Classroom Swelling (Patreon)

Emily had only meant to look a little better in her yoga shorts.

She’d swallowed the two pink capsules from Swelling Studios twenty minutes before Professor Harlan’s 10 a.m. physiology lecture, figuring the “extreme curve enhancer” would give her a subtle, perky lift. Nothing crazy. Just enough to feel sexy when she walked past the front row.

She was wrong.

Halfway through the lecture, while she was bent over her desk scribbling notes, the warmth hit.

It started as a low, syrupy heat deep in her glutes—like someone had poured warm oil inside her muscles. Emily stiffened. The feeling pulsed once, twice, then swelled outward in heavy, rhythmic throbs.

“Oh… fuck,” she breathed.

Her teal boyshorts were already tight. Now they were becoming obscene.

Each throb pushed her ass outward with wet, stretching pressure. The fabric groaned. Her cheeks rounded, then ballooned, surging bigger, heavier, impossibly soft yet rock-firm underneath. The shorts slid upward helplessly as her hips widened and her ass exploded outward in two thick, jiggling spheres that knocked against the edge of the desk.

Rippppp.

The waistband snapped. The shorts were yanked downward by the sheer weight of her growing cheeks, sliding down her thighs in one humiliating tug. Cool classroom air kissed suddenly bare skin. Her bare, swelling ass—now easily three feet across—wobbled heavily, the lower curves hanging well below the desktop.

Emily’s face burned crimson. She could feel every eye in the room lock onto the obscene, glistening shelf of flesh behind her. The growth hadn’t stopped. Another deep, rolling surge made her new ass bounce and clap softly, the skin stretching taut and shiny.

She twisted her head over her shoulder, brown hair falling across wide, panicked eyes, lips parted in a perfect little “o” of shock.

It was still growing.

Thicker. Juicier. So heavy she had to grip the desk to stay upright. A helpless whimper slipped out as another pulse sent a hot gush of arousal straight to her clit.

The entire class had gone dead silent.

All they could see was Emily’s enormous, swelling ass completely bared, quivering, and still getting bigger with every heartbeat—stretching, lifting, rounding into a perfect, pornographic heart shape that dominated the entire back row.

And she couldn’t even pull her shorts back up.

Her massive ass wouldn’t let her.