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It's that time of year again! Macro March!
Macro March: Towering TA
By: RaddaRaem
Jody grunted as he pulled up the blinds. Raindrops pounded furiously against the window. The window molding, crappy and cheap, did nothing to stop water from pouring in and pooling along the window sill.
Sighing, the badger fished his phone out of his pocket. He furiously dragged his padded finger along the cracked touch screen. “A text, an email, anything!” he muttered. Sirens wailed outside.
Jody’s phone vibrated violently. Its plastic cocooned form, rumbling within his palm, automatically recalibrated itself to maximum brightness. A Macro March storm warning, purple and ominous, overtook the entirety of the screen. He swiped it away in irritation. “Just cancel class already, come on!” the badger’s syrupy voice snarled.
Hackles raised, the badger glared at his empty inbox as the minutes continued to count down. God dammit. Jody stomped over towards his closet as he navigated a mental map of campus. Sliding on his raincoat, mouthing curses all the while, the infuriated TA reluctantly stepped out of his apartment. Weather or no he couldn’t risk another absence. Much less his stipend.
Jody grimaced at the walls of water slamming down against the submerged sidewalk before him. Visibility was practically non-existent. He pinched his eyes shut and sighed. Nostrils flared, negatively charged ions tickling at his throat, Jody breathed deeply. Too tired to rage, the badger shook his head and simply took off at a run.
Sopping wet, and fur matted down, Jody trudged into his homeroom. Students, just as miserable and water logged as he was, filled the rows of desks. “Yes, I know, our attendance policy is hot garbage,” he grumbled. Tugging off his rain coat, which clung to him like a second skin, Jody discarded it onto the floor. His broad paws squelched noisily against the carpet as he took position before the chalkboard.
The badger’s eyes hastily scanned over the room. Empty desks, few but pronounced, caught his attention. Hell if he could blame them. “Alright, show of hands. Who really doesn’t want to be here?” Every arm, Jody’s included, shot up. “Yeah I thought as much,” he wryly smirked.
Running a hand through his hair, clawed fingers catching in its knots, Jody hmmphed. The mood in the room was positively dour. As if the thunderclouds had followed them inside and continued to hang over head. Jody snapped his fingers. Or… tried to. His padded digits, damp and wrinkled, simply slid over each other. “How about this? Extra credit. The lot of you. I won’t punish those who didn’t show but props to all of you who did.”
A smattering of students fished their textbooks out of their slumped backpacks. The response, while muted, was encouraging.
Brows arched, Jody pinched a piece of chalk between his fingers and tapped it against the blackboard. “Now who here remembers what we went over last week regarding electron orbitals? That’s… ehh… yeah let’s treat that as a rhetorical question. I can tell none of you are in the mood to participate. Honestly, neither would I. Let me just start sketching the 1s and 2s orbitals as a refresher…”
THOOOOOM
A ruinous crack of lightning shook the building. Desks jostled in place as the lights flickered.
“Eeeesh,” Jody winced. The badger shifted in place while he tugged at the waist of his jeans. Sopping wet and form fitting, they had begun to chafe noticeably. “Now as for… I can’t draw 2p orbitals for shit. If you have your textbooks toss em’ open.”
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Jody steadied himself against the chalkboard as the latest round of rumbles subsided. Teeth clenched, the badger wordlessly endured the denim curves of his jeans painfully digging into his thighs.
THOOOOOM
“Yeah, I’m not gonna bother trying to talk over this.” Shoulders slumped, Jody turned to face the class. The student body, with jaws agape, regarded him with abject dread and terror.
“…What?”
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Jody shuddered when he felt his ears push the ceiling panes out of place. That, and, his butt cheeks spilling over the sides of his splitting jeans. “Aww hell. Okay. Umm.”
THOOOM
“Now would be a good time to evacuate,” the badger’s syrupy voice implored them. Dropping to his knees, his ever swelling assets forcing his zipper undone and revealing his tastes in underwear for all to see, Jody curled his fingers. Chunks of carpet collected beneath his claws.
He tried to look on the bright side as his students desperately shook off the indifference and apathy that typically accompanied the classroom setting. “At least… most of my clothes grew with me?”
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Back pressed against the ceiling, Jody grunted as his jeans exploded into a cloud of blue confetti. The badger’s colossal ass cheeks cratered against the blackboard behind him and sent it tumbling down on top of his calves and bloated soles. “Damn you hubris,” Jody pitifully mumbled as his shirt tugged up along his shoulders and struggled to cover his pecs.
THOOOM
Another strike of lightning and another burst of growth. Jody wheezed as his shirt became little more than a snugly fitting, and suffocating, collar. Dragging a finger along his neck he tore it off in frantic desperation as light fixtures crashed around him. “You evacuated yet?”
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
The now empty wall the blackboard once covered bowed out beneath the weight of Jody’s bloated toes and ample ass cheeks. Resting on his arms, the tremendous TA’s back brushed against the ventilation and copper wiring that coursed through the ceiling. “Not good not good not good.” Jody grit his teeth as he worriedly regarded his panicked class cowering in the back. His surges of growth, in tune to the pounding thunder, had come too fast and too frequent for them to escape. The fact that he was clad only in his underwear, while humiliating, was becoming more and more of an afterthought at this point.
THOOM
His arms crushed the desks caught beneath him into a mangled mess of metal and splinters. There was no where else to go much less grow. The badger’s snout pressed against the students, packed together crushingly so, as he came to fill the entirety of the room. They wouldn’t survive the next growth spurt. Not under him, anyway.
“…I don’t have anything witty or clever to say that won’t make this weird,” his booming and bone rattling baritone declared. “But better in me than under me! This’ll only be temporary, promise!” Ahhhhing wide, the badger shamefully dragged his meaty and saliva soaked tongue along the back wall. Dozens of students, backpacks, pencils, pens, and desks were caught up in the undulating pink mass and pulled back into his mouth. Cheeks puffed out, Jody blushing fiercely as he could feel his class wriggling against them, the badger held his breath and waited out the next spurt.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
A cloud of drywall, brick, and insulation rose up around Jody as he lay sprawled out upon the ruins of the chemistry building. He staggered to his feet and dragged an arm across his brow as rain pounded against him once more. Swallowing hard, he nervously surveyed the damage done as his thick feet sank into the water logged earth. “Phewwwww,” he sighed. “That was a close one, huh gang?”
Jody’s eyes went wide as a hearty, and library flattening, belch roared free from his throat. “Shit.” The badger pounded a fist against his chest and frantically tried to force back up the contents of his stomach.
THOOOOOM
“Shit shit shit shit shit,” his deepening, window shattering, and increasingly incomprehensible voice muttered in a panic. Jody paid little mind to the fact that his gargantuan feet now covered entire city blocks that were being lost in the wrinkles of his soles.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Or that his forced burps, and the waves of displaced air that accompanied them, were severely testing the structural integrity of every building for miles around.
THOOOOOOOOM
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Macro March: Towering TA
By: RaddaRaem
Jody grunted as he pulled up the blinds. Raindrops pounded furiously against the window. The window molding, crappy and cheap, did nothing to stop water from pouring in and pooling along the window sill.
Sighing, the badger fished his phone out of his pocket. He furiously dragged his padded finger along the cracked touch screen. “A text, an email, anything!” he muttered. Sirens wailed outside.
Jody’s phone vibrated violently. Its plastic cocooned form, rumbling within his palm, automatically recalibrated itself to maximum brightness. A Macro March storm warning, purple and ominous, overtook the entirety of the screen. He swiped it away in irritation. “Just cancel class already, come on!” the badger’s syrupy voice snarled.
Hackles raised, the badger glared at his empty inbox as the minutes continued to count down. God dammit. Jody stomped over towards his closet as he navigated a mental map of campus. Sliding on his raincoat, mouthing curses all the while, the infuriated TA reluctantly stepped out of his apartment. Weather or no he couldn’t risk another absence. Much less his stipend.
Jody grimaced at the walls of water slamming down against the submerged sidewalk before him. Visibility was practically non-existent. He pinched his eyes shut and sighed. Nostrils flared, negatively charged ions tickling at his throat, Jody breathed deeply. Too tired to rage, the badger shook his head and simply took off at a run.
Sopping wet, and fur matted down, Jody trudged into his homeroom. Students, just as miserable and water logged as he was, filled the rows of desks. “Yes, I know, our attendance policy is hot garbage,” he grumbled. Tugging off his rain coat, which clung to him like a second skin, Jody discarded it onto the floor. His broad paws squelched noisily against the carpet as he took position before the chalkboard.
The badger’s eyes hastily scanned over the room. Empty desks, few but pronounced, caught his attention. Hell if he could blame them. “Alright, show of hands. Who really doesn’t want to be here?” Every arm, Jody’s included, shot up. “Yeah I thought as much,” he wryly smirked.
Running a hand through his hair, clawed fingers catching in its knots, Jody hmmphed. The mood in the room was positively dour. As if the thunderclouds had followed them inside and continued to hang over head. Jody snapped his fingers. Or… tried to. His padded digits, damp and wrinkled, simply slid over each other. “How about this? Extra credit. The lot of you. I won’t punish those who didn’t show but props to all of you who did.”
A smattering of students fished their textbooks out of their slumped backpacks. The response, while muted, was encouraging.
Brows arched, Jody pinched a piece of chalk between his fingers and tapped it against the blackboard. “Now who here remembers what we went over last week regarding electron orbitals? That’s… ehh… yeah let’s treat that as a rhetorical question. I can tell none of you are in the mood to participate. Honestly, neither would I. Let me just start sketching the 1s and 2s orbitals as a refresher…”
THOOOOOM
A ruinous crack of lightning shook the building. Desks jostled in place as the lights flickered.
“Eeeesh,” Jody winced. The badger shifted in place while he tugged at the waist of his jeans. Sopping wet and form fitting, they had begun to chafe noticeably. “Now as for… I can’t draw 2p orbitals for shit. If you have your textbooks toss em’ open.”
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Jody steadied himself against the chalkboard as the latest round of rumbles subsided. Teeth clenched, the badger wordlessly endured the denim curves of his jeans painfully digging into his thighs.
THOOOOOM
“Yeah, I’m not gonna bother trying to talk over this.” Shoulders slumped, Jody turned to face the class. The student body, with jaws agape, regarded him with abject dread and terror.
“…What?”
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Jody shuddered when he felt his ears push the ceiling panes out of place. That, and, his butt cheeks spilling over the sides of his splitting jeans. “Aww hell. Okay. Umm.”
THOOOM
“Now would be a good time to evacuate,” the badger’s syrupy voice implored them. Dropping to his knees, his ever swelling assets forcing his zipper undone and revealing his tastes in underwear for all to see, Jody curled his fingers. Chunks of carpet collected beneath his claws.
He tried to look on the bright side as his students desperately shook off the indifference and apathy that typically accompanied the classroom setting. “At least… most of my clothes grew with me?”
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Back pressed against the ceiling, Jody grunted as his jeans exploded into a cloud of blue confetti. The badger’s colossal ass cheeks cratered against the blackboard behind him and sent it tumbling down on top of his calves and bloated soles. “Damn you hubris,” Jody pitifully mumbled as his shirt tugged up along his shoulders and struggled to cover his pecs.
THOOOM
Another strike of lightning and another burst of growth. Jody wheezed as his shirt became little more than a snugly fitting, and suffocating, collar. Dragging a finger along his neck he tore it off in frantic desperation as light fixtures crashed around him. “You evacuated yet?”
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
The now empty wall the blackboard once covered bowed out beneath the weight of Jody’s bloated toes and ample ass cheeks. Resting on his arms, the tremendous TA’s back brushed against the ventilation and copper wiring that coursed through the ceiling. “Not good not good not good.” Jody grit his teeth as he worriedly regarded his panicked class cowering in the back. His surges of growth, in tune to the pounding thunder, had come too fast and too frequent for them to escape. The fact that he was clad only in his underwear, while humiliating, was becoming more and more of an afterthought at this point.
THOOM
His arms crushed the desks caught beneath him into a mangled mess of metal and splinters. There was no where else to go much less grow. The badger’s snout pressed against the students, packed together crushingly so, as he came to fill the entirety of the room. They wouldn’t survive the next growth spurt. Not under him, anyway.
“…I don’t have anything witty or clever to say that won’t make this weird,” his booming and bone rattling baritone declared. “But better in me than under me! This’ll only be temporary, promise!” Ahhhhing wide, the badger shamefully dragged his meaty and saliva soaked tongue along the back wall. Dozens of students, backpacks, pencils, pens, and desks were caught up in the undulating pink mass and pulled back into his mouth. Cheeks puffed out, Jody blushing fiercely as he could feel his class wriggling against them, the badger held his breath and waited out the next spurt.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
A cloud of drywall, brick, and insulation rose up around Jody as he lay sprawled out upon the ruins of the chemistry building. He staggered to his feet and dragged an arm across his brow as rain pounded against him once more. Swallowing hard, he nervously surveyed the damage done as his thick feet sank into the water logged earth. “Phewwwww,” he sighed. “That was a close one, huh gang?”
Jody’s eyes went wide as a hearty, and library flattening, belch roared free from his throat. “Shit.” The badger pounded a fist against his chest and frantically tried to force back up the contents of his stomach.
THOOOOOM
“Shit shit shit shit shit,” his deepening, window shattering, and increasingly incomprehensible voice muttered in a panic. Jody paid little mind to the fact that his gargantuan feet now covered entire city blocks that were being lost in the wrinkles of his soles.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Or that his forced burps, and the waves of displaced air that accompanied them, were severely testing the structural integrity of every building for miles around.
THOOOOOOOOM
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Category Story / Macro / Micro
Species Badger
Size 120 x 117px
File Size 15.2 kB
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