Potente Mega

Megan sat bored in her classroom chair, head leaning on her hand, and idly playing with a loose strand of her blonde bob-cut hair as Ms. Tasker droned on. It was almost impressive that she was making the lesson nearly unbearably dull, given the subject matter.

	"-further research confirmed the existence of these 'enhanced' individuals in the late 1910's, although the American government wouldn't take official action to address their increasing crimes, and subsequent vigilante behavior for nearly another decade-"

Superheroes! She was talking about the colorful, cape clad icons that everyone had been excited to here about since the beginning of the school year! Yet somehow her teacher's lifeless monotone was putting her to sleep just well as it always did. She could swear it was a superpower all on it's own.

	"- the term homo sapiens potentes.the exact process by which a potente obtains their power is unknown to this day, though we do know that in most cases it happens suddenly, sometime around the onset of puberty."

With the thought of Ms. Tasker's incredible ability to drain the fun out of anything, Megan imagined her teacher as a super hero, or maybe a villain, putting everyone in a bank to sleep by giving a lecture on the Louisiana purchase and walking out out with bags of money, the sleeping bank goers none the wiser.

	"Which brings me to an important topic. you've all been taught largely the same information on capes and potentes since Kindergarten, albeit with increasing complexity as you've 'matured'. This year, as you're now in 6th grade and at the age where potentes often start appearing, will be getting an extra lecture."

Megan imagined her dressed like all those villains she sees on TV. With their colorful leotards, and tall boots. Dull voice aside, Ms. Tasker Definitely had the figure for it.

	"Oh, don't groan at me. Supposedly you're all mature enough to hear this information, though I have some doubts about that. It has to do with what many Potentes go through when their powers first manifest. It's statistically unlikely that any of you will actually be potentes, but it's possible."

Her teacher's appearance wasn't something she'd really given much thought before. Normally when she though of Ms. Tasker it was her way of speaking that came to mind, but now that she was thinking about it Megan saw her teacher... differently than usual.

	"Potentes typically have no tell that they're going to manifest until it begins. This can include sudden increases in the intensity of many sensations."

She really did have an impressive figure. As Megan looked at Ms. Tasker her eyes were drawn to certain... Features that she'd never noticed before. The way she filled out the mid-thigh pencil skirt she wore, and how her stockings made her long legs look smooth...

	"Mild Hunger can feel like starvation. A warm room can feel like an oven, and, as is often the case given the age group this often affects-"

Megan suddenly felt something... uncomfortable somewhere in her belly as she looked at Ms. Tasker in a new light, and she squirmed slightly in her chair. The feeling of her legs rubbing together as she did felt... felt... she didn't know how it felt.

	"-it can have a drastic affect on an individual's libido." At this, she paused as though she'd dropped a particularly large bombshell, and looked around the room expectantly.

The silence was broken about 10 seconds later when Kyle to Megan's left raised his hand. "Mizz Tasker, Wu'z a labido?"

Ms. Tasker sighed, using one hand to rub the bridge of her nose, and crossing the other arm under her chest. Megan was suddenly fascinated with what the gesture did to move her teacher's sizable mounds, and her eyes were drawn to the faintest hint of cleavage that it made at the third button of her business casual shirt.

She was beginning to feel her ears and cheeks heat up as she continued to look at this remarkable creature that she'd somehow never known was her teacher. The only thing more distracting was the bizarre heat she was feeling that was making her squirm and readjust her seating. The denim shorts and loose tank top she'd worn today to be comfortable in the heat of a Californian April somehow felt like they were too constricting and heavy, while also feeling like they were barely covering her at all, leaving her too exposed. As her shirt brushed against her chest she realized her nipples were hard, as though they were cold even despite the intense heat that was washing over her body like a wave. She clenched her legs together as it felt like she needed to pee, but also like her private parts itched? Or maybe tickled? She had no clue what was happening. she was confused and she worried that the kids around her were going to start to notice.

Ms. Tasker addressed the class again, hands on her womanly hips. "Have none of your parents given any of you the talk yet? I'm talking about," She sighed "I'm talking about sex, Kyle. When you get 'boners' or 'horny'. Wanting to look at 'tits' and 'ass'-" The kids were giggling. Ms. Tasker was clearly annoyed and flustered, and was taking on that tone she got when she felt she wasn't being taken seriously. "-and whatever slang your generation comes up with for the same inane debauchery kids your age start being interested in!"

The kids were all laughing now. All except for Megan. Hearing words like boners, tits and ass come out of her teacher's mouth was too much, and as she felt something leaking out of her girl parts she was on the verge of crying from whatever it was she was feeling. She put her bookbag up on her desk. A signal Ms. Tasker had given the girls at the beginning of the year after telling them many of them would be starting their periods. Sure enough as Megan got up and started walking towards the door, her teacher spared one look at her, one look at her bookbag and went back to trying to get her rambunctious students under control.

Megan was quickly out the classroom door and bolting towards the bathroom at the end of the hall. She sprinted into the girl's room and into a stall. She didn't even manage to sit down on the seat before she felt that same something she'd felt earlier leaking out into her panties. She yanked her shorts down and her hand shot down to her vagina. As soon as her fingers made contact with her lips she felt an earth-shattering shiver run through her, and she let out something between a gasp and a scream as she fell to her knees. Her hand was pressed hard against her mound, as though it were a wound she was trying to keep from bleeding. The almighty heat she felt still had her squirming, and as her hand and her pussy rubbed against one another all she could do was pant and moan. Her heart was beating like she was in gym class, and she swore she could see her own, steamy breath. No matter how much she scratched it that weird itchy-tickle feeling just kept getting bigger and bigger. Of course, when you're twelve years old, the answer to an itch that won't go away is obvious. You just gotta scratch harder.

Megan positioned herself with one arm up on the toilet seat in front of her for support. Her shorts were down by her ankles, while her knees were spread apart, leaving the hot, steamy, oozing thing her pussy had become open to the air. She started rubbing it properly now, using her fingers to attack her lips, and spreading them to let it drip onto the bathroom floor. A puddle was starting to form. All the while the bathroom was filled with the faints sounds of her gasping and moaning. Her fingers brushed against her clit, a little thing she realized was as hard and swollen as her nipples. The sensation was enough to make her whine, and on reflex she pinched down on the nub hard enough that the whine became what to her sounded pained, but what some adults might describe as desperate and needy.

At some point in her endeavors she had begun testing her inner folds with her fingers, and they quickly became slick and hot from the juices she was drooling. What started as testing became a finger steadily moving in and out. One finger became two, two became three and not long after she found herself knuckle deep, properly finger fucking herself in the girl's room stall.

Her mind was hazy. She could barely think past the hot, wet feeling that was erupting from her crotch into the rest of her body, could barely hear past her breathy moans and gasps. At some point she'd lost her grip on the toilet seat, and had to readjust her position. She was now sitting, with her bare ass sitting in the puddle of juices she'd made and her neck resting on the seat behind her. She didn't know where her shorts had gone. Her legs were spread as far apart as the stall would allow. One hand was still hammering away at her cunt, while her other was now free to pinch and pull on her sensitive nipples. The only relief she had from the heat was the occasion, powerful shiver that would wrack her body and nearly strangle her with effort, and momentarily leave her feeling like she was floating.

It felt like hours before she finally started to calm down. As she started to come to her senses through the haze she began noticing a few things. The first was that there was someone outside the stall and they were speaking.

	"M-megan? Is that you in there? Are you okay!?"

It sounded Like her friend, Jessica. It was then she started to realize just what kind of situation she was in.
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