At School, Monday Morning

"Good morning, girls."

"Good morning, Mr. Daily."

Rob entered his classroom on Monday, followed by Kamala, and was greeted by twenty-seven young women sitting attentively before him, hands neatly folded on their desks, happily smiling and looking at him with a sense of eager worship in their eyes. Furthermore, the students had taken it upon themselves to modify their uniforms like Kamala had - shortening the skirt, popping the buttons of their shirts (for the busty girls), or cutting them off to reveal their midriffs (for the less busty). Heck, Rob even saw a few had added garter belts to their stockings, replaced them entirely with fishnets, and/or replaced their flats with high-heeled pumps.

To say that his plan with the video had gone off better than he ever imagined would be a gross understatement.

Rob took a seat at his desk, Kamala happily sitting atop his lap. "I take it you all did as you were told and watched my video this weekend?" He asked, rhetorically, a self-satisfied smile on his face.

"Oh, yes, sir, it was wonderful." Haru Okumura sighed, a happy and wistful look plastered over her graceful features.

"It was totally life-changing!" Gwen (Tennyson) cheered, almost hopping from her seat.

"Well, I'm glad you all enjoyed it," Rob said, holding a remote. He pressed a button to dim the classroom lights and another to turn on the flatscreen mounted to the wall. "Because, before we start, you'll be watching it again."

Already so deeply within his power, it took no time at all for the entire class to become entranced, brains turned to mush by the noise and images of Rob's special video, primal urges brought to the surface. Even before the tenth cycle, all of Rob's students were slouched in their chairs, drooling and panting like dogs, groping themselves, and masturbating without any sense of shame.

And now that they were on the brink of becoming his own harem of schoolgirls, Rob took the reprieve the video provided to play with Kamala, also without any sense of shame. The lusty Pakistani had no issue with this, grinding her bubble butt against Rob while he mashed her breasts in his hands, rubbed her pussy, and made out with her in front of the class. When the effects of the video receded and the girls regained their sense of self, they looked on Rob and Kamala not with disgust, but with admiration, desire, and jealousy, their eyes clouded with lust as they fantasized themselves in her position.

Rob kissed Kamala on the cheek and gave the girls a daring look. "Remember, Kamala is in this position because she's my teacher's pet. If you want to be like her, you just have to be the very best student you can be." Rob issued the challenge, and the girls all understood what they needed to do.

"Now, I'll have Kamala go around and collect everyone's homework. I'll have them graded for tomorrow's class, so after they are collected, we'll jump right into today's lesson. I believe you'll all have a good grasp on basic anatomy, so now we'll need to apply what we've learned in previous lessons in order to develop the skill to draw dynamic and sexy poses. Remember, good posing can turn an okay picture into a great one! Now, Kamala will be taking pictures and videos so you can reference them, and with her occupied, I'll need some volunteers to demonstrate..."

At the mention of "volunteer" twenty-seven arms shot into the air, each girl **** to be chosen. Rob only chuckled at their response, internally marveling at their attitude changes. "Now, now girls, be patient. I promise, with the next two days, everyone will get their turn as my little poseable sex doll..."

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Grasping a handful of Anne's thick, bushy hair, Rob forcefully entered the girl, earning a warbling yelp that mixed surprise, pain, and pleasure. "Now, girls, note how Miss Boonchuy's back arches when I take her from behind, and how she almost instinctively rose up onto her tippy-toes." True to his word, Kamala was hovering around Rob and Anne, dual wielding smartphones, snapping still photos with one and capture video with the other.

Rob blew a kiss to his assistant, before bucking his hips again, yanking back on Anne's hair some more as she cried out, this time a burbling bit of joy buzzing on her lips. "Watch that slight curve down her spine and up her neck where I'm holding onto her hair. And notice that, without anything to brace them or without me holding them, her arms don't just fall limp. She curls them into her body. A primal, defensive instinct in reaction to the predicament she's in..."

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Gwen (Stacy) squirmed beneath Rob's grasp, balancing on the ball of her right foot, her entire left leg hoisted into the air as to be completely vertical, her uniform stripped, leaving her exposed and naked before the entire class. Rob held her tightly as he made out with her, his cock rubbing against her **** pussy, while his hand rubbed her smooth, toned tummy.

She was in bliss.

"I want you to pay close attention to the tendons and muscles below Miss Stacy's hips," Rob started after breaking the kiss, strands of saliva briefly connecting him and Gwen together as they separated. His meaty fingers prodded at various pieces of her anatomy, thighs, calves, knees, hips, ankles, to prove his point. "How tight and strained they are, and how they grow tighter they longer she poses. Mind you, Miss Stacy is a very accomplished gymnast and ballerina, as my understanding goes, so her flexibility is of excellent quality."

Gwen blushed. It felt nice when Mr. Daily complimented her body. Felt even better when he played with it, as demonstrated, when an index finger wormed it's way into her pussy. Gwen went ramrod stiff, pleasure flowing up and down her spine, as she did her best to maintain her balance, pussy gushing in a lewd display before all her friends and peers.

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Wednesday Addams found herself on her back, atop her teacher's desk, facing her classmates in a way that they appeared upside down, her pigtails pointed towards the ground. She was entirely topless, showing off her smooth, pale porcelain flesh and, more importantly, baring her massive DD-breasts to the class as well.

Normally, the sullen and ill-tempered goth would find this situation slightly vexing and would immediately begin fomenting vengeance upon those that had wronged her. But, because this was all at the request of her teacher, Wednesday begrudgingly agreed and swore to herself no vengeance would wrought today or any other.

Wednesday kept her black-painted lips shut tight, less she betray herself, while Rob ploughed into her with intermediate thrusts, each one causing her tits to wiggle and bounce. "Remember, breasts aren't just some static object. They are affected by gravity. They are adipose fat tissue. They move and bounce and have give and should do all these things." Rob demonstrated by grabbing hold of them, squeezing them, deforming them, and slapping them together.

Wednesday clenched below her waist, pussy clamping down lovingly on Rob. She managed to orgasm as quietly as possible, hoping as to not reveal her emotions. Rob just winked and smiled from above her.

Yes, Wednesday had chosen to spare everyone out of the goodness of her heart, what little of that she had. Yes, indeed. That was the explanation. Not that she thought Rob Daily was the most wonderful man to walk the earth, a modern day god who deserved tribute and worship. A man for whom Wednesday would defile temples, sacrifice virgins, and enact rituals so dark and bloody it would make the Aztecs wince.

Certainly not any of that.

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"Just keep breathing through your nose, darling, you're doing great."

Violet Parr took a steady, calming breath through her nose, encouraged and helped along by her teacher, whose beatific smile rained down upon her.

Down upon her while she was on her knees, with his cock in her mouth and halfway down her throat.

She had turned half of her head invisible so that her classmates could get a proper X-ray view of woman swallowing dick. But the slight, slender girl found it so thick and meaty that it was difficult to breath. Thank goodness she had such a wonderful teacher who was willing to coach her through her inexperience and discomfort. Violet pressed her lips against the base of Rob's girthy cock and hummed, even despite all the difficulties she was experiencing. She was such a lucky girl.

Eventually, after Kamala got her footage, Rob withdrew, leaving Violet to sputter and cough on the floor. Her jaws ached with the effort and strain, but it was a good ache. The fleeting pain that came from everlasting reward and effort.

"Now, I don't mean to spoil Miss Parr, here," Rob said, while Violet collected herself, "But seeing her abilities, she will be performing a second pose today." Even Violet was surprised by this, looking up expectantly at Rob. "We'll be seeing the inside of her womb, get another X-ray shot of my cock inside her. When you're ready, Miss Parr."

Violet blushed and smiled, turning away shyly, feeling her heart go pitter-patter. She was so lucky to have a teacher like him.

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Rob spent both the Monday and the Tuesday using his students as props in order to enact every lewd and naughty pose he could think of. From resting his cock over the head of Starfire, to forcing Raven and Gwen (Tennyson) to twerk their fat asses before the class, to even having Tsu give him another frog tongue job. And the best part was how eager and ready the girls were to obey his instructions. He was pretty sure he could pull the trigger and tell them they were his and they would go along with it, no problem, but he had already played the game for one week, so one or two more wouldn't hurt him.

Besides, he was really enjoying being a teacher by this point. It was true what they say, being an educator and instructing the next generation, that was it's own reward.