Martin turns all the women into bimbos.

"What are you talking about Natalie, all you sluts are complete bimbos!" Martin smirks as he sets off the change.

With the exception of Mrs. Dawson every woman in the class drop to their knees as a chorus of moans nearly deafen me, but as expect no one seems to notice the women despite their lewd display. Maritn almost catches me before I copy Louis's anxious undressing, being sure to check on the progress of the bimbofication in between shedding of clothes.

First off is Natalie as I take off my shirt she goes from a punkish looking girl to a topless bimbo with massive fake tits topped with pink barbells. Her once side shaved head now a curly mass of dyed blonde ending in candy pink tips. What little clothes she had been wearing before now consists only of a pair of ripped daisy dukes that hide nothing, especially her massive bubble butt, and high heeled tennis shoes.

"Like okay studs! Once you are ready, grab a condom with the like name and what hole you'll be filling!" Mrs. Dawson declares pulling out her usual bowl she uses for drawing names. She doesn't waste a moment in bending over the desk and waiving her massive ass in the air.

As I join the line of men somewhere in the middle, I cast one last glance back finding the once shy sweater wearing girl now eagerly already bent over and a pink fake nailed finger rubbing away at her clit as she waves her large ass in the air. The once mundane sweater now turned into a clingy keyhole sweater.

Martin not to be forgotten skips the line entirely and plucks one of the condoms before making a face and declaring "Mrs. Dawson I'll be you hung helper."

"Like okay!" Mrs. Dawson giggles as her hand vanishes underneath her, but I'm distracted by Martin giving a shudder as a very sizable bulge forms in his pants.

"Hope you guys are lucky, your first condom determines how big you are." Martin warns with a chuckle as he tosses the condom aside before giving Mrs. Dawson a firm slap on the ass and unzipping.

The first guy, the classroom suck up, to grab the condom doesn't seem to have much of a reaction other than disappointment and quickly takes his place behind what was once Matilda, now a very chesty pale bimbo in nothing more than a fishnet shirt, black bat spotted mini skirt that doesn't hide anything, and a pair of black thigh high heeled boots.

I approach the bowl, Mrs. Dawson's face right next to the bowl of condoms.

"I still have a hole that needs filling, hope you're the one." Mrs. Dawson moans as Martin teases her. I clench my fist as I plunge my hand into the bowl trying not pay Martin any more attention than normal, even as he delivers a hard slap to the teacher's ass that sends her eyes crossing and tongue lulling out.