Further Confusion (MC)

The aftertaste of her release lingered on his tongue, a bittersweet reminder of the intense experience. He wanted more, craved the sensation that had consumed him so completely, but before he could even attempt to coax another response from her softening cock, she was gone. Steven, still horny even though he just came, wanted so much more....

She had pulled her leggings up with surprising speed, putting her skirt in its proper place and rushed out of the room without a backward glance. The door slammed shut behind her, leaving Steven alone in the empty classroom, his heart pounding and his mind reeling.

He sat there for a moment, catching his breath, trying to process what had just happened. It was surreal, like a dream he couldn't quite shake off.

The bell rang, jolting him back to reality. He was late for class. He scrambled to his feet, his new body feeling unfamiliar and strange.

As he rushed out of the classroom, he realized with dawning horror that he had no idea where to go or what to do next. This wasn't just a change in appearance; it was a complete upheaval of his life. He was lost, confused, and utterly alone in this new, strange world.

As he took a deep breath, it came to him, go to the principals office and ask for his transcript so he knew what classes he had in order and what room they were in.

Reaching the office he saw the secretary standing at the front, he asked for his transcript. He thought he was clever. Getting his class schedule would help him overcome his problem of this new reality.

But Steven's breath caught in his throat as he stared at the photo plastered across the freshly printed transcript. It was him, yet not him - a breathtaking woman with a face that could sink a thousand ships. He couldn't believe how gorgeous he looked, a newfound confidence swelling within him even as his body trembled with anticipation.

"Ugh, you are such a bimbo," the secretary scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain. But there was a flicker of something else in her eyes – perhaps amusement, perhaps something more primal.

She grabbed his hand and led him towards the copy room. Steven felt a strange pull toward her. His newly awakened desires were amplified by her commanding presence and the blatant sexuality radiating from her. He followed her without hesitation, his submissive nature taking over completely.

The click of the lock sent a shiver down his spine. The secretary, tall and statuesque with raven hair cascading down her back, turned to face him. She was beautiful in a mature way, her features softened by time but still striking. She began to undress with practiced ease, revealing curves that were both alluring and intimidating.

And then he saw it. Her cock.

It was large, easily seven inches long, throbbing against her body with an undeniable hunger. Steven's heart pounded in his chest as his own body responded instinctively. The secretary’s gaze met his, a mixture of challenge and invitation burning within her eyes. He knew what was coming, and he couldn't wait.

He didn't hesitate, dropping to his knees as her dress pooled around them. Her scent filled his senses, a heady mix of power and something wild and untamed. He took her cock in his mouth, stretching himself over it greedily. It was bigger than anything he’d ever imagined, filling him completely, making him ache for more.

He sucked deep, relishing the taste and texture, feeling it pulse against his tongue. Each swallow sent shivers down his spine, a mix of pleasure and fear that only intensified his desire. He choked slightly, gasping for air, but couldn't bring himself to pull away. The hunger inside him was insatiable.

She groaned, her hand finding his hair, tugging gently as she rode out the wave of pleasure building within her. It was quick, explosive, and left a slick residue on his tongue that tasted like victory.

“What a good little slut,” she purred, her voice deep and husky with satisfaction. "You always want more cum don't you? Probably the only reason you don't fail." She laughed, a chilling sound that sent a shiver down Steven's spine. What did she mean?

With surprising speed and grace, she pulled on her dress, leaving him kneeling there, spent but still trembling with anticipation. He watched her leave, his gaze lingering on her retreating form swaying victoriously her her conquest. The secretary was gone, replaced by something more dangerous, more powerful - an enigmatic **** that had just tasted his powerlessness.

He knew he had stumbled into something dark and intoxicating, a world where the lines between student and teacher, pleasure and pain, were blurred beyond recognition. And he wasn't sure if he wanted to escape it. He was still, once again, left horny, more so than when all this started.

"Get to class, now" the secretary demanded. Steven grabbed his transcript off the table and began to read from it. "Room 207b, English" was his first class.

Steven nodded, shame creeping into his cheeks as he collected his transcript. "Thank you," he mumbled, feeling small and foolish under her scrutiny and raised eyebrow.

As he turned to leave with confused hesitation, the secretary sighed dramatically, running a hand through her hair. "Oh my god, you really are a dumb bimbo," she said, her voice dripping with exasperation. "It's down the hall, turn left, follow that through the corridor, and then turn right. Look for the room."

He could tell she'd given these directions to him countless times before. It was as if she'd encountered this particular brand of cluelessness so often that it had become a routine annoyance. Which only confused Steven further.

He swallowed his pride and memorized the instructions, feeling a pang of loneliness amidst the secretary's disdain. He wasn't just new to being female; he was new to this world entirely.

With a final glance at her imposing figure, he set off down the hallway, eager to escape the scrutiny that seemed to follow him like a shadow. The weight of his transcript felt heavy in his hand, a tangible reminder of the immense changes he'd undergone and the unknown journey ahead.

Room 207b loomed before him, its door slightly ajar. He hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath before stepping inside. The classroom was filled with chattering students, all oblivious to the turmoil that raged within him. They were his classmates, he realized – ordinary people going about their day. But for Steven, everything felt different. The world had tilted on its axis, and he wasn't sure if he could ever find his footing again.