“If you take the inverse of a function’s sin, its absolute value will always be e squared over pi X. Everyone understand that? Ok; If you have a question, ask now, cuz this is definitely gonna be on tomorrow’s te- Ahem…
Whoa…”
Brett’s aroused boredom is disturbed as his calculus teacher suddenly stops droning on; he knew he’d never understand a word of Ms Pacific’s lectures, but seeing her perfect body in the halls was too tempting. Even with her kind grading Brett’s failing hard, and he would’ve dropped out of the class last month if it weren’t for the way she dresses.
His constant surveillance of her body gives him the critical ability to notice the change in posture, now less graceful and more forced. Your tone is slightly tougher than Ms Pacific’s usual, and Brett notices the look in your eyes is different but familiar… You then draw on Ms Pacific’s memories and continue the lecture like normal, instantly boring Brett again until the class ends.
“Hey Mister Failure, get over here!” You demand, grabbing Brett’s arm on his way out of the classroom.
Brett always leaves last to get as much of Ms Pacific’s body in as he can, so there’s nobody left in the classroom when you lock the door. Brett’s pants tent up instantly, and a dumb smile on his face makes you explode with laughter before pretending it’s arousal.
“O my gawd… That cock is so big!!” You giggle, making yourself sound like a schoolgirl as Brett’s bulge throbs.
You push him into a desk and get down on your knees, just laughing and staring into his eyes as nervous horniness freezes him.
“You’re such a dick!!” You start laughing after five minutes of intense staring, “You didn't make a single move, what a loser!”
“Wait, huh?” Brett asks, all sexiness leaving the room as his boner deflates.
“I swapped into Ms Pacific’s body to see if you would really do what you said you would to her, I mean I didn’t really think through what would happen if you actually fucked me… but I knew you wouldnt!!” You laugh maniacally, shaming Brett and tormenting him incessantly.
“I didn’t know you were a bodyswapper…” Brett trails off, an angry and embarrassed look in his eyes.
“I can, I just- Need you inside me now!!” You suddenly coo, eyes opening wide as your mouth says things you don’t want it to.
“I have some really special powers over swapped bodies…” Brett trails off, vengeance and pain in his eyes.
“Please don’t- not fuck me! No I- want you to do unspeakable things to me… Sir?!” You exclaim fearfully, words interjecting and cutting out against your control as Brett chuckles.
“This is just the beginning, baby.
Let me feel those boobs, are they real? I’ve always wondered…” Brett trails off, boner poking into your chest as you giggle and let him play with your breasts.
“They feel pretty real to me, what do you think?” You giggle, feeling surges of building arousal as Brett smiles.
“Feels like we’re gonna have a lot of fun today, now get to business.” Brett commands, leaning back in the desk as your arm goes up the leg of his shorts and your manicured fingers wrap around his veiny shaft.
You know you should be repulsed, but instead you feel a puddle form between your legs. Brett makes you squeal as he pinches your nipples, and you bring your other hand up his shorts. You pump with enthusiasm, whimpering as you begin to lactate euphorically.
“I can do anything to a swapped body and the mind within it, and I don’t have to do anything but imagine…” Brett trails off with a smirk as you stroke his member with a blank look, and suddenly your body stands as he gets up from the desk. Pure bliss builds up in from within, making you laugh euphorically as Brett comes from behind and presses his boner into your ass. You feel your body inflate as Brett gropes you, and asks if you’re enjoying it.
“I can’t like, say no, you total jerk! Please make me less horny!!” You beg between moans, your hourglass figure weakly struggling as your eyes glaze over.
You try to focus and turn around, hoping to slap Brett and run away. Then glasses suddenly appear on your face, and Brett’s hand is inside your bra. He flips your breast out as you grab at his arm to stop him, and suddenly your back arches from an overwhelming wave of orgasms and joy.
Brett kisses your neck as you moan, then slaps your ass as you walk over to the teacher’s desk. Your hips wiggle a bit, and you think you feel them expand even more. Your ass definitely feels more jiggly, and- O fuck, your knees almost buckle as he peels the thong off your pussy. There’s silence as you await his penetration, but nothing can prepare you for the moment he spreads your folds.
You moan loudly as his cock massages your womanhood, and squeal in aroused pain as he spanks your bare ass cheek. Your breasts swing back and forth as Brett thrusts into you, but slowly the overwhelming horniness subsides. Soon the sex is more embarrassing than pleasurable, and even through the powerful sensations you beg for Brett to stop.
He just grabs your hips silently, picking up the pace of his thrusting as your appeals get caught in your throat. Slowly an odd pressure bubbles up, and you feel a need for release. You move your ass back, trying to get Brett’s cock deeper inside you. This doesn’t bring you relief though, and you finally realize what will.
“I need your cum, Brett!!” You cry out, squeezing your groin and milking precum out of Brett.
The warm liquid feels ice cold inside you, and slowly spreads the smallest inkling of relief.
“More!!!” You beg, suddenly convulsing as Brett erupts deep inside you.
A wave of orgasmic bliss washes over you, making your eyes roll back as Brett holds your crotch close to his. Your pulsating womanhood constricts as you squeeze, milking Brett of all his cum as relief finally washes over you.
“Let’s go home.” Brett says, putting his backpack over his shoulder as the orgasm’s afterglow fades.
You feel shame as you walk to your car with Brett, driving straight to Ms Pacific’s house when he instructs you. Once inside Brett just sits on the couch, puts his feet up and turns on the tv. He has you cook him dinner and jerk him off while he eats, the entire time begging for him to change you back.
“Before I go to bed I’ll help you out, you really think you wanna change back?” Brett asks, smiling as you feel your body gain mass.
Your height returns to normal and your face feels the same as it once did, though you wish he would just let you swap back to your old body. Your perfect breasts shrink as your toned belly becomes the pudgy one you always had, but the transformation suddenly stops when you feel it focus on your pussy.
You’re left with chubby A cups, and a body that very much resembles your own minus the manhood. Brett wishes you goodnight, turning off the light in the guest room before heading for the master bedroom. You lay in bed with a racing heart, a desire to see what you now look like slowly building till you get up and look in the mirror.
You’re dissapointed by your androgynous body, and feel a deep inner craving to be more feminine. Is that what you really want?? A penis and some hair would turn you back to normal, and also a haircut… But you feel a craving to have deeper cleavage, and an hourglass figure that guys drool over. Your current body is just… plain.
You spend the rest of the night pleasuring yourself, imagining being a petite model with big breasts. You see Brett stands in the doorway in the morning, asking if you still wanna be a man.
“Give me the girliest body, with wide hips and a thin waist, two big boobies and a bubble butt!! I can’t live without it, Brett!!” You beg, completely nude and unashamed as you get on your knees before him.
You feel a new lightness as your hair straightens out and turns blonde, and your face shrinks as sexy glasses frame them. You giggle as your butt fills with fat, swelling into your calves and lifting your waist. You jump up as your shirt shrinks, and feel your jiggling butt protrude way behind you as your panties turn into a strappy thong. The sensation of thigh high socks squeezing your smooth legs makes you moan orgasmically, and Brett asks you to turn around as your lips plump up and pout.
“You made me so sexy…” You giggle in a ditzy voice, turning around to show Brett your perfect bum.
“Now tell me if there’s anything wrong, I could change any little thing so don’t hold back…” Brett trails off, smirking evilly as you check yourself out in the mirror.
“I liked the red hair, and I think my boobies could be a little juicier…” You whisper seductively, surprised to hear such girly ideas coming out of your mouth.
Brett seems delighted to hear your critiques, and before you can ask what the plan is a flash of light fills your vision. You feel heavy sandbags on your chest, and a new energy consumes your last bits of critical thinking. The need to bounce becomes too much to bear, and you giggle lusciously as your chest jiggles.
“How’s this body? Is it red enough? Juicy enough for you?” Brett asks, teasing you as your glazed over eyes struggle to focus.
“More.” You feel yourself whimper, unable to do anything but bounce and giggle as Brett asks what you mean.
“Well then, I guess we’ll just do more of everything?” He asks with fake sincerity, his confused look disappearing as your eyelashes lengthen and darken your vision.
Your hair turns back to the long red curls you previously had as your chest suddenly grows out of your plush push up bra, and your skimpy outfit turns into a slutty cheerleading uniform. Your height increases by almost a foot, and you feel your hips extend outward as your pussy tightens up.
“Can you imagine the looks on those idiot’s faces if you show up like this to teach tomorrow?? I bet we could give someone a heart attack!” Brett laughs, making you giggle as you pose.
“Nobody would ever believe I’m the teacher with so much no braininess, or whatever I don’t have or have or like… O where are my thinkies going??” You desperately ask, thoughts swirling into a dark abyss of nothing as your nipples harden in the cold air.
Slowly your mind clears of all stress, and you happily bounce as a pink fog fills your head. You hug your boyfriend’s muscular torso and beg for his thickness, heart racing as his cock grows and throbs.
“I’m sorry, I gotta go to school now, but we’ll fuck as soon as I get back…” Brett promises, putting his jacket on as he leaves.
“School?? School’s for smart dummies that totally don’t know how to have fun!!” You giggle, completely unaware of your studious past.
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