Madison

You scribble out a quick note asking Madison if she'd like a tongue bath like those other girls are getting. Now you just have to get the note to her.

The gorgeous object of you desire is two seats up and to the right, so you tap the shoulder of Sarah, who is sitting in front of you. She turns around and looks at you with an amused grin, as if she's surprised you'd have the nerve to talk to her. Sarah isn't bad looking. She's a tiny bit on the chubby side, but she has nice chestnut hair and pretty good breasts. Actually, they're extremely good now that she's had the breast increase from your wish. She seems different in some other way now. Less nervous than the Sarah you know.

You hold out the note and point to Madison. Sarah glances at the other girl, then smiles at your note dismissively. Leaning in, she says, "Say please."

You almost laugh, but instead give her your most charming smile. "Please?"

Sarah glances forward to make sure that Mrs. Brubaker is still focused on writing dates on the chalkboard. Satisfied that she has a moment of privacy, Sarah leans over your desk, slides her hand into your pants, and softly pats your hardening cock.

"Good boy," she whispers as she takes the note.

You watch the note make its way through the class to Madison. As she reads it, Mrs. Brubaker's lecture draws your attention. As she talks about the great English scientists of the seventeenth century (all female, of course), she mixes in quite a bit of the science. She's never done that before, but she's acting like fairly advanced stuff is something everyone already knows. Well, not everyone, more guys are doodling in their notebooks than listening, while the girls look like they got bored with this stuff in second grade.

A snort from Madison snaps you to attention. Mrs. Brubaker drones on without noticing. Madison looks back at you and holds back another laugh, then writes something on the back of the note. She hands it back towards you. You wait as the students pass it along, but Sarah doesn't hand it back. Instead she reads it, then turns to you with a devious smile.

"You're pretty forward for a guy. But Madison says she's not quite sure if she likes that, so I should test you out." Sarah grabs your arm. With a casual strength, she pulls you out of your chair. She doesn't hurt you, but as she pulls you around in front of her you can tell that you couldn't pull out of her strong grip if you wanted to.

"Miss Matheson!" says the teacher, finally noticing something in her class. "What is all the commotion?!"

"Sorry Mrs Brubaker," says Sarah. "I'll keep it down."

"You'd better." The teacher returns to he chalkboard without even mentioning the fact that Sarah just dragged you out of your seat.

Without getting up, Sarah yanks on your arm and you slide down to the ground. She pulls you between her knees gently, yet irresistibly, lifting up her skirt to give you access. Your face is inches from her wet, panty-less pussy. The scent coming from the trimmed, chestnut hair around it smells terrific.

You look up, looking between Sarah's large breasts. She smiles at you, looking significantly hotter than before you changed the world's women. She strokes your hair and says, "Do a good job and I'll tell Madison that you're worth talking to."