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🕑 Added 2025-08-01 08:12:06 +0000 UTCText only version. For the illustrated version, please refer to the Discord channel included with your member benefits.
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“And that was the basis for the strategy employed by the patriots during the revolutionary war, now class if you could all please switch your textbooks over to page…” your eyes start to lose focus as Mr. Walker recounts the same old boring tales printed out on your history books, the same tales that you should probably be paying attention to if you don’t want to repeat another year of history class ‘Mom’s going to pull me out of college if I do’ the thought drifts through your tired mind, you cannot afford to repeat the class again this year ‘Bathroom’ your mind manages to get your body up from your desk, set on finding your way onto the bathroom to get some fresh water on your face and hopefully recover enough energy to last through the lecture. Although, as your eyes refocus to avoid a trip or bump, you notice something peculiar “Huh?” is all you can really slip out, not even halfway off your desk as your eyes focus on an unnerving sight within the walls of the now quiet classroom, well, frozen would be a more apt description as your gaze falls on your now quiet, statue like professor, frozen in time as he was writing something down on the blackboard. Everywhere that your gaze lands on it sees only more of your frozen classmates, perpetually fixed in position, not even their chests rise to breathe, it’s like they are not even alive.
The scene makes your skin crawl a bit, it is almost like being stuck in a room full of uncannily human mannequins “Don’t panic, come sit down with me” a calm voice cuts through the silence, its noise drawing your attention right to the desk besides yours “Damian?” your whisper as you stare back at the only other normal person in the room, Damian, the quiet kid; the poor soul who would always get his ass bullied and his wallet emptied, always locking eyes with you for help, but even being his desk neighbor he never received said help. “Wha-” you can’t even get the first letter out of your mouth before your body goes along with his “suggestion”, your vision hovering over his blonde bowl cut before settling into his unsettling shiny blue eyes as your puppeteered frame sits its ass down “I-I why are you…” you begin to hyperventilate as his eyes burrow into every fiber of your being, like a kid staring at the pictures on the back of his newly purchased game “You are not paying attention are you Jesse? Clearly not to Mr. Walker” he points at the frozen old man “And not to me because not once did you try and help. You just saw me and turned away, acting as if nothing was going on, I didn’t expect you to step in but at least calling them out would be something” his hand comes up to grasp at your shoulder, his fingers settling on a firm grip through your shirt.
“What do you want from me” you state as firmly as you can in your situation, earning only a smirk in response until his hand sneaked around to cup your chin “Let’s take a look around shall we?” you are not quite sure why you let him, but your head obediently follows as he turns it wherever he wants you to look, eventually settling on one particularly specific corner of the room “Know her?” he asks, his finger pointing at a female classmate, Julie, a peculiarly big assed latina who has nearly all the guys on campus salivating for a touch and simping whenever she posted a picture onto her socials “Who doesn’t” you mutter through his grip “Apparently no one, she used to be called Julio you know? Cool guy, popular with the ladies, punched my guts for my wallet in the parking lot” something is off, you are not sure what he means, but every sensor in your brain is firing in overtime as he points again. This time he lands on the bustiest girl in class and particularly well known lockers slut, Amy “Used to be called Rob, he loved only two things in life; fucking with me and the football team. Let’s just say she still loves one of those things” he chuckles at his own twisted joke all while you feel like you are about to vomit, he can not be serious; is what you’d like to believe but his nonchalantness and the frozen classroom can not reassure that thought.
“I turned them all into lovable sluts, pretty cool, huh? And it’s all thanks to this nifty thing” his hand is immediately raised up to your face, showcasing a golden ring with a shiny blue gem “My late grandpa’s gift, apparently all the men in the family used this thing to make a perfect partner, turns out it can work repeatedly if you just don’t claim said partner” you catch about half of the things he said, hands and feet at the ready to make a run for it as soon as you get the chance “What are you going to do now then” you try to bait some more exposition out of him only to get distracted by the gem’s blue glow as a ray shines from it, hitting you straight in the gut in a shock of pain that causes your whole body to bend forwards defensively “Oh Jessie, you were not paying attention were you?” he mocks at deaf ears, your body to distracted by a systemic signal of pain as something starts to rearrange itself beneath your abdomen “What did you do to memmgh!” you groan out at the end, your body wrecked by the worst intestinal pain you’ve had in a while. You bend forwards, arms around your body as it reflexively tries to ease away from the sensation when you feel something brush up under your shirt. Your heart sinks when you move your arms aside to reveal two small mounds uncomfortably pushing up against your shirt “N…no” your mind screams at you, but it does not get you to stop your thinning hands to come up to them and squeeze “Mmmph~” your teeth sink into your lips in order to stop a moan from breaking free, the petite mounds sensitive enough to heat up your whole being as your fingers graze over the two hard nipples poking through the top.
The sensation doesn’t distract you for long as your hips start to ache “Oohh” you lay forwards, arms on the desk to steady your figure. Unintentionally raising your lower body in the process, granting your tormentor a delicious view of your blossoming hips as they pop out at your sides “Ughh!~” you try to stifle another moan but it scapes from your plump gloss covered lips unfiltered, a blush forming over your rounding cheeks, and you squeeze your legs in shame and discomfort as your waist caves into itself, squeezing the air out of you and splitting the unnecessary mass of your abdomen like a toothpaste tube as it leaves behind a soft tummy with a sexy hourglass figure. You feel part of the evicted mass move down into your lower body, flowing into your legs and crawling under your skin until it settles within your thighs. They grow thick and jiggly in a moment's notice, squeezing your shriveling cock in between and nearly bursting open the newly formed thigh highs that cover up their soft skin from wandering eyes.
“My leghhh~” you moan in very sultry pitch as, with a final pathetic dribble, your cock is squashed under their weight. The skin molded into two puffy lips that immediately start moistening up from your building arousal. An ache surrounds your ass cheeks once your legs give up their growth, but it is swiftly overshadowed by the increasing pressure under your top. You raise your much softer face from your tear and saliva drenched arms to lock your petite almond shaped eyes with Damian, a smile plastered on his face and his eyes focused on the source of your discomfort “Aaghh~” as another moan escapes from your perfect cocksleeves forcing your gaze down onto your swelling breasts. Their obscene roundness slowly pushing the limits of your top as they fill up with a heavy influx of mammary tissue. The shared weight hurts your spine, and you are forced to arch your back into the desk chair, giving Damian a great view as your huge inflating boobs jiggle and wobble into place free to sag down your torso until a bra comes into life under your top, your nipples rising up to the occasion as the position forces them to rub into the newly minted fabric “So sensitive mmgh~” you pull blood from your cherry red lips once your hands try and miserably fail to hold on to your ripening melons “Mmphhg!~” they only succeed at kneading into the supple flesh, flooding your brain with pleasurable signals slowly eating it into pure mush since you can’t help but squeeze and grasp as much as you can of your soft squishy tits, shamefully enjoying how malleable they are as they wobble back into place despite their massive size. The sensation so overwhelming that you failed to notice the fluffy hair trailing down into your neck or the changes that took place within your ass, but judging from the soft cushion between your hips and the chair, it’s clear that it suffered the same fate “Oh god” you whisper in your new naturally sultry voice, your mind slowly coming back from oblivion as you stare down at your transformed body covered in a sweater that wasn’t there a moment ago. You pull it apart, slowly unravelling it like a present to reveal your substantially busty frame in just a skintight brown top.
“Like what you see Jesse? No, I’ll call you Jessy now” you stare back daggers at his comment, about to tell him off with your real name, but you find yourself unable to deny his words. A tear sheds from your eye as you fail to recall your own name, now only remembering yourself as “Jessy” or “Jessica”. He smirks and takes advantage of your distressed position, hands sinking into the curve of your waist before he pulls you onto his lap. The forcefulness of his moves sends your massive tits into a jiggling mess that makes you blush like a tomato “Don’t be shy now, show me how heavy those things are, bounce those fat titties for me” he orders you with a chuckle “N…no” you mutter in a flash of pitiful resistance that is efficiently contradicted by your new body as your arms push up under your breasts before you start to shake your upper body for his pleasure. Your milky tits immediately start to jiggle and wobble like water balloons filled to the brim under your skin tight top as Damian watches with glee, practically drooling over your cleavage everytime they jiggle up to his chin “Ooooh Y-you like these d-d-don’t you” your body squeezes the words out of your mouth, encouraging his growing hard-on for more even as your mind fights back.
Before you get to protest, he guides your jiggly body under the desk, your cute face landing right onto his pants where his cock delightfully pushes onto your cheek. He just licks his lips at the sight, lowering his pants and shivering a bit as your hot breath washes onto his boxer covered member “Enjoy yourself Jessy~ Just above the boxers though, you need to earn the real thing” his hand comes down to grasp at your silky smooth hair, guiding your lips to nuzzle onto the shape of his hard-on “N…no I…Noo~” you half mewl with the last bit of resistance flowing through your mind, fitting a fruitless battle as the musky smell of his dick overwhelms your mind with lust “Common, just taste it a bit” you are unable to fight back at that point, slowly sticking out your tongue for a taste “Mmmgh~” you purr out in delight as soon as you taste him, even through the cloth it’s intoxicatingly, overwhelmingly delicious.
Your last bit of shame abandons you as you start running your tongue up and down every inch of his covered member like a feral animal, drool freely dripping down and covering his boxers in pure sloppy spit as you drink in the taste of his pre-cum “Yeshh Mmmgh Cushhm~” you moan around him, your plump lips vibrating lewdly into his length as your hands claw and sink into his thigh “That’s it Jessy. Just keep up the attention like a good girl” your body warms up at his praise, a growing itch forming within your core that’s impossible to ignore. You want him, you need his seed.
“Mmmphhh~” A muffled moan escapes from your sucking lips as you push them around his crotch, grafting as much of his scent as possible onto your skin “Damian Haaahh” your desperation grows louder as his cock starts to twitch, and it’s not long before “Aaahhh!~” you moan with satisfaction the moment the first drop finds its way into his boxers. Staining the slopped cloth and leaking some through it onto your whorish lips, it leaves a beautiful trail as you pull back from your passionate work, eyes hazed and staring at your man in adoration while your hands sneak in to milk his cock for more delicious seed, his goofy afterglow smile the only thing worth paying attention to now and forever.
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Fellas, do I use "as" too much in my writing? I've been noticing but I don't know If I'm just tweaking or smthing. Anyways hope you enjoyed : )
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