Math class

Math was taught by Mr. Roberts, an older gentleman who was rocking a tweed jacket and slacks. He eyed the boisterous class, paying particular attention to his "new" pupil.

"All right, all right. Settle down, everyone. Before we continue with calculus, I have an announcement to make. Some of you may have already noticed a change in our student body. I am of course referring to Zoe."

He gestured to the feminized student, who was sitting next to Allie. They'd been gossiping until Roberts called the room to attention, and there was still a nervous smile on Zoe's face. The teacher weaved his way through the desks and chairs until he was standing next to them.

"She's replacing Enzo, your former classmate. I want you all to welcome Zoe with open arms. The school has supplied her with a few collars to help her adjust to her new life--I take it you're all familiar with our standard color-coding system. If you're not, just remember: only Alphas don't have to ask."

With that said, he bent down and **** his mouth onto Zoe's. She jumped in her seat, but quickly relaxed into his warm embrace. Some of the other students gasped at their teacher's action. Roberts noticed the stunned silence, and came up for air.

"Some of you may have forgotten that I am every bit as much an Alpha as those in your year. I live just outside the OZ, and all of my kids are daughters. Let that be a warning to any of you young Alphas--Especially those of you who think impregnating as many women as possible is just a fun little game... I'm looking at you, Jeremy. Be careful, or you might end up like Zoe here."

For her part, Zoe was panting. She stared up at her teacher with **** longing... But she would have to wait. Roberts returned to his desk at the front of the class, and commenced his lesson.

In the meantime, a heavy-set Alpha by the name of Loto ordered the Local kid next to Zoe to swap desks with him. Loto was on an exchange program all the way from American Samoa, and he was a chill guy--A kind of gentle giant. He sat down next to the girls, and drew his seat closer.

"Hey, Zoe. I've got a present for you."

"Hey, Loto." Zoe raised an eyebrow as her classmate took out a plastic bottle filled with thick white fluid. "What's that? Looks like a smoothie, or a protein shake?"

"Heh... Yeah, something like that. It's a pre-mixed batch of... Well, that's a surprise. There was this sick promo on OZJames's YouTube channel."

Anyone who watched streams knew about OZJames, OZMom, and the sort of things they got up to. They were especially popular with Locals, providing them with a glimpse of the life they could never have.

"Wow... That stuff is expensive. Are you sure it's okay?"

"Totally! It's on me. I heard you never actually made a trip to the clinic. This new bod--It's all natural?"

Allie leaned in. "Those plastic surgeons never laid a knife on my BFF. This is all her own body, adapting to, like, fifty gallons of grade-A Alpha jizz."

Leonard, who had been eavesdropping from the corner of the classroom, snorted to himself in irritation.

"That's amazing," Loto said. "I'm just happy to help you along. Drink up... Trust me, you'll love it."

Zoe giggled, and her hand lingered on Loto's as she took the bottle from him. "Thank you so much!"

Loto relaxed back into his chair and smiled, watching as the viscous fluid traveled up the thick straw, then down past Zoe's glossy pink lips. As the lesson continued, he wondered if Mr. Roberts could show him a way to graph the rate of change to her body...