by Sasha Scott
The chemical exploded in my face. I’d been working on the formula all week but it had just been failure after failure after failure. Sure I was a scientific genius, a chemistry wizard, but did I really expect to be able to just come up with some sort of revenge potion at the drop of a hat? What an idiot I had been.
I slouched my head down in frustration and ruffled my hands through my messy brown hair. Why had I talked himself into thinking it was going to be so easy? Was I secretly some sort of moron?
My spirits were low, I was on the verge of quitting before I looked back up and saw the picture of my targets again, those damn swines who had run riot in college for far too long. That got my fire going again, once again I felt determined.
The concoction bubbling away on the table was a bust, I needed to come up with a new plan. In need of fresh inspiration, a new approach, I began digging through my notes looking for something that could help me and that was when I discovered it sitting under a pile of paperwork; a strange, thick, book.
It really stood out when it was surrounded on all sides by scribbled up pieces of paper. It was a thick, brown, leather book with a solid gold trim and some strange looking characters I didn’t recognize burned into the cover.
“I don’t remember having something like this,” I mused to myself, flicking open the front cover. While the outside was in symbols the inside was in English and titled the piece simply as ‘Magic Book’.
Of course as a man of science I didn’t believe in such things as magic. However it was the end of a week of failures and I was exhausted and had just stumbled across some strange book, I was at least willing to give it a look over.
However not then. My eyes were heavy, I’d finally hit my limit, I’d have to leave the book for another day.
Throwing the paperwork back over the book I instead headed off to bed. I had classes to teach tomorrow, I couldn’t be late.
The following day I felt completely exhausted but I was at least at my job on time but still no closer to taking care of the problem which was plaguing me. It was about to be that class too, time for me to be undermined by those brats heckling me from the back of the room and talking over me as I tried to lecture the class.
Seriously my first class of the day. Great, just the start I needed.
I sighed to myself as I took a big sip of my coffee to try and wake myself up before reaching into my bag to take out my notes. That was when I felt my fingers tap against something thick, hard and bulky. Dragging it out I found it was that magic book.
“What the hell is this doing here?” I said to myself. I must have been really sleepy when I’d decided to pack that into my bag, I didn’t remember doing it at all.
Yawning I threw the book down onto my desk, the pages flapping open when it landed. I wouldn’t have thought anything of it if I didn’t see the title at the top of that double page; body transformations.
Body transformations was just the kind of thing which could help give me some revenge on those brats, the kind of thing which could teach them a lesson. It was one of the things I’d been trying to create in my lab without any success. This almost seemed too convenient to be a coincidence but I was still a man of science, I didn’t buy into anything like magic.
“Hey Professor Virgin, you look awful,” Karen heckled at me as her and her bitches filed into the lab, “up all night jerking off again? You’re a real piece of shit you know that. Try not to fall asleep, some of us are here to learn.”
She and her minions snickered as they headed off to their chosen spot right at the back of the class, leaving my blood boiling.
I was a man of science but I was also a man on a warpath. I didn’t believe in this magic book for one second but at this point I was willing to try even the realms of the impossible just to take the bitchy unit down.
Even if I was firmly a man of science today even I would give magic its turn.
I knew I was being an idiot by even trying out the book but I wasn’t going to be a total idiot and just aim straight from the mother ship. If I was going to attempt to use an untested method I was going to aim for the weak link in the group.
Maria was the girl at the bottom of the group’s food chain. She was the one who was made to run any group errands for the rest and to do anything the other members didn’t really feel like. It was obvious to everyone that in a group filled with bitches she was their bitch.
If I was going to test the book on anybody it was going to be her. Step one, isolating her from the rest of the group.
Step one was actually rather easy, after all even if they didn’t respect me I was still a professor, I still had clout and I had the necessary knowledge to manipulate the group to my liking.
The only issue with my plan is it did mean I had to approach those witches, just before they managed to escape my clutches.
“Hey girls,” I began, cutting them off just before they left the room.
“What are you going to try and blame us for now?” Karen complained with a huff.
“Nothing, I just need you girls to fill out some study forms for me.”
“What? No way, I don’t want to be hanging around here with you.”
“Sorry these forms are mandatory. Really though you don’t all need to do it. Just one of you should be enough to fill them all in.”
I baited them towards the result I wanted and Karen bit as planned, “Maria, you take care of this.”
“Huh?”
“We’ll make sure to save you a seat. Now be a doll and take one for the team. Thanks,” Karen finished, leading the rest of her followers out of my lab, leaving my target alone with me.
She sighed out, unable to disobey her leader. She slumped forward against my desk and looked up at me, “Fine. What do I need to do?”
Down I dropped a big stack of paper which made her grunt in annoyance.
“I need you to do a feedback form for you and each of your friends, otherwise you won’t get your credit for this semester.”
She snatched at the sheets and gave me a dirty look, complaining, “This better not take long,” before trudging over to the nearest desk to get to work. Without wasting anymore time I opened up the magic book to the point I had bookmarked, the section on body transformations.
There were so many different transformations to try out, the book seemed to have an endless amount of ways to screw around with somebody but I needed to do something obvious, something to make sure it worked.
Maria had brunette hair. The book happened to have a spell for changing hair to blonde. That seemed like a perfect test for me.
Like some sort of fool I peeked slyly towards Maria and began to chant the spell to myself. I knew I was being completely ridiculous but I whispered the entire thing under my breath and then observed Maria on the tiny, impossible, chance that it may have worked.
Instantly I was disappointed. Nothing. Why did I even allow my hopes to get up even a smidgen? Then something truly remarkable happened.
A faint, purple, glow seemed to radiate around her head as she was peering down at that paperwork and then her brunette locks began to shift quickly in color, like the brown shade was being drained away and replaced with a blonde dye. I almost jumped up from my chair in surprise; it was completely unbelievable. The magic had actually worked!
I considered the possibility I was seeing things but that was pushed to the back of my mind by excitement. I couldn’t stop there, I had to test more, I had to be completely sure.
My initial plan was to make those witches look more like the private nickname I’d given them, to ruin their looks but when I was alone with the cute Maria I had another idea. Rather than casting a spell to make her ugly I went in another direction and began to chant.
Once I’d finished casting the spell began to show. Maria’s already quite large chest suddenly began to expand, her tits being inflated by the magic.
It was easy for a girl not to notice that her hair had changed color but you’d be hard pushed to find someb
ody who wouldn’t notice the fact their top was suddenly straining trying to contain their suddenly swollen breasts. When Maria’s tits began sinking around the desk she jumped up in place.
“Ah, what the fuck was that?” she squealed out in surprise, her hands going down to fondle her own chest, “Did my tits get bigger?”
“Is everything alright?” I asked her, flashing her a wide, knowing, smile. By the way she sharply dragged her hands back down away from herself and glared daggers at me it was clear she was not best pleased.
“Don’t stare at me like that you pervert virgin,” she complained, slamming her palms down on the desk. All that did, other than demonstrating her frustration, was send her pen rolling down to the floor below.
As she went to pick it up she decided not to simply lower her whole body down in a squat. Instead she decided to bend herself at the hips, her ass peeking at me from behind the desk. How could I pass up an opportunity like that?
A quick incantation later and the air around her was faintly illuminated with a small glow, her hips spreading outwards as her booty began to grow thicker and fatter, bulging out against her small shorts, making her outfit strain against another suddenly larger asset.
The bulge of her behind into her tight bottoms didn’t go unnoticed by Maria who suddenly jumped up sharply, squealing, “Ah, what’s going on!?”
She was squirming around in place, tugging at her bottoms when another light glow captured her chest and her breasts began to inflate another couple of cup sizes. She witnessed this one happening in person.
“Oh shit they’re really… what the fuck’s happening!?” she screamed, trying to cover her cleavage as those breasts got dangerously close to popping free while trying to relieve some of the tightness on her backside.
Watching her squirm sure was fun but I couldn’t have her screaming everywhere and I didn’t want her running off. I really needed a way to calm her down.
Suddenly the magic book began to flick through its pages, without me doing a thing. I watched in amazement as the book demonstrated to me that science wasn’t always the answer, coming to a stop on a page dedicated to hypnosis. The book knew exactly what I needed and what I wanted.
From this new page I read out another spell, one aimed at Maria that would put her into a trance. Once I finished she quickly went quiet, her squirming and squealing coming to a stop, replaced with a still quietness.
It’d been so easy to warp her body and it appeared her mind wasn’t going to be any harder. A trance spell was just one of the many listed in the book’s pages, there were lots of other ways for me to fool around with her.
One that immediately captured my attention was a bimbofication spell. With that blonde hair and those huge tits she already looked a lot like a bimbo. Surely it wouldn’t hurt for me to take my games one step further.
It wasn’t what I was planning from the start but with a sexy, busty, blonde looking at me dully I really couldn’t resist.
Operation bimbo was a go.
“Hey wake up,” I said to Maria, helping her out of her trance like state.
“Huh, what?” she mumbled, rubbing up a glistening line of drool which was trickling over her bottom lip.
“Wake up Maria, you can’t be falling asleep here.”
The girl looked in a total daze. I couldn’t exactly blame her though, I had used hypnotic magic to put her into a trance and while she was out I’d had another play around with her mind. She had every right to be feeling weird.
“Like what? My head feels all fuzzy and stuff,” she groaned as she rubbed her temple.
“Don’t fall asleep on me, I need you to finish these forms,” my hand tapping away at the sheets coating the desk.
“But that’s like so boring,” she complained, “I don’t wanna do work, writing is hard and stuff. Can’t someone else do it?”
“Afraid not Maria. You have to finish them but if you do I’ll give you a prize. I’ll let you come to my desk and ride on my cock.”
She stared up at me with her big blue eyes for a couple of seconds in surprise, like her brain was working hard to process that information but once it finally went through she released a nice high pitched squeal.
“OMG like really? Oh boy!”
That got her working. The freshly bimbofied Maria put her head down and began to scribble furiously at those sheets. Along with the bimbo spell I’d cast another spell on her which made her a lot more appreciative and loving of me. Now she loved cocks in general but thanks to my influence she loved my cock the most.
Maria managed to get through the forms very quickly before she came skipping over in a cute pink, tit squeezing tank top, a tiny fluttering white mini skirt and large candy pink platform heels. Yeah I’d cast a spell to bimbofy her outfit as well as her mind. Her old outfit was nice but this was a big improvement.
“Like like I’m done,” she panted at me eagerly, “can I like ride it now?”
“Of course,” I said grinning from ear to ear, leaning back to reveal I’d undressed my lower half under the desk, “feel free to hop right on.”
I was acting surprisingly composed. One thing I’d made sure to never reveal to that bitch group was the fact I actually was a virgin just like their nickname called me. I was about to have my first time with a magically transformed student of mine.
My cock was rock hard from the thrill of the magic and the look of her curvy, young, body which made it easy for her to clamber up onto my lap and kiss the tip of my cock with her juicy pussy lips.
She wrapped her soft arms around my back and shoulders and moaned into my face as she lowered her hips down, sinking the weight of her sexy body down around my throbbing erection.
“It’s in!” she hissed out in a blissful thrill, her pussy being packed to the brim with my dick. That was it, my virginity had just been taken.
I gripped hold of my armrests firmly, fingers digging down as I gritted my teeth, trying not to be overwhelmed by the feeling of that hot, tight, young twat squeezing around my eager hardness. Sex was even better than I imagined, her body felt amazing clinging around my cock.
Maria didn’t give me much time to get used to the tightness of her post-teen folds. She began to bounce her hips in place, sending her large ass swinging up and then slapping back down around my lap, my hard dick being pumped in her tight love tunnel.
She wasn’t shy about telling me what she felt, moaning out slutty cries of, “So good, so good!” It was just making me more and more eager to slam her needy mound myself.
While she was busy taking command and riding me like a sex toy I sent my hands slapping down into her soft flesh, my fingers gripping and sinking into that fat behind, taking a firm hold of her curvy body.
“You mocked me for so long,” I growled at her, “harassed me, called me a virgin and now I’m here fucking you. How does that make you feel you slutty bimbo!?”
My own body began to shift, my hips drilling upwards, my strength being slammed hard into her juicy underside and her dripping mound. I was fucking her with all the rough intensity I could and it was milking more cries of bliss from her bimbo body.
“So good! The best! I’m sorry for bullying you! I didn’t know your cock was so amazing! Please punish me for being such a bad girl!”
Her cries were truly irresistible, as was the way her huge, soft, tits jiggled up and down, bursting from her top and wiggling around freely. As was the way her fat ass wobbled around and slapped down against my lap.
“Oh I’m going to punish you alright, I’m gonna punish you by filling your pussy up with my hot cum.”
I was almost there, I was almost at my limit. The tight folds of her velvet pink insides were driving me completely crazy but not on the same level my throbbing erection was doing to her.
“Yes punish me! I’m a bad girl, I’m a bad girl! Please make me good by filling me up with your jizz!”
Her vulgar squeals finally sent me over the line. I could contain myself no longer. I gripped my
hands down onto her fat ass with all the force I could muster, my knuckles turning white as my fingers sunk deep into her ripe softness as my hips went into one final thrusting overdrive.
“Here it comes! Here comes your punishment! I’m cumming!”
When the surge began I dragged her ass down, I dragged her hips down to the base of my cock, firmly against my lap as I began to unload within.
There was no escape for her, there was nowhere she could go. I was forcing that bimbofied student to take in rope after rope of my hot unloading cum, the thick batter steaming and marking her young pink insides with my pent up, furious, orgasm.
