Checking in on Miss Busby first

Earlier that afternoon the confused and distracted teacher jumped, feeling the front of her car forcefully hitting her garage. She shuddered, enjoying the brief vibrations of the mini accident. Whatever was affecting her was getting far worse. She tried to act civil, to rush back home and clean herself off…but sitting in the car she wiped the still drying cum on her chest and licked her fingers clean.

“God it tastes so fucking good! No wonder that sexy slut was so into it!” She moaned before shaking her head. That was no way to talk about her student. Even if the student was the sexiest and sluttiest young woman she had ever seen. She missed those lips. Regretting not roaming and feeling that amazing body…gah stop!

Licking more cum from her chest Mrs. Busby moaned and stumbled out of her car. It was at that moment she realized how tight her clothes felt on her. Her once cute blouse was now an incredibly tight and tiny white crop top, her bust jutting out proudly on her thin frame. Her long formal pencil skirt was now made of leather, hugging her form and going down mid thigh. Her cute furry black boots now were heels that went up past her knees.

Her eyes flashed pink as an image of her on her knees, ruthlessly stuffing her husbands dick down her throat. How she wanted to **** and be overwhelmed by it. The glow faded and she frowned. He wasn’t even close to being big enough to hit her throat. Wait why was that the conclusion?

Clearly she wasn’t feeling well. Whatever was affecting that sexy slut was making her horny and perverted too. Instead of trying to rid herself of these thoughts her mind was wandering to what guys could really make her gag.

Fuck her g string was soaked! She swore she was wearing giant modest panties but she felt the air on her exposed skin through her skirt. God damn it felt like velvet, so soft with every movement. She stumbled again, trying her best to not reach under her skirt and finger herself silly. Maybe it was wise to rush inside. Her husband wouldn’t be home for a few hours but whatever was happening to her would at least not be public.

“Ma’am?” A sexy southern accent called and she felt another surge of wetness between her legs. Turning she moaned, seeing a beautiful police woman approaching her while eyeing the accident. She obviously noticed Mrs. Busby stumbling with her knees pointed in and seemingly distressed. “Distressed how badly I need a dick in me!” The busty teacher thought.

The cop was talking to her as she approached but the heat was too much. Memories of her raunchy kiss with that student played in her head and she lunged forward. Grabbing the officer’s ass she pulled the woman in and passionately kissed her. The blonde moaned between kisses, holding tight as the woman tried to break away, squeezing those soft cheeks in her hand. Suddenly electricity shot through her system and the officer broke free.

The shock had an unexpected result. Mrs. Busby’s eyes were now brightly glowing pink. “Ohh fuck you’re so hot! Don’t you wanna come in and see more of this body? My name is Jennifer, just in case you need to know what to moan.”

Officer Monica trembled. Why was the weird woman’s shameless advances turning her on? The way she so confidently and possessively held her rear like that…was kind of hot. She knew she was currently seeing a guy but if she wasn’t on duty she probably would have considered the offer. Instead she tried to remain professional, “Uh ‘scuse me Ma’am but is e’rything alright? Yer eyes are glowin’ something fierce.” Okay awkward attempt at humor didn’t work. Fuck could she stop eyeing the officer so lewdly? “Why don’ ya come for a ride with me, let you get yerself checked out?”

The blonde pushed her tits out and pursed her lips, “Mhmm but you’ve already been checking me out! But riding a big dick together sounds fun! My husband won’t be home for three hours, do you have someone in mind?”

Monica looked down and let out a surprised and frustrated moan. The woman’s crop top was now made of gorgeous black and red lace in a ver pretty lingerie design, the wires pushing her tits out even more! Her skirt, if it even could be called that, wasn’t even long enough to cover her crotch, showing a black lace thong. The skirt was matching the top. Her thigh high boots were now velvety socks tied in a cute black bow just above each knee. She looked so beautiful! So sexual!

“Mhmm the way you look at me is so hot!” The busty blonde cooed. “My Step-son will be home in less than an hour. We could tag team him when he gets home. Maybe get to know each other intimately before then?”

Shit! Why was Monica even considering this offer? It was true, the situation and woman was making her uncontrollably horny. The idea of riding someone while in this heat was heaven to her! But she had to resist right? Because…because…her boyfriend! Ah well, they weren’t quite exclusive yet, she was sure he was still talking to another girl. What about…her mind searched frantically but her eyes drifted across the tantalizing body before her while she licked her lips.

Jennifer smiled at the sexy uniform the officer was now wearing. Gone were the combat boots and baggy pants, in its place were a tight pair of black shorts and black heel boots that went up halfway to her knees.

Before her eyes the corrupted teacher watched in awe as the Officer began de-aging. The professional woman in her early thirties slowly began looking a decade younger. Her face youthening, her body slimming and toning. Her body becoming perkier. Monica licked her bright pink glossed lips and threw her now platinum hair back, “Mhmm you keep looking at me like that honey, yer going to make me act unprofessional!”

Jennifer just grinned watching her cute perky small ass wobble and grow. Stretching her shorts, slowly bouncing more and more to her movements. Now her ass was gigantic and could easily knock someone out. Her thighs thickened to match. Those police shorts were stretched and swallowed by such a powerful ****.

“What the hell? Is everything okay?” Her neighbour Cameron cried seeing a half naked neighbour a police officer and a crashed car. He looked at the dancing woman in both confusion and interest.

Cameron was quite literally a model. Mrs. Busby had to watch her husband complain and look to move every time the man next door tanned by his pool or worked outside in just shorts. It was so hot how intimidated her husband was by him!

Monica eyed him up and smiled, “Well, this lady ‘n I were looking’ to go for a long ride.” Jennifer noticed slowly her deep southern voice was becoming more high pitched and almost…California white girl? “Wanna help us ladies out?”

Cameron was hit by the most heavenly taste he could have ever imagined, sucking desperately. He vaguely heard his neighbour giggle, “Tastes amazing, right? Was teasing myself a bit when she started dancing and thought to try it out. So glad I did!” The man grabbed her wrist when she started to pull out and greedily sucked on her fingers. He needed more! That’s when her sentence hit him. Diving he grabbed her and tossed her legs around his shoulders, lapping away at the thong between her legs while guiding them back into his house.

The door closing behind them was sign enough the sexy blonde cop followed and he felt her hands work on his belt. Fuck this was the last thing he expected to do today! Hell he didn’t want to enable his neighbour cheating on her husband but she just tasted to good for him to stop. Hell, he probably knows by know and would understand! Two soft hands fell from his buckle and rubbed his crotch, “Oh fuck he’s gigantic!” These women weren’t exactly the thick milfs he preferred but they were hot as hell!

Hands began working with renewed inspiration on his clothes but he was distracted. Her thigh kept pushing him away whenever her other leg would slip off his shoulder, bumping his sensitive breast. That wasn’t right…his frame and shoulders were thick enough to seat two women! Spring break was proof. Either she was way thicker than he thought or she had no idea how to sit.

The sound of his pants and belt hitting the floor was followed with an excited squeal before a mutter of confusion, “Wait! No! No, no, no, no!”

The battle to get back between those legs was frustrating Cameron. He was about to move and prop her against the wall with her legs stretched open so she couldn’t close move them. But she fell completely down onto his large and sensitive chest. Why did she feel so heavy? Grunting in frustration, Cameron lightly dropped Mrs. Busby and looked down. What Cameron saw was not what…she was expecting.