Office Hours

You smile, then rush to your car. The drive to your school is a blur as you just think about all of the things you can try now, though that excitement is somewhat tempered by a fear of being apprehended. Soon, you find yourself in your parking space and you rush to your office, barely making it in time for your morning office hours. You sigh figuring you'll have to wait until later to really do anything with the stone, and you also somewhat dread helping more freshman learn how to analyze easy fucking books.

You set everything up and do some light cleaning, then open up your office door. Outside, you see that one of your brighter pupils is waiting on chair that's facing you. "Hi, Amber," you say, "Did you have a question?"

"Yeah, can I come in?"

"Of course," you respond. You gesture to the open door and then head in yourself, sitting behind your small desk in the cramped space. The only real decoration is the bookshelf on the right wall, which the chair Amber rolls over is near. You find yourself thinking about her inappropriately as she settles in. These thoughts are usually banish able for you, but the stone is playing on your mind much as your fingers are playing with it in your pocket. Amber has a small frame, long, tangled red hair, a small chest, large ass and hips for her size, and a studious but cute appearance. She has thick glasses and green eyes that are surrounded by her freckles.

Finally she settles in and you shake yourself from your reverie. She says, "I had a quick question about White Teeth and whether you think the themes I'm writing about it seem grounded in the authors actual ideas." As she says this she reaches into her bag to grab a paper, and the sight of her reaching down in conjunction with her hair cascading down her face starts to make you turned on and think of the stone even more. You give in to temptation, thinking that if it could change a person's characteristics like it seemed to be capable of doing to their body you should be fine. The years you had spent fantasizing about control, magic, and especially changing someone drastically drive you forward as you grip the stone tightly in your pocket.

You take a shaky breath, then say, "Yes, I can do that. It's nice you desire and seek out alone time with me to discuss schoolwork."

Her eyes glaze a bit and she shakes her head as she says, "Yeah, I want alone time for that." Her eyes turn to the door, then she looks at you and says, "I know this is unconvential, but would you mind if I closed the door? I would really like to hear your thoughts about this in private, and I think others coming in or even hearing our discussion could distract me."

"That is unconvential, but I'll let it go today. Want me to lock it ot make sure we're alone?"

She nods, and you smile as you pass her to lock the door, knowing that she was the type of student and person who would normally feel much too uncomfortable for this. You return to your seat, and take her paper from her. Your dick throbs as you set it down. You don't really want to go slow, and you're starting to feel secure in the stone's power, so you say, "You won't try to resist me in any way, including informing others of anything I may do that you don't like and trying to leave or alert others when we're alone together."

Her brows furrow, and you see her tense, so you reiterate, "You won't resist me in any way." She continues to tense, but says slowly, "I won't resist you."

You see some fear enter her eyes, and before she can say anything you say, "I recently discovered that I can alter people with just words. I'm sorry I'm doing it to you, but this will be a test run."

Amber looks at you disbelievingly and says, "I don't think that's possible, but this is getting weird. Can we discuss my paper? If not I'd rather go than be alone with you."

You realize that due to your earlier wording she only wants to discuss schoolwork. It doesn't seem like that will matter since you don't think she can resist you, so you decide to say, "You're incredibly sexually attracted to me. "

She suddenly blushes and then looks afraid, and says, "I didn't, but now I seem to. I have a boyfriend though, so I'm not really interested."

You just say, "You want to cheat on him with me."

"No, I don't." She responds defiantly.

You startle, then repeat, "Yes, you want to cheat on him with me."

"Yes, I, I suppose so," she says quietly. "Please stop."

Your dick throbs, and you press on, saying, "Wow, you're such a slutty girl. You always want sex, and you never say no." Amber chokes back a sob, but you see her thighs start to rub together and her face flush. The idea hits you that you could change her body, so you continue and say, "Your tits are each as large as a basketball, and are incredibly pert. They are impossibly gravity defying."

She looks at you, confused for a moment, but suddenly yelps. You look down and see her shirt expanding rapidly. Her hands fly to her chest even as you hear her bra snap under the pressure of her growing mounds, and you look into her panicked face with a wry smile. Soon, you see her shirt starting to tear and see her tits pushing into it even as the bottom of her shirt rises towards her chest, revealing her stomach. She mutters, "How is this happening," and then yelps again as her shirt finally tears apart, exposing and shaking her boobs.

She tries to cover them, but you say, "Don't do that." Her hands fall to her side, and you wonder whether she stopped in order to not resist you or because she couldn't say no ot anything sexual. Her still expanding tits and tantalizing pink and erect nipples stop that thought however, and you focus on them swaying in the open. Finally, they stop growing, and you look on with appreciation.

"Please, change them back," Amber says, pleading. "I can't live like this."

"Yes, you can," you reply, "and you will." You feel dick harden, and stand up, moving towards Amber. She recoils for a moment at the sight of your approach and, it seems, your stiffening penis, but you also see what appears to be a flush of arousal. Your earlier statements have made her horny and left her wanting something with you even if she does hate you at the moment, so you press up behind her and wrap your arms around her tattered shirt, feeling her bare skin on your forearms. She leans her head back, and you meet her lips in a mutually hungry kiss, your lips interlocking with hers. She reaches up and grabs the back of your head, pulling you deeper even as your kisses intensify. You loosen your brace and let your hands begin ot slightly roam, grazing at her enlarged boobs and her hips. Finally, you break the kiss.

"Fuck you," Amber says, breathless. Her voice cracks with emotion as she says, "I hate you so much, but I want to keep going. Please."

You look at her, naked tits swaying, and think about what to do.