Give John a visit

With the school day officially over for you and nothing left to do at work, you decide in your quest to get laid that you're going to finish seducing yourself. Getting railed by your own big cock would certainly take your mind off that blond tramp Emilia. You wonder what your body was up today besides getting shameful boners from the pictures you were sending him. Perhaps after that shower pic, he asked to be excused to the bathroom and in the comfort of the stall began to jerk off to you.

Oh he must have. You know yourself well enough to when you find that perfect porno you just have to relieve that BIG aching cock of yours. Your hand slowly descended down your tight abs as you thought about how much cum must've been building in those big HEAVY balls of yours. So much cum that would be wasted on a picture, John’s hands vigorously pumping that fat cock wishing he could be with you. You had to make his dream come true!

You catch yourself before your hand slips fully into your pants, slightly chastising yourself for masturbating at every opportunity. Snapping out of that lewd daydream, you start to gather your things. It’s a weird feeling, packing up at this time of day. Usually you were daydreaming in your last class waiting for the bell to ring.

You realize while packing your things away that it would be pointless to go looking for John around school as he’d most likely try avoiding you and it was a big place, he’d could be anywhere once class let out. Knowing yourself however, you usually walk home everyday which was the perfect time to catch yourself unaware.

All I have to do is get there before myself. Mom shouldn’t be home from her trip just yet and Becca should be watching the house. I’ll just pretend like I’m there to check up on Becca and be surprised when I come home. You zipped up your bag and placed it over your shoulder. Although how the hell am I supposed to seduce myself if my sister is around? She wouldn’t be okay with me taking John away from the house for god knows what. I’ll have to improvise I guess. You take a deep breath to calm your nerves before heading out, ready to execute your plan.

Leaving the classroom, you head back down the stairs, smiling as you feel the plug in your butt move and shift with every step. You would have thought having it in this long would make you numb to its effects but even still it was proving you with a nice pleasure filled buzz.

Walking quickly through the mostly empty school hallways to Charlotte’s car, you take the time to reflect on how you’ve been acting in this body, letting your sex drive run as wild as possible; something that you’d never consider doing as John. You were acting like an addict. You’re honestly surprised you haven’t jumped into a new body by now. There were so many other choices out there but you felt you’d just barely reached the potential of what you could do with Charlotte.

You’re thoughts pass the time walking to Charlotte’s car. You throw your bag in and get on the road. You drive a little faster than usual, even going a little above the speed limit at times. You had to make sure you got home faster than John did, which honestly was a little silly being that he was walking home but you weren’t thinking with your brain at the moment.

You pulled into the familiar Doe driveway in record time. It actually felt a little comforting to be home again. You’d think being in Charlotte’s body would make her own house feel homely but it felt more like staying over at a friends house, a very temporary affair. That did lead you to wonder about how long you could feasibly stay in Charlotte’s body. “Could I live in this body until Charlotte.. died? It was a morbid thought but you continued thinking about it more. Well if there’s no time limit than there isn’t anything stopping me from living out the rest of my life like this. On that note, what would happen if John were to die? Could you then become immortal by body hopping infinitely? It was a worrying thought

Despite the existential dread of the app’s implications bouncing around in your mind, you began to spring your plan into action. You turn the car off and pull the mirror down from up top to make sure your hair is in perfect condition, you don’t want one detail out of place. The last thing you need is Becca thinking that you weren’t who you said you were.

With your hair fixed, you blow a kiss at yourself before exiting from the car and going to knock on the front door.

The door opens almost immediately and you smile as your sister greets you, she seems surprised to see Charlotte.

“Ms. Dawson? What are you doing here?” Becca asked. Your sister had just a fair bit of makeup applied, some mascara and lipstick and was dressed in just a shirt and jeans. You had to admit she looked really pretty like that.

“Can’t a teacher come in to check on one of her favorite students?” You threw out your arms and Becca reciprocated by giving you a hug, her boobs pressing up against Charlotte’s massive jugs. You almost don’t want to let go but you break away so as to not seem weird.

“Can I come in for a bit? I’d rather not stay out here in the cold.”

“Sure, why not? Follow me.” Becca then turned and you followed her inside. “You don’t have to worry about taking your shoes off, I’m sure you won’t be long. Becca remarked as the two of you entered the kitchen. Oh, I wouldn’t say that… You thought as Becca leaned up against the fridge while you just made yourself comfortable leaning on the counter between you two. You did a quick dig through Charlotte’s memories to find that Becca and Ms. Dawson talked with each other casually while she was at highschool so you decided to give a very chill response to whatever question she was going to ask you.

“So how are things at school?” Becca asked.

“Oh you know, same old same old. Boys can’t stop staring.” You said sarcastically. “Ah yeah, the Dawson experience.” Becca laughed. “I don’t envy you in the slightest.”

“Oh come on, I remember you getting a few looks when you were in school. Don’t sell yourself short.” You take a moment to really look at your sister, you always thought she was attractive but she was your sister a few days ago, now if felt like it was fair game to examine how curvy her hips were...

“Oh you're too kind. I’m only made up right now because I’m going to the movies with some girlfriends.”

Girlfriends? Ooh I wonder if Choa is going.. Your mind wandered to the thought of the korean beauty living a few doors down who would always wave to John when she saw him. Oh what you wouldn’t give to spend a day with her.. “Oh really? I didn’t mean to hold you up, if you were about to leave.”

“No it’s fine, I have a few minutes. Just waiting for John to get home so he can watch the house while I’m out.”

“Oh John’s coming home? How is he by the way?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“He’s one of my favorite students after all. He and I have a lot in common actually.” Becca seem to raise an eyebrow at that comment. “Really? I didn’t know that. Like what?”

“Oh well from talking to him in gym class, we seem to like a lot of the same movies and what not. It’s not really important. I was actually a little concerned because it seemed like something was bothering him today.”

“I wouldn’t know anything about that. We don’t talk a lot actually. We kinda grew apart y’know? Got into different things.” You thought you detected a bit of melancholy in Becca’s tone and you did kind of feel bad that you two weren’t as close as you used to be. “Maybe you should talk to him some time, play a game like you guys used to when you were little.”

“How did you-.” Becca's questioning look turned to relief as she heard the door to the house open.

“Becca, I’m home!” You heard John yell from down the hall. You sighed in relief as Becca’s attention was taken from your little slip up. Damn it, didn’t mean to say that. Almost blew it.

“We’re in the kitchen! Took you long enough!” Becca yelled back.

“Sorry, you know I don’t like taking the bus. Also what do you mean by We? Who’s we? Did Mom get home from her trip already?” John came running into the Kitchen, immediately making eye contact with you. He stopped in his tracks, blinked a few times and his lip began to quiver. Something you always did when you were nervous.

“No, it’s Ms. Dawson. She was just stopping by to say hello. We were actually just talking about you.” John cleared his throat and replied, “Really? Uh, what about exactly.” Becca smiled and made a zipper closing motion over her mouth. “Girls only, sorry. Isn’t that right Ms. Dawson?”

“Oh yes, very confidential girl stuff. Speaking of Girls, Becca. You don’t want to be late to your girl’s night out..” Becca pulled her phone out of her pocket in response and checked the time, “You’re right, but I’m gotta finish getting ready first.. I assume you’ll see Ms. Dawson out?” Becca asked John, to which he nodded to confirm. “Perfect. I’m heading upstairs then.” Becca walked past you and out of the kitchen not noticing that your eyes were fixated on John the entire time. John went to go wash his hands as Becca left the kitchen. You waited with anticipation for Becca to make it upstairs and then you made your move.“You’re being awful rude, John. Is that any way to greet your teacher?”

“Hello…” He said under his breath. “Tsk, Tsk. I’m gonna have to teach you a few manners, young man.” You moved from the counter to the sink and slipped your arm around him, pressing your boobs into his back as you put your head on his shoulder. You could feel how warm he was, how his heart rate quickened the moment you touched him.

“Aren’t you happy to see me?” You breathed hard in his ear, hearing him squirm under your grip. John swallowed hard before replying, “Of course, you’re a good teacher.”

“Did you like that picture of me in the shower? I took it just for you.”

“You need to stop… this isn’t right!”

“Let’s see what the big guy thinks. Do you think what I’m doing is the right thing?” You slipped your hand down to his crotch and rubbed him through his pants. He was already half hard and your touch spurred him to keep growing. “Mmm, he seems to like it. Just admit that you like it.”

“I… do… but…”

“Your mom isn’t going to be home for a few days and Becca probably won’t be back for a while. We have this whole house to ourselves and you can do whatever you want to me. Anything.”

“A-anything?”

“When you're done with me, I want you to make me look like that first pic I sent.” You giggle in his ear. “It’ll be our little secret.