She actually reaches out and strokes my red hair. It gives me goose bumps. All the stories must be true, because the way Miss Holden is looking at me is downright hungry. She lets her hand fall from my hair to my shoulder and she gives me a squeeze. She bites her lip as if thinking about something and then she digs into her pocket and comes out with a pen and little piece of paper.
"I tell you what, Brianna. You look like you're in really good shape and since you're new here I would like to give you my number. Call any time, day or night. I can help show you the ropes and if you're interested in playing some varsity softball I would love to have you try out."
I take the paper from her, feeling my heart beat a little faster. I'm already getting used to the guys ogling me and even grabbing my ass in the hall. I'm not used to being hit on by a girl, let alone a teacher who is probably twice my age.
"I'll, um, I'll keep your number handy," I say, tucking it into my pocket.
She doesn't stop me as I step back into the flow of foot traffic down the hall. I glance over my shoulder and she is still watching me go with that same hungry look on her face. I realize she is staring at my ass. My cheeks burn self-consciously red.
Miss Holden isn't the only one judging my looks. I can feel guys staring at me all the way to chemistry class. When I sigh and drop down in my seat next to my lab partner, and best friend, Wyatt, things only continue. The fat linebacker wets his lips and stares at my chest. I glance down and see, to my dismay, that my nipples are jabbing through my bra and my shirt to stick out from my chest like little fingertips. It's ridiculous! They’re so big and sensitive!
"Hey, uh, Brianna," says Wyatt. "About what happened yesterday…"
"Don't want to talk about it."
"I just wanted to say, it was really, uh, hot and--"
"Do not," I give him death eyes, "want to talk about it."
What I don't want to talk about is the fact that Wyatt, my old buddy and the guy who spilled the chemical on me that caused this transformation, took my virginity. He managed to pull out, which prevented a disaster from becoming an apocalypse, but it is a memory that I don't want to even think about. So wrong and yet it felt so good as he fucked me from behind. I can't deal with it right now.
My butt wiggles in the chair as I feel myself getting hot. I glance over at Wyatt and he is staring up at the front of the class. His nostrils are flaring as he sucks in my pheromones. Great. It is going to be a long day.
Dr. Guttenberg's class is as boring as ever. I hate science, but now I have to, like, think about it and stuff. Since science turned me into a freak. Or a girl. I guess a girl. I just feel like a freak. Doc hardly acts like I'm here. I only catch him staring at me once. Meanwhile, my horny lab partner is using any excuse to catch an eyeful of my curves. When we're doing the lab work for the class I have to bend over and pick up a pen and I feel like I am waving a flag that says, "Hey! Look at my ass!" God, being a woman is driving me crazy.
Finally, the period ends. Wyatt wants to talk about something, but I push him out the door.
"I have to talk to Doc," I say, shoving him out into the hall and locking the door behind him.
Dr. Guttenberg has already disappeared into the back area of the classroom which he uses as his private laboratory. I knock on the door as I step inside. He's hunched over one of his work tables with his wild white hair sticking up as usual. He basically looks like Albert Einstein, but a little younger than those pictures you always see and skinny. His blue eyes always look gigantic behind his thick spectacles.
"Hello?" I say, announcing myself again.
"Ah, Mr. Harrison." He rotates on his stool to face me. "Temporarily Miss Harrison. How are you feeling today? Good, good. I think I have something for you. Come here."
I walk over to where he is working. There is a strong smell of chemicals in the air. I see he has a burner going and a bubbling flask of blue liquid.
"Is that a cure?" I ask, hopefully.
"Perhaps. I tested it last night on the mice and it was very effective." He takes an eyedropper and sucks up a little bit of the liquid. "Now, bear in mind, this is just a test dosage. If it works, it should begin your transformation and I will give you a larger dose."
He stands up and looks at me closely. He gets a strange look on his face and then seems to shake it off.
"Alright now," he says. "Open up."
Feeling strangely nervous, I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. Doc places the tip of the dropper against my tongue and squeezes. The liquid is warm and sour as it squirts into my mouth. I swallow it quickly and it leaves a bad aftertaste.
"Yuck!" I say, shaking my head like I just downed a shot of 151. "I hope this works."
Doc takes a step back, as if I might catch fire. He peers at me over his thick glasses and then takes out a stopwatch and starts it ticking.
"Any moment now," he says. "You should begin to feel it."
"I don't feel anything at...oooh!"
It hits me like stepping out from an air-conditioned building into tropical heat in the middle of summer. Sweat springs on my forehead and I feel warm all over. I fan myself with my chemistry workbook, each swing lifting red feathers of my hair.
"You're flushed," says Doc. "How is your heart rate?"
He touches my wrist and it's like a shock of electricity. I shudder and let out a long moan. I took some pills at a club once that made me feel like this. The girl that gave it to me told me it was ecstasy. This is almost like that. I have an uncontrollable urge to tear off my clothes.
"I'm so hot," I pant. "I have to...have to take this off."
Before Doc can stop me, I peel my Spartans shirt over my head and toss it onto the floor. I grab my tits through my bra and squeeze them, feeling the hardness of my nipples through the lace. Doc stares at me in disbelief. I can't believe it either. I want to stop myself, I know what I'm doing is wrong, but I can't.
"Ohhhhh fuck," I moan and shake with lust as I reach back and almost tear open my bra straps. I yank the bra off and toss it across the room, exposing my heaving breasts, huge and perky, with fat pink nipples sticking out to confirm my excitement.
"Miss Harrison, you need to control yourself," says Doc.
"Oh, I'm way past that point."
I kick off my sneakers and bend over to slip my jeans down over my hips and ass. An obvious patch of moisture has darkened the front of my panties. Only logical that since they're so wet I don't need to wear them anymore. I slide them down my thighs as Doc watches, unable to say anything to stop me. Cradling a breast in one hand, plucking at my hard nipple, I thrust my other hand between my thighs and begin to rub at my soaking slit and straining clit.
Through the sudden haze of my lust, I can see that I'm not the only one flushed. I must be filling the back room with pheromones, because good old Doc is hard as a rock.
"This...this was not the desired effect," he mutters, watching me frig my teenage twat. "I suppose...I will have to improvise."
He takes a stumbling step towards me. I grab his head and pull his face into my cleavage. His glasses are mashed up on his forehead and I bury his head in the soft pillows on my chest.
"Oh, yes," I coo. "Improvise for me, Doc."
He drops the stopwatch into his pocket, freeing both of his hands to cradle my tits. I let out a yelp of pleasure as his face lifts from my breasts, only for him to lean back in and begin licking one of my nipples. Watching this perverted old guy licking his tongue around my areola and sucking on my hard nipple should gross me out. Instead, like, it's totally hot. I can't even explain it. Everywhere he touches me feels amazing and it's like I'm with a super model. I don't know if this is the way all girls think or it's the pheromones messing with my mind as much as they are messing with Doc's.
"Mmmmmmphhmmmm!" He pops his lips from my glistening nipple and announces, "It has been a very long time since I have experimented on a woman's body. I think I will conduct some oral trials."
I hop my butt up onto the cool surface
of the work counter and spread my thighs for him. I play with my slick groove and look at my old teacher with lust. He drops to his knees and lifts my legs over his shoulders, pulling me towards him until my butt is hanging halfway off the counter.
"You are...extraordinarily aroused...and your smell is...hmmmmphmmmm!"
He forgets whatever he was trying to say and buries his tongue up my aching slit. I arch my back with pleasure and grab his head with both hands just to steady myself. The hot probe of his tongue ventures deeper and then back out again, to flick against the hard bud of my little clit. Each touch of Doc's tongue is another jolt of pleasure. He laps quickly against my clit, driving me wild and making my toes curl in the air.
Two days ago I was throwing passes and thinking about getting a blowjob from Pepper. Today I’m loving getting my hot little teenage pussy eaten by this white-haired old teacher. It messes with your mind, believe me, but that doesn’t mean it feels bad.
"Oh, Dr. Guttenberg!" I cry, thrusting my pussy against his tongue.
"Such a specimen...mmmm...so sweet!"
He sucks loudly at my juicy peach as I cum. The hot suction of his mouth draws on my clit and my tender lips. My juices flow down his chin as he eagerly tongues my button. My body tenses and releases and waves of pleasure ripple through me, rising and falling from a crescendo to a long echo of pleasure. It's only as that pleasure fades that I feel guilty to be looking between my thighs at my chemistry teacher sucking on my teenage pussy. What am I doing? I'm out of control!
Recognizing I'm going crazy doesn't make it any easier to not go crazy. Doc stands from between my thighs and I practically throw myself at him, mashing my tits against his lab coat, cradling his head and giving him a deep kiss that is sweet with the taste of my girlcum. The old man's tongue battles back and we share a long, deep kiss as I reach between us and squeeze his hardness through his corduroys.
I try to remind myself that I am a man and not a woman. That just two days ago I was a big-dicked jock, not the teenage heartbreaker with big tits and a very wet pussy that I am now. I try to tell myself that I am going to turn back into that jock and then I am going to regret all this stuff I have done. I guess if I were just a brain in a jar, telling myself that stuff might work. But my body has a say in the matter.
A new surge of lust washes over me. I slide my breasts and aching nipples down Dr. Guttenberg's body. I look up and bat my lashes at him as my fingers tease open the zipper of his pants. His balls are hairy. His cock is thick and uncut. I skin the foreskin back from the pink bell of his cockhead.
"Ahhhhh," he groans, caressing my face. "Miss Harrison, I suggest...you administer..."
"You don't have to talk like that," I say. "Just tell me you want me to suck your dick."
"Ohhh," he groans and staggers back a step, his butt dropping onto the work stool. "Please, suck my dick."
"Sure thing, Doc," I say, my voice excessively chipper. I feel genuine excitement and an elicit thrill as I drop my mouth to his cock and start blowing the man who has been teaching me chemistry for the last couple months. I forget my inhibitions. Forget about being a guy. I wrap my lips around Doc's fat cock and let my spit soak his shaft as I bob my head in his lap.
"Ooohhhh," he groans, pushing me gently down onto his cock. "That's it. Nice and slow."
The power dynamic is completely the opposite of when Coach Dandridge made me blow him. Coach threatened me and dominated me with his masculine power. I felt compelled by fear to drop to my knees and suck his cock. I enjoyed it, way more than I should have I guess, but I'm enjoying this more. Dr. Guttenberg is at my mercy and despite his urging hand on my head I am in complete control. I set my own pace, pausing to explore the ridges of his cock with my tongue or to nuzzle against his heavy balls. I suck them and bathe them in my mouth while I work my hand on his cock.
When my mouth returns to his cock, I linger at the tip, watching his face as I flick my tongue against his slit and taste the beads of precum welling there. He moans and I take him in my mouth again. I hollow my cheeks around him and slurp my way up and down his cock until Doc is arching off his stool and thrusting against my lips.
"I rather think...I mean...oohhh...if you don't wish to..."
My mind is made up. I want his cum in my mouth. I pop my lips free and tell him so with my mouth against the underside of his tip.
"Shoot it in my mouth, Doc. I'll swallow it all for you."
I slurp him back into my mouth, moaning softly around him with my own lust. I thrust my hand between my thighs and play with my clit. I am already on the brink just from sucking Doc's fat cock.
"Ohhhhh, yes, well, here it comes, my dear...ooooohhh..."
"Mmmmmhmmmm!" I cry around him.
He twitches between my lips and a moment later I taste the first hot splash of his cum. I don't swallow his seed right away, I let it fill my lips, coating my tongue and invading my mouth with his hot, salty flavor. I suck out every pearly drop and hold my mouth so I don't spill any of it out. I tilt my head back and show it to him. A little trickle runs out of the corner of my mouth as I finger fuck myself over the edge.
"Oh my Darwin," moans Doc. "That was...oh...your mouth is full..."
He pants and watches me with the jiggling lake of his cum. My tongue plays in it as I thrust my hips and clench against my fingers. My thumb works desperately on my clit. As my orgasm pumps through me, I look Doc in the eye and swallow his load. That thick slimy texture and tacky feel of it lingering in my throat is almost enough to make me gag. Instead, I use my free hand to push the spilled strand back between my lips and suck my finger clean.
The guilt doesn't hit me until I'm getting dressed. Until I'm pulling on my girlfriend's loaned panties even though I can still taste another man's cum in my mouth.
"If you come back after school, I believe I will have a new formula," says Doc as he watches me buckle my bra.
"Is this one going to drive me crazy too?"
"No," he says. "No. I don't think so. Well, possibly. But I will try to counter that effect."
"Alright," I say a bit reluctantly. "But I have somewhere to be at five, so don't get any big ideas."
"Technically, you are still on detention for tardiness."
I lean down and give him a kiss on his forehead.
"Technically, I don't think you're supposed to get a blowjob from a student. Especially on school grounds."
"Yes, well, touché," he says.
"I'll see you after school, Doc."
I head to my next class, which is Mrs. Wallinger's geometry class. As a senior I should be way past geometry, but I really suck at math. Like, what's the point? I'm never going to use triangles in real life. Why do I need to know about them? I try to focus on class, even though I spend most of the time playing with my hair and wondering if everyone can see my hard nipples through my shirt.
At the end of the period, a couple of boys come over and start hitting on me. They're total slime balls though and no way am I interested in any of them. I push past them and out into the hall. I almost run right over Isaac Schmecklinger, the greasy little nerd with his long hair, scrawny body and spotty weasel face. He bounces off my tits and back into a locker.
"Watch it!" I shout.
"S-sorry, I didn't--"
I shove him again and hurry past him in the hall. I don't have time for a nobody loser like Isaac. He may top the academic honor roll here at Sunny Valley, but he's a big zilch in sports. I think he took a special pass from even gym class. He's ridiculous.
I have one more class and then lunch. I sit through English, listening to the teacher talk about Lord of the Fleas or something, trying to resist the urge to not fantasize about sex. It fails and sitting there in class my pussy gets all juicy again. I squirm in my seat. Will it show through my jeans? How wet am I?
When the bell rings I wait for everyone in class to leave first. I check my butt in the mirror near the door. Looks hot and no sign of moisture even though I feel like a hot stew between my th
ighs. I head out into the busy hall. Finally, lunch and a little relaxing. I can sit with Pepper and talk to her. Or so I am thinking, until I hear a voice call out from the hallways that leads back to the workout room.
"Miss Harrison!"
The voice makes me freeze. It's Coach Dandridge. Honestly, I don't even want to look at him after what happened between us yesterday, but his authoritative tone makes me go rigid and stop. I look down the hall and see him motioning to me from his office. I take a deep breath. I'm a guy. I can't let him push me into more sex. I am a GUY.
I feel like 100% girl as my hips swing and I hurry down the side hallway to his office. I know if he tells me to bend over his desk in his stern, coach's voice I am going to end up with his cock pounding me senseless. But what is waiting for me in his office is even worse than a hot dicking from my football coach.
Alex Kuntzman - yes, that's his real name - is sitting in the chair across from coach's desk. Coach motions for me to sit down next to Alex. I can feel Alex taking in my curves as I sit down. Does he know?
"Brianna, I think we need to have a talk."
"If this is about yesterday--"
"This is not about yesterday!" coach snaps. "This is about the decisions I have to make for the good of the Spartans. I'm afraid with the homecoming game against Forest High coming up in just a few days, and you showing no signs of improving...well...I have to play Alex as QB."
I totally forget I am not supposed to be Brian Harrison. I hop to my feet, my big tits jiggling as I point desperately at the smug fuck Alex.
"Coach, he has no muscle tone. He can't even throw a spiral out past thirty yards."
"Better than you right now!" objects Alex.
"Calm down!" barks coach. "I know Alex doesn't have your arm, Harrison. But he doesn't have your, well..."
"Tits!" finished Alex.
"You know what I mean. I can't start a girl who looks like she should be a cheerleader. There's rules about it. You haven't even practiced in your condition."
"I'll practice tomorrow!" I say. "I'll do an extra practice on Friday."
"You can't practice with the guys. Not looking like that. Harrison, you're cut. When you're better we can reassess, but for the indefinite future you are no longer a Spartan."
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