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Suck-Up (Patreon Exclusive TG AP)
🕑 Added 2023-06-17 20:40:45 +0000 UTCHey guys, exams are done, should be getting back in the swing of things. This story was partially inspired by some RP with lovely Charoset, so check him out.
Story:
“Hmm, John, can you tell us the answer to problem six?”
John groaned internally. Math class is always a nightmare. He tried his best, but he always seemed to be struggling.
“I got halfway through that on- “John stumbled out an answer before getting cut off.
“The answer is 1192 to the third root of professor; unlike some of my classmates, I actually listen to your lectures.” Liam spat out, smug condensation lacing every word.
“Oh, uh, that’s correct, Liam, but please refrain from interrupting your classmates, as much as I appreciate your enthusiasm.” The professor’s response was tinged with tiredness from her ‘star’ pupil’s antics.
John hated Liam with a burning passion. It was one thing to be a class pet, but another to suck up to the teacher by shitting on everyone else. Every math class was the same; Liam would be a complete know-it-all and grovel like a pathetic simp for Ms. Lambert. He’d caught him glancing at the professor’s tits for just a bit too long whenever he could. God, everything about the pervy nerd just pissed him off.
John’s anger simmered as he made his way to the locker after class finally ended. Liam continued being annoying shit throughout, as expected. Muttering to himself, he slammed his locker open and began to rummage through his pile of textbooks and half-finished assignments. His anger was replaced with surprise as he came across a strange-looking carton of milk. However, his anger quickly returned as a deep, nasally chuckle sent his blood boiling.
“Heh, you know, John, if you spent extra time with Ms. Lambert like me, you wouldn’t be such an ignoramus.”
Of course, that little shit had to have been assigned the locker right next to him in the secluded annex. John usually didn’t resort to violence, but Liam had finally caused him to snap.
“Shut the fuck up, your spineless suck-up!” John yelled as he whipped the weird carton straight at Liam. It landed square on Liam’s chest, and the spindly boy collapsed onto the ground, more from shock than the impact. His entire body was soaked by the creamy concoction, “Y-you brute! Of course, you resort to such childish games; I’m going to report you to the principal media-AIEEEEEEEEEEEEE” Liam’s tirade was interrupted by a primal yelp. His chest was wracked by a burning pleasure as the milk seeped seamlessly into his milky skin. “FUUUCK IT BURNNNS,” Liam writhed in pleasure, his bony digits pulling at his buttoned shirt, an instinctual need to free his now painfully erect nipples.
“L-liam, I’m sorry s-should I get a nurse or” John finally muttered after breaking out of his shock. He didn’t know if he was lactose intolerant or what, but he never meant to kill the guy.
He was only met with the sounds of cloth tearing, Liam finally freeing his nipples from their cotton prison. Liam’s body shuddered, his eyes wild as he suddenly thrust his pimply face forwards. In a truly horrifying sight, Liam’s lips latched onto his hairy nipple, slightly wet from the milk. He eagerly sucked at the thing like a lollipop, contradicted by the look of fear in his eyes and the pained moans muffled by his mouthful of man boob. John couldn’t help but stare at the bizarre display; like a car crash, he just couldn’t look away from the disaster unfolding.
It only got stranger; with every suck, the milk seemed to evaporate from his body. His milky skin was becoming creamier, and blackheads and smatterings of unsightly body hair washed away in a sea of feminine smoothness. His pained spine crunched with each pull of his elongating nipples as his body took on womanly proportions. After countless sucks, the milk had seemingly vanished, though it had merely traveled to a more appropriate location.
His suckling began to look more appropriate, milk and fat packing into his pecs as they rapidly expanded. It wasn’t long before he was sporting a set of A cups, along with a set of thicker nipples. Liam’s moans were changing little by little; with each suck, they became girlier yet laced with an undeniable maturity. His hands, now lithe and feminine eager to get in on the fun, began playing with his small beestings, groping at the growing tit-flesh and teasing his rock-hard nipples.
John couldn’t help but laugh, almost certain he was hallucinating. He pulled out his phone, recording Liam’s descent into degeneracy. Liam didn’t seem to notice, his mind boiling away into a creamy mess. Speaking of messes, his cock, standing at full attention, had made quite a noticeable stain in the front of his pants. The small tent it had made had begun to recede as he continued sucking away his masculinity. Liam’s core crumpled in like a used milk container, his mouth flooding with more milk as it drained back down into his ass and thighs. His entire body has begun to take on a delicious pear shape, wide birthing hips, a plump tush, and an impressive pair of C cups standing proudly on his chest.
His impressive cleavage gave his neck some reprieve, the breast now heaving upwards to his needy lips. John could now see the mismatched abomination in its full glory, his nemesis’s sunken face contrasted by a matronly figure. Gone was the fear in Liam’s eyes, his irises now clouded over swimming in a milky sea. As the chorus of husky moans continued ringing , Liam’s blonde locks grew into a chocolate milk-colored mane. His green eyes quickly followed, fading away into a rich brown.
John was strangely entranced by Liam’s eyes; the needy look was getting his own milk churning. He tried to snap himself out of it; after all, it was that gross looser; I mean, look at his thin caked lips. But as he thought that, he saw his face shifting, a thin bubbling leaving him with the soft visage of a woman. But not just any woman, John realized with a shock; he was staring at the spitting image of Ms. Lambert. The magic transformation seemingly emphasizes his point as his shirt melted into his teacher’s signature striped yellow shirt, his pants bubbling away, revealing a pair of panties, a faint bulge straining the material.
“Miss Lambert?!” standing before him was a perfect copy of his admittedly hot math teacher. Well, except for one thing, a tiny leaking nub of a cock. John didn’t know why, but some deep-seated urge overtook him. He needed to fuck Liam; it was the perfect revenge. Not only would he steal the perverted fuck’s greatest fantasy, but he’d also be the one getting his pussy pounded in.
Liam stared at John in a daze. His brain was only half aware as he saw him tear off his pants, approaching him with a hungry look in his eyes. Liam tried to move, to fight against the never-ending stream of dairy calcifying his thoughts, but it was useless. He let out a high muffled moan as John grabbed at his panties, exposing his pathetic manhood. With a powerful thrust, he sent Liam’s leaky tube to an early grave. It was far too much for what little of Liam remained in the girl, his thoughts devolving into horny pleas for more. She loved it when her students? fucked her like the slut she was.
“FUUCCK, YOU’RE SO TIGHT!” John was being anything but subtle as he eagerly fucked his teacher. He loved his slutty teacher, who always invited him to her office for extra credit.
The world was fading around the two, reality adjusting as they were transported to Ms. Lambert’s office. With one final thrust, John let out a guttural groan as his rod let out a torrent of man milk. As John’s hot cum caked her womb, Liam’s mind fully embraced her new identity as Ms. Lambert, the slutty teacher always eager to fulfill her hormonal students’ greatest fantasies.
The two quickly cleaned up, their free period before classes went. “Thanks again, Ms. Lambert; thanks to your incredible hands-on teaching, math is my favorite class.”
“No worries, John, you really are a bit of a suck-up. You have made some astonishing improvements, but I think you could still benefit from more one-on-one time tomorrow during the first break.”
With that, John eagerly headed off to English class with a skip in his step; Ms. Lambert preparing for her next class, trying her best to push away her eagerness for her next meeting with John.
