First Day of Class

The next day came quick enough, Rob leaving Nami and Tifa behind as he headed to Frederick Douglas, a posh school on the nice side of town. He had no idea what to prepare for, so he simply came wearing an flannel shirt and some old jeans, hoping the power of the wish would prevail him through the day.

He arrived at administrations, the woman behind the desk greeting him warmly as if nothing was out of place. Her obliviousness to all this genie-induced weirdness compounded further when she explained to him he would only be teaching one class, the period right before lunch each day, and there was no set curriculum or even class title.

"We figured a gentleman of your calibre should be able to impart these students with your wisdom without restraints or restrictions." She said, speaking to him as if he had any sort of impact on the field of education and wasn't just a pervy porn artist.

Rob could only shrug and go with the flow, even as his stomach fluttered nervously, sweat building up on his brow. Before class would start, he was shown to his classroom, neat and tidy and immaculate, as if it had never been used before today. Located on the second floor with an excellent view of the campus grounds below, twenty-eight desks were sorted in meticulously arranged in rows of four-by-seven, with a great whiteboard mounted on the wall opposite his desk, and a flatscreen TV affixed above that, connected to his computer. Kids had it so good these days.

Rob's desk offered no clues as to what the hell he should be doing here, but it did have a very important piece of information for him: a student roster. And, oh boy, what a roster! Rob was right to follow his instincts, because he could not believe the goldmine he had struck at this school. First off, it seems that Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley, and Cho Chang had transferred from Hogwarts across the Atlantic. Then he had a trio of moody, dark, and sultry lasses in Wednesday Addams, Violet Parr from The Incredibles, and GoGo Tamago from Big Hero Six. DC Comics was represented by Raven, Starfire, and Miss Martian, while Marvel brought Kamala Khan, America Chavez, and Gwen Stacy. A second Gwen, Miss Gwen Tennyson, was present, as were a handful of ladies from various Disney cartoons - Kim Possible, Luz Noceda, Amity Blight, Anne Boonchuy, Sasha Waybright, and Marcy Wu. Then he had a handful of Japanese girls; the superheroine schoolgirls of Tsuyu Asui, Mina Ashido, Kyoka Jiro, and Itsuka Kendo from My Hero Academia, alongside Yukiko Amagi, Chie Satonaka, Makoto Niijima, and Haru Okumura from the Persona series. Furthermore (for some reason) the roster listed each girl's age, having aged the various woman up to a minimum of 18, as if his wish was preventing him from doing something especially indecent and squicky, to which Rob was very grateful for.

All in all, Rob was eternally grateful that things had worked out like this, but now even more nervous as to what to do. He quickly began to look at his desk and computer for any clue or action, when time ran out, as the bell for end of first period rang. The halls quickly filled with students changing classes and, soon thereafter, his students began to filter in.

The first thing Rob noticed was that each girl was wearing a uniform - white starched collared shirts with black ties, an argyle sweatervest overtop, pleated tartan skirt with either black stockings or thigh-highs, and white ballet flats. This was especially noticeable because Frederick Douglas High did not have student uniforms! What anyone else thought of this group of identically dressed teenaged beauties was anyone's guess, but he did enjoy the wish catering to his uniform fetish.

The next thing that Rob noticed was that, in addition to the age-up, some of these girls got hit with the sexy stick in a big way! He had drawn all of these girls at one time or another, so had a lot of his artist mutuals, and a lot of the time they liked to embellish on the character. Meaning, they liked to give them big honking tits and smoking hot curves. And tits and curves did these girls have! Kim and Anne and Luz and GoGo and Wednesday, Chie and Makoto and Haru and all four of the My Hero girls all were hiding C- or D-cups beneath their blouses and sweater, and even the more petite and slender girls still possessed lovely, sensual curves to their figures, the kinds only dreamt up by perverts and horndogs.

Rob did his best not to openly lust after the girls, also thanking the lord above he was sitting at a desk, as to obscure his erection.

One by one, the girls all filed in and took their seats, the bell signaling the start of class ringing not long after, with all of Rob's students now looking up at him expectantly.

And Rob had nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zero. Absolute bupkus. He stared back at the girls with a blank, panicked look, sweating and muttering under his breath, barely able to manage anything besides "Uh" and "Ah" and "Um" and other monosyllabic nothings. A few of the more serious girls began to look crossed and concerned at this spectacle and it looked like they might just ditch all-together.

In fear of losing this golden opportunity, Rob fumbled at the mouse of his computer, clicking through folders until he found a video file entitled "Introduction" and clicked on it, stammering out. "S-sorry, ladies. Let's begin out course with a, uh... video primer on the nature of the course."

The TV behind him flared to life, but instead of showing any sort of video or powerpoint outlining the course syllabus, instead a mulicoloured spiral started up, showering the room in a rainbow of light. All at once, Rob's students seized up, perked up, and then became ensnared by the hypnotic video, all emotion quickly replaced with wide-open stares and blank, vapid smiles, the spiral burning into the irises of the various hapless students.

A soft, feminine voice played over the speaker with various mantra and phrases Rob had seen and heard a million times from hypnosis porn. "You are all good girls. "You will all obey". "You will do what your teachers says". "Your teacher is always right". "Never question your teacher". And other phrases of that nature, repeating endlessly, like the mesmeric spiral, soothing, taming, and dazing the various students.

Rob breathed a sigh of relief. Faced with the nearly thirty beauties before him, he completely forget what he had learned night before. The world was going to present him with a scenario, and he just had to follow it with confidence, no matter how absurd it seemed on the surface, and he would have his prize. The other night, he used ordinary money to puppet the bodies of Tifa and Nami around; now he wielded the authority of a teacher and this mind control video to twist these young ladies into his pets. Just go with the flow.

Rob looked back at his classroom of students, all still sitting straight up, faint smiles on their lips, eyes a neverending spiral. He licked his lips. They looked so unbelievably hot in that trance. He wanted to walk over and have a little fun, kiss a few of them, squeeze some tits, grope some thighs and asses, revel in his control and power. But, good things come those who wait.

And, when the spiral finally wound down, having bored it's malicious programming into the helpless girls, Rob had a plan.

"Alright girls," Rob said, putting on his best authoritative voice, observing the students. Most of them were blinking rapidly or chasing stars from their heads, waking up from their hypnotic slumber. "To give a more in-depth analysis of our class, this is an art class. Specifically, I am going to teach you all how to be successful porn and pin-up artists." Rob smiled at himself as the wave of discontent and concern spread, frowns and grumbles and mutterings. "Now, now, I know what you're thinking, but this an important lifeskill. You can make a good living drawing smut in the internet age, or simply use your skill to supplement your income. I myself am a good example. Allow me to show you..."

Rob then clicked through the computer to one of the websites hosting his images. "As a matter of fact, all of you in this room have served as inspiration for me one time or another." He began to click through images of the students he had imagined and drawn. "Here's Miss Tennyson having some quality family time with her grandpa. Next we have Misses Boonchuy, Waybright, and Wu servicing a few gentlemen, colloquially known as a 'blow-bang'. And here are Raven and Starfire, very stylish and sexy in a lingerie pin-up."

All of the girls blushed at Rob's lewd and sexy artwork, the ones shown as subjects moreso than any others. Gwen specifically averted her eyes, while Starfire's dazzled slightly at her beauteous drawn form. Sasha and Wednesday and GoGo glared him down, Rob returning the look, and the three of them eventually shying away. They may have had their misgivings, but they didn't have it in them to rebel.

"Alright. Today will be an introduction to basic human anatomy". Rob eventually said, after going through more of his gallery, certain to highlight every student so that no one wouldn't be embarrassed. "Everyone get out some paper and a writing implement and follow my lead..."

The next ninety minutes flew by, as Rob grew more and more comfortable instructing his class. Throughout, there were minor signs of resistance, but little more than a dirty look or tiny bit of hesitation to follow his orders before they meekly submitted and complied. The spiral had done it's work, and they were all slowly falling into his clutches. Dreams of a harem of schoolgirls danced in his head.

When the bell rang for lunch, Rob dismissed the girls, but asked for one to stay behind so he could speak to her. Then, he observed as his students fled, none of them having the stones to look him in the after the subject of the class. After they left the room, Rob turned to look out the window, and he could clearly see all twenty-seven of them leaving the school grounds, and he was fairly certain they were the only ones to do so. This seemed to confirm his suspicions. None of these girls actually went to this school, they only existed to attend his class. They belonged to him and no one else.

"Um... I'm sorry, Mister Daily, but you wanted to speak with me?"

Rob turned to face the student, looking her straight in the eye and smiling before addressing her by name.