Mary gets Angry

Mary finally found Rasha a day later in Mrs. Greenwood's room after school. This came after over a day of silence. Her cock throbbed with the painful urge to fuck a beautiful woman.

Rasha held the teacher from behind. Mrs. Greenwood was naked, and the demon was busying herself with inscribing arcane tattoos into the woman's crotch area with her claws. Mrs. Greenwood moaned and sobbed. Whether her cries were from pain or pleasure, Mary could not tell.

The teacher had changed more in the last few days. She was as beautiful as ever, her breasts as big and jiggly as Rasha's, maybe even bigger. Her skin was pale and marbled with dark veins. Her chestnut brown hair had darkened to a glistening black that suited her wonderfully. The most startling change, however, were the two nubs that had formed on the woman's forehead. Mary tried to fight back her lust for the teacher and focus instead on Rasha's abandonment.

"Hey! What the hell? You find this little sex toy and you forget all about me?"

"Your voice sounds lovely, Mary! So deep and powerful," Rasha didn't even bother to look at her. "Your tone, however, leaves something to be desired. Try again."

That really pissed Mary off, and she was finding that with her new hormone profile, she could get _really, REALLY _pissed off. Mary grabbed a nearby desk chair, marveling how light it now felt in her hands. Then she chucked it across the room, causing a terrible clatter.

"Shut up! You abandoned me for days! I gave everything to you. I let you turn me into this...this monster! And for what? For you to ignore me?!"

Rasha moved in the blink of an eye. Suddenly the demon had Mary in an iron grip from behind. Despite Mary now being taller and bulkier than the demon, she was still far weaker.

"Do not ever speak to me like that again! Do you understand, ****?"

Mary yelped as the demon twisted her arm.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Stop hurting me!"

The demon loosened her grip and kissed Mary on the cheek. Mary swooned in her mistress's embrace. This was what she had been craving.

"I suppose it's to be expected. I gave you, a mousy little girl, these monstrous man-plums. Now you're growing into them, and that process can be explosive. I should cut you some slack.”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Mary continued to babble.

Rasha gently cupped Mary’s testicles, lifting them slightly, “they’re swollen! Haven’t you been relieving yourself?”

“I can’t stop relieving myself! Yesterday I did it twelve times!”

“Your body craves the real over the fake. You really are becoming the perfect breeding stud!”

Rasha firmly grasped Mary’s throbbing manhood and rubbed from base to tip. Mary nearly collapsed from the flood of sensation. It felt so different when her mistress touched her — so much better. Precum immediately began to dribble from Mary’s baseball sized glans.

“Why didn’t you come for me before?” Mary sobbed.

“I couldn’t, dear!”

“What?! How is that possible? You’re…you!”

Rasha instructed Mrs. Greenwood to search through the front pocket of Mary’s courier bag, looking for something shiny. The corrupted teacher pulled out a small necklace that shimmered in the afternoon light.

“Someone planted this charm on your person. It has the power to disrupt my connection to you.”

“Becca!” Mary suddenly remembered the way the girl had been messing with her bag. Fresh rage filled her heart. “Why the fuck would she do this? That bitch! She’s played a lot of pranks, but this is too fucking far!”

“Calm down, big boy!” Rasha quickened the pace of her strokes, causing lust to outpace rage inside Mary. “Perhaps you are misinterpreting this situation.”

“But why would she try to disrupt my connection with you? How would she even know about us?”

“To answer your first question, she did it out of misguided worry for you. After all, you have changed so much, so quickly! This uniform hardly even fits you anymore. Jennifer, come over here and help Mary out of these cumbersome garments.”

The teacher sauntered over and kissed Mary gently on the cheek before unbuttoning the straining blazer and button down, revealing Mary’s naked chest to the world. Soon enough, Mary was naked from the waist up, feeling the cool air on her breasts and belly. Mrs. Greenwood immediately began to lick and fondle her, nearly driving the young shemale insane.

“Oh my gosh, Mary! You’ve grown so big!” Mrs. Greenwood giggle.

Mary blushed hard. The more her body changed, the less secure she felt in it. She felt like she was walking around in alien flesh suit sometimes. It was so different. So much…bigger.

With her free hand, Rasha cupped Mary’s growing breasts. The bulging mounds were now too big for any bra Mary owner. They were firm and plump and extremely perky, hefted up by a pair of pec muscles that were rapidly growing underneath. Meanwhile, Mrs. greenwood ran her fingers down Mary’s washboard abs.

“And to think, your growth is far from finished! This is only the beginning, my stud,” Rasha giggled.

“I’m going to get bigger?! But I’m already huge. I’m as tall as my Dad, and at this point maybe a little stronger.”

Granted, Mary’s father was not the high watermark of male size. He was five ten and fairly skinny. Still, it was weird for her to be bigger than him now.

“These are the balls of a true god-like champion. You should be prepared to grow much larger, sweet Mary.”

“Oh God!” Mary moaned, half from terror and half because all of Rasha and Mrs. Greenwood’s kisses and strokes were bringing her to the brink.

“Jennifer, I think the poor boy-girl is having trouble focusing. Why don’t you help her regain her focus. Use your mouth, darling. I don’t want a mess. This is one of the few rooms I can still move freely in.”

That was a strange thing to hear. Even through the fog of lust, Mary still recognized notes of anger and desperation in her mistress’s voice.

Mrs. Greenwood then swallowed the entire top half of Mary’s cock and everything went blank for nearly a minute.

“Such a powerful orgasm, Mary! I could feel these new muscles tensing. And your voice! So lovely and deep and dark! You truly are one of my greatest creations.”

Meanwhile, Mrs. Greenwood gulped and then began to rub the remaining sperm on her face into her skin as if it were a cosmetic cream.

Now that Mary was momentarily emptied, her mind wandered back to Becca and the charm.

“So Becca did this…because she cares about me?” A warm spot opened in Mary’s heart. “She wanted to help me?”

“She has the misguided idea that she can stop me, and by proxy save you. She’s a foolish little girl, but very beautiful. I eagerly await corrupting her. I have very special plans for that little bimbo, and her little friend.”

“Plans? Wait, no! I want her. She’s going to be my…girlfriend,” the word sent an awkward shiver down Mary’s spine. It carried with it a raw intimacy she craved. “I want her to be mine.”

“Unfortunately, the little trollop is too precious to let you possess her completely. A virginal beauty like that with a pure heart cannot be passed up.”

“What?! Becca isn’t a virgin!”

“Oh, but she is! I have tasted her — even if her little friend repelled me.”

“She’s a virgin…please, mistress, let me take her virginity! Let me be the first to fuck her. I think…I think I love her.”

“What potent feelings you have! Don’t worry my dear. You will be the engine of her downfall. My plans for her will not keep her from your mighty cock.”

“Okay,” Mary was still uncertain.

A growing pang of guilt was forming in Mary’s heart. Becca cared about her, wanted her to be safe. She really was Mary’s best friend. Could Mary really turn around and betray her just to get her rocks off?

“Pray tell, Mary. Do you know what your little friend and her sidekick have been up to?”

Who was this sidekick? Mary suddenly switched to deep jealousy. It was so much harder to control her emotions now.

“Who is this sidekick?”

“A little witch who fancies himself the hero of this story. He and Becca have been moving room to room in the school laying down purification spells and charms. They aim to squeeze me out and then banish me outright.”

“You have to stop them! I’ll help you!”

“Of course you will,” Radha said, taking the shimmering pendant from Mrs. Greenwood and crushing it in her grasp. “I have a trap set. I’ve been watching that pair closely and have seen into the boy’s heart. He has a flaw I intend to exploit. First he will fall, then she will.”

Mary didn’t like the idea of sharing space with another male, especially one so chummy with Becca. She said nothing, however. Mistress Rasha had already displayed her superior power. Besides, anything that brought Becca closer to her grasp would be worth it.

“Be prepared, my soldier,” Rasha gently cupped Mary’s balls again. “Tomorrow we crush our enemies.”

“Yes, my mistress.”