Changes and fun

Author's note: Blake and Evelyn are original characters of an acquaintance of mine, used with permission.

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Blake was of two minds when it came to how campus was different this year, even just a week into the semester, compared to the three previous.

On the one hand, she didn't at all mind how much tighter the pants were, both in front and behind, or how much more filled out the women's shirts were. Bigger boobs meant more tit to fondle, bigger cocks meant more length she could put in a hole.

Bigger asses were nice, but didn't interest her quite as much; if she wanted a fat ass on her face, her girlfriend Evelyn's was still the best for that.

On the other hand, she'd been among the bustier women on campus the last three years, not the largest, but certainly well above average, but now if anything she was probably below average! Whatever was going around that was making the local boobs inflate like balloons clearly had skipped right over her.

Thankfully it hadn't jeopardized her streak of having at least a threesome every night, because Evelyn still had the fattest butt on campus, and that was enough to get people into bed with them and to cuddle with them before and after.

They had a reputation as the best cuddle-sluts on campus to maintain, after all.

Even her natural turquoise locks that went just past her shoulders weren't the exotic draw they had been, not since something had happened that resulted in human hair colours becoming far more varied. And she couldn't even prove it was actually natural any more, because the thin strip of pubic hair she carefully maintained had vanished around the same time, and there was no way Blake was going to put up with any other hair on her body below her eyes. It seemed all those hair colours were natural, if the armpit hair of some of her recent partners had been any indication, though.

Still, Blake was a bit annoyed that she had to rely entirely on Evelyn to get partners. Not that the other woman minded; she was proud of her ass and enjoyed all the attention it got. But Blake had been used to flaunting her chest and that had somehow been taken away from her.

She flounced a bit as she walked in her buckled thigh-high boots, the movement a bit awkward given the low heels, causing her indecently short skirt to fly up for a moment, flashing her swollen lips to anyone watching. She'd had just enough encounters that resulted in having her pussy eaten within five minutes that she no longer bothered to wear panties; they just got in the way of her partner's tongue.

She did moan a little as the bounce resulted in a delightful jiggle on her chest, her sensitive nipples moving against the fabric of her shirt. That was another thing that had apparently been taken from her--she might not have been the bustiest woman on campus, but she knew hers were the biggest tits that didn't need a bra. It had nearly gotten her into trouble when some of the upper administration had changed in her second year, but they'd proved every bit as weak to her charms as everyone else was, and a demonstration of her athleticism that let her actually do a proper titfuck while Evelyn plopped her huge rear on some faces was enough to get the new staff to look the other way on how she wouldn't even wear pasties.

But never mind what had happened to the other students. Blake and Evelyn were still among the hottest tickets on campus, and new huge cocks and boobs or not, there was something to be said for the sheer amount of experience the two had when it came to pleasuring a partner or six. It was only two nights ago that both of them had cocks in all their holes at once, after all.

Blake just wished she could have the bigger boobs, too.

All that said, though, it wasn't even any of the students who most aroused Blake's jealousy. That distinction went to the new professor on campus, who'd suddenly replaced one of the instructors for a class she shared with Evelyn just before classes began. (Of course, they shared all their classes.) Normally the pair had all of their instructors wrapped around their clits within half a week, and it was hardly a secret that their top grades were much more due to their sexual skills than to their academic diligence. But Professor Genevieve had proved irritatingly resistant to their wiles. Even straight women and gay men hadn't been immune to the two of them.

And fuck, just thinking of her got Blake's pussy wet.

The woman looked like she'd stepped out of a fetish smut parody of a university. She wore a scandalously tight and revealing suitcoat that barely got around breasts that must've each been at least five times larger than head. Her skirt was barely longer than Blake's, flaring around an ass only barely smaller than Evelyn's. Her long, red hair was always immaculate, and the slight heel on her shoes somehow worked perfectly for the "porned-up professional" look she had going on.

And she was tall, too, the perfect height for Blake and Evelyn to nuzzle their cheeks against those magnificent orbs.

Blake didn't even necessarily want Professor Genevieve to pleasure her; she'd be quite happy just getitng to suck on a nipple and eat the woman's ass while Evelyn ate her twat, and then they could switch places and bring the professor to crashing orgasms and then they wouldn't actually have to work in her class...

Blake shook her head to clear that thought for a moment as she and Evelyn came to the woman's office door. Given how last-minute her arrival on campus was, it was in a pretty inconvenient and isolated location, but that was just fine. Less of a chance of being overheard once they finally had the woman moaning in climax.

After a perfunctory knock, the pair opened it and walked in. The professor stood up from her desk.

"Ah, Blake, Evelyn." There were only a dozen people in the upper-year lecture so unlike in earlier years where instructors generally only learned their names after having been reduced to a twitching puddle of sexual satisfaction, it was already the case this year that all of their professors knew their names. "Let me cut to the chase. Are you actually here to ask about the coursework, or are you here to get me into your metaphorical bed and then coerce me into getting top marks?"

Blake tried not to let her reaction show, and obviously failed. A sideways glance at Evelyn showed her that her friend had done no better.

"Word does get around the faculty about these things, you know," Professor Genevieve continued. "My colleagues have been willing to overlook the matter because, so I'm told, the two of you are quite genuinely skilled and have been willing to put out whenever they've demanded it of you. A mutual code of silence, I guess. But let me assure you that I have no particular need of your services in that regard. Not that I would mind it, you understand, just that I am hardly unable to get partners of my own and, I dare say, partners substantially more experienced than you are, three years of nightly orgies or no." Genevieve's smile was that of a predator taking in her prey. "So if you want the same grade in my class that you've become accustomed to getting, you will actually have to work for it--academic work. I am sure that you can find the time to focus on my class given how you won't need to do anything other than suck a few dicks to keep your grades up in your other lectures."

"Well," said Evelyn, before stopping. She was ordinarily the shy one between the two of them, but Blake found herself tongue-tied after Professor Genevieve's ultimatum, both from the woman's raw eroticism activating every single libido-focused cell in her body and from the sudden, panicked realization that she'd grown so reliant on her own sexiness to ensure good grades that she had no idea how to actually do the coursework. "Well, I was reading the piece you assigned, and I had some questions about it..."

"You were reading?" The professor's predatory attitude did not change. "Not both of you? When did you find the time to pry yourself apart from--what's the term everyone uses--your fellow 'cuddle-slut' to do some reading? Or did you read while you were cuddling with each other?"

"I... I did try to get Blake to read with me," Evelyn said, "but... but she was more enamoured with groping my ass than she was with the piece. She just assumed it was only a matter of time before, well."

"How long have you two known each other?" The professor waved a hand. "Don't answer that, it's not relevant. Even just three years of regular access to Evelyn's butt should've dampened your enthusiasm for playing with it at every opportunity even just a little, Blake."

Some distant part of Blake's mind thought that it was weird that Professor Genevieve was talking so openly about sexual habits with students she'd only known for a week. "I... uh... Evelyn's ass really is very nice, Professor." Blake finally managed to get some words past her lips.

"I'm sure it is, and I'm sure most of my colleagues have engaged in no small amount of groping themselves. But as you can tell, I've already got a perfectly good ass I can feel up whenever I want. Maybe it's something else that really keeps your attention about her."

Blake flushed. She loved every part of Evelyn's body, the small but exquisitely sensitive boobs, the prominent clit, obviously the titanic butt, her perfectly formed toes, the way her feet were just the right amount of sweaty for Blake's tongue after a day walking around campus, how Evelyn's tongue knew just the right places in Blake's mouth when they kissed to bring the chesty woman almost to orgasm just from that...

Professor Genevieve's gaze was not on Blake's face, however. It was looking lower, at Evelyn's suddenly jiggling ass cheeks.

Blake felt her cunt clench, and she had to hold herself back from diving down to get her face in between them.

"Oh, go ahead," the professor said. "Far be it from me to stand between a woman and her embarrassing fetishes."

Blake couldn't resist any longer. She buried her face in Evelyn's ass just in time for the woman to rip a massive, smelly fart.

The professor theatrically fanned a hand in front of her nose. "Are they usually that big and malodorous? Because if so, I can see why someone as clearly obsessed with gas as Blake is would stick with you, Evelyn."

"Usually... not," Evelyn admitted. Having her girlfriend's head between her cheeks, combined with how the vibrations of the fart had moved her crotch, had brought her to a small orgasm. "They've never been small, but never like that, and not that smelly." Evelyn's nose was wrinkled against the stench coming from her butt.

"Hm, well, I suppose I can forgive that one, given that the two of you came here to seduce me and I've already made it plain I won't be. So if Blake will drag her attention back to more important matters than huffing sulfuric gases, I can answer your ques--" Professor Genevieve was cut off as Evelyn abruptly ripped an even louder, longer, and smellier fart.

Blake's moan of pleasure was clearly audible around the room, even muffled as it was by the ass she was buried in.

"Well, I was willing to forgive one, but two is quite another matter. You really should watch your diet, Evelyn."

"I do!" she objected. "I do. Um, Blake did some research about it--"

"Oh, so she can do research, but only when it comes to satisfying her kinks, not when it comes to her actual work."

"--and I follow the diet she came up with. I don't want them to stink this much."

"Well, clearly you've been slipping. Or your gut bacteria have changed." Professor Genevieve sighed. "If you promise me you'll figure out how to get your farts back under control, I can forgive this one, too."

"I... I promise, Professor."

"Good. Now, as I was saying, if Blake can pry her nose away from her source of methane, we can get back to talking about the actual coursework, and not what you wish you could do instead of coursework."

The turquoise-haired woman sighed as she extricated her head from between Evelyn's plump cheeks, and sat down on one of the chairs. Evelyn gingerly joined her in sitting on another.

"Another thing I'll forgive this time is your lack of proper underwear. But in future, I expect you to dress yourselves properly, not just in my office but also in lecture. Put them on in the bathroom just before class and take them off right after if you must, and I don't even care if they're just G-strings, but you will wear something to cover your nether regions in my class."

The next five minutes were the most torturous of Blake's whole time at university. Normally, she didn't have to pay attention in class, and she could not-so-surreptitiously play with her girlfriend's butt, or her delightful slight stomach pudge--a fine contrast to Blake's own barely visible abdominal muscles--to while away the time. But with Professor Genevieve having made it extremely clear that they would be graded on their actual work, and not what they had been substituting for that, Blake found herself having to pay attention for once.

That was even more difficult given how Blake found her thoughts divided between desperately wanting to grab Evelyn's butt again and just jumping up and trying to rip the professor's suit down in order to free a nipple.

It was almost a mercy how that particular hellish moment in Blake's postsecondary career came to an end when Evelyn hopped up abruptly.

"Um, Professor, I'll be right back..." Evelyn started walking off with the distinctive gait of someone who has been holding in a full bladder and a big log of shit for a little too long.

Blake was about to jump up to accompany her friend but the professor waved her down. "Evelyn can take care of herself, I'm quite sure. It is all good and well for the two of you to stay in the habit even of going to the washroom together, goodness knows the world is not safe for any woman these days, especially not in such a vulnerable moment, but the ladies' room is just around the corner and if there is one advantage to having my office in such a distant corner of the campus it is that it is hardly ever occupied. She will be just--" Professor Genevieve cut off again as Evelyn, a hand already on the doorknob, suddenly let out a pained moan. Her legs gave out from underneath her, forcing her into a squat.

She held onto the doorknob so hard that Blake was afraid her friend would tear it off. The moan continued as, to Blake's horror, Evelyn lost control of her sphincters, piss flooding out in front of her and multiple long, thick logs of crap dropping onto the floor behind her. Time almost seemed to stand still as an ever-more-impossible amount of bodily waste forced its way out of the bottom-heavy woman, leaving her panting with tears of pain running down her face once it finally finished.

Evelyn was clearly mortified, more than Blake had ever seen her. Blake slowly turned her head away from the scene as Professor Genevieve lightly coughed. She, too, was staring at the mess Evelyn had made, but with an academic's detachment, somehow. She'd quirked a single eyebrow.

"Well. I can call the cleaners later. And the administration will certainly be interested to know just how desperate the notorious cuddle-sluts are to get under my skirt." She pointedly glanced toward a corner of the room where Blake saw a red light that indicated that there was a camera recording everything that had gone on. "I was willing to overlook the farts, but I will have to punish you for this. Still, it's only Evelyn who's transgressed, so I will only demand that you watch, Bla--"

Blake felt her gut roil at the words and abruptly stood up herself. Her ass was nowhere near as magnificent as Evelyn's, of course, but that did little to change the volume of the slimy logs she felt dropping from her own anus.

The professor's voice remained calm. "I suppose punishment is in order for both of you, then." She stepped back to avoid the torrent of piss that Blake was spraying. "Maybe I should have just let you two seduce me."