Absolutely Refuses

"No, no and nope," replied Mark, "we are not going to practice on classmates."

"Fiiiiiiine. Let's at least get out of detent...," demanded his dark alter before Mark placed Samantha's photo back in his pocket.

"At least, peace and quiet," I thought daydreaming about Ms. Roberts. "Why does she always have to wear such tight blouses with that level of cleavage on display?" groaned Mark as he felt himself grow hard and feeling unusually tight. "Fuck! Asshole," thought Mark chastising his alter for pushing his already large monster towards absurdly monstrously huge. His mind kept drifting to thoughts of Tiffany and Ms. Roberts on their knees, eyes wide in shock as they struggled in unison to pry his massive, enlarged member, in detention.

"Ugh, no...that's hot but so wrong," feeling more tempted than ever. The hour blew by in what felt like 10 minutes when at the end, Mark realized he hadn't finished the first question on the math worksheet and they were already being collected. Panicking, he let his hand slip over his teacher hand as she collected his paper and sent "...mine is completely filled out. Correct work and answers!"

She paused looking at the sheet as her brow ruffled for a moment, before curling into a smile, "Impressive Mark! Looks like you paid attention and worked hard today."

"Does that mean I can skip detention?" hopefully pleaded Mark as she walked away continuing to collect student worksheets.

The smirk dropping off her face, she responded sharply, "No. I'll have some more practice worksheets for you to complete. Practice makes perfect!"

"Fuck!" thought Mark. He was tempted to try to make physical contact to get excused from detention, but couldn't see an opportunity to do so without acting odd to his classmates. He didn't want to go around trying to adjust every classmate to make his actions normal. It would just be too hard before the bell was set to ring in a minute or two.

Mark slinked back against his chair and wondered what his future would hold.