That's not good.

"Nothing? Still just nothing at all?" John had to practically **** the words off his dry tongue on the following morning. His mother didn't say anything, even when John turned to direct his question at her. She just... tightened the ruined remnants of her robe over her bust and diverted her gaze as far down as she could. She avoided looking at him from where she and Urga both sat on the other side of the tent and slowly began thumbing the hem of her top with one hand.

Actually, nobody tried to answer him. Despite the large number of Orcs he could hear standing outside their tent listening in, not a single person spoke. Urga didn't even move for the longest amount of time. She just sat in place and leaned against the soft, warm body of his mother. Her blank, white eyes stared unflinchingly across the width of their little hovel at the exact same spot she had turned to hours before that. Actually, the best reply John got came from Urga when she moved a couple minutes after he spoke, but it was only to nervously bite down on her upper lip. Nobody exchanged words or signs in any way... they just continued to sit there.

"Right..." John mumbled, and with a small sigh, he pushed Gamer's Mind into erasing the horrible pit in his stomach. His nerves calmed, and like the previous night when he had used it to help him fall asleep, everything else that he had to do came in to focus. "Well... if I hurry, I can still make it to school in time; we just have to head back no-"

"Actually..." his mother interrupted him, and all of the nearby Orcs who had been grumbling at them throughout the night suddenly stopped talking. "...I think I want to stay here for the day; you can head back. I... I'm gonna stay here and try to help Urga move around."

"Oh..." John said, and his mother's eyes finally darted up to look at him for a second... before she immediately looked away again.

"I should be fine... Especially since one Orc around here seems to be able to speak English..." John slowly turned to look over at Urga. She didn't even flinch, she just continued staring at the far side of the tent and sitting there while John tried to process that new bit of information. Apparently, his mother was able to understand Urga... more than that, they actually spoke to each other. Based on how easy it was for her to make her decision to stay for the time being, John guessed that they spoke willingly to each other too. They didn't share any of the same moments of awkwardness or resentment that John had been met with since he first enslaved Urga... They both just trusted each other, enough to learn that John wasn't the only one who could talk in a whole new language.

"Alright..." he paused, and the moment of silence that appeared after John spoke held for some time. Nobody else wanted to speak, to be the one who would break that tension... but it had to be broken. Unfortunately, he was the one to do it."...I'll be back later tonight. I'm not sure when that will be for you since time works a little differently here, so..."

Again, no one else spoke. All conversation just seemed to die there. John was left frowning as he looked back and forth between the two of them, waiting for someone else to say something about the situation, but it never came. He just had to leave with the horrible feeling in his gut twisting ever deeper over what happened.

He couldn't have known that was going to happen... He just...

"Johnathan!" a familiar feminine voice called out as the young gamer finally neared Ashcroft school grounds. He was late to arrive that day, at least compared to his regular schedule... right? Mary didn't know the exact time that John usually arrived at school, but it seemed like it was later than what she expected. To be fair to the geeky boy, though, it wasn't much later. Mary had only been waiting to watch his approach, and if anything, it was possible that he had just been early when she saw him the day before.

"It's just John." Surprisingly, Mary actually had to stop her hips from rocking against the picnic bench when she heard John speak. His voice was low and quiet enough to not be heard by most of the people around him but still loud enough to correct the mistake that had been made by their shared art teacher. He was still loud enough for Mary to hear him. Without even moving from her place, the cheerleader could feel parts of herself starting to burn upon seeing the other woman. It wasn't just the cherry red hue that grew in her cheeks as she thought about what they had both done to her over the past few days, it was everything. Even as her own body betrayed her with a speedy heart rate and a skip in her breath, mostly upon seeing John and June in her sheer summer dress, other parts of her began to burn too. They had only been standing there for mere seconds, and Mary could already feel the putrid waves of emotion brimming just beneath the surface for her teacher as she slid a thin, manicured hand onto John's shoulder.

It wasn't that she was jealous, no. Out of all of the dominants and bondage kinksters Mary had identified in the school... she was certain that John had to be the most unimpressive one... It was just that the ache she felt when she saw him discreetly place a hand around June's waist was just...

...sickening. Yes, it was sickening. Miss Summers was supposed to be a professional after all. She wasn't supposed to let John rub his hand into her back like he might hike her dress up again at any moment, she wasn't supposed to be sleeping around with her students, and she most certainly wasn't supposed to be drooling down the back of another woman's neck mid-orgasm like a common trollop! She should have been reported for such things!

Mary just had to wait for someone else to report her. It didn't make sense for her to do it after June found out about her secret. She could have been outed.

Mary's hips rolled against the bench she was sitting on again, and her whole body jolted like she had been shocked as her subtle turns **** it to move. She inhaled, and like she was channeling the shapely art teacher herself, she bit down hard and pulled seductively on her lower lip as her whole body came to sit and rest directly over the toy she had hidden away. Her skinny jeans pulled taut over her firm, tanned thighs, and in the corner of her eyes, she noticed one of her fellow cheerleaders furrowing her brow at her in confusion. She stayed like that, on the verge of moaning over the large round bulb that she smuggled away, until she felt like it wouldn't move any longer.

Normally, it was a personal rule of hers to not use toys. Toys were supposed to be forbidden, specifically in public. Toys elicited a response. They gave people away. They, or the people using them... made unintentional noises. Inappropriate noises. Toys **** her into dangerous positions... like she didn't have a choice... and that was oddly similar to the situation she was in with John.

John. She rocked in place again.

He had started dominating her. He should have kept up with her! It wasn't hard for her to understand why the nerd had wanted June. Almost every guy she knew seemed to lust after her, but he had still started something! If he hadn't wanted her, then why would he have started it?

He had her by her short and curlies, or would have if she didn't shave it. She was trapped, and he could have taken her if he had just wanted to! He didn't have to give her a choice! Hell, she didn't have any other choice but to obey the most unimpressive dominant she had found! Even if she had been able to make her own decision, she would have clearly preferred any other dominant, even if the one to take her had been Vanessa, that-!

"Ohhh..." A full, hot-blooded moan suddenly slipped out past the seal of Mary's painted red lips as the thought abruptly sent her hips into a brief fit. Her body twisted and jerked, as she bit down hard into her own lipstick, and her brand new plug suddenly caught against the edge of her seat and moved. Her toy shifted and pulled back, like it was trying to slip away before Mary quickly tried to clench back down on it. Her thighs softly slapped shut beneath the table as her butt visibly flexed within her skinny jeans, and all of the muscles in the lower half of her body abruptly stood out as a wave pulsed out from the latina's little backdoor. Try as she might, there was no stopping the feeling when it came. She managed to save her toy from slipping out in an awkward and obvious place, but with it's rescue came a whole new sensation. A rush pushed back into her tight ass, like a thousand different fingers that thrummed again and again across her inner walls as the pink, fat, round bulb of her toy eased in again. It slid back into place, moving so gently and smoothly across her stretched out ring that, by the time the sensation threatened to overwhelm her again, her legs were starting to shake and her tongue was starting to drip with her own drool...

She was like June, so brazen and open with her own actions... and so dangerous. Even as Mary started to smile and bask in the wet warmth that undoubtedly darkened the front of her panties, she was snapped back to reality when she saw the shocked expression of one of her fellow cheerleaders again. She had to remember where she was! It didn't matter how quickly or how awesome it was when she used them to cream herself, toys were dangerous! If she didn't take it out soon, she was going to get caught... and punished.

Of course, that thought didn't exactly help her either, but she swore she would get rid of it...

...eventually.

"So... what exactly did you do yesterday?" June asked as soon as they both walked through her classroom door. It didn't seem to matter that much to his art teacher to make sure that he got to class on time. Instead, with the little amount of time that John had to get to class, she pulled him aside to talk. Her sheer, banana yellow summer dress flared outwards below her slender waistline as she took him over to her desk, like a short curtain left to barely hang over the curve of her expansive, round rear end. It didn't help much if June was to bend over slightly, or if anyone was to try and look up the hem of her skirt, but otherwise it seemed to work. On the other hand, her long, thick legs were left largely barren and exposed to John as she eased herself down into the seat at her desk. Her full, plump lips curled up into a gentle smile as she gradually spread her legs and opened them before him, waving them slowly through the air as if to tease the treasure between them... before they finally crossed and came to rest properly over one another.

"What do you mean?" John cocked an eyebrow at June as his teacher began clearing up a place on her desk. It didn't take her very long to clean up a large space atop the desk, but once it was done, she was practically dragging him over to sit there.

"You know exactly..." her own words were cut off suddenly as June leaned forward and sighed. Her large, heavy breasts bulged against John’s upper thighs as she squeezed her chest against him and, with a happy chuckle, stared straight up at him with her gentle brown eyes. She watched him as she spoke and held him by the hips right up against her bosom until his hardening bulge had finally flexed to it's full, rigid size. "...what I'm talking about."

Her long, dark hair shook slightly as John groaned and leaned backwards. It took everything he had not to immediately reach down and grab onto those wonderful, massive tits. She wouldn't have stopped him. Hell, John realized that that was probably what she wanted. He could already feel the hardened tips of her needy nipples stabbing back into him and betraying how strongly his aura was already affecting her. It was entirely possible in his mind that she wouldn't have denied his advances if he tried to come onto her again... but he didn't answer her. He couldn't answer her. She was asking about something dangerous, something that she didn't understand, and telling her could have put her in just as much as danger as he was in, if not more. Cassandra was still out there, probably still looking for him, and there was no way for him to know what she would have done if she ran across him while he was with someone like June or his mother.

Even if he had wanted to bring her in on his secret... it was too much of a risk.

"Natural talent." That earned him a look. Even as she stared at him with her doubt written plainly on her face, she didn't stop teasing him. She just continued pressing against him, squeezing her breasts around and against his cock like it might slip the layers of all of their clothing into her chest's embrace at any moment.

"You know, John... you almost got into trouble yesterday. You almost got me into trouble, too." John stiffened slightly as she spoke. "After what you did to Vanessa, she went straight to the school's principal. She told the dean what happened, and then right after that, I was questioned... mere moments after you filled me up with all of your thick, delicious cum." John couldn't bring himself to reply to that, mostly because he was surprised by Vanessa. The bitch queen had actually snitched on him. She hadn't chased him down and killed him or told one of Frank's buddies to do it. She hadn't immediately resolved to deal with him herself, she just... turned him in. She-

"I, of course, told the dean the truth!" That wasn't good. "Vanessa, in her haste to get to class, got caught on something..." There was a long moment of silence as June paused and tugged the neck of her dress down over her breasts, dropping them bare right onto John's lap where they came to a soft, jiggling stop against him. "...and then you came in to help her! Her situation got worse and worse when she jumped to the wrong conclusion, but... it was all just one big misunderstanding..." her shapely lips pursed at John as she spoke, adding extra emphasis onto the end of her sentence like she was trying to hide a 'clever' innuendo in her sentence.

"Thanks, I gues-" he started to say before June quickly interrupted him.

"You can trust me, baby," she said and slipped her fingers over the hem of his pants. "Whatever you did to me yesterday... you can tell me."

John blinked in surprise as she spoke, his feet carrying him away from her before he could stop himself. Had his change really been that obvious? He doubted that such a thing could have been so clearly noticed in the first place, but it was possible that he was wrong. His assumptions were all based on his own experience with his magic after all. Whenever he had used his powers to change himself, he barely even noticed the differences through feeling them... but her change had been based on feeling in the first place. His personal changes had always been just physical.

"It was a little hard to notice at first..." June continued talking when John didn't answer her, "but you're special now, aren't you?" That time John didn't bother trying to fight the need to move away from her. His brow furrowed and his jaw tightened imperceptibly as June stood up from her seat and advanced on him. Her large, heavy breasts swayed slightly as she walked, but she paid the movement no mind. "You've changed."

That... there was no reason that John could see for her to know that, and he could already feel the blood draining from his skin as he tried to process her words.

"You can tell me, John. It's oka-" she started to say.

"Ineedtoleave," John all but coughed out his next sentence, interrupting her mid-speak as she stepped closer to him. He could see her hand reaching out to touch him, to stop him, but he didn't give her the chance. Whatever was happening, he couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to get away before it took a turn for the worst. "I'm going to be late for class."

"John, wai-"

He didn't even let her finish or say goodbye. The second he had his excuse, John was slamming the door to her classroom shut behind him as he walked out into the same hallway as Cassandra.

The other woman stared down the end of the hallway at John as he walked into her line of sight... and blinked hard. Her long hair, which was now black again somehow, tussled slightly as she actually turned to face right at John, away from the other woman she was talking to. John didn't pay much attention to the other person who was standing there...

...other than the fact that she had long, wavy, red hair.