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A Lecherous Teacher

For etherious01

By Draconicon

Sekiro was in the same situation that he was always in during chemistry class: bored out of his mind. While it was a familiar situation, it was by no means one that was desired, particularly by the half-demon that happened to be suffering from it.

He was half-slumped over the desk, his head resting on the edge of his textbook, his eyes staring forward at the teacher through half-closed lids. Sekiro sighed, his hair sliding forward to block off the rest of the world behind a wall of blue. As he pulled it back, the teacher - a fox-like demon with a human face, named Eth - continued his lecture.

Not that any of said lecture was getting through to him. Sure, he heard the equations from time to time, and he knew that he should be listening, but it took everything he had to just stay awake.

I bet that dad never has to put up with stuff like this...

Then again, his dad was a lord of hell, and he would probably have something to say if Sekiro was ever blatantly disrespectful towards his teacher. Particularly considering that he was supposed to blend in with most of the other high-schoolers.

His ears and tail were generally dismissed by them as a natural rule. Those that could see them in the first place tended to dismiss them, knowing that they couldn't possibly be real. The rest of them just shrugged it off, forgetting that they were there the moment that they stopped looking at him.

It wasn't exactly a comfortable sort of life, knowing that he could be forgotten and dismissed that easily, but eh. It didn't matter that much.

Sekiro slumped down further, his tail twitching as he buried his nose in his textbook, not even bothering to look at the teacher any longer. It felt like he would just be here forever at this rate, listening to the drone continue on and on and on. The blessed release by the bell seemed forever away, and the traditional gakurian uniform that he wore felt extra stifling today, almost as if it was keeping him from fleeing to something fun.

If it wasn't for the fact that his teacher would immediately notice, he'd be tempted to slam his face into his book and knock himself out for the rest of the class. As it was, the temptation remained, and it was growing stronger with each passing moment.

He was about to give into it when he felt something sharp pinch at the side of his neck. Wincing, Sekiro reached up, grabbing for it, only to feel it start breaking down as soon as he touched it. The half-demon blinked, sitting up and pulling it free.

It looked almost like some sort of dart, but that was impossible. Nobody in school was allowed to bring weapons into the classrooms, and -

Before he could get a better look, the small dart completely disintegrated, breaking down into little more than dust particles. He stared at it for a moment or two, only to realize that he was feeling...warmer.

Not just a little bit, either. It felt like he had just gone from a cool pool to a warm sauna, his skin popping with sweat, his tail twitching more than ever. His breath came faster as he tried to catch it, his eyes widening as he pulled at the collar of his shirt.

As the heat spread through his body, he could feel his uniform getting even tighter, the black outer shirt pulling in tight to his body as the undershirt felt like it was going to strangle him. His arms felt like they were getting pinned to his sides, like the wrists were trying to cut off his circulation. He gasped for breath, squeezing the sides of his desk as he struggled to pull himself together, to try and hold it all together.

Something had triggered his demon blood, making it surge, making him...grow.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye as the first rip showed in his shoulders. They were expanding, pushing outwards, his uniform starting to break down where it couldn't quite contain him properly. Sweat drops ran down his pointed ears, and his forehead felt like it was drenched as he fought against the burning, swelling power that was deep in his veins. His breath continued to puff and huff from his lips, and he clenched his jaws, trying to hold it in.

"Nnngh!"

His legs suddenly bulged, his thighs and calves swelling in an instant. His eyes went wider than ever, feeling like he was going to burst if he didn't do something to get this under control. But how was anyone supposed to control something like this when they weren't even sure how it was happening?

RIIIIP!

The first big one came, the back of his jacket coming apart as he suddenly stretched, swelling upwards, growing over a foot in height all at once. He barely fit in his desk any longer, his tail slapping one of the other students in the face and knocking them over. The others backed away from him, jerking away from the impossibly event occurring in the middle of the room.

The only one to not react was Eth. The professor looked up from his lecture, smiling.

"Is something the matter, Sekiro?"

"I...I'm fucking..."

"You are not fucking, and you will not use that language unless you are," the demonic fox-man said. "Now, is there an issue?"

He glared at the demon teacher. There was no issue that he could say. Right now, everyone in the room was staring at him as if he was something impossible, and for them, he was. The magic that hid his ears and tail from the rest of the world was the same magic that was trying to justify his sudden growth, and they were seeing something that probably shouldn't exist in the real world but the magic was trying to make them accept. Saying it out loud...

"No."

"Good. Now, as we get back to the lesson -"

CRACK!

Another surge, another rip, another growth, another crack. The desk broke out from under him as he surged to eight feet tall, his shirt ripping across his shoulders and hanging from the waistband of a pair of pants that were barely there anymore. His socks were ripping apart, his shoes bursting at the toes as his feet grew large enough to support him, and he could barely breathe from the tightness around his chest from the residual bits of shirt left.

Gasping for any bit of air he could get, his cheeks burned as he realized that his pants had ripped to the point of leaving him in no more than shorts, and that...that left certain things very exposed.

There he was, sitting in the middle of the room, and his dick was half-out. Sixteen inches soft - a 'gift' from his demon heritage - it stood out like something from a porn movie, hanging half-out of his pants and begging for someone to stare at it. Most of the class was doing just that, the newly-adult students unable to take their eyes off of something that the magic couldn't entirely hide.

He growled in frustration, only to immediately stop as he realized just how deep that sound went. That was not, most definitely not a human growl. It was coming from too deep in the chest for that, and -

"AGH!"

He shouted as his hands suddenly swelled, the tips of his fingers going dark and scaly, his body growing heavier as lighter scales started popping out in different places, mostly around his shoulders, knees, and elbows. Things that made him look more bestial, more protected from the outside world.

As he struggled to get to his feet, he rolled onto his hands and knees. Just then, another surge hit, and he growled again as he grew bigger, taller, his back hitting the top of the classroom, the ceiling buckling against his back. All shreds of his clothes were gone, some students pinned to the walls by his feet, others falling under his dick as it slapped down against the ground.

They were the lucky ones. The others had been thrown out of windows or through walls by his sudden expansion, and they were knocked out. Eth continued to lecture, the demon-fox not bothering to slow down.

"Now, as you will see on page 105..."

Sekiro could only growl in frustration, trying to move and failing. He panted hard as his cock throbbed between his legs, feeling the twitching of his muscles and...and something else, too.

He glanced down, watching as another bump started to form just over the base of his cock. It was expanding through his pubic hair, which itself was thickening, as well. The hot, heavy smell of cock musk was filling the room, and more than a few people were starting to show signs of arousal, their eyes going blank as they smelled it. So many humans, completely unused to the power of a demon's body.

Sekiro growled again, feeling the tip of a second cock growing out just above his original one. They were both huge, too, the first one having gone from sixteen inches to well past a hundred, and the second one working hard to catch up. The shafts were nearly big enough to cross half the classroom, and he was growing again.

Another growl, another surge, and he broke through the roof of the school. He stood over the rest of the grounds, staring down at other classrooms that had been partially exposed, and he realized that he could not move without crushing some of the students down at his feet.

Some of the others had been picked up as he had grown, and they hung onto his cock for dear life. Some of them were even going so far as to...

Lick him?

What the...what the hell...

He was still changing, still shifting, still growing, and he could feel the eyes of his teacher on him all the while. Despite Eth's lecturing tone, there was a glow in the fox-man's eyes that said everything that Sekiro needed to know.

His teacher wanted a show, and the half-demon was going to give him one. The only question that remained, of course, was how long the show would go on. He hoped not too long; he didn't want to crush the whole school beneath his changing feet.

The End