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“Y-You need to leave...Now.” Diane said, trying to inject authority into her tone but even if she had managed it, William wouldn’t have obeyed. It was difficult to watch a video of a woman being driven to orgasm by hundreds of anonymous perverts, to whore out herself for money, and then to see this woman as anything other than a slut.

Especially considering he was the one that had done it.

“You loved that didn’t you?” He leered, not even looking her in the face but talking directly to her rack. The way it always looked as if it was going to burst out the shirt sent an invigorating twitch through his dick. Diane opened her mouth to say something and then shut it, nodding like a scolded schoolgirl and not the dignified principal she had been.

“Now for the finisher!” He thought gleefully.

“What about it exactly? Is it the money? Was it the fact that you made more in a fifteen-minute video showing off your slutty body than you would in a year of working here?” He gestured around him with his free hand, the one not busy stroking his dick. Diane whispered something in assent even as her clothes started to shift and morph, becoming a much finer quality, bespoke cut to her figure and clearly of as cost much higher than the average run of the mill public servant

“Was it your slutty body? Did you love watching those big fat tits of yours jiggle and shake while you moaned and cummed and squirted all over yourself? Does the sight of yourself debasing yourself just make you gush that much? As much as knowing others are watching as well? Is that why you dress and act like a pornstar pretending to be a teacher?”

The luxurious clothes she was wearing shifted again, the stretchy blue skirt actually growing shorter as it joins with the blouse and jacket to from a tight sleeveless dress that barely covers her mouth wateringly firm ass and long athletic legs. The dress prepared itself for the changes by pulling tightly against the woman’s body perfectly hugging her firm torso as it started a fight, that it had no chance of winning, holding up her large breasts. The neckline spills down, creeping lower and lower before the ring seemingly makes up its mind and does away with should straps all together, the dress showing a massive canyon of cleavage as it starts just above the nipples and ends just below the ass.

She breathes in deeply, blinking deliriously as she’s bombarded with questions Her mind was being rewritten over and over, her body and clothes could hardly keep up. Sheer dark stockings materialized around her legs, accentuating their subtle definition, the tops of them inlaid with lacy decorations that William would bet synergize with a matching garter and panty set.

He is proven right a moment later when Diane frowns and looks down at her fat dark areolas as they crest the top of her dress bites her bottom lip then hurriedly hikes her dress up and slips a finger beneath the hem of some very skimpy panties, the dark material inlaid with dark blue butterflies. Diane thrusts her ass out instinctively as she pushes a finger, now complete with long styled nails, into her soaking pussy and starts to manipulate it with practiced ease. She seemingly starts to grow taller as her sensible pumps grow into towering stiletto heeled monstrosities. Already a tall woman, those heels ensured she’d always tower over any but the tallest around. Not only that but because of their height these heels were forcing an arch to her legs that thrusts her pert ass out.

A pair of glasses appeared on the tip of her nose; functionally useless they were the finishing touch on the made up repressed brainy girl look. She had mastered the knack of looking over them and quirking a slender eyebrow in the perfect come fuck me expression.

Diane’s brown eyes focus behind those glasses in the exact same way they had in the video, sharp clarity piercing through the haze of lust and filled with panicked realization at the fact she was fingering herself in front of someone, who up until this morning was hoping to expel for being a good for nothing reprobate whose sole defining qualities were his bullying nature and his constant lustful advances on the woman of the school.

With horror she realized that the last quality actually made her pussy gush even more as it clenched around her fingers! She started to pull her fingers out, desperation punching through the insistent throbbing between her legs.

She draws herself up in a motion that William Docherty recognizes well.

It is the bearing of a woman about to give one hell of a dressing down.

Despite himself, William panics. A pissed of Principal Santiago was always a thing to be worried about and she looked angrier than he had ever seen her.

He'd thought he had gone far enough, brought the bitch down low enough but obviously some of the old fire was still there. A knot of irrational fear grips him, and he immediately says the first thing to come to mind.