Divergence: Carole's True Nature

"...Just gotta go in, convince her to change my grade. Doesn't work, you 'convince' her." Bailey repeated for the umpteenth time, trying each and every key on Kim's keychain. "Ayden, you DID hear me, right?"

"Yeah, yeah. Maybe turn the keys left, not right?" Ayden suggested, getting an eye roll and a groan from Bailey. "Is Carole hotter than in the pictures?"

"What?!"

"I'm just saying, she looked kinda... I don't know, like very 'six out of ten' in the pictures. Like, a pretty face, but..."

"...What's my rating? And Kim's? And Harper's, while you're at it?" Bailey asked, glaring as the tried the first key once again.

"In that order? Uh... nine-point-five, eight, four." Ayden answered honestly, more than slightly relieved as a smile formed on Bailey's face. "Right now, though, you'd be a ten. If your face and voice were yours, not Kim's."

"Flatterer." Bailey mumbled, her face lighting up from a combination of Ayden's answer and the door finally unlocking. "Upstairs, right?" Bailey asked, gasping as a gust of wind made her stolen skirt fly up, revealing her bare bottom to the world. Bailey, slightly regretting Ayden's 'suggestion' at skipping underwear, stomped inside and shut the door behind her, flattening the skirt with bright red cheeks on her face. "You didn't answer, Ayden. Upstairs?"

"Yeah. In her... study, I think she said." Ayden answered, enjoying the sensation of the bouncing boobs on Bailey's chest as she hopped up the stairs. His horniness flaring up, he have Bailey, the real Bailey, a quick grope on the chest, earning a sigh from Harper's transformed body. "What? I'm horny, looking forward to sexy times with Carole!"

"Yeah, yeah. Dial it back." Bailey sighed, the corner of her mouth quivering into the beginnings of a smile. As she reached the top of the stairs, she knocked on the nearest door, opening it once she heard a chair sliding around. Sure enough, Carole was sitting at her desk, in the beginning of standing up. "You said to come in, so..."

"That I did." Carole sighed, pushing her glasses up with her pinkie. "You... wished to discuss something regarding grading? Yes?"

"...Yeah." Bailey mumbled, equal parts relieved and confused. On one hand, the fact Carole was so straightforward was a relief. However... something felt off. She couldn't put her finger on it, but... there was definitely something. "I... I believe I've been too harsh grading a student, Bailey-"

"Ah, yes. The... blonde girl. The latest victim of your... sadism." Carole sighed, slumping her shoulders. "Come here, dear." Carole ordered, opening up a laptop and typing away at its keys as Bailey walked over. To Bailey's relief, Carole had already pulled up the grading website, with Bailey's page in the midst of loading. "It's all yours to edit." Carole sighed, taking a step back to let Bailey lean over the laptop.

"Let's see, attendance..." Bailey muttered, jumping slightly as Carole's hands grasped her butt. Bailey tried to ignore it, focusing on modifying her grade, but... something, again, felt off. Carole was... being very rough. Almost like-

"Ooooooh, you're always so inviting!" Carole moaned, wiggling her fingers that were knuckle-deep inside Bailey's asshole. "No panties... Kim, you don't remember, do you?"

"R-Remember?" Ayden whispered inside, Bailey's terrible feeling spreading to him.

"Remember?" Bailey asked, attempting to play dumb as Carole slowly slid her hand deeper and deeper.

"Playing dumb? Hmmm... I suppose it doesn't matter." Carole sighed, leaning over until her breath was tickling Bailey's ear. "Why do you think I keep you around? You're horrendously biased when it comes to grading, you're rude, you dress like a tramp... yet you're downright gorgeous." Carole began, earning a deep moan from Bailey as Carole reached her elbow. "Don't you remember that pregnancy scare of yours, from a few months ago? Ahhhh... the school's football team loved 'Kim' supporting the team." Carole cooed, shuddering as she recalled that night. "I can keep my reputation as the hardass, old-fashioned professor, and still go on the wild nights of my youth..."

"Y-You mean-"

"Mmmhmm. Don't worry, you won't remember it this time either." Carole whispered, suddenly disappearing as Bailey let out a scream brought by pleasure, what felt like a massive, surging cock pouring into her asshole.

"Ayden... there's someone..." Bailey moaned, her eyes crossing as she slumped over, her senses 'unplugged' from her stolen body...