Teachers Pet

Warning: this story is...very strongly questionable with it’s ethics in a way I feel worth bringing up at the front, while it doesn’t do anything out of the ordinary some of the words I choose to implement in the narration may make one squeamish. 

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Andrew flaunted around in front of the classroom mirror, luxuriating in the pleasure of his curvy body. The look of his tits, the softness of his skin, and the mischievous smile. He was addicted. And he loved it. And it terrified him sometimes. 

He was acutely aware of the reality of his situation; he was being groomed. Mrs. Olivia had turned him into her assistant teacher, Ms. Amanda Kirkwood, to eventually replace her as the bitchy self-serving teacher at his high school. Eventually, this was going to be permanent. And it thrilled him and horrified him. And yet his body still buzzed with arousal as he felt the limitless potential in being Amanda. 

The first time he’d felt the spell imposed on his young form it had been painful and horrifying, the sensation of his bones popping and extending in impossible ways, the expansion of hips, the banishment of all his masculinity as squeezable, sensitive tits pushed up out of his chest while his dick shrank away into a tight, tempting pussy that heated up with arousal. 

She would reveal to him that the magic worked best on someone who was ‘in sync’ with the caster. And he’d made an easy mark with the obvious crush, the crush that caused his sexual powerhouse of a body that coursed with a desire to be touched by the woman who’d forced this new change on her. All the while she kissed and sculpted away his foolish male face into something easier on the eyes. 

And reality altered while Amanda was in the world. No one remembered Andrew during the time he was acting as Mrs. Olivia’s assistant. Things explained to him as she pushed him down between her thighs to taste the pussy he’d fantasized about all year to that point, lapping away as he felt the corruption and fulfillment of his fantasy push him into playing along with this evil plan of hers. Amanda would receive everything Andrew ever wanted. 

Andrew lost track countless times now as they both partook in pleasuring each other in between class periods, every transformation less painful and much easier as she was willed into Amanda. 

She was on the fast track to becoming a permanent fixture in the faculty. And with Andrew having recently taught how to tap into the latent magic that had constantly radiated into his body so he could shift into Amanda now at will so long as he was on school grounds. It was beginning to feel like the wait wouldn’t be much longer. 

She grinned and smiled at the mirror again, finger lightly brushing her clit as she swayed her hips. 

The door opened behind her. Amanda turned to smile at Mrs. Oliva, only for the smile to fall away into a frown. 

Owen. The bully of her former self.

 She hastily pulled her shirt up hoping she’d covered up in time. “To what do I owe the visit Mr. Vanderbilt?” somewhere inside there was nervousness from Andrew, Owen always had something up his sleeve. Though Amanda tried to assuage those fears. She was the teacher. And she was in control here. 

Owen looked angry “I think the jig is up” 

Amanda cocked a well-groomed eyebrow “Oh? What do you mean with that?” 

“Don’t play dumb with me dipshit, I know it’s Andrew under all that”  Owen took a step forward, cocky and sure of himself. 

Amanda’s blood ran cold. Andrew’s mind ran a million miles a second. How had this happened? Mrs. Olivia had kept the window on her door covered at all times. There was no way anyone should have been able to know what was going on..

Unless Owen was somehow immune to the magic that altered reality. “Andrew? I think you are misremembering Owen, there is no Andrew that attends this school” 

The bully took another step. “There was until you showed up, and then he disappeared. And then he came back...I’ve never seen you two in the same place, and when you’re here no one even acts like Andrew was ever real. Not even his best friends” 

Amanda crossed her arms. “I see….” he mind raced to see how she could spin this. “So, Mr. Vanderbilt, you think you remember a student named Andrew, and you believe that somehow, he becomes me.” She walked forward, an inch between the two of them. 

She saw what might have almost been a flash of nervousness, before nodding, his confidence seemed to melt away under the presence of her own. “And how exactly do you think I was able to do this?” 

Owen's eyes shifted nervously as she suddenly grasped him by the groin, giving his balls a firm squeeze. “So let me ask you this question; if this was true I’d like to ask you...what were you going to do? It’s my word versus yours...and you’re a delinquent bully last I checked”  Her eyes flashed predatorily 

“Black...mail” Owens voice shrank into a grunting squeak “him to...do..sex” he tried to focus as she rubbed his cock through his jeans, keeping her eyes locked with his as she smiled 

“Oh really...so you aimed to just..keep bullying this...supposed Andrew” She suddenly pulled him around and pushed him onto a desk in the classroom. “Knowing full well of that if you were right, they held a position of authority in the school” Amanda’s heartbeat heavily as she threw a leg over the desk, pulling herself into a straddling position having mounted this pathetic boy. 

Somewhere in her head Andrew gawked at the very idea of what she was intending to do, but Amanda’s pussy pulsed at the thought of the power she had at this moment. The bully that had given him hell reduced to an aroused mess as she slowly ground down on his groin, moving up to give him the ability to maneuver around 

“Remove your pants, Mr. Vanderbilt. Now” she said with a husky tone that was mixed between aroused and threatening “or you won’t be leaving this room” 

He hastily reached down, unzipping and pushing his pants down, her own hands pulling his shirt away. She’d never done it with a student, or a man for that matter. But something in the moment said this was the perfect opportunity and so she continued to keep her gaze on him, watching him squirm, eyes darting around anywhere as if he could find the inconsistency and wake from this dream that he’d been trapped in. 

Amanda pulled her panties to one side sliding down on the length of cock, sliding down over it she moaned as she felt the warm steely cock reach inside her. Not as deep as Mr. Olivia’s strap-on..but it did the trick. The warm heat of it inside her caused her to moan out, forcing a kiss onto the teenager's lips. 

Andrew was shocked at how meek his bully had become in the moment, a complete submissive tool for her pleasure 

‘This is what Olivia wants for us, Andrew’ he heard Amanda say to her, the feeling of hot cock in her pussy sending thrills and chills up and down their spine. ‘Students who obey, teachers who won’t ask questions...or better, defend us from criticism we can have it all, Andrew. All we have to do is take it’ 

Amanda drug her nails across Owens's chest pulling out a groan from him as she giggled and whispered hot kinkiness into his ear as he finally returned the thrusts as she bounced on top of him “That's Right, Owen. Fuck this pussy, you wanted it, and now I’m giving it to you, yes..yesssss fuck” she moaned loudly, cumming before he did, her perfect pussy squeezing and milking him. 

Instinctually she seemed to be able to pick up on when Owen was about to cum, and pulled herself off of him, licking his cock and sucking it down her throat as she tore her top away. She possessively pressed her fingers into his balls, nails raking the sensitive flesh as she prolonged his orgasm, watching as his eyes screwed tightly shut. 

“Cum on Owen, this is what you wanted wasn’t it? To coat this sexy teacher's tits? Right Owen? Use that stupid victim to get your rocks off and cum all over his tits, wasn’t it Owen?!” she spoke with an intensity that bordered on manic “Look at me Owen! Look at me you little runt!” she gasped as his eyes bulged open, a loud and shocking moan as his cock let out splattering ropes of cum that covered her tits and face. 

She climbed up to her feet and walked over grabbing a tissue, dabbing, and wiping the gunk away as she kept her gaze locked on him, her presence demanding his attention as he trembled in front of her. 

“So let me tell you about this Owen. You’ve guessed right.” Amanda confessed “I don’t know how you remember, but yes, I am Andrew. But when I’m like this, I’m Amanda.” 

Owen trembled and nodded 

“I like it like this, in fact, I revel in it. It isn’t permanent. I have to switch back every now and again” 

She leaned forward and pressed a kiss into his mouth again, hand rubbing his wilting cock “And so this is how it’s going to be. You and Andrew are going to be ‘friends’ you play nice with him..and I’ll let you play nice with me” she took another kiss drinking in the conflicted feeling both Owen and Andrew inside her were bathing in.

“But, Owen. if you welch out on the deal..or try to fuck with us...well....I always need a new dildo” she smirked. “Now get dressed and get the fuck out of here” 

Owen hastily dressed up and ran out of the room. Amanda giggled to herself as she sat at her desk. 

Hours passed, and Olivia returned to meet with her assistant teacher, kissing her and settling into a passionate love making between the both of them, alternating between giving and taking. 

Olivia explained that some people, if they were immune to the altering of reality magic could do. Had the potential to become a witch in their own right, which made it all the more interesting that Owen was immune. but...She grinned and pet amanda’s hair. That would come in due time, especially since Olivia would be leaving soon, and Amanda could take her own pet. 

And eventually, Andrew had to return, and return to his normal students life for the remainder of the week. 

Olivia smiled at the way she was twisting the world around her. Sitting in her classroom gave her a sense of nostalgia and purpose. It was here, many many years ago that she was oh so delightfully corrupted, where she discovered she was immune to the reality warping power of the witches in this school. 

Oliva remembered Owens memories, and the rest of her delightful life as she was taken under the wing of Amanda and the life they would live together twisting the school staff around their fingers and then eventually Amanda taught Olivia the spell needed to travel back in time to recreate the circumstances to create Mrs. Kirkwood. 

She licked her lips as she could only wonder where her life would go from here when she ‘retired’ 

One thing she knew though, is It would be so fucking hot 

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Yeah, hi. It's been a while. 

This was meant to be released in August but a bunch of stuff happened between then and now, I won't bore you with the details but basically, I'm gonna try and get back into the habit of one post a month again. 

So broad strokes, this story idea is largely taking inspiration from here https://www.deviantart.com/darthdc/gallery/75121549/miss-lacroix I definitely say check it out if you have the desire to. 

Also, 2022 is gonna be the year I aspire to try and make some secondary income off my writing, there's no pressure but if you're a fan, and have a little spare money I got a ko-fi with a planned patreon somewhere in the year https://ko-fi.com/adra_collins