Teacher’s Pet

Miles lightly jogged down the vacant corridor. He didn’t want people to notice his hurry, despite the fact that he was quite alone in the hallway. From the other side of doors, he heard the muffled voices of a variety of professors, each speaking in a bemused or bored tone to the large rooms of students. Miles had not intended to be late today, but he never intended to be late. Time simply refused to cooperate with his nature. He woke up with his alarm, but he spent a little too long in the shower or an extra few minutes eating breakfast. Perhaps he had not walked to the elevator quickly enough as he left his dorm. He considered it to be a strange cascade of factors, all out of his control, that led to him lightly jogging down the hallway of the Bishop building on his way to Professor Youngblood’s class.

“American Literature Between the Wars” met in one of the end classrooms. Usually, students could enter through a side door a few inches from the classroom, but the university’s renovations meant that entrance closed off. Rather than a clean and open hallway, the path to each classroom at the end of the corridor felt more like walking down a shoddy urban alley. Scaffolding and Visqueen created cloisters around each door, often leading to a lot of congestion and stumbling as people tried to scramble away from their classes. Plenty of construction debris added to the confusion, as well.

It was over one of these odd items that Miles tripped as he tried to enter the classroom unobserved. He heard the professor’s voice stop and could feel the eyes of everyone in the room turn to him. Miles grinned sheepishly and started moving to his seat.

Patricia Youngblood had not enjoyed her morning, and she decided to make that very clear to Miles. “Excuse me, Mr. Jackson. Miles, I believe. Do you know the time? Do you own a watch or an alarm clock? A phone? Are you capable of telling time? Do you somehow believe that you exist outside of one of the basic systems of human life? What time does my class start?” She did not wait for him to answer. Miles stood on the stairs a few feet from her. He glanced around at the other students, but all of them avoided his eyes, each attempting to shrink down in their seats and not be caught in the crossfire. “These are simple questions, Miles. It should not be a shock to your system to address the concept of time. I’m fairly certain that it is one of the meager requirements for admission to the university, and frankly one of the meager expectations of being a human being. How far do you expect to go in this world if you can’t arrive on time? The habits of successful and decent people include a certain level of knowing what the damn clock says and when to take action. Now sit down and try not to let your disease of tardiness infect any of the students who cared enough to arrive when the class began.”

Miles swallowed and bowed his head as he moved over to an empty chair. No one in the class looked at him, except one. A man was seated at the end of the front row. His head angled sharply to the side as he looked at Miles. The man did not look like a student, and Miles did not recognize him as someone in the class. He wore a thin, black suit which matched his black eyes. On the fold out desk where the man sat, he’d placed a bright red apple. Perhaps he was one of the deans, Miles thought, which might explain Dr. Youngblood’s particular annoyance at her class being interrupted. The man slowly turned his head away and fixed his eerie gaze on the professor as she picked up where she left off. Miles scrambled to find his place in his notes, digging around in his pack for the book being discussed. Occasionally, Dr. Youngblood’s gaze passed over him, and he would make a show of writing or nodding along with interest, but soon his thoughts drifted, oblivious to whatever she was saying. Others in the class would pipe up with discussion which would lead to his classmates nodding or shaking their head then turning to the professor for some resolution.

Miles found himself watching his instructor a little more closely than normal. Dr. Youngblood was likely in her late thirties, a relatively young professor, though Miles rarely judged age well. She normally had the frazzled look that the faculty all seemed to cultivate, as if to evoke in their students a feeling of desperate intelligence. Miles imagined them living in apartments where books composed the primary bones of furniture. They would flit from room to room scrawling down ideas on pieces of paper as they drank from six or seven different cups of cold coffee in a persistent search for their lost thoughts. They would finally hear the chiming of some distant grandfather clock summoning them from their chaos in a rush of wind and pencils, planting them in the middle of a classroom where they struggled against time to impart as much as they could to their students before disappearing back to their homes. The reality lacked whimsy, though. The ordinary lives of his professors always disappointed Miles. In particular, he did not like to see them eat lunch. It seemed altogether too human.

Dr. Youngblood defied the expectation, and her normal appearance, by wearing a well fitted skirt and a loose fitting blouse that complimented her young figure. She wore her dark, glossy hair down, as opposed to her usual habit of wearing it in a bun while it maintained a dry and a rigid texture. Miles even noticed that she wore a brighter shade of lipstick and that her nails gleamed with a light bubblegum color. As he wondered why he was noticing these things, he realized that the man in the suit had vanished. “When did he leave?” Miles wondered. He noticed the apple in Dr. Youngblood’s hand. She took a loud crunching bite as one of the other students rambled on an over-tread thought. She looked at the fruit in her hand as if she too wondered from where it had come.

The guy seated in front of Miles picked up a bit of paper from the floor, glanced at it, and turned around in his seat to offer it to Miles. Somewhat puzzled, since he knew no one else in the class, Miles took it and opened it up.

“Miles Jackson, it is my delight to inform you that today being tardy is the best thing you could have done. Patricia has been dreaming for some time now of a young man to come and take her away from all this. I will not delve too deeply into the arrangement, but suffice to say that it is your responsibility to make her dreams come true, and I am the necessary means. Simply, tell her what you want her to do. Make any changes you like. The effects will remain for Ms. Youngblood, but I would advise wiping the chalkboards, so to speak, before you leave the classroom as some of your peers may not understand and could come to resent you. Sincerely, Thaddeus. P.S. I would start with something simple. Suggest that she removes her blouse.”

A strange tingling spread into his fingers where he touched the paper. His eyes began to rapidly read the note again while trying to ignore the sudden thumping of his own heart. As he tried to understand the message, he became aware of the silence around him. Glancing up, he saw every person in the room staring back at him. The students in front of him were turned in their chairs, craning their necks to look at him, and he could feel the eyes of all those behind him boring into the back of his skull. It was worse than when he had come in late.

***

Dr. Youngblood spoke, “Do you have something you would like to share with the class, Miles?”

“No,” he muttered.

“Do you really have nothing to say to me?” Youngblood continued. Miles thought she sounded desperate.

The note trembled in his outstretched hand. Part of him wanted to throw it to the ground and run away, but that part was greatly overshadowed by a devious desire to see what would happened if he followed the instructions. “Take off your blouse,” he said with sudden confidence.

Dr. Youngblood furrowed her brow for a moment and then smiled with relief. She slowly raised her hands to her chest and started unbuttoning her shirt. Adrenaline flooded into Miles’s body. He spoke and she obeyed. His professor finished revealing her chest as she dropped the garment to the floor. Her breasts heaved up and down slowly, pushed up in a lacy black bra. She stood rigidly awaiting another command, and Miles felt his power over her.

The others in the room turned away from Miles to watch their teacher undress, but now that she had finished the task at hand, they all turned back to Miles and watched him expectantly. “And now unbutton your skirt and let it fall.”

Again, Patricia lapsed into fluid action, as if someone had pressed play on a stopped video. She unfastened her skirt and let it wriggle down her hips, leaving her in only her matching black lace underwear. Miles had respected the woman’s figure, but did not know how much he was missing. Undressing revealed a smooth and toned toned body with delicate white coloring. Miles’s cock stirred as he looked at her return to her rigid waiting.

Miles stood up, and all the eyes in the room followed him. “Ok, this is freaky. But this can still be some kind of joke, right? I mean, yeah, you’re all doing some horror show stuff with your staring, but that can be coordinated. And Dr. Youngblood is just in her underwear, I mean, yeah that’s kind of out of the norm and wildly inappropriate, but nothing major. Maybe this is some kind of psyche experiment.” He looked at a young man sitting a few seats down from him, “Tell me, is this some kind of experiment?”

The man’s brow furrowed for a moment, and he replied, “No, it’s not an experiment.” His voice sounded hollow and distant.

Miles turned back to the professor, “Then Dr. Youngblood will remove her underwear, turn around and bend over the desk.”

Patricia began moving immediately. First, she reached behind her and unfastened her bra, letting her breasts fall into full view as every pair of eyes in the room watched her. Miles gasped as his teacher revealed her tits to everyone so easily. Next, she hooked her thumbs in her panties and pulled them down with a swift motion. As she stood upright, Miles received a full view of a shaved pussy, slightly moist with arousal. She turned around and gave her audience a full view of her firm ass before bending over the desk and waiting for further commands.

Miles couldn’t believe his eyes. A gorgeous woman had just exposed herself to an entire room of her students, presenting her ass to the classroom almost dripping with arousal. His cock strained for release, and he knew that he wasn’t the only one in the room to be experiencing it. He moved down to the front of the room, keenly aware that every pair of eyes followed him. Once he was close enough to touch his teacher, he looked out at the crowd. “Everyone who wants to, get naked.” Immediately, each and every student in the room stood and started pulling away their clothes. Miles watched with giddy horror.

***

Miles looked at the note in his hand. The words on it seemed to glow, “Make any changes you like.” He looked at the woman bent over in front of him and saw no flaws, but wanted to test his new gift anyway. Amid the noise of two dozen twenty somethings undressing, Miles said, “I want your ass to be plump and round.”

Patricia’s skin took on an odd shimmer that Miles found it difficult to look at directly. Nevertheless, he saw the change as her ass swelled into that of a round, wobbly mass. Unable to resist, he reached out and dug his fingers into the soft flesh, and Patricia moaned. The tingling that had started in his fingertips now spread throughout his whole body like an electric current running through him. As he touched Patricia, he knew she was feeling the same thing. The air hummed with an unheard frequency, and Miles knew that each and every person in the room was connected by that same feeling.

His hand continued to grope Patricia’s flesh, his fingers crawling inward to her thighs. “Stand up,” he said. Immediately, she righted herself and turned to face him. He moved his hands up to her luscious breasts and gave them a rough squeeze. “Take off my clothes,” he said. Eagerly, Patricia pulled off his shirt and pants. His body fluttered with excitement as she pulled down his boxers, and his cock sprang free. Patricia slowly wrapped her hand around the throbbing member, and he shivered as the current coursed between them. “Tell me what you want to do right now.”

Patricia smiled and squeezed his cock in her hand, “I want to suck your cock. That’s what every girl in this room wants. But I get to do it don’t I?”

“Get on your knees,” he said giving her tits one last squeeze and flicking his thumbs over her nipples. Patricia knelt before him, smiling eagerly. She tilted her head back and opened her mouth, wagging her tongue at him as he lightly touched the side of her face. “Suck me until I cum in your throat.” Patricia’s lips enveloped his hot cock, her tongue swirling around the head as he pushed into the back of her throat. Miles let out a low groan as the electric feeling began pulsing through his brain. His teacher bobbed back and forth along his cock, allowing her free hand to drift between her legs and stroke her own folds.

Miles looked over at the closest couple. He recognized the six foot eight black guy as one of the school’s football players, Tyrone Livingston. Tyrone always wore baggy clothing, either oversized sweaters in the winter or baggy t-shirts and shorts in the spring. Miles knew, intellectually, that the young man was a behemoth of muscle and strength, but never let himself imagine the actual physique that went along with that. Tyrone stood at his full height, his barrel chest heaving up and down with rippling muscle. His thighs were as big around as Miles’s head. A gorgeous, lily-white skinned girl slapped her ass against those powerful thighs while drooling incoherently in pleasure. The beast of a man behind her gleefully thrust his girthy cock in and out of her hot pussy.

The sight of it sent Miles over the edge. Patricia grabbed hold of his balls as the first spurt of cum splashed on her tongue. She tugged lightly as he gushed into her throat. Wave after wave of cum spewed from his cock as she continued stroking him. His body shuddered with pleasure as the last little glob was stroked out of his cock. “That was fucking amazing,” he said. “God, I wish I didn’t have to wait to go again.” As he said it, the hypersensitivity in the head of his cock disappeared, desire started to fill his mind again, and he saw his cock growing back to it’s full length, urged on by Patricia’s expert hands.

“I can change myself too,” Miles thought. He looked back at Tyrone. The football player had already dumped one load into the first girl and now moved on to a nearby redhead’s mouth. “I want his physique and another four inches on my cock,” he said with a maddened smile.

At first, it felt similarly pleasurable to the hum he had been feeling since it all began. The electric feeling grew more intense as he waited. He looked at his crotch, expecting to see the same shimmer that he’d seen with Patricia’s ass. Nothing happened for a while, but then the hum turned into a violently painful shock. Miles let out a surprised wail of pain and collapsed on the ground. Once, when he was young, his friends dared him to grab hold of an electric fence. He did and the few seconds of mild electrocution had left him terrified of the fence for years. The feeling wracking through his body in the classroom was infinitely worse, as if thousands of needles punctured his skin over and over again.

Patricia licked her lips as she watched. She wasn’t surprised, nor was anyone else in the room seemingly aware of what was happening. Thaddeus told her how it would happen when she struck the deal. Not the specifics exactly, but that it always turned out the same way more or less. Give a human a small bit of power, and they’ll want more. Give a human ultimate power, and they’ll take so much that they will overwhelm their own mind. It was a dangerous deal, the magician warned her. The boy would have the power over reality while in the room, and he could make her do anything he wanted. He could have asked for her to turn into a slug, and her being would have been entirely destroyed. But Patricia knew the minds of young men like Miles. They only wanted one thing. Now she would have her studly fuck toy to do with as she wanted and it only took a half hour of risk. Watching him change while the other attractive young pairs around the room continued to copulate made her very eager to test out her toy’s new cock, but she knew they needed to leave the room or risk Miles giving another command.

Miles contorted on the floor, his bones snapping and his muscles tearing and reforming over and over. Sweat covered his skin, and his face locked in a grimace of pain. The transformation went on for ten minutes, but the pain finally passed. He managed to compose himself once more. He stood up, leaving a damp pool of sweat on the ground behind him. He wobbled slightly as he adjusted to his new height and new legs. Looking at his hands, he marveled at the spread of his fingers. They felt strong and powerful. He stretched out his arms to their full length to either side of him, enjoying the sensation of deft power. A scent began to fill his mind. The smell of sex permeated the room, and it drove his thoughts back to the orgy at hand. He became aware of his cock and saw that it was standing out rigidly in front of him, throbbing and hard. He gripped his length in his hand, moving up and down the ten inch member with mild fascination. Patricia caught his eye.

“Whoa there big fella,” she said softly. “Now we get to do what I want.” She turned around and wiggled her bouncy ass at him. “Come with me, and we’ll put that new cock to use.” Patricia started walking towards the door, but Miles didn’t follow.

Miles knew that something was wrong. As much as his cock wanted to follow the voluptuous ass and fuck her senseless, he thought doing what she said was a bad idea. His tongue felt heavy, and the buzzing in his head made it difficult to think. He grunted as he tried to form a word that he could only vaguely remember.

“Geez, can you not even speak now?” Patricia said. “Maybe your brain went too. Just how dumb did it make you?” Miles new hulking form turned to her, and he glared. “Come on, stupid,” she said, grabbing his wrist.

He jerked away from her. “No, stay!” The words fumbled out of his mouth, but they landed heavily in the room. Panic flowed through her Patricia’s body. She wanted to run, to get out of the room and as far from Miles as she could, but her legs rooted to the ground. Miles shook his head like he was trying to get water from his ears. “Make clearer!” he grunted.

Immediately, the fog in his mind lifted. It had been a trap. Patricia tried to trick him into leaving the room. “You bitch,” he said. She started to reply, but he held up his hand. “What, did you want to keep me as your personal cock to fuck when you felt like it? Like some kind of dumb animal.” Miles turned to the rest of the room. “Everyone get dressed. Walk out of this room and forget everything that happened here.”

Obediently, but with odd cheer, the other students all followed the command, leaving Patricia and Miles alone in the classroom, both still naked. Despite their situation, Miles couldn’t stop ogling Patricia’s body, and his cock remained rigid with desire. Similarly, Patricia, though frightened to her core, could not ignore the wetness between her thighs or tear her eyes away from the throbbing cock as the emptiness inside her grew.

“How much money do you have?” Miles asked, still absent-mindedly stroking his erect cock.

Patricia was compelled to answer, “My salary isn’t much, but I was left a trust fund of a sizable amount.”

Miles stepped closer to her and grabbed her by the waist. In a swift motion he lifted her up and sat her down on her desk, casually pushing open her legs. He sidled in closer to her, letting his cock slide along her right thigh, leaving a damp trail of precum. “I’ll make you a deal. You tried to fuck me over and steal my life, but I won’t do that to you. First, I want you to imagine something. Imaging being beautiful and young without a thought in the world other than to please your man. Imagine having big milky tits and this delicious bubblegum ass. Imagine your pussy being permanently shaved and always hungry for this cock. Look at the size of it and imagine that pushing up inside of you, filling you up completely. Imagine it pumping cum inside of you, down your throat, across those big tits. Imagine that for as long as this voodoo keeps us like this. Imagine us living together on your trust fund and whatever job I want. Imagine being without me and craving my cock, imagine waking up in the morning and pushing it inside of you before I wake up, and imagine that you’re casually doing the dishes when I push apart your legs and shove it in to the hilt. Imagine all that.”

As he spoke, the images swirled in her head like a movie only she could see. She saw herself eagerly taking his cock in every way she could think and being desperate to have it again and again.

“But you get to choose,” Miles said. “You can walk out of that door and forget any of this ever happened. Today will be erased from your memory, and you’ll wake up tomorrow, come to class, and carry on with your normal boring life. Or, you can put my cock against your pussy lips, grab hold of my ass and pull me inside of you. You decide.”

A small part of her thought it would be indecent to not hesitate. That part of her vanished in the instant he pushed inside of her. Her nails dug into his firm ass as she pulled him inside. The size of his cock pushed her over the edge immediately, and her body shuddered in orgasm as her new body and mind took over.

Miles grinned happily as he started fucking his new bimbo. His professor’s tits doubled in size, becoming heavy and firm with new flesh. Her already slim stomach became taut and free of blemish while her hips rounded out to match her ass. Initially, he thought he would split her apart with his new girth, but the changes seemed to accommodate for that as well. She became taller and fuller in form, such that his ten inch cock could comfortably sheath itself in her waiting, bald pussy. She pulled him in for a kiss, and he picked her up from the desk with ease, allowing him to fuck her in mid air as she moaned and writhed against him. His head craned down to take her left breast into his mouth and rolled his tongue around the pert nipple.

She could feel him inside of her, his cock throbbing in rhythm to their strokes. The walls of her pussy massaged and pulled at the invading member, eager to extract his spunk. His bearlike hands gripped her ass cheeks hard as he began to spurt inside of her. He pulled back, but before he could push in again, Patricia angled away so that his cock pushed up between them. The ridge of his dick slid against her clit and caused a new round of pleasure to flood her mind. Cum continued to spray from the cock, splattering on her stomach and the underside of her new tits. Each drop felt like a burning spot of pure pleasure against her skin. Spent and exhausted, Miles let her down, but pulled her close into a hug, still greedily pulling and massaging her ass.

“You made the right choice. Let’s get cleaned up and go see our new home.” Patricia cleaned herself off as Miles confronted the issue of fitting in his old clothes. “Oh, any other changes you want to make before we go?”

Patricia tried to speak, but couldn’t remember what to say, “Oh I don’t know pookie, what do you want? I could have big puffy lips for sucking cock better.”

Miles smiled, “Good idea. And young forever, of course.” Patricia’s lips swelled to big pillows which she pursed at him. “Oh, and you like to eat pussy too. And you always want more women to see your stud’s big cock. You love watching other women be fucked by me. Especially while they eat you out. Isn’t that right?”

“Ooo! Yes! Yes!”

Miles pulled on his sweater. “Hmm..do you think that we could sort of keep this magic stuff going? Worth a shot I guess. Any woman that I cum in her mouth, pussy, and ass becomes just like us.” He shrugged, “Probably won’t work outside of here anyway.”

Patricia pouted, “Awww, what about me? I think I want more than one cock too.”

Miles considered it for a moment, “I guess it’d be hot to watch you suck a guy off while I fuck you. Hmm. You can lactate on command a honeymilk which will give any man my physique.”

“Aww! Yay!!!!” Patricia bounced up and down, her tits wobbling back and forth. “Where we going now Miles?”

He scooped her up in his arms for a kiss. “I think we should go see if our new gifts work outside the room. I’ve always liked redheads too.