School For Scandal Inspection

Another beautiful morning in the school beckoned. The sun was shining, and the frontage of the building was dappled in a May glow. It had just turned 8.30 am, and that meant that it was time for registration.

Ian White made a point of greeting his class at the door to his classroom every morning, and today, being second Wednesday in the month, was latex day. It was most of his students' favourite day as well. The girls looked forwards to dressing to impress. The exciting parade of gorgeous, latex, PVC and vinyl clad school girls that went into Ian's classroom never failed to excite him. The boys of his form group were similarly enthused. Hardly any of them bothered too much with the dress code themselves, all sporting gigantic erections as they entered the room amidst the female classmates cavorting salaciously, spanking their shiny asses, hefting the huge cans that were testing the tensile strength of the straps and cups of the glossy fetishwear that decorated their torsos as they rubbed oil into the material to make it gleam.

Ian did try to be polite as his students entered the classroom, but despite his best efforts at civility, he was often unable to refrain from vocalizing his assessment of the character of the student whores in his class.

'Fucking slut...' he growled as the aristocratic slut Jizzelle Cumshotte displayed her huge tits that were sticking out of a black latex bra that left the smooth round underboobs of her monstrous cans exposed, the golden hoop at the front that held the straps together clearly under severe pressure, her cleavage exposed.

Jizzelle got blasted with a pop of precum that shot from Ian's dick and glazed her ample chest. Instantly Nina 'Jugs' Bunny was next in line to receive identical treatment.

'Fucking dumb whore...'

Nina grinned, monster tits dripping with pre-ejac, and spanked her ass with a black gloved hand as she passed.

Ian's eighteen-inch fuck pole was dripping hot pre cum everywhere. Today he was particularly turned on. Latex day had, after all, been his idea.

There wasn't much time to do anything in registration, but Ian had quietened the class down quickly and embarked on quite an ambitious pre-lesson rollcall whereby he had insisted that all of the schoolgirl sluts in his class got in a line, bared their asses, and twerked their juicy, ripe, jiggling booties. The sight of the row of gleaming teenage butts popping and rippling, some enticingly encased in various colours of skintight latex, some semi-obscured, and some whole pairs of round cheeks bisected by only the briefest black gusset straps, was something to behold, and Ian was posed at one end of it, monster fuckpiece poking lewdly out of his groin, with the objective to see whether he would be able to project a precum lasso so long and voluminous that it splattered every single buttock on its journey.

'NNNN HGHGHHghGHhhh!!!!!!!!!'

SPLATTTTTTTTTTTTT

The answer was a resounding yes.

Just as Ian was wishing his class a good day, and each and every hot teen bimbo whore was filtering out into the corridor with a wet and gluey backside, the head of supply Gina Taylor hoved into view.

Gina was in a black shiny one-piece latex leotard style affair which had a broad slit to the waist so that her absolutely gigantic and perfectly spherical pair of tits could project out. It tied behind her neck.

The gorgeous vixen eyed Ian's dripping dong, but she elected to go all-business.

'Ian, I'm afraid I need to pull you away from your teaching schedule today, as something rather important has come up. Today, the school is going to have a visit from an inspector.'

'Shit,' said Ian, 'I knew this was too good to be true, it was only a matter of time before the police barged down the door and cuffed me!'

Gine rolled her eyes. 'Ian! Don't be a pussy. This is nothing to do with that. Everything that goes on here is completely above board. We are a private institution, that admits students only of age 18 and over. We are having a school inspection.'

Ian blinked. 'Ofsted?'

Gina nodded.

'Ofsted? Ian repeated, 'as in the actual school inspectorate Ofsted? The school is going to be Ofsted-ed?'.

'That's right,' Gina bit her lip.

'That sounds... impractical...' Ian ventured. He looked at his classroom. There were already thick gouts of his precum all over the walls and floor and the school day hadn't really started yet. The photo of Laura on his desk featured her wearing his dick on his head as a hat.

'Well it's not ideal is it, Ian,' said Gina, 'I mean, I consider it really far from ideal that some nosy parker is going to come into the school and get in all of our business. We've managed to put it off for a few years with the odd blowjob administered here and there to the inspectorate, but unfortunately this time they're really is no way to avoid it.'

Ian scratched his head, 'What are we going to do?'

'Not "us", darling: "you"', Gina said.

'Me? What would you expect me to do? Apart from anything else, I'm in teaching today.'

'Don't worry about that,' Gina said, 'I've had your schedule wiped. You're going to be the face of the school and front up, taking the inspector anywhere they need to go.'

'Why me?'

'Because I have received word that the inspector is an inspectoress. And the only chance we may have is for you to charm her. However, you are going to have to appear relatively normal. And while you take her on a tour of the school, it will give everyone else a chance to move everything around and try and make it look like we're an ordinary school.'

'Yes, but...' Ian gestured down. His monstrous, inhumanly huge and obscene appendage lifted upwards, precum roping from the tip in the fist-sized bell end, 'how?'

Gina surveyed the monster. It took all of her fortitude not to grab the shaft and jerk it.

'For once, you are going to have to put some clothes on,' Gina said, 'it grieves me to say.'

XXX

It wasn't that Ian wasn't a perfect fit for his clothes, but the whole thing had become somewhat redundant in his day to day practice. So while everything he wore fitted him, there remained the problem of the bulge.

'I've had these trousers reinforced,' Ian said.

His foot and a half penis was sticking out at somewhere between a 45 and 90 degree angle and as such was pretty obtrusive.

'And you've already cum a few times today.'

'That's not going to help anything, I'm barely ever soft any more ever.'

'I never thought I'd say this, Ian, but your penis is both too big and too hard.'

'Well most people prefer me this way.'

'That's as maybe, but I can't emphasise strongly enough that the inspectoress is an actual human person from the real world where people have lives and jobs and all of that stuff. She will find this... puzzling. At best.'

Ian looked down. There was a tearing sound. Seams started to come apart as his cock strained against the material.

'Well I'm out of ideas. Girls!'

At Gina's call, Laura Hart, Felicity Pennyweather and Vixxxen Sinclair came in. A PE teacher, a nurse, and a scientist, all in white shiny latex.

'I thought we might need to put our heads together,' Gina said.

The quartet of massive titted whores stared at Ian's bulge.

'We need to deprogram him.'

'How do we do that?'

'Make ourselves less attractive.'

'I'm not getting changed.'

'No one is suggesting that, Laura.'

'Isn't there something we can inject him with?'

'What about a pill? Will counteract the effects of the pill that we've given him... and continue to give him every single day... in teeny weenie higher doses than one considered medically safe...'

'I'm going to inject it,' said vixen, flashing an enormous syringe in Ian's Direction, so that fluid shot out of the top.

'You are not injecting him!' The other three women shouted in unison.

'He's my boyfriend, Laura said.

'He's too valuable,' said Gina.

'He's too big!' said Felicity, 'look, just give him all these pills all at once,' the buxom nurse said, rattling a large bottle. 'They'll bring it down!'

'I don't like the idea of making him impotent, it might not be reversible.'

'Let's just see if we can get him down a little bit,' said Vixen, 'we'll know we're dealing with then.'

'Careful', Laura said, with some trepidation, as Felicity attempted to administer a pill to Ian.

'Open wide,' Felicity said.

Ian was nonplussed: 'Don't I get a saying all of this? I like being hard.'

'Shut up and eat it,' Vixen said, 'trust me, I can get you back up the way that you were before anytime...' Vixen pushed her tits and the pair of spherical bowling ball sized melons burst out of PVC bra she wore. The blonde scientist-slut slapped them and spat on them. At vixen's prompting, Laura pulled her enormous cans out too and thrust them in front of Ian.

'I think I've got it, Vixen, thanks,' the hyper - sexed physical education teacher announced with a hint of defensiveness.

'Workplace relationships can be a real drag,' Gina said.

'Eat this,' said Felicity.

Meekly, Ian accepted the impotence pill. He swallowed it. The foursome looked on expectantly.

There was another dangerous tearing sound, and Ian's bulge sprouted another half inch.

'Mother of god...' said Felicity.

'Interesting...' Vixen said, after the cap from the syringe had dropped out of her mouth and landed on the floor as her jaw hung open in shock, 'almost as if he had developed some kind of defence mechanism...'

As Vixen peered at Ian's bulging dong, Gina scratched her head. 'We're just going to have to have him stand or sit behind something. Get him into his office. I'll greet the inspectoress. And Ian, please try to remember. She is a normal human being, you must not, repeat not, whatever happens, fuck her.'

Gina watched as the sleek looking coupe pulled up in the parking space next to the school entrance, the faint sound of the engine purring away to nothing though the thick office windows as the occupant switched off the engine. She bit her lip as she waited for the door to open, heart pounding as she waited to see what tactic they would need to employ to get through the day. For once, she was actually, genuinely nervous.

She had changed into something at least marginally presentable for the meeting; the suit she had quickly slipped in to merely made her look like a pornstar dressed as an office worker, rather than her usual fuckslut attire. Cleavage wobbled, buttons heaved, and the skirt she wore looked like it was painted on, but it was the most professional a woman with her form could ever hope to manage.

What were they in for?

Oh, the governors, the old boys, even the sponsors were easy enough to deal with when they dropped in for a visit. They were men after all, and none of them were immune to the pleasures of the flesh that the establishment could provide on the occasions they "just happened to be in the neighbourhood" and "popped in to check on things". After a few hours around the grounds with a suitably proportioned, attired or gendered student guide - some of those old boys were, not suprisingly, rather deviant in private - they were taken home by their drivers in a dazed fug of pleasure, having happily agreed to whatever paperwork the Head put infront of them this time.

But this was different. The Inspectorate was notoriously diligent, and even schools as secluded or connected as theirs were not immune to a withering report. They'd tried to put it off, of course. Calls has been made to contacts. Favours called in from well-placed alumni's. Even threats of revoking favours to some of said old-boys. But it was no good. Some new blood was in the system, noticing that the last inspection was over 20 years ago. And like a dog with a bone, someone had made it their personal mission to make sure the next one happened as soon as possible.

Gina tapped her heel on the floor nervously as she watched the car door open silently and a figure began to emerge. Her well-trained eyes immediately scanning the occupant as they peeled out of the seat to stand upright, trying to gain some clues as what they were in for.

The kitten-heeled shoe that had stepped out onto the gravel told Gina that "they" were infact, most likely a "She". Damn, that likely ruled out throwing Lana or Sanddy at the problem and having things wrapped up by 10.00am sharp.

The Supply head's mouth dropped a little as she watched the figure straighten up, then suddenly be replaced by a huge ass as she quickly turned to retrieve something from the passenger seat. Gina was stunned for a moment as she saw that the Inspector was clad in an ill-fitting, honest-to-God Tweed pantsuit. Where the fuck had they found this one?

The Inspector straightened up again and Gina could see her a little better, but it didn't really improve things. All she could really tell was that their visitor was possibly a little taller than average, if her height next to the car was anything to judge. The way she held her files up against her chest as she clumsily bum-bumped the door closed, combined with the atrocity of an oversized blazer, gave nothing away about the rest of her figure.

All Gina could see clearly was that her dark hair was severely pulled back into a donut-bun, and she pushed a pair of thick rimmed glasses up her as she squinted at the School entrance.

"Fuck" she swore to herself. This was Bad.

Walking out of her office, she pulled out her phone to call Ian and make sure he was ready. It rang for a few moments before connecting, but instead of a "Hello", Gina was greeted by the unmistakable sound of a gigantic penis being extracted from a very eager throat.

"Ian?" Gina asked, rolling her eyes as she walked.

"He's busy!" snapped Laura from the handset, her irritated tone only mostly masking the sound of a wet handjob being given.

"Laura? For God's sake!" Gina exclaimed, heels clicking on the hardwood floor as she approached Ian's office "What are you doing there?"

"My boyfriend's...hmmmgh...giant dick just got even...*blarch*... bigger. The fuck do you think I'm going to do?" Lara retorted, the words interrupted occasionally by wet, worshipful noises.

Pushing the door to Ian's office open Gina, was not at all surprised at what she saw. Ian was sat in his chair with Laura kneeling between his legs, both hands fisting his throbbing fuckmuscle. Her timing was perfect, arriving just as a long streamer of precum burst out of his shaft to rope up toward the ceiling.

"The Inspector is here! Leave him the fuck alone for five minutes and we might all just keep our jobs!" Gina ordered, glaring at the overstacked PE teacher who had turned ot meet her gaze just as the long streamer splatterd back down to land across her hair and features.

Laura met the glare for a few moments, not all all fazed by the gooey lube landing on her. Reluctantly, she relinquished her her grip on Ian's saliva-soaked fucktool and began to stand up. As she passed Ian's head she whispered something in his ear that made his eyes bulge, before turning around and slowly walking back toward Gina. She made an extra show of wiggling her ass at Ian as she moved, and her lips cracked into a smirk when he let out a low grunt and another long blast of prejizz rocketed out of his throbbing fuckcannon to arc across the room and splatter onto her firm asscheek.

"Nice shot babe!" she purred as she looked over her shoulder and winked at Ian, before turning back to fix Gina with a pouty stare. "You owe me for this" she snapped, narrowing her eyes at the other teacher before making her way off to the gym and her first class of the day.

"Get dressed, quickly!" Gina hissed as Ian as he muttered some platitudes of "Laura being Laura", distractedly looking out past the doorjam as he hurried to get himself stuffed back into the specially provided trousers.

The sound of footsteps echoed toward the office, and Gina's eyes widened in anticipation as she saw the Inspector at the far end of the corridor. "Shit! Ok, she's here! Sit there and be normal!" Gina instructed Ian as he got himself properly dressed and sat back down, wincing a little as he landed in the pool of precum that had formed on his chair.

The Head of Supply swept out of the office and down the short corridor to Reception, where thankfully the receptionist had stepped away and so wasn't stunning their visitor with her mandated Latex Day outfit.

"Hello! I'm Gina, Head of Supply! We spoke on the phone?" Gina said with as much confidence as she could fake as she approached, catching the Inspector looking away at the grand decorations of the large entryway. "You must be our Inspector?"

The figure turned and jumped in surprise as she heard Gina's voice, losing her grip on the files she was clutching which fell messily to the floor at her feet.

"Oh my! No, I'm sorry! Let me-" The two woman spoke over the other as they bent over to pick up the paperwork, and both stopped dead when they finally looked at each other.

The look Gina got was one that she was well-used to now, being the standard one she got when anyone from the "civilian" world caught sight of her ludicrous fuckdoll form - even if this time she was "modestly" dressed and merely show a foot of enticing cleavage

But it was Gina who was left a-gog at the sight of their Inspector! The oversized, tasteless jacked was concealing a body that would have been truly remarkable in the outside world, hiding curves that strained the fabric almost to its limits. While she was not as improbably proportioned as some of the more gifted students in the school, she was still stunningly proportioned

"Inspector. Yes, that's me!" the women squeaked in a voice far less stern and formal than Gina was expecting when she finally stood back up. Gina had mask her surprise at how..well..cute the woman was! A panicked expression crossed the inspector's face briefly behind those glasses, before she fixed Gina with a winning smile. "Please, call me Ginni. I've been looking forward to meeting you!"

Cute voice. Cute face. Curves. This was VERY bad...