Fun in the Classroom? Not for Alice

Henry's laughter subsided into a low chuckle as he reached into the pocket of Alice's jeans, his old jeans, and pulled out his old phone, the screen lighting up to the video fresh on the screen, and as the video began to play, showing Alice's borrowed body on her knees before Marcus, showing her lips wrapped around his huge cock, showing the look of humiliated pleasure on her face, Henry held the screen up to Alice's face, his voice dripping with mock sympathy as he said,

"Look at you, you little slut, look at how much you're enjoying that, look at how your mouth just opens for him like a good little whore," and he watched as Alice's expression crumbled further, watched as she tried to look away but couldn't, her eyes fixed on the screen as the video showed Marcus grabbing her hair and forcing her deeper, showed the tears streaming down her borrowed cheeks. Henry leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear, "That's you, princess, that's what you are now, a little cocksucker who can't get enough of real men, and you're stuck in my pathetic little body while the whole school watches you become a whore," and he laughed again, the sound echoing through the empty classroom as the video continued to play, as Alice watched herself being used, being degraded, being turned into exactly what Henry had always wanted her to be.

As Henry's words washed over her, as the video played on showing her face, doing something she never even dreamed of doing, Alice felt something building in the pathetic body she now occupied, felt the tiny penis twitch and throb as Henry's mockery echoed in her ears, "Look at you, getting hard from your own humiliation, you pathetic little worm, you can't even control this tiny thing, can you?" and Alice's breath caught in his borrowed throat as the sensation crested, as the most pathetic orgasm of her life spurted weakly from the tiny organ, just a few drops of fluid that seemed to mock her even as they came, and Henry's laughter grew louder, more cruel, as he pointed at the pitiful result, "Oh my god, you actually came from that? From watching yourself be a whore? You're even more pathetic than I thought, Alice, you're a complete and utter failure, and now people will think of you as a failure of a woman too, because no one will ever look at you the same way after that video, and I'm not finished!" Henry laughed, as Alice stood there, trembling, tears streaming down his face, the tiny penis still wet with its own pathetic emission, as the full weight crashed down on her, trapped in a body that couldn't even give her a proper orgasm, while her own body was going to be out there, being passed around like a toy. And Henry would ensure she knew. While all she could do was stroke his little penis.

Henry's laughter filled the room, when suddenly the classroom door swung open and Mr. Patterson, the college's algebra teacher, stood frozen in the doorway, his eyes widening at the scene before him, at Henry in Alice's body with cum on his face, at Alice in Henry's body with her pathetic little penis on display, and for a long moment no one spoke, then Mr Patterson's face contorted with disgust as he said,

"I've seen the video, Alice, I've seen what you did with Marcus, and now I find you in here with this boy, I need a word with you?" and Alice tried to speak, tried to explain, but only a strangled sob escaped Henry's throat as Mr Patterson continued, "You young man, cover that thing up and get out of here," and Henry watched with gleeful satisfaction as Alice crumbled, pulling up his jeans. and rushing out of the room, leaving Henry, in Alice's body, alone with Mr Patterson.

Mr. Patterson's heavy footsteps approached, as the teacher towered over Henry's borrowed form, his bulk blocking the light from the doorway, and Henry looked up at him with Alice's wide eyes, her borrowed lips parting in a mock-innocent smile as he said, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Patterson, I don't know what came over me," his voice dripping with false contrition, but the algebra teacher just shook his head, his hand gripping Alice's shoulder hard enough to make her wince, and Henry felt the thrill of power surge through his borrowed body at the contact, at the way the older man's fingers dug into the flesh that had once been pristine and untouchable, and as Mr. Patterson, "Will you punish me... daddy?" He asked, innocently, pushing his tits out.

Mr. Patterson's face flushed red, his hand tightening on Henry's shoulder as he leaned in close, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper that only Henry could hear, "There's one way, you little slut, one way I won't tell anyone what I saw in here, one way you can make this right," and Henry felt Alice's body respond to the threat, felt her borrowed cunt grow wet with fear and excitement as he looked up at the older man with wide, innocent eyes, his borrowed lips trembling as he whispered back, "What do I have to do, Mr. Patterson?" knowing full well what the answer would be, and as Mr. Patterson's hand slid down from her shoulder to the small of her back, guiding her toward the desk, Henry felt a surge of triumph so intense it made Alice's head spin, because this was better than anything he could have planned, this was Alice being turned into the school slut, and he was going to enjoy every moment of it.

Mr. Patterson's hand stopped its descent, his fingers curling around the fabric of Alice's blouse as he pulled her close, his voice a low rumble in her ear, "You don't have to deal with that pathetic little thing that boy had" he nodded toward the door, "You need a real cock, and I'm going to give it to you,"Henry felt his breath catch in her borrowed throat, felt her body tremble with a mixture of fear and excitement as Mr. Patterson's hand guided her to her knees in front of him, and as she looked up at the algebra teacher's bulk, at the tent forming in his slacks, Henry knew that Alice would absolutely hate to learn what he was doing with her favourite teacher, who had seen her as his best student.

Mr. Patterson's thick hands gripped Henry's borrowed hips, lifting her effortlessly onto the desk, her legs spread wide before him as he fumbled with his zipper, and Henry watched with Alice's wide eyes as the algebra teacher pulled out his cock, thick and veined and already hard, and Henry felt Alice's mouth go dry at the sight, felt her body respond with a wet heat between her thighs that made her shudder, because this was happening, this was really happening, and as Mr. Patterson stepped between her spread legs, his hands gripping her thighs and pulling her forward to the edge of the desk, Henry let out a breathy moan that was entirely Alice's voice, entirely her borrowed throat, and he knew that somewhere inside Henry's old body, Alice was screaming.

"You're certainly gonna be top of the class after this," Mr Patterson smiled, before kissing Henry.