From literature teacher to sexy librarian

For the second time Jess was saved by the gag or she might’ve screamed. Miss Littlewood’s prim sundress, cardigan and sensible low-slung heels were replaced in an instant with something that was, to Jess, halfway between a librarian’s outfit and pure lingerie.

Though she was technically wearing a ‘waistcoat’, the dark garment was sleeveless and barely covered her torso, coming to an abrupt end before it even reached her bellybutton. It was also insanely low-cut, doing nothing to cover the black and white lace shelf-bra that encased her breasts. The detached collar from a smart white shirt was wrapped around her slender throat, a short black tie dangling from its front like an arrow pointing directly into her cleavage.

Below the waist Miss Littlewood wore a pair of tight black micro shorts that rose high over the cheeks of her ass, leaving them mostly exposed. Other than a single frilly black and white garter, halfway up her left thigh, her legs were entirely bare; with her feet tottering in a pair of high platform black stilettos.

The young teacher’s hair had been pulled up in a messy bun, and a pair of thin-rimmed glasses, that Jess was sure the teacher didn’t need, were now perched on the end of her cute button nose. Her lips were glossy with bright red lipstick, and Miss Littlewood tapped the eraser end of a pencil against the corner of her mouth, like she was deliberately trying to draw attention to it.

Jess barely had time to look away before she felt Kevin’s next wish crashing through her,

“I wish that all the female students at this school who aren't attracted to women become so, and that even those that would usually be judgmental of how others dress would secretly perv or crush on the teachers just as often as the guys.”

Jessica whimpered, shuddering with unwanted sexual pleasure as she braced herself, expecting to feel her own sexuality transformed against her will. But when she eventually dared look at Miss Littlewood again Jess struggled to notice if she felt any different. Still trembling from the sexual heat of granting the wish, the blonde’s fuzzy mind tried desperately to work out if the arousal she felt was from Miss Littlewood’s body or from Kevin’s wishes alone. Jess blinked and tried to focus, but she was sure she felt no more lust for her teacher than she had before.

Confused, the gagged blonde blinked, trying to understand what had happened – had it not worked?

Glancing at Tiffany though, Jess’s heart raced as she spotted the brunette, who had been sat back with disinterest only a few seconds ago, now leaning forward, eagerly hanging on every word Miss Littlewood said. She had even started doodling little love hearts in the corner of her notebook…

“Mmmmffmm ffmmmph!” Jess squawked into her gag in distress – it had worked, but somehow it hadn’t affected her.

“Is something wrong Jessica?” Miss Littlewood stopped her pacing with her eyebrows raised; the gagged girl’s moan had drawn the attention of plenty of the students around her.

With a **** groan Tiffany reached over and pulled the cock from Jess’s mouth, her lips slipping free with a pop.

“N-n-no… I’m sorry...” Jess started. She was still trying to recover from the wishes but as she spoke she could see the faces of the people around her souring with every word.

“You understand the material?” Miss Littlewood pressed, staring at her over the rim of her new glasses.

“Y-yes, I think-”

“Tiffany put it back in,” Miss Littlewood sighed, not even waiting for the girl to finish, and Jess once again squeaked with the indignity of having a cock shoved down her throat to keep her quiet. Silently she cursed Kevin again for what he had done to the people around her - she knew Miss Littlewood would never have normally treated her with such dispassion as she had done then. It made Jess shiver with genuine discomfort that even the people she thought she knew best could have their minds changed about her with just a sentence from Kevin.

“I wish that the teachers of this school would start unconsciously teasing the class sexually while they taught, without realizing they are doing it even if it's pointed out to them.”

Fuck - Jess’s thighs clenched and she arched her back with another muffled cry.

Now, rather than walking back and forth across the front of the room as she read, the new sultry Miss Littlewood started walking up and down the aisles between the desks. Drawing admiring gazes from every student as she strutted languidly past, her impossibly high heels landing with delicate little clicks. She walked with one foot in front of the other, her hips shifting in a mesmerising sway that left the pert globes of her ass a hypnotic sight from behind.

Jess shivered in horror as she watched the woman not only strut around with such overt sexuality but that as she passed by certain students she would actually run a teasing finger across their shoulders or down the lines of their open jaws.

Jess could only watch on in silent alarm – her lips flexing around the cock in her mouth and eyes wide as she tracked Miss Littlewood across the room, desperately trying to block out the hyper-sexualised image she was seeing and just focus on the material the half-naked woman was teaching...