Enter Clara

Clara came into the bathroom during the class, much the same as Liz. But they hadn’t expected anyone, let alone the sight she viewed here. Liz’s dress painted over their heaving chest, with her hand up the, barely, hiked dress. Her nipples tented stiffly as they threatened to leap out at any time. Her face had changed as well, becoming tighter, fairer, just better. Clara was unable to really understand what was happening.

Liz was already feeling close hands were now sopping, leaking lines down her longer legs. Liz looked Clara over, looking down.

Clara looked on, “W-what are you…doing?”, a mix of confusion and interest in her voice.

Clara stood there clutching their hands to their chest in their sweater shirt. Her little black plaid skirt and stockings were so cute. Liz bit their lip as dangerous thoughts were acted on.

“Mmm, you’ll do.”, she whispered.

Liz took long purposeful steps to Clara, though her hand saw no rest. Still swirling roughly over her pearl, it was almost painfully aroused. Its throbbing with her touch felt like a live wire.

Liz cleared the distance between them before Clara had realized. Almost reflexively they backed away, into a corner. Though for each step, Liz followed, gaining with each. Her free arm blocked the exit, domineering over her slightly. Clara’s gaze now solely on Liz’s hand, or more specifically what it hid. The aroma was clearly intoxicating as her eyes dilated a blush hitting her face.

Clara mousily asked, “May I kiss you…down there?”, nodding toward their quarry. They stared on, absently almost drooling.

Liz almost bestially driven, grunt in response. Liz took her slick hand to the agape mouth of Clara. Liz’s thumb was first, Clara began to suck without a thought. Both groaning to the feeling the other elicited. Liz’s hand moved further slowly grasping at her head, slowly pushing her down. Clara offered no resistance, her breath was coming in sharp spikes.

Clara tentative tongue probing Liz’s flooded folds, licking her up. Her inflamed clitoris feeling the warm swirl of her tongue, shot her like a lightning bolt. Her head shot back as her whole body contracted and shivered. Absently shoving Clara’s head into her, now locked where they licked.

Another climax, another surge. Inching further up, their frame slowly built lithe athletic muscle. Her chest could no longer be held, as the front of the dress ripped from shoulders. Breasts surging now released, growing full C. Maybe larger. The new muscles on her chest held them firmly.

Clara on the other hand felt the other growing change. Liz, lost in the climax, hadn't seen the distress in Clara’s eyes. Her pearl had surged in her mouth, no longer just engorged. It had distended deeply into her mouth, eking further into her mouth. Clara's distress turned to moans as the meat began snaking down her tongue. Now taking about 4 inches of meat, not taking a moment to question, lost in the feeling.

5’8”(+3”)
D(+)
Clit-dick(+4”)