I don't own Overwatch
It was a new week, it was the second period, and for me, it was free time soooo. "Heeeey Ms. Amari." I slid into the home-economics classroom to the smell of freshly cooked browns. "I missed you."
"Scott." Fareeha smiled wistfully at me, before taking a bit out of the fresh brownie and shivering. "MMN! All those lessons are finally paying off. Here…" she held out the half-eaten brownie for me. "Have a bite before you go."
"Go?" I asked playfully, taking a bite out of my sexy girlfriend's brownie. "MMn. Fantastic! Where are we going?" I asked surprised as she cleared her throat.
"I am not going anywhere didn't you get the memo?"
"Memo?" I asked surprised, "What memo?"
"We just got a bunch of new teachers." She said, "So…"
"No…" I breathed softly, somewhat in awe. "Wait… you don't mean."
"Uh. Yeah…" she smiled apologetically, "Your free periods are about to be filled."
"What? No. That's not how that works."
"Mr. Snow." I froze, glancing over my shoulder as God-Help-Us-All Vice-Principal Reyes stood at the door, looking at me suspiciously. "You should be on your way to Drama Class right now."
"What? That's not a thing." I mumbled confusedly. But seeing the murderous look on the vice-principal's face I cleared my throat. "I… Uh… was not aware that I had drama class sir."
"New arrangement. Now that we have more teachers we can afford to fill out or student's days more." He brought up an odd new digital pad that Ms. Echo developed for the teacher. "Says so right here. Scott Snow, Drama: Second Period. Get going."
I sighed sadly, as apparently, Fareeha's next class started to show up. There goes my lovey-dovey time with my girlfriend. "Yes sir." He sniffed irately, then walked away as I turned to Fareeha and sighed. "At least a class with Mr. Reinhardt will be fun."
Mr. Reinhardt was the drama teacher, the play director, and our very own Don Quixote, only not nearly as insane or delusional. Also, he was an honorary knight of Origrimmar, so that's pretty cool.
"Didn't you here?" Fareeha replied concernedly. "He's in the hospital."
"What?!" I asked, legitimately surprised. "That guy is an ox! He walks around in full plate armor how is he in the hospital?"
"He tripped." Fareeha replied sheepishly as she gestured for me to leave, by pushing me out the door. "Go on, hurry up, don't keep the new teacher waiting. Then, with nobody noticing she kissed my right cheek and patted my left. "See you later." I sighed watching her go back into the classroom before checking my watch and hoofing it to the auditorium where Drama classes usually took place.
There were 2 dozen other students waiting for me in there, most of them sitting in the front two rows before the auditorium stage. A few of the Azeroth High exchange students were mixed in as well, two big orcs and a couple of troll girls…
I picked a seat away from the crowd, and seeing as we were lacking a teacher a majority of the students began chatting to themselves. 2 minutes, 3 minutes… 5…. "What are we waiting for?" grunted one of the orcs. I didn't know his name, the only transfer Orc student I knew was Garrosh, but of the thirty-some-odd exchange students from Azeroth High, all of the orcs were members of some 'Iron Horde' Football club…
…Which was basically just a good translation for 'jackasses'. Still, he made a fair point. What are we waiting for?"
"…Screw this." Grumbled the other orc. "I'm going to go do something useful like work out…"
BANG. The doors at the back of the auditorium were kicked open… and the biggest woman I've ever seen in my life stood in the doorway. Her arms filled with large wooden crates under each of her MASSIVE muscular arms… Coach Zarya was huge, this lady was bigger…
She was also dressed more like a punk rocker than a school teacher. She was wearing jeans but was missing the right pant leg, it had been torn off at the thigh, or perhaps her massive thigh muscles had ripped the darn thing off when she tried pulling them on this morning… She was wearing a half-shirt showing of SPECTACULAR abdominal muscles and a impossibly shapely waist, and not hiding the size of her impressive bust in the least.
…Second "biggest" in school, just after Mei, Calling it now.
She had a thick blue mohawk, and the sides of her head had two blue braids that hung behind her ears, and she had a few piercings. Her lobes, her eyebrows, and whatever that one in between your lips and chin is… hang on let me look. Labaret… okay. One of those.
She kicked a crate ahead of her and it slid down the aisle between the seats. "G'day you drongos." She declared loudly into the auditorium with a HEAVY Australian accent. "I'm your new drama teacher…" she took a couple of steps down the aisle and kicked the crate again further. "Well, technically I'm your sub." She grinned at us like she was going to EAT us. "But let's just say I'm your drama teacher for now eh?" she gave the crate another shove and continued slowly walking down the aisle.
…Really? Nobody's going to help the 7-foot woman? Fine.
I got out of my seat, reached down, and picked up the crate. It was heavier than it looked but nothing I can't handle. Suddenly I was engulfed in shadow and she stared down at me, an evil grin on her face. "Oh well aren't you a beauty?" she teased, looking at me like she was going to eat ME, and judging by the sheer size of her, that's not a uncertainty.
"Right over there Drongo." She then marched easily to the stage with me behind her. "I'm Bloody stoked to be your drama teacher." She cheered turning around and taking the crate from my arms and casually putting her hand on my head and gently SHOVING me back into a seat away from the rest of the class.
Front row, across the aisle she walked down.
"Now. You all can call me QUEEN." She grinned evilly at us all. "…Or since that has awkward insinuations. My name's Odessa but you can call me Ms. Stone. Now seeing as it's my first class after being dragged out of the Bush to do it, I figured we can go around introducing ourselves."
She still had that smile on her face. It was pretty, the smile and the face, but there was something about it that told me I definitely SHOULD NOT mess with her.
Suddenly she swung onto one of the troll girls, who had raised her hand, "Yes Sheila?" she grinned.
"What's in the boxes?" she asked as Ms. Stone raised her hand and SLAMMED it so hard on the crate it kinda looked like it splintered.
"I'm glad you asked Sheila! In these-!" she literally ripped the lid of the crate off, "are the tools of the trade." She then pulled out an ax. "…Huh." She stared at it as the orcs giggled at the sight of it. "Hmmn. Grabbed the wrong crate." She tossed the axe away, and it clattered on the floor. "Bloody hell." She opened another crate. "AH! This is the one." she then produced a cap with an elaborate feather in it, along with what seemed to be a play script.
She walked over to me, grabbed me by the shirt, and easily yanked me from the chair. Putting the cap on my head, and handing me the script. "You read that to yourself drongo, you're going first."
"I'm doing what now?" I blinked as she grinned hungrily at me.
"You're going first! We're going to do a skit! We're going to cast roles, and recite a scene." She turned to the class, "You're all going to take a turn on stage. Now, remember, there's no such thing as extra in drama. Up you go drongo."
"Scott." I noted as she raised an eyebrow at me, her smile stretching to her eyes.
"SCOTT." She repeated, with a mischievous smile and charismatic body language. "Scott. Scottie boy. UP YOU GO." She said ominously…
Queen is right, she's pretty damn commanding.
"You said you wanted to know our names." I managed to get out before she grabbed my by the shirt and LIFTED me from the floor. She grinned prettily at me, now at eye level, a foot off the grown, her eyes wide and staring deep into my soul.
"I like you. You're a larrikin ain't ya?"
"I don't know what that means." I mumbled nervously as she easily hauled me up on stage.
"Read act 2 scene 1." She ordered before she turned and sat in the middle of the first roar, lounging in the seat like a throne, even though it seemed too small for her and her massive form.
"Act 2 scene 1…" I mumbled, "…Alright." I read the first few lines quickly, then.
"How now, spirit? Whither? wander-"
"NO. NO. NO. What did I say?!" she declared, "There's no such thing as extra! Put more feeling into it! skip that one go to the next."
"…Okay." I mumbled, reading into it again, before moving on. Fairy- and feeling now.
"Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire.
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen
To dew her orbs upon the green."
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see,
Those be rubies, fairy favors;
In those freckles live their savors.
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Farewell, thou lob of spirits; I'll be gone.
Our Queen and all her elves come here anon.
"I like the voice." She declared, slow clapping as I looked up from the pages… I had apparently spoken in a voice, higher pitched than usual. It said 'fairy' so I made an assumption.
"…Thank you?" I replied confused.
"NEXT!" she said, lazily. "Any volunteers?"
One of the orcs scoffed, and she leaned over towards him, her body bending far more flexibly than her muscles would imply, gazing at him horrifyingly as he cringed. "Ah… you look good. Get up there and read the first 'Titania' you find." She threw herself forward looking at me, "Scottie! Give him the reading hat!"
…Which is I guess the hat on my head.
One, by one we moved through the class, listening to all of the students recite part of A midsummer nights dream, which she seemed to know like the back of her massive hands. In the end, according to her, one of the troll girls, Fua-Jin was the best… whatever that meant. Over the readings, she had reached further and further into the other two crates (the first had been filled with WEAPONS for some reason) and gave us more and more props. Having more students read the lines on stage acting out full scenes with each other.
Our first drama class with Ms. Stone however eventually came to a close. She lounged in her 'Thorne' watching the actors play out on stage, absently registering the bell as it rang, signaling the end of class. "Alright you drongos. That's the bell." She declared, "Head on out, don't be afraid you put the props back in the boxes and YOU! Saerok! Put my axe back before I make you."
The other orc, the one who wasn't humiliated into playing titania, was trying to hide the axe behind his back, but apparently failed, putting it in the 'weapons' crate and walking away with the rest of the class as she absently lifted a coat from the floor. "Eh. Bloody bludgers."
"Those things in harry potter?" I asked curiously as she glared at me, I was holding more clothing and props to put away as she shook her head, "rolling her eyes."
"Don't say stupid things Scottie. Appreciate the assistance though." She replied casually, beginning to clean up. "Aren't you going to be late?"
"Fashionably." I replied casually, "…So where did Principal Morrison find you?" I asked conversationally, climbing up on stage and gathering the hats.
"Oh, he didn't." she declared, confidently. "I came recommended by my friend Olivia Colomar."
"Ah…" I grunted, walking over to the crates. "Olivia got you this job?"
"That and I was bored. I can only run a bar for so long with a bunch of crazy whackjobs before I need to find something to do… also…" she grinned evilly at me, I wonder if that's just her natural face. "It's 'Olivia' huh?" she smirked, "…I guess since you're knocking boots you're on a first name basis."
I fumbled the props back into the crates and gazed at her. "What?!"
"PFT. Oh, don't look so SHOCKED Scottie." She replied with an eye roll. "I also know a certain 'Mira Han-Horner'. Remember Junkertown? It's my bar… I own it."
"And now you work as a teacher?" I stared at her nervously, "What? Why?" I asked as Ms. Stone shrugged.
"…I get bored. I'm branching out. I like a little excitement in my life." She smirked. "Very scandalous, the lad knocking boots with most of the female teachers…"
"I am just going to go, place… before things-" she grabbed me and easily hauled me off the stage, "Escalate." I mumbled as I dangled in the air, glancing at her powerful arm and admiring just how TOUGH my shirt was. Where did I get this? I should get more…
"Oh don't act like you don't want to climb the ladder…" she licked her lips. "Olivia sings your praises, Scottie."
"REALLY?" I grumbled, "Because that seems like a stupid thing to do-" Ms. Stone began to walk up the steps on stage, and reached into the weapons crate. Hanging a sign on the corner of it that said, '15 minute intermission'. "Oh, I call bullshit." I mumbled at the inclination as she laughed.
"Language Scottie I'm still your teacher." She carried me easily behind the curtain of the stage towards the dressing rooms. "Which is why I'm going to give you one bloody beauty of a shag." She chuckled seductively. "Show you how it's really done."
"Seriously?" I mumbled as she dropped me into the dressing room.
"Liv told me that it's sort of a…" she grabbed her shirt and lifted it up over her head, "Rite of passage…" her big, round breasts with pierced nipples were now on display. "I'm all for tradition… plus she says you're a bloody good lay and I can't begin to tell you when the last time I rode a bloke without breaking him." she added, letting her hands do the talking now by squeezing her big breasts and moaning, seductively…
…I won't lie that Aussie accent is growing on me-FUCK! Stupid hard on!
"…Why am I resisting?" I mumbled before she grabbed me and lifted me onto a nearby table, grabbing my pants and practically tearing them from my body… a good thing I had a spare in my locker. When your chemistry class tends to explode often you want a change of clothes nearby.
Her big hand grabbed my exposed hard on as I leaned back again the wall, she grinned toothily at me, stroking my length rapidly, so rapidly I was almost concerned she was going to tear it off, or give me some sort of irritating burn… however she opened her mouth, and drooled…
A stream of thick saliva sprinkled onto her hand and suddenly my dick was rapidly lubed up. "Ha-ha." She laughed, still stroking me as I reached out and grabbed her massive breasts, the metal bars in her nipples rubbing my hands as she moaned. "You're good with your hands Scottie. So am I."
"Ngh…" I groaned reflexively as she pumped her hand faster, tighter, it was a snug little cock stroker. "Ah-Fuck."
"Language." She laughed teasingly.
"You're FUCKING a student." I declared abruptly, "Keep going."
"Oooh think you can give me orders do yeah Scottie? Don't count on it… I'm the only director here. This is my play…" my cock throbbed in her hand as she hissed her commanding, queen like, voice. "You're only going to cum when I LET you, hold it in, you little wanker." Panting and drooling accurately on my cock as she sped up.
I squeezed her big breasts for some sort of distraction from how good her hands felt, her other hand finding it's way to my balls and sensuously fondling them as well. She stuck out her tongue, displaying her tongue piercing, "Bleeeh! Come on you're a bloke aren't yea? Surely you won't pop your cork with my hands alone?"
…Suck it up Scott. I took a deep breath, and despite how good her hands felt. I focused and entered a meditative state. I enjoyed the feeling of her hand, but I resisted the urge to climax… I took another deep breath, and grabbed her wrist, pulling it away before shifting off the bed and standing up against her… My face was comfortably between her breasts as I quickly took control, grabbed her waist… and made a fool of myself.
"What are you doing?" she mumbled, as I tried throwing her toward the table… but she wasn't a waif, like every other teacher in school, she was a wall of muscle. 7-feet of sexy muscle... and I thought the COach was something else. "I'm not done with my fun yet Scottie." In defiance, I reached around and smacked her ass, hard…
…it hurt my hand. "Fuuuck me." I grumbled, shaking it as she laughed. Was her ass that hard or did I hit some armor?
"If you insist Scottie."
"Damn it." I groaned as she threw me to the floor, her one-legged pants soon followed exposing her pierced clit and spread pussy. "Ah-" I grunted as she raised my legs and… yep. I was getting Amazoned. My legs in the air, she slid my erection right up into her tightness, she shuddered slightly, gyrating on top of me as she straddled me, and pounded onto me. "Ugh! Hgn-oh Crap.
…There were worse ways to be a bottom I won't lie. But this was new.
"Ha-haa-aah that's… not bad. Scottie!" she grinned, "AH-ahh-aah-haah…" ramming her body down onto me, biting her bottom lip as she moved faster and faster, holding onto my ankles as she threatened to break my spine, dropping onto me like that. "MMgh-mmgh-mMNNNN!" she buried my cock into her, grinding her hips on top of me and threatening to snap me in half as she shuddered and trembled. "MMn! That's the spot…" she sighed. "…was it good for you?"
"…I think you got a few kinks out of me." I mumbled as she slowly stood up, towering over me as I flopped to the floor. She slid her hands down to her crotch, rubbing at her pierced clit and pussy lips as she bucked her hips forward, molesting herself as I sat up, almost swinging my head into her pussy. It dripped on me. "BUT. You know I'm usually on top." I declared as she laughed.
But her foot was on my chest and shoved me back down.
"Ugh!" I grunted as she mounted me once again, but this time only straddling my lap as my hands slid up her cheese-grating abs and squeezed at her big breasts, she planted her hands on my chest and furiously slammed her hips down onto me.
"Ugh-ngh-aaah…" she grunted, riding me hard as my erection valiantly held up, my hips tried pushing up into her, but now I think I was risking some heavy bruising as she just slammed them back to the floor. "Hha-… ngh!" she threw her head back, "Ha-ha-aah-aah-aah…" squeezing at her tits as she bounced on me.
Wow. Those are very real… pinching at her pierced nipples as her inner walls clenched tightly around my girth, and she slammed down onto me. "MMMhggh…" wiggling her hips on top of me as she rode her orgasm. Eyes crossed briefly, and her mouth opened wide as she panted for breath, shaking in a mind-blowing climax…
It was almost cute… okay it WAS kinda cute.
"Haah-haaah…" she panted erotically, just twitching and trembling on top of me. "Ahh…" I stared up at her, absently squeezing her pleasantly soft breasts before I realized my opening. I grabbed at her upper body and rolled her over, "Oooh…" she continued to shudder, as I flopped her onto her back and climbed on top of her, "ah-aah-aah!" thrusting up into her body, my toes curling into the floor as I grabbed at her muscled arms, pulling myself inside her again, "Oho-ohooh!" she grunted, clawing at the floor as her back arched up.
Again, she's surprisingly flexible.
Wrapping my arms around her muscled waist, I delved over and over into that tightening pussy, grunting, groaning as her insides shuddered around me. "Haaah-!" I gasped for breath, my body finally succumbing to tight muscle pussy as she grunted with my thrusts.
"Ha-haah-aah-aah! Aaaaaah!"
"ARGH-AAH! Fuck!" she flopped onto my arms wrapped around my waist, practically crushing them as I shot my load into her body. "Ow-ow-oww…" I groaned into her abs. "OOOOW that hurt but FUCK I feel great." I grumbled, practically drooling as I emptied myself into her twitching body.
It jerked and twitched, as her eyes crossed and her head wobbled like a bobblehead, gasping and panting as she suddenly lashed out, grabbed me, and HURLED me out of her... a trail of cum leaping from her pussy as she thrashed and squirmed on the floor.
"MMGh! MMMmngggh!" she shuddered wildly, clawing at the floor before her legs stretched out and her toes curled, her ass cheeks clenching as she lay on her stomach. "Ooooooh-FUCK that was a good one." she declared proudly, "Ooooh." She slapped the floor. "MMGN…"
"Well that seems excessive." I sighed before grinning, "You're welcome."
"Mmn…" she moaned softly, then slowly sat up, her breasts wobbling slightly as she licked her lips. "Ooh don't feel so smug Scottie…" she stood up, rubbing my hair. "I'm a full-body orgasm kind of girl…" she bent over, grabbing her pants. "How are your hips?" I blinked, then grabbing the table I hauled myself up. "Anything broken?"
"…Fine?" I mumbled curiously as she chuckled darkly.
"Now that's far more impressive than me cumming my brains out." She grabbed me and shoved me up against the wall, grinning seductively. "I cum my brains out all the time… finding a guy who's not broken after I have my fun is a once-in-a-blue-moon situation." She cooed, before letting me drop to the floor. "I look forward to working with you…"
"Working with me?" I mumbled curiously as she raised an eyebrow.
"Oh of course. You're my new stage manager after all… gonna need you to help me with all sorts of things… late after school all on our lonesome… working on lines together."
"Stage manager? Says who?" I replied indignantly.
"Says THESE." She declared, squeezing her breasts through her shirt. Before grabbing my head and SLAMMING my face between them, feeling her pierced nipples poking alternatingly against my cheeks. "It's been a while since I found a partner I didn't break after one practice… and We're going to 'practice' until I break you…" she declared greedily, "The Queen's words are law."
…They were very convincing tits.
End
An introduction to the new Drama teacher Ms. Stone. Odessa Stone. SHE'S 7 FEET TALL! That's just hot. Not to mention she's got big tits... that's just my thing. I can't wait to REALLY play with her. This was only her introductory chapter... setting her up. Getting her kinks in order: full body orgasms, extra sensitive big girl who will BREAK you... I had this idea for her way back when I first heard about Junker Queen, long before overwatch 2, and I was reserving the Drama teacher spot for her... but then it took like 4 years for her to show up so WTF.