I think this is gonna be a good day.

John was fiddling around with the assortment of sculpting tools set before him, spinning one between his fingers as his mind focused inward, pondering on his powers and how his day so far had been one surprise after another. Yet his musings were interrupted by yet another surprise, something warm, heavy, and soft like a marshmallow pressed on his shoulder, a warm breath carrying the scent of zesty citrus tickled the lobe of his ear before reaching his nose.

“Quite dextrous aren’t we,” Mrs. Summers commented with a warm smile on her lips, as if unaware of the noticeable heft of her bosom on his shoulder. “I wonder what other talents those hands are hiding~” Her drawl was barely audible to him by the end as she straightened her back, relieving his shoulder from the pleasant pressure. She turned to leave, but froze before a small gasp escaped her lips. ”Happy Birthday, John!” she exclaimed joyfully with a playful wink before returning to her desk.

He stared blanky. The tool, that had been spinning in his hand mere seconds ago, had rolled away, stopping precariously near the edge. After a few breaths, the fresh intake of oxygen allowed his brain to reboot; which made him keenly aware of the growing mass pressing against his thighs and his newly augmented size.

After muttering a thankful acknowledgement, he pulled his gaze away from his teacher to take a quick glance downward, thankful that his dick’s bulge was not that noticeable between the crease of the dark fabric, making his erection hard to notice depending on the angle while he sat.

Musing that Mrs. Summer had always been friendlier towards him than most, he used [Observe] on her, curious as to what opinion score the system would give her.

June Summer
Level 10 Renowned Artist with Godly Tits
(They got my seal of approval – Gaia)
Opinion +69 (Interest)

His neurons short-circuited when he read her score, his mind unable to come to terms with the fact that his bombshell of an art teacher had such a high score. Even with the concrete proof floating before him, he doubted, yet flashbacks of previous moments alone with her in class came to his mind, and with today on top, his doubts weren’t dispersed, but were slowly smothered.

“John, would you be so kind as to help with some supplies in the supply room?” Mrs. Summer interrupted his thought, beckoning him from the back of the classroom.

John shot her a quizzical look as everything seemed to be already sorted. Nonetheless, he briskly joined her in the storeroom at the back, with Mrs. Summer closing the door behind him as he entered, casting the room into darkness, except for a dull red photography lamp, which barely outlined her silhouette, the only thing he could perceive.

“Why di-” A soft pair of lips pressed against his cheek, causing him to **** on his words as he tried to lock gaze through the veil of shadows, hopeful to glean something from it.

“A birthday without a present would be sad, no?” she asked rhetorically, flipping the light switch on. After his eyes adjusted, he was greeted by a teasing smile and her index in a shushing gesture as she pushed him outside the room.

He shambled back to his seat, his face flushed and his crotch straining against the confine of his pants; this kiss, while somewhat chaste, had sent him into a state of haywire which lasted until a feminine voice caught his attention.

“Can I sit with ya?” a voice asked full of energy. Twin cerulean gems were staring at him between locks of polished copper. It took him a moment, but he recognized her. She shared some of his classes, and if he remembered right, she was quite the sporty type.

“S-sure,” John answered with a mixture of curiosity and surprise, girls getting close to him on their own was unusual for him. “Excuse me, but I don’t believe we shared this class... uh… Lily, right?” he added with a quizzical look.

The red-head had a brief chuckle at this. “Yeah, I got swayed into taking theatrics by a friend of mine, except that we discovered quick enough that I can’t act to save me life.” She paused to wipe a tear of laughter. “And the teacher kindly asked me if I wanted to swap art electives. I couldn’t have cared less for acting anyway so that wasn’t a tear jerker for either of us.” She peered for a short moment at Mrs. Summer before bringing her gaze back on him. ”She told me I could ask ya to coach me. Ya aren’t **** to, but she will give ya extra credits if ya do, or so she said,” she added shrugging.

“I don’t particularly mind?” he answered with some hesitation before throwing Mrs.Summers a quick glance which the voluptuous teacher answered with a playful wink and a nod before turning towards some of his classmates. At least the extra credit thing seemed to be real.

—

Halfway through class, John took note of her toned muscles as they chatted away, both of them having a good time as he tutored her earnestly on how to work with clay. A question escaped his lips, “Do you work-out a lot?”

“Ooh, you noticed, huh?” she exclaimed before proudly flexing her arms with a bright smile.

“Ah oh-euh, sorry, that must have been weird all of a sudden,” John stammered back, before glaring silently at his own work, his hand still on the damp clay.

Lily leaned on the table, tilting her head to look at his face. “Why would it be weird?” Her facial expression itself questioned his statement. “I’m proud of these babies,” she added, patting her biceps as she leaned back into her chair. Then she suddenly clapped her hands together, before bringing her face close to him, her face full of excitement. “Wanna go to the gym together, I could coach ya in return for ya tutoring me uncultured ass?”

“I would love to!” His previous energy came back like a flood. Things just seemed to click with the beautiful redhead and the prospect of being able to spend more time with her washed away his previous dread of being weird. ”If you don’t mind being seen hanging out with my lame ass,” he added in a more sober tone, while taking a small playful jab at her accent.

”It’s settled then, ya bettah get ready,” she warned him with a cocky smile, before focusing back on her work.