her, ok?”

 

She glances at the door. “Ok, I gotta go. Thanks again. Later!”

 

“Well how about that?” Apple Bloom grins. Then she looks up at the clock. “Hey, we gots tah go girls!”

 

They pack their things but as they make their way to the door Cheerilee asks Twist to stay behind for a moment.

 

“I wanted to thank you.” the voluptuous instructor begins. “This class has been really, really hard for me to teach and I'm totally glad that you're here to help out. I mean, the upperclassmen aren't that bad, but seventh graders around stoves and kitchen tools? What a nightmare.”

 

“Um, yeah...” The young student isn't used to hearing such complaint from a teacher.

 

“Oh! But I totally didn't mean you Twist.” Cheerilee quickly amends. “You're awesome. I wish I could bake and cook like you do.”

 

The girl's blush returns full force and she nervously adjusts her thick glasses. “Lots of practice I guess.”

 

“And I'm sorry about Diamond Tiara. I should have pulled her aside and given her d-hall, but Snips and Snails were trying to light the school on fire. Again. So I was dealing with that.”

 

"So that's what that burning smell was," Twist thinks to herself.

 

“I know that you got a lot of grief in elementary school.” the long-haired beauty continues. “Are things getting any better lately?”

 

She's not sure how much Cheerilee knows about her past but she replies, “Yeah, a bit better. Now that I'm not the only girl with a bra, it kind of makes it easier.”

 

Peppermint Twist had developed quite early compared to her peers. Having to endure teasing from both boys and girls over the fact that she needed a bra certainly hadn't done the redhead's self-esteem any favors.

 

To make matters worse, Diamond Tiara had gone insane with jealousy and called her 'Titty Twist' so much that the rich girl had almost made Twist hate the sound of her own name. Then, the following year, the bullied girl had been messed over by puberty again when she shot up several inches taller than everyone else in her class. It wasn't just Diamond Tiara calling her names then; several other kids also took to calling Twist 'Too-Tall'.

 

The only bright side of the whole ordeal was that Twist finally outgrew her childhood lisp. However, even then boys that hadn't joined in the teasing still seemed to steer clear of her. Whether because they wanted to avoid Diamond Tiara's wrath or because they were simply put off by Twist's height, the growing girl wasn't sure.

 

Even Archer, who had been her closest guy friend, had started avoiding her. It's definitely been different between them since then. To this day, when she tries talking to the stocky boy, he only stammers and won't look Twist in the eyes. Usually when they talk he glances nervously at her chest, which makes the busty girl think that he's weirded out by her precocious size.

 

The overdeveloped seventh grader is actually quite glad that the junior high and high school were combined years ago. Walking around with all the upperclassmen actually makes her feel less conspicuous.

 

It's simply not fair that she's so much bigger than all her classmates!

 

The back of Twist's head suddenly twinges in pain, causing her to close her eyes for a moment. As the pain subsides her thoughts shift ever so slightly and she recalls that she doesn't stand out quite so much anymore, at least not among the female half the class.

 

It seems as though this year a fair number of the girls have finally hit their growth spurts too.

Heck, Diamond Tiara has probably stopped calling her Titty Twist because the bratty girl has finally grown to a respectable cup size herself. And unlike her meek classmate, Diamond likes to show off the goods.

 

In fact, thinking about it, there seems to be a number of girls with pretty significant development this semester, like Sweetie Belle and Silver Spoon. And for some reason, these same girl's parents let them out of the house wearing outfits that generally consist of nothing more than a few strips of strategically placed cloth.

 

But it's hard for Twist to complain. While she is still the biggest girl in her class, at least she isn't such a freak anymore.

 

Worried about her student's silence, Cheerilee asks if she's ok. Snapping out of her reverie, Twist glances forward and gets and eyeful of her teacher's vast cleavage.

 

“Gosh, Ms. Cheerilee is so pretty!” the girl thinks. “So tall and- and big! I wonder...”

 

“Hey Ma'am can I ask you a question?”

 

“Sure thing, sweetheart.”

 

“Are boys grossed out by, er, bigger girls?”

 

The teacher pauses for a moment, then gives a snort of amusement.

 

“Oh sweetie, you shouldn't worry about the boys.” Cheerilee grabs the undersides of her enormous breasts and somehow hauls them up towards her own face. “I've never had any problem getting a guy's attention,” she moves her hands and lets her boobs drop, making them bounce wildly in her scanty shirt. “Or keeping their attention!” she laughs.

 

Smiling kindly, she leans forward. Pointing at her student's chest, she reassures her.

 

“Don't you worry. Your classmates are just being silly. They'll totally come around, you'll see.”

 

Feeling a little better (and also a little envious of her teacher's confidence) Twist says thank you and goes to grab her bag.

 

“I'll write you a hall pass so your next teacher doesn't get all mad, ok?”

 

“Thanks Miss.” Twist looks down at the box she had been working on during class.

 

When she comes over to her teacher's desk to get the pass she hands Ms. Cheerilee the box.

 

“I, um, made some cookies during class.” she explains. “I wasn't sure who I was going to give them to but I think you should have them.”

 

The excited woman literally bounces in her seat.

 

“For reals? Oh, thank you! You're the best!”

 

“Uh, yeah...” Twist isn't sure what's more embarrassing; the praise or the way her teacher is bouncing around.

 

“You can share them. With the other teachers, I mean.”

 

“I will! Here's your pass. You better get going now. See you tomorrow!”

 

When she is all alone, the instructor looks down at her newly acquired goodies.

 

“And I know just who to share them with first!”

 

...

 

Nurse Redheart is working on some incredibly boring paperwork in her office when a chipper voice calls out from her door.

 

“Oh Re-ed! Guess who's got some tre-eats?” Cheerilee sing-songs.

 

“I'm gonna guess you do?” The buxom nurse leans back in her chair and stretches her hands behind her head causing her blouse's buttons to pull mightily.

 

“Aw, how'd you guess?” the fuchsia haired vixen laughs as she reveals her cargo.

 

“Well I needed a break anyway. What is it?”

 

“Cookies!” the taller woman responds, opening the lid with a flourish.

 

“Mmnn... That's great.” her friend gives a sly look. “I even have some milk to go with them.”

 

She reaches down and open the door too a mini-fridge under her desk and pulls out a bottle filled with creamy looking milk.

 

“Oooh. Is it 'fresh from the source'?”

 

Redheart snickers and pats her ample chest. “You know it, babe!”

 

She hands her friend a glass and for a few minutes the two staff members forget their banter and munch the sweet treats.

 

“These are really good! Where did you get these? You didn't make them did you?”

 

“Me? As if. You know I can't bake! One of my students made them for me. Well, for all the teachers really. Do you know Peppermint Twist?”

 

“Curly red hair? Big rack for her age?”

 

“That's her.”

 

“I've seen her around. Seems like a real nice kid. It's amazing how well built she is, considering she hasn't had any 'help'.”

 

“I know right? She used to get soooo much grief because of it. Well there are a couple of kids who still pick on her. I feel bad for her, ya know?”

 

“Sound like she could use a little change then,” the nurse snorts, “but I don't have much of the pink stuff left and the principal is being a lot more picky with who we get to use it on lately.”

 

“Ah that's OK. I just wish I could let her know that it'll be all right, ya know? I mean, you and I grew up pretty fast and we turned out good.”

 

The compact woman thinks about all the jealous shrews and grabby boys she had to endure when she started developing.

 

Not that she'd trade her figure for the world!

 

“Wow, Cheery. If I didn't know any better I'd say somebody has a little crush.” They both chortle at the innuendo.

 

“Well maybe I do! No, but seriously. She's been helping me so much with that one class she's in. The one with that nightmare trio, and the two rich brats, and the two goofballs?”

 

“Oh, THAT class. Well shit, Cheery! If she's been helping you keep up with that bunch no wonder you like her.”

 

“Yeah, and it's like she's memorized the home-economics textbook and a whole bunch of those cooking shows.”

 

She frowns a little. “And you know what she told me when I asked her how she knew all that stuff? She said that it's only her and her mother at home and that she ~sniffle~ just wants to help her ~hic~ m-mom!” At this she breaks into sobs.

 

“Oh, geez, Cheery it's OK. Calm down.” The plush healthcare worker grabs her friend by the shoulders and pulls her into the warmth of her mega-milkers. It seems to have the intended effect as the sobbing woman calms down after a moment.

 

“Great now my blouse is going to be stained by her makeup.” Redheart thinks.

 

Her gal-pal HAS always had a big heart when it comes to her pupils.

 

As she comforts the tender-hearted trollop, something funny occurs to her.

 

“Heh heh, from what you've told me it sounds like Peppermint Twist ought to be the one teaching the class. Am I right?”

 

She doesn't get an immediate response. Then, suddenly, Cheerilee sits bolt upright, startling her friend.

 

“That's it! Red you're such a smarty!”

 

“I am? What-”

 

The tall tart grabs the box of cookies and hurries out the door, telling her companion that she'll see her later. Redheart look down at the few crumbs that remain on her desk.

 

“But, I wanted some more cookies...”

 

…

 

“...And so I was thinking that maybe you could give Twist some kind of credit for helping me out with the class. Maybe give her permission to skip some of her other classes so she could help me out more?” Ms. Cheerilee explains breathlessly.

 

Principal Celestia and Vice-Principal Luna both sit around the principal's desk, munching away on the extraordinarily good cookies that their faculty member has brought them.

 

After listening to the same story that Twist's teacher related to the school nurse, both administrators think for a moment. Swallowing the bite in her mouth, Celestia shares a look with her sister. Luna blinks knowingly and turns back to the hopeful teacher.

 

“Oh, I think we can do one better than that.”

 

…

 

Class is going a little smoother today than yesterday. The topic is home finance and Cheerilee can't really conceive of a way for any of her students to destroy the school with budget worksheets.

 

The bell rings and all the students groan in relief. Their instructor reminds them to have their budgets completed by tomorrow as they start to shuffle out of the classroom.

 

“Oh, Twist. Can I talk to you for a moment?”

 

When it's just her and her student, Cheerilee asks Twist what she's doing for lunch.

 

“Nothing much.” she admits. “Why?”

 

“Well, I was telling Principal Celestia about how helpful you've been in this class and she was really impressed.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Ab-so-lutely! Anyways, the principal and some of the staff are getting together to have tea during lunch hour and they asked me to invite you. What do you say?”

 

“Uh, whoa. Wow! Y-yes! I'll be there. At lunch. OK!” The girl picks up her bag and hurries to the door.

 

“Dear?” The instructor calls, “Don't you want to know where it's going to be?”

 

The flustered girl mentally kicks herself.

 

“Right. Um, where is it going to be?”

 

Ms. Cheerilee spreads her hands to indicate her surroundings, “Why, right here! Now you get going, I'll see you at lunch. Don't be late!”

 

…

 

Twist is sweating bullets during the next two periods. She's going to have tea with Principal Celestia herself!

 

Sighing, she thinks about what an impressive lady the principal is. Her confidence, her amazing looks, the way she always walks the halls with little to no clothing on, and gets away with it too! Twist finds herself wishing she could have that kind of self-assurance.

 

But perhaps with a few more clothes.

 

As soon as the last bell of the morning rings, she picks up her bag and bolts for the door. Or tries to, at least. A bunch of her classmates are clogging the exit.

 

“Hey, Twist. Watcha doin' fer lunch?” Apple Bloom asks on their way out.

 

“Oh. I'm, uh, actually having lunch with some of the teachers.”

 

“Really? Neat. Hey put in a good word for me, huh?”

 

They finally make it out into the hall and Apple Bloom waves.

 

“I'll see ya around. Take care OK?”

 

“OK.” Twist watches her friend strike up with Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle as they head off to the lunch hall together.

 

Truth be told, it's been a while since Apple Bloom has sought her out like that. Ever since she joined up with her two partners in crime, the country girl hasn't seemed to have much time for Twist anymore.

 

Putting those thoughts out of her mind, the underclassman hurries to the home-ec room.

She finds an excited Ms. Cheerilee waiting for her.

 

“There you are! Come right on in.”

 

As she ushers the girl inside, the teacher closes the door and, unnoticed by her student, Cheerilee locks it as well. Twist gets more and more nervous as she is escorted to the center table where several women sit around a proper tea service.

 

There's Principal Celestia and Vice Principal Luna, Ms. Raven the secretary and Nurse Redheart, and finally a teacher that she has only seen at large gatherings.

 

What was her name? Harshness?

 

Nurse Redheart, perhaps seeing the student's unease smiles and offers the seat next to hers. When she's seated, her home-ec teacher takes the wooden stool on her other side. Settled, Twist looks around and stares in wonder, suddenly realizing something.

 

Every one of these women is absolutely stacked!

 

And, goodness! Half of them aren't even wearing proper blouses, just suit jackets or other skimpy tops that barely contain their bounty. Of course, she knows that Ms. Cheerilee and Principal Celestia are well built but she hasn't realized until now how many amazingly buxom ladies work for the school.

 

“Thank you all for coming,” the principal begins. “We haven't had one of these little get-togethers in... goodness Luna, how long has it been?”

 

“I don't think we've ever had one of these before, actually.”

 

“Reeeaaly? Well then I suppose it's a good thing we're having one now!”

 

The blonde teacher that Twist doesn't know rolls her eyes at Celestia's somewhat ditzy sounding reply.

 

“Now Twist, I think you know most of the staff, but I'll introduce you all the same.”

 

Celestia goes around the table in turn until she finishes with the mystery blonde who turns out to be Ms. Harshwhinny. Luna begins pouring cups full of piping hot tea and passing them around.

 

“I hope you all like this. It's my favorite blend,” the vice principle gushes.

 

Some biscotti are also handed out and for a few minutes they all simply enjoy their tea.

 

“So, Ms. Cheerilee tells me that you are quite adept when it comes to the domestic arts.” Luna inquires of Twist.

 

“Mn. Yes. I really enjoy baking and cooking. My mom tells me I should be a chef or something.”

 

“Being a chef is rough work.” Ms. Harshwhinny retorts. “My brother was a line cook for a while. Bunch'a mouthy bastards he had to work with.”

 

Twist is momentarily taken aback by the salty language coming out of the teacher's mouth. Then Nurse Redheart chimes in. “It was the same for me when I worked in hospitals. You wouldn't believe the creeps that would try to get into your knickers.”

 

”Not like here, huh?” Raven says, “Here the boys just stare at you and are too afraid to do anything.”

 

All the faculty snickers at the secretary's words.

 

Twist is amazed at what she is hearing and wonders if this how the staff normally talks to each other when students aren't around. Finally the principal takes mercy on their young guest.

 

“Now now, let's tone it down a notch. We don't want one of our students to get the wrong idea.”

 

Ms. Harshwhinny hands her cup back to Luna, then looks at the youngster as though sizing her up.

 

“Your teacher tells us that you're quite the lifesaver, helping out with your class. Frankly, I wouldn't trust most of the students here to keep breathing without proper instruction, let alone trust a seventh grader to help me run my classroom." The older teacher's tone is condescending, almost sarcastic. "You must be a very hard worker, hmmmn?”

 

“I, um...” Twist looks around for help, unsure of how to answer such a question.

 

She looks up into the kindly face of Ms. Cheerilee who prompts her.

 

“Twist likes to help her mom.”

 

“Yes” the girl haltingly continues. “My... mom and I live by ourselves, you see. And she has to work. So I help out around the house. And when I was younger I used to go with her to help clean houses.”

 

“Cleaning houses?” Harshwhinny interrupts. “Wasn't that hard work for a little girl?”

 

“Oh, no! It was actually kind of fun. We would sing while we worked. All our customers called us the 'Dusting Divas'.”

 

“I see. And does your mother still work as a cleaning lady?”

 

“No, she got a different job. It pays better. But she kind of has to work late most of the time.”

 

“And is that why you can cook so well? Lot's of practice?”

 

Twist can't believe how persistent this lady is!

 

“Yes. She gets home really tired so I make supper most nights. But it's fine! I really do like to cook. And it makes her happy when I do...” Twist trails off and fidgets with her spectacles, hoping for a reprieve from her interrogator.

 

After a moment Ms. Harshwhinny speaks and the words that come out of her mouth are rather thoughtful.

 

“Well, that definitely sounds like the kind of person I'd let run my class.”

 

Twist looks up in surprised to see the older woman giving her a thin smile.

 

“Mmn. So would I.” Celestia agrees. “Now. Are we all ready for some dessert?”

 

The principal waits as every woman nods her head in the affirmative.

 

“How about you, my dear?” The principal asks her young guest directly. “Ready for something... wonderful?”

 

With the breathless way the amazonian administrator says it, Twist gets the feeling that she's being asked a far more important question than if she simply wants a sweet treat. Holding the principal's gaze, she nods her head yes.

 

“Excellent! Luna, Raven if you would?”

 

The vice-principal and secretary walk over to the classroom refrigerator and return with a platter and a stack of dishes.

 

“I hope you all like cheesecake.” Raven passes a dish that already has a slice on it down to Cheerilee who passes it to Twist.

 

When Twist tries to continue passing it around, Nurse Redheart demurs. “No dear, you keep that one. I'll get another.”

 

The well-mannered girl waits until everyone finally gets a slice before she picks up her fork. The cheesecake looks heavenly. It has the reddest cherry she has ever seen sitting on top while the cake itself is slightly pink.

 

Maybe its raspberry flavored?

 

She stabs a small piece and puts it too her lips. Twist actually moans a bit, it is so good.

 

Embarrassed, she looks around and sees that all eyes are on her.

 

“Don't worry my dear,” Luna reassures her. “I had the same reaction when I first tried it.”

 

All the others nod their heads in agreement and go back to eating their cake. The seventh grader pushes down her chagrin and starts chewing her mouthful of cheesecake.

 

Again the flavor hits her full force. It's as though it is flowing into her. She swallows and a pleasant warmth finds its way into her stomach.

 

If she were paying attention, the girl would find that all of her nervousness has vanished as if by magic. But magic is precisely what is preventing Twist from noticing any of the changes around, or to, her. She's only half paying attention when Celestia next speaks.

 

“Now Cheery, I'm a bit surprised at you.”

 

“Oh, why's that?”

 

“I thought you told me that Twist here was an underclassman.”

 

“Did I?”

 

“Hm, maybe I misheard you. Tell me dear.” the principal addresses Twist herself. “What size bra do you wear?”

 

In any other setting this question would cause Twist to absolutely die of embarrassment but the enchantment now in her brain makes it seem like a perfectly reasonable thing to ask.

 

So she casually responds, “A 28-D.”

 

“See,” Celestia crows. “She's so mature. There's simply no way that she's an underclassman. Not with those measurements.”

 

“Yep, you must have heard me wrong or something.” Cheerilee agrees. “She's so grown-up I totally can't picture her in a class of seventh graders, you know?”

 

Twist finds herself nodding along with what she is hearing.

 

It's true. She IS a lot more mature than all the other girls in the seventh grade. The eighth grade too, to be honest. So she must be older.

 

Right?

 

The magic in her limbs begins to stretch them outward inch by inch as her torso also gradually lengthens. The roundness of her face begins to recede into the sharper contours of an older teenager.

 

Her clothes, the baggy jeans and long sleeve knit top that she's wearing, loose some of their slack. Twist's behind plumps up a bit, giving her previously flat rear more volume. Meanwhile, the conical mounds of flesh inside her bra start to lose some of their adolescent form as they fill out into more developed, rounded shapes.

 

As Twist the seventh grader blossoms into Twist the ninth grader, all the bimbos sitting at the table give each other congratulatory looks.

 

“How is the cake dear?” asks Luna.

 

Twist opens her eyes and looks down at her cheese cake.

 

That wonderful, delicious cheesecake.

 

“It's really good.”

 

She takes another bite.

 

As the next burst of flavor overloads her critical thinking centers, Ms. Harshwhinny compliments the young woman.

 

“You know, I'm impressed that you can help run a class. You must be a natural at getting others to listen to what you want them to do.”

 

“I am?” That didn't sound right at all.

 

“I'm sure of it. But then, you are a bit like me. You've always been bigger than your classmates. I know from experience that makes it easier to get them to listen to you. Even the big jocks and upperclassmen will listen to a woman if they find her intimidating.”

 

Again, Twist is only half listening to what the teacher is saying. The magic in her veins, however, is listening very intently.

 

“Upperclassmen, jocks?” she asks hazily.

 

“Of course, I know you're not the kind of girl to let that fabulous body of yours go to waste. I bet you're like me and like to lift a few weights, eh? Work out some of your frustration by pumping some iron?”

 

“Mnnn.” Twist murmurs in agreement and her proportions shift once again.

 

Her height increases by several more inches as her back and limbs start to thicken.

 

It had been hard to find a sport that she could really enjoy with her hard-to-handle howitzers heaving all over the place. Fortunately, one of the coaches suggested weight lifting in ninth grade and she found that it was definitely something she enjoys. The pleasant burn of exercise; plus any boy that tries to cop an unwanted feel ends up with a very sore hand when she gets done with it!

 

She can feel her posture change as her musculature increases. Sure, she's no body builder but she loves the surprise on everyone's face any time she strips off her sweater and reveals her trim waist and toned arms. It also helps with lugging around the extra weight on her chest.

 

“Tsk tsk, Whinny.” Nurse Redheart cuts off Twist's train of thought. “There are other ways for a woman to be physically intimidating. I'm not that tall compared to you but I do have these babies!” She pats her stout bosom.

 

Harshwhinny rolls her eyes. “Oh boy, here we go.”

 

The school health specialist nudges the young woman sitting beside her. “Eat your cake dear.”

 

Reminded of the fabulous dessert in front of her, the tenth grader takes another effervescent bite.

 

“Now I know that we all have pretty nice racks.” Twist believes that Nurse Redheart is making a bit of an understatement. “So I think we can all agree that nothing stops a man in his tracks quite like a huge pair of tits!”

 

The women all signal their agreement. Even Harshwhinny finally concedes the point and nods her head.

 

The ebullient nurse asks the tenth grader to her right when she started developing. Again the magic in the cake softens the question and makes it nothing more than a casual inquiry.

 

“Uh, fifth grade.”

 

“Oh my! And you've just been growing ever since, it looks like. Why, I'd be surprised if you've ever had a boy look you in the face when he introduces himself.”

 

As her words roll around in Twist's head, suddenly a lot of things click into place. The way the boys act towards her, their looks, the way Archer gets all nervous around her.

 

They aren't weirded out by her body. They're fascinated by it!

 

Of course, thinking about those seventh grade boys that she helps instruct sometimes makes her grin. They probably don't get a lot of face (or chest) time with a boobalicious sophomore girl like her.

 

Thinking of those little boys and their slack jawed stares causes Twist to chuckle, which in turn causes her to come down off of her magically induced high for a moment.

 

She looks around at the women sitting at the table.

 

They all know what it's like to be big. To have the eyes of horny boys pouring over every inch of their curves. They've all been dealing with those lustful stares a lot longer than she has.

 

It's one of the reasons she likes hanging out with this more experienced clique. Certainly, she still has a long ways to go before she measures up to their mature examples. But someday...

 

She mindlessly takes another bite of her cheesecake.

 

“You know that goes double for the girls.” Redheart continues. “Nothing lets these young tarts know that you're in charge like having them look at you and see just how much catching up they have to do.”

 

Without warning, the lusty nurse reaches over and seeks out Twist's left nipple. Even through the thick fabric of the shirt and bra, her deft hand finds its target and goes to work. As she massages the sensitive bump, Cheerilee squeals with delight and joins her friend by attacking the young woman's right nipple.

 

Again, the magic reassures Twist that this is perfectly fine behavior.

 

And it feels so goooood!

 

The molester on her left leans in close to her ear. “Now I'd be willing to bet that you know how that feels don't you? Seeing that look of inferiority on those junior girl's faces. Senior girls too. Knowing that your tits are way bigger than theirs are.”

 

Twist's pointed peaks are aching. She DOES know what the nurse is talking about.

 

It's hard to remember a time when she hasn't had the biggest breasts around. Twist huffs as the memories flood into her.

 

True, when she entered high school she had some growing to do but she soon caught up with all those arrogant older girls. Now her turgid nipples are so swollen that they're literally pulsing in time with her heartbeat.

 

Both of the tarts tweaking Twist's tips grin toothily as they feel their victim's mammaries start to push out aggressively. The student's overtaxed bra transforms as well, fabric shifting from a previously full-cup model into a demi-cup in a desperate attempt to stay ahead of the girl's growth.

 

“Oh and don't forget all those really big girls too.” Cheerilee coos. “You're totally bigger than them, aren't you?”

 

That causes the now-junior girl to frown. For so long she had been the pillow-princess of Canterlot High but now, somehow, there are all these girls walking around that give her a run for her money!

 

Her breathing speeds up and her chest starts heaving so much that her nipples slip from the fingers of the two sluts sitting next to her. Twist realizes that these classmates of hers, Lyra, Bon Bon, Pinkie Pie, and Sweetleaf, to name a few, all look bigger in her mind's eye than she knows herself to be.

 

“That can't be right.” she mutters. “That can't be right!”

 

The gasping girl arches her back as her breasts spasm and expand with the speed of a popping popcorn kernel. The bimbo spell wends its way through her bra and quietly causes the shoulder straps to give out. Her chest heaves forward as the cups on the defeated lingerie work their way down her rapidly inflating balloons.

 

“That's better.” she thinks, but it's still not enough.

 

She pictures a few other girls that still seem to outclass her, ridiculous as that notion is. Girls like Applejack and Rarity.

 

The beads poking out of her shirt pulse harder as her ta-tas bloat to the size of volley balls.

 

And then there's Fluttershy, with her overfilled milk bags. They may be huge compared to most, but bigger than her own corpulent chi-chis?

 

Not a chance!

 

Twist gasps out loud as her gazongas grow like watermelons in a time-lapsed film, her thick pointers pushing against the fabric of her top as each tit stretches into an elongated shape that swoops out dramatically from her torso.

 

“Yessss.” she hisses as years of frustration and hurt feelings find vent in her incredible expansion.

 

Getting a bit worried, Cheerilee starts to rub her former pupil's back but Twist is so intent on finishing what she has started that she doesn't even notice the teacher's ministrations. There is only one classmate that still outshines her.

 

Trixie.

 

She can picture the pale haired hoochie mincing her way down the hall, lording it over the rest of the school with those beach balls she calls breasts. Well, not for long.

 

This time it isn't just her nipples that throb, but her entire chest. The transforming young woman feels the unpleasant sensation of her glands getting fuller and heavier, as though they are pumping up with pressure and it's impossible to find relief. Right when the sensation starts to change from discomfort to outright pain, Twist feels something shift and her mountainous mams surge once again.

 

As before, they jump out even further from her chest but this time they don't retain their torpedo-like shape. Instead, they begin to fatten up, swelling on all sides into terrific teardrop shapes.

 

Twist's underbust grows a bit faster, causing the glass cutters capping her breasts to point slightly upward. Each one of her nipples is now the size of a large thimble and about the same shape too. Their erect points strain her knit top near to its breaking point.

 

The bottoms of her bloated boobs slide down her ribcage, taking up more and more space along her torso until, mercifully, the magic exhausts itself and her pleasure mounds halt their increase in size. The newly endowed young woman gasps as she is released from her trance.

 

Both women on either side of her lean in to support Twist as she reels from the unnatural changes to her anatomy. They whisper encouragement and stroke her hair as muscles and memory shift to handle the impressive new front she has gained in the past few minutes. After a couple more moments the busty senior sits up strait and looks at her new breasts for the first time.

 

She is absolutely gigantic!

 

Looking up, it dawns on her that she is now actually on par with the hyper-busty women sitting in the room with her. But then, something suggests to her that it's been that way for a while now.

 

One of the reasons she's even having lunch with these adults is because of her extreme development. She recalls that back when she was tearing through a new cup size seemingly every week, Cheerilee had become something of a mentor on the subject of owning big bazooms.

 

That had led to her becoming an in-class teacher's assistant and through that she had gotten to know more of the female staff and now often joins them for their little lunch breaks. Some of her classmates joke that she's actually an honorary staff member given that she's always hanging out with the older women and the fact that her shirt-stretchers are a match for any one of them.

 

The seventeen year-old glances at Principal Celestia's barely restrained funbags.

 

Well, almost any one of them.

 

Thinking how marvelous it is to be surrounded by women who understand what it's like to be so insanely endowed, she looks down at her dessert. Still a few more bites left, plus that delectable looking cherry.

 

Deciding to save that for last, she pushes it to the side. She takes another bite; a big one this time.

 

Raven gives Twist a sly look.

 

“With a chassis like that I'll bet you cause some traffic jams at your campus, huh?” the secretary teases.

 

The young woman grimaces in confusion as her lips puff up into pleasing little pillows.

 

“Wha- I don't...”

 

“You know, your campus? Where you go to college?”

 

“College?”

 

“~Sigh~ You've been acting as a teaching assistant for all the home-ec classes, right?”

 

Actually, Twist thinks, it's just been the one. No, wait. She HAS been TA-ing for all the home-ec classes.

 

Like, how could she have forgotten?

 

She's such a ditz sometimes!

 

“And CHS policy clearly states that only people working on their teaching certificates can TA for regular classes. So you have to be attending college. In fact, didn't I hear that you're attending Canterlot-U?”

 

The dark haired beauty's words echo around in Twist's head as the potent bimbo magic does its work. Reality lurches as several key facts about the former high school girl's life changes radically.

 

Yes, she has been going to Canterlot University as an education major. She decided to stay local so that she could live at home with her mom-

 

A dull twinge fires in her temples, causing her to wince.

 

No, that's right. The woman she's picturing is actually her older sister, although she's certainly been a motherly figure to her in the past. Twist had moved in with her after that bastard of a husband left her sis to go chase after some floozy. Sissy is actually helping her out with some of the costs of attending so that Twist can go full time.

 

They are inseparable; as close as two sisters can be.

 

Except for the whole swapping-clothes thing. That ended waaay back in sixth grade when the precocious girl outgrew her sister's bras!

 

Yep, her sister is sooo cool. Twist really doesn't express often enough how much she means to her. Maybe when she gets home tonight she can...

 

“So, going back to my original question,” Raven leers. “are the boys, like, constantly after you or what?”

 

“Um, yeah.” the co-ed nods her head. “I see lots of boys. Go to lots of parties. They're all so cute. The way they all try to get with me...”

 

Harshwhinny leans in conspiratorially, “I'll bet those guys aren't afraid of your size.”

 

“Oh, no waaay...”

 

The statuesque college freshman gains a few more inches in height and the large glasses resting on her nose contort and refine themselves into a smaller, more elegant design with oval frames.

 

The woman Twist has been TA-ing for hums thoughtfully.

 

“Like, I remember my first year in college. Do you remember that Red?”

 

“Of course I do, Cheery, that's where I met you after all.”

 

“Oh, duh!”

 

“Humph. I also remember you complaining about putting on the freshman 15. Although in your case it was more like the freshman 20!”

 

“Oh I know. That was so bad! I'm just glad it all went to my hips and ass.”

 

The ditzy dame puts her hands on either side of her broad hips and rubs them a bit for emphasis.

 

“Kind of evened out my figure, ya know?”

 

Twist feels her own butt start to spread out over her seat. Gentle popping motions reverberate throughout her lower body as her hips widen and flare out from her thin waist. The baggy dungarees that she is accustomed to wearing morph into a pair a low rise jeans that inch down her backside.

 

That's another thing she has to thank her sister for. She had convinced her younger sibling to change her style of underwear before she started her first semester at university.

 

“After all,” Sissy had argued, “when you have an ass that's that amazing you can't have panty lines showing through your jeans. Gross!”

 

The plain cotton underwear cutting into Twist's swelling ass-cheeks stretches and thins as it rides up her butt-crack and becomes a skimpy thong. The magically magnified derrière finishes reshaping itself by rounding out into a perfectly huge heart shape, causing her hiphuggers to creak ominously.

 

The co-ed sighs in relief.

 

Her lower back and taught midriff are now quite exposed thanks to her hourglass figure pulling the clothes away from her middle. Without thinking she reaches down with both hands and grabs the strings of her thong. She hitches them up over her hip bones where she usually wears them.

 

Why wear lingerie at all if you're not going to show off, right?

 

She looks down at her cake. Mostly crust left.

 

She takes another bite.

 

Twist is almost surprised when Redheart snakes a hand down her back and cups one of the young woman's generous butt-cheeks.

 

“You know the best part about having a huge ass? More cushion for the pushin'!”

 

Red gives her own her hips a lewd thrust into the air.

 

Harshwhinny snips, “Not all of us spread our legs for every Tom, Dick, and Harry you know. Some of us have standards."

 

“Oh yes, I've seen your standards. They're swinging pretty young these days, eh?”

 

The mature blonde folds her arms under her copious cum-targets, forcing them up and almost out of her jacket.

 

“Hmph! That's the pot calling the kettle black, isn't it?”

 

“So you're saying that you'd leave a guy hanging?”

 

“I didn't say that. But there are all the other ways to get a guy off if you don't want him inside you.”

 

Twist surprises herself by asking aloud, “Like how?”

 

The unexpected question seems to distract Harshwhinny for a moment and Cheerilee jumps in.

 

“There's all kinds of things!” she starts to tick items off on her fingers. “There's hand-jobs and blow-jobs. OH! And of course...” the tall teacher leans in and pokes one of her former student's massive man-pleasers. “There are tit-fucks.”

 

New memories worm their way into Twist's mind. When she entered college, the freshman knew that if she wanted to be popular with the boys then she'd have to give them a little something-something.

 

And boy has she ever!

 

She purses her lips as they take on an outlandishly bee-stung appearance. Bright pink lipstick coats her puffy pouters while thick, bold make-up spreads across her cheeks and the borders of her eyes.

 

The accommodating co-ed has given out so many 'jobs' both manual and oral that she might as well be a temp agency at this point. But as good as she is with her hands and mouth, it's her skill with her chest rockets that's gotten Twist the title of Canterlot-U's tit-fucking queen!

 

She rolls her shoulders and revels in the sensation of her pontoons rubbing against one another as she recalls all the fun she's had.

 

“Yes I'm sure you can make any guy's night. But what I want to know,” Raven presses, “is have you had any 'proper liaisons'. You know, some stud plowing your fertile fields with his fecund seed?”

 

The principal laughs. “Oh Raven! You read way too many trashy romance novels. I'm sure that any woman who has committed herself to the domestic arts, as Peppermint has, is surely looking for Mr. Right to be her first time.”

 

Mr. Right. Twist likes the sound of that. She has always been a romantic at heart, after all. Surely, she's saving her v-card for that one special guy who can make her heart pound and her pussy quiver.

 

Not that she's a prude or anything. The number of batteries her vibrators go thought are proof enough of that. But there's just something about the idea of finally finding 'the one' and presenting her unbroken maidenhead to his proud thrusting length that really gets her going.

 

Maybe it's, like, her fetish or something?

 

Whatever.

 

She takes another bite of scrumptious graham cracker crust.

 

“Well I am glad we were able to acquire you're services Peppermint. I wasn't sure what we were going to do when the previous teacher left.” Luna opines.

 

Twist opens her mouth to say something but a word that the vice-principal says catches her attention.

 

“You called me Peppermint?” she slurs.

 

“Of course,” the blue haired woman laughs gaily. “We've all gotten to know you so well these past few semesters that you're more like a friend than a TA. It really doesn't feel right to call you by your last name.”

 

The teacher's assistant is touched. Usually only family members call her by her first name. Even her close friends hardly call her that. Friends like, well… she can't really think of any at the moment. For some reason her mind flashes to that one seventh grader she instructs, Apple Bloom.

 

Now why would she be thinking of her?

 

Twist is very fond of the student despite all the trouble she and her pals get into but that's all the little girl is really, just a student. And Twist? She's a grown woman. Mature enough to be on a first name basis with all these confident, sexy bombshells!

 

Cheerilee rubs Twist's shoulder. “You don't mind, do you you Peppermint?”

 

She looks at the lady that she's been working with for the past few months and recalls how the two actually met during Twist's junior year at Cantelot-U.

 

“Of course not Cheery!”

 

And she means it. Her and Cheerilee are pretty tight. It was because of this fun-loving woman that Twist decided to apply to C.H.S. for her classroom training. In fact, she really should take her up on that offer to join her and Redheart for a night on the town sometime.

 

Peppermint Twist reaches down with her fork. One more bite left and then she gets to pop that cherry!

 

Tittering at her perverted pun, she takes the last bite of crust. As the pleasant thrum of the bimbo magic returns, Luna asks how she's looking forward to finally having a class of her own next semester.

 

“My own, but Cheery...?”

 

“Feels good to have finally graduated, doesn't it?” Cheerilee winks.

 

For sure. She remembers her elation at getting her diploma and her teaching certificate. Looking at Principal Celestia, she remembers her interview for a permanent teaching position. Based on her work as a TA, she naturally got the job.

 

Next semester will be her first as a proper teacher. It won't be easy but she's looking forward to it, sharing her knowledge with the kids and showing them what they need to know.

 

“Yeah. I feel like I still have so much to learn but I'm stoked to be on my own next semester...”

 

Nurse Redheart pats her future co-worker on the back. “Just remember to nurture your student, dear. In any way that you need to.”

 

“And don't be afraid to hand out discipline,” Harshwhinny adds. “For their own good.”

 

Cheery leans over and pulls Twist into a sideways hug, letting their sweater puppies rub up against one another other.

 

“Like, I just know that you'll be able to educate them properly!”

 

”Of course,” Twist smiles.

 

When she's done with her female students, they'll definitely know how to best please their men. Both domestically and in all other aspects of life.

 

And the boys?

 

They're going to need instruction too. Very hands on instruction.

 

Celestia claps her hands together in a delighted fashion.

 

“Very good,” she enthuses, “I knew that hiring you was the right decision.”

 

The rest of the faculty look on with approval.

 

“Gosh, I don't know what to say.” Twist looks down her plate.

 

Trying to think of something to express her gratitude for the kind welcome, the soon-to-be member of the staff finally pops the succulent cherry into her mouth.

 

She bites into it and the world around her explodes.

 

As the largest dose of bimbo magic yet courses though her system, the much transformed female's body goes into overdrive. She grows taller and her frame more voluptuous. The tortured bra-band clinging to her ribcage finally gives up the ghost as the hooks pull apart. Her ass and hips strain against her jeans until they look as though they're painted on.

 

Dangly earrings with little enameled candy canes pop into being on her ears. Her hair, which had been quite curly as a girl, relaxes a bit and becomes a mass of wavy, kinky red locks. Sex hair, as her sister calls it. Pieces of her sleeves detach and form into gaudy bangles on her wrists.

 

The knit fabric of her shirt splits down the front, forming a deep v-neck. Just in time too, as it relieves pressure from her jumbo jubblies as they start to rise again like twin loaves of bread.

 

As Harshwhinny said, the growing gal's always had the biggest knockers wherever she goes. And as she pants and stares at Celestia's heavenly globes, she can't see a reason why that would change now.

 

The fabric of her top narrows as the bottom hem of the garment pulls away from her chest wall, allowing her puny, broken bra to drop into her lap. Her nips engorge in size until they're as big as the large rubber stoppers used with the test tubes in the science lab. The raised areolas surrounding them relax and spread out until they're the size of camera lenses. The last thing she hears is the sound of tearing cloth as her stupendous udders come tumbling out of her ruined top.

 

As the prodigious paps out-swell her boss's bust line, Twist feels herself drifting farther and farther away. She finds herself floating in a kind of pink haze. Shapes form in the mist and drift near the edge of her vision.

 

She can't be sure but she thinks they are scenes from her life. One shape in particular seems to take clearer form as it wafts its way into her line of sight. It's a large bubble and she sees herself reflected in its surface.

 

But not her as she is now.

 

No, it's Peppermint Twist as a little girl.

 

A seventh grader who doesn't have many friends. Who has a bustline that belongs on an adult woman but doesn't know how to handle the attention it garners her. A girl who is competent at so many things but is held back by her youth.

 

As the bubble draws closer, grows sharper, Twist realizes that this is another life she's looking at. It's a life that she could be living right now.

 

Not the life of a worldly adult woman, but that of an innocent young girl.

 

And she can have that life, something teases. All she has to do is reach out and take it.

 

Twist drifts along as she ponders that ephemeral offer. She could slip into that life, be that naive little child...

 

But why would she want to?

 

Her eyes close as the bubble containing that other reality drifts away and dissolves into the pink haze. She can feel her own reality begin to exert itself as she returns to consciousness.

 

“...Peppermint, Pepper? Can you hear me?” Red's voice pierces through the fog.

 

Twist notices that she's lying on the couch in the back of the home-ec classroom.

 

Her classroom.

 

At least is has been for the last semester. And though it's been a lot of work, being a teacher is everything she could have hoped for. In her mind's eye, all the students that she presides over seem to change the way they look at her, becoming more deferential. Any doubts she had before about her abilities as an instructor slip away along with her past girlhood.

 

“Yes, I'm fine.” Peppermint assures all the worried faces gathered around her. “Just got a little dizzy, is all.”

 

She rolls on her side to aid in getting up. It's not easy wrestling such ginormous jugs into submission!

 

She's bare chested but that doesn't bother her at all. With norks are as big as hers, clothes have come to be somewhat optional over the years.

 

Honestly, how her boobs have managed to remain so buoyant all this time without support is beyond her. Although it is rather convenient considering she hates wearing bras.

 

Feeling recovered, Peppermint sits up and swings her shapely legs over the side of the couch and stands up. When her feet touch the ground the magic in her body zips out through her feet, leaving her with a pair of four inch platforms.

 

Rather sensible shoes, at least considering present company.

 

The bimbo spell changes the room around them, bringing it more in line with what its mistress believes a proper home-ec classroom should look like. Lots of pink and white paints the walls, while lace curtains drape themselves over every window.

 

Plenty of 'special' supplies also fill a few of the locked cabinets. After all, can't have her impressionable students playing with those implements until they're ready for them.

 

As that work goes on, a piece of the enchantment breaks off and goes hurtling down the phone lines. A moment later, across town, Peppermint's older sister finds herself wondering why she was thinking about how much she hates pregnancy stretch marks when she clearly has none.

 

Back at CHS the principal hands Peppermint a blue swath of fabric.

 

"Here's your top. When you fainted we thought you might breathe easier if your chest wasn't constricted."

 

"Thanks. That's good thinking." she takes the stretchy tubetop and slips it over her head.

 

After a bit of a struggle, she somehow manages to stuff her thrusting tits into the stretchy garment. The full sized tubetop, huge as it is, looks more like a tube bra as it completely exposes her mid-section. A mid-section that is mostly covered by her ridiculously oversized headlights.

 

When Peppermint is (sort of) decent again Celestia clears her throat and looks a little sheepish.

 

"And now I have a little confession to make. I had intended to have a welcome party for you earlier, but with all the craziness as of late this was the first chance I've had to put anything together. So let me officially welcome you, Ms. Peppermint Twist, to the staff of Canterlot High School."

 

The rest of the gathered women give a small round of applause.

 

"Hmn." muses Luna. "I think we should all give her a 'proper welcome'."

 

"Ooo! Me first!" cries Cheerilee.

 

She coos as she grabs the newest addition to their ranks and pulls her into an embrace. Peppermint Twist is pretty tall but both Celestia and Cheerilee are taller, so she angles her head up as the smiling seductress wraps her in a sloppy, tongue-heavy kiss.

 

When she finally pulls away, the former home-ec teacher whispers to the new one, “Welcome to the club.”

 

“Mmn. Thanks.”

 

Red approaches and follows her friend's lead. As they french, the feisty nurse rests both her hands on either side of Peppermint's protruding ass, although she's not sure how the top heavy nurse manages to do so considering how much boob there is between the two of them.

 

Raven is next and her enthusiastic smooch tastes of spearmint. As she fondles the administrative assistant's astonishing ass, Peppermint is glad that her own booty isn't nearly as large.

 

To be sure, she's got an hourglass figure, but she's happy with the fact that the sand resides mostly in the top half, so to speak. Mainly because the home-ec teacher likes wearing jeans and she's pretty sure that would be impossible if she had a butt as bodacious as the broad-bottomed secretary.

 

The vice-principal is all softness and finesse as she locks lips on her new subordinate.

 

"I look forward to working with you more closely.” she whispers, sending a shiver down Peppermint's spine.

 

Before giving her new co-worker the same greeting as the rest of her comrades, Harshwhinny dons the first genuine smile that Peppermint can remember seeing on the disciplinarian's face.

 

“I'm glad you're here. I just know you're going to be a credit to this institution.”

 

With that said, the elder blonde leans in. There's no fancy technique, just a good solid kiss with a strong tongue backing it up.

 

Finally it's Celestia's turn.

 

She may have smaller melons than her new employee, but there is no question who's in charge. The titanic jezebel leans down several inches and gives Peppermint a kiss that blows her away. She doesn't even know how to describe it. It's sort of like a warm fuzzy feeling.

 

Right as they pull apart, the bell rings signaling the end of the lunch hour.

 

“Back to the grindstone.” Luna quips.

 

“For reals.” agrees Raven.

With the erotic enchantment having well and truly run its course, the staff begins to file out the door.

 

“If you need anything, let me know.” Cheery says.

 

By the time the second bell rings the new home-economics teacher is sitting behind her desk thinking about how nice it is that the rest of the faculty would go to all that trouble to welcome her in such a fashion.

 

She glances up at the clock, remembering that she doesn't have a class this period.

 

“What to do...” she thinks.

 

Looking around, her eyes eventually fall upon the broad expanse of cleavage revealed by her poor stressed top. Suddenly desiring to examine her breasts, Peppermint tugs at her shirt until it slips down around her waist, exposing her chest.

 

She's always been pleased with the color of her titties. Pale creamy flesh capped by a dusky, rose color.

 

The curious woman wraps both hands around her right mam and manages to wrestle the fleshy mass up and around until its fat bullseye is facing her mouth. Leaning forward an inch, the newly minted sexpot wraps her luscious lips around the pink protrusion and gives a strong suck.

 

”Mmmnnn..." she moans as the nub stiffens, "I wish everything tasted as good.”

 

To think, when she had first started developing all those years ago she had actually been resentful of her wonderful whoppers!

 

She continues to tongue the outsized teat as her arousal grows. The fiery sensation increasing below her belly is one that is very familiar to her and yet, somehow, is way more urgent today.

 

It's like she hasn't gotten off in forever!

 

Attacking her nipple with renewed fervor, Peppermint increases the suction until the heavy hooter hangs suspended from her mouth. With her hands now free the wanton woman slips one of them down to the zipper on her jeans while the other reaches into her desk for a familiar battery powered device. Flicking it on, the randy teacher drops her hanging right tit and guides the whirring vibrator to her moist nipple.

 

“I know what I'm doing until next period.”

 

For the next hour the only things that come out of the school's home-ec room are the sounds of sucking, moaning, panting, buzzing, and the occasional cry of ecstasy.

 

...

 

The next morning every one is revisiting their baking projects from earlier in the week.

 

After carefully handing out recipes that she feels are suited to the skill level of each student, Peppermint roams around the tables, correcting her pupils where needed and praising them where warranted.

 

“Now be sure to score the loaf this time” the instructor reminds Silver Spoon.

 

“Yes ma'am.”

 

“Uh-huh, that looks right Diamond Tiara. I can't wait to see how it turns out.”

 

The rich slut looks up at her teacher and grins.

 

“Thanks Ms. Twist!”

 

Returning her pupil's smile, Peppermint thinks, “Oh, I know you fool the other faculty with that smile. But you can't fool me. I've had to deal with rich bitches like you my whole life.”

 

Still, as long as the brat's behaving, that's what's really important.

 

She moves on to the trio of terrorists that inhabit her class.

 

“Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle, what are you doing?”

 

“Well, we wuz thinkin' that this no-bake fudge recipe has oatmeal in it.”

 

“And, like, who puts oatmeal in a desert? Bleh!”

 

“So we were thinking we could replace the oatmeal with rice crispies?”

 

Peppermint leans back on her heels and glares down at the threesome.

 

“I've told you before, you can't go changing the recipe willy-nilly. How do you know it won't be good? You haven't even tried it.”

 

The girls hang their heads.

 

“Yes, ma'am.”

 

Sigh. “I tell you what if you make a batch with oatmeal, I'll let you try it using the rice crispies, OK?”

 

Immediately their frowns turn upside down and the three little bimbos-in-training continue working on their chocolatey dessert.

 

Moving over to the side of the room where the boys tend to congregate, she spies Archer weaving some strips of dough to form the top of a pie. She bends over at the waist until her mouth is level with the boys ear and places her hands on her thighs to brace herself against the weight of her jiggling jugs.

 

“That's very good." she praises. "Share a slice with me when it's done?”

 

“Sure thing Ms. Twiiiii....." The sentence dies in his throat as he glances at his teacher and sees her half-exposed chest cushions dangling before his eyes.

 

“I look forward to it.” the teasing teacher takes delight in watching as the boy's gaze follows the gentle ripple of her pudding-like cleavage.

 

“He's so cute with his little crush.” she thinks. “If that pie is half as good as I hope it is then I may have to reward him with a little 'hands on course work' after school. Tee hee hee.”

 

Suddenly the smell of burnt sugar meets her nose.

 

“Snips! Snails! Whatever you're doing, stop it immediately!”

 

…

 

Epilogue:

 

Pinkie Pie approaches Peppermint's desk.

 

“You wanted to see me Ms. Twist?”

 

“I did. Have a seat. Now Ms. Cheerilee tells me that you're planning a bake sale?”

 

“Oh,” Pinkie starts to fidget. “Well, you know, we're thinking of raising some funds. For the school.”

 

“Is it true that you're trying to do body painting with the girls using frosting?”

 

“Ummm, yes?”

 

“What kind of frosting?”

 

Pinkie does a double take. She isn't expecting this type of question.

 

“Uh, cream cheese frosting.”

 

“Tsk. And you didn't think to involve me?”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“That sort of frosting isn't going to work at all. It will melt and run off your models because of their body heat. Here, I have some other things you can try.”

 

She gets up and saunters over to one of the tables.

 

“So you mean you'll help us?”

 

The home-ec teacher turns and smirks.

 

“Of course! When it comes to things like bake sales who else are you going to rely upon?"

 

The lusty redhead absently rubs a hand along her plump thigh and gives her new protégé a friendly wink.

 

"Besides, I think I know of some faculty members who might even like to participate!"

 

End