Dominance and submission

You scurry to the back of the class. Being a required first year course, it is stadium seating and filling up fast. All the seats in back are taken, so you are **** to sit square in the middle, surrounded by swarthy studs in tight fitting uniforms. The magic gives them all a human appearance, but can't quite hide their devilish features. They are all preternaturally handsome, which normally would just make you feel jealous and insecure. Today it is making you feel WET on top of all that.

The professor arrives and for a moment you are relieved. He has the appearance of a slender, slightly androgynous man, with a calm, gentle manner. He has close cropped, shiny black hair and a pencil thin mustache. He is wearing a tan, tweed suit that you surmise has the same magical effect as your uniforms. You suppose it makes sense to ease first year students in with a less imposing professor. You head snickers and whispers throughout the room and you wonder if you won't see one of these young incu'bucks dominating him. The thought excites you more than you like and you squirm in your seat, trying to think unsexy thoughts. The professor finally speaks, a soothing, almost Mr. Rogers tone, "Silence."

The class fall instantly silent. Now you see the studs squirming too. Could it be the felt the same wave of pure, primal energy holding them down and shutting them up? "Better. My name is Professor Puissan, and I will be teaching you domination..." another sweltering wave pins you to your chair. Your nipples ache and your pussy is so wet you worry you'll leave a puddle if you stand up. You look around and see all the smarmy studs are similarly flushed. "and submission. As you can see. Size does not matter, power does." Another wave...you are gripping the desk, white knuckled, and desperately resisting the urge to undress. You see a incubus twice your size, his shirt half way unbuttoned before his friend nudges him and he hastily buttons back up.

"But perhaps you are unconvinced." Professor Puissan begins slowly, deliberately undressing while the class stares in stunned silence. His tweed jacket is neatly folded on the desk his tie then placed carefully next to it. By the time his shirt is unbuttoned and folded on the desk the class is stirring. He has bright red skin, a sunken, almost skeletal frame, and tiny little horns on his head. This is the power that had a whole class pinned to their seats?!

"There is always at least one strapping stud that thinks they can dominate me." He slides off his dress slacks and the class is almost on their feet. He has bony legs and a slender cock that can't be more than 2 inches soft. Even his tail is slender and unimposing. You see a seven foot tall brick wall built stud walking down to the front of class. He is undressing as he goes, turning deep, dark crimson and growing horns that jut out and curve proudly in the air. He grows at least another foot and his muscles swell to the point of bursting. He steps out of his pants and they become trunk like and knotty. His tail grows bigger than your whole body, and his cock drags along the floor, leaving a trail of precum with the professor's name on it.

"As I said, there's always one. Very well, I will try to dominate you and you try to dominate me. However, I insist neither lay a hand on the other. It wouldn't be fair...to you." The class erupts in laughter as the pip squeak threatens the powerhouse, but somehow you sense Professor Puissan isn't kidding. "Proceed." The powerhouse flexes every muscle he has and the whole room hoots and hollers as they feel his strength radiating off of him. The pipsqueak just stands stock still and says. "You can start anytime you like, son."

"Fuck you, nerd! This is my class now!" The powerhouse turns almost black as every vein pops out on his body. His body is covered in a seductive sheen of sweat, the room fills with his heady musk, his cock is oozing thick, creamy precum. You look around and are relieved you aren't the only one blushing or involuntarily drooling. The professor remains nonplussed and entirely unchanged. The stud student strains and sweats, flexes and sneers, but the runt before him is unmoved. You see it before any one else, a moment of hesitation...a flicker of fear.

"My turn, is it?" Professor Puissan doesn't flex a muscle, not a bead of sweat forms across his brow. He just gives the big, burly bully a look, and the stud starts shrinking. You hear a decidedly feminine wail of defeat as the stud collapses into himself. He shrinks to less than five feet tall and his skin grows pale and pink and oh so soft. You know what's coming next better than anyone, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to slip a hand down your pants and finger your sopping slit.

"Oh nooOOOoOooh!" The bully's chest swells and softens into two beautiful, bouncing breasts. His ass plumps and jiggles and his waist sucks in for an hourglass figure. His tail shrinks and slenders and curls cowering between his lithe, curvy legs. His cock shrinks to a babies size and he whimpers and covers it in shame. The professor, slowly, wordlessly walks behind him and puts a single finger on his back. The "stud" bends over the desk immediately, his tail raising in invitation, exposing his drooling, virgin asshole.

"Look at me." The professor speaks and the whimpering wreck looks over her shoulder. Suddenly Professor Puissan shoots to eight feet with a striking family resemblance to the stud that stood so tall just moments before. His monstrous cock presses up against the sissies tight hole and he pauses, drawing anguished moans from her. "It appears you are fantasizing about your father. Is that so? Do you want Daddy to fuck you?" He says it with the flat affect of asking if he remembered to bring a pencil...

The former stud is sobbing, desperately trying to resist, knowing "she" will fail. "Please MOAN...fuck meeee...WHIMPER Daddy!" The class is on its feet roaring in approval. Some have pulled their hard pricks out and are openly stroking them like some obscene salute. Professor Puissan merely raises a hand and the class goes silent, slowly returning to their seats. He looks back at his prostrate pupil and the sissy begins to grow and swell and darken again. He rises, slouched over and gives a solemn bow to the teacher. The professor gives a simple nod, and allows the student to gather his clothes and return to his seat.

"I hope the point is not lost on any of you. That could have easily been you bent over my desk, begging to be fucked. And by the end of the semester, it probably will. You all probably have some experience in domination. But you all need to learn how to submit, to endure, and to find the strength back to your feet."

The class looks at each other with a new uncertainty, and for the first time since you arrived you don't feel so different from everyone else. "But we still have a lot to cover today. So for my first actual lesson, we need a volunteer." The professor waits and you could swear you see a slight smile as everyone sits on their hands. "Very well. I suppose I can pick randomly from the roll..." his finger trails down the attendance log and everyone is on the edge of their seat, praying to the Old Gods he picks someone else.

"Mr. Saint, please join me at the front of the class. And don't worry, you can keep your clothes on...hopefully." Your heart is racing a mile a minute, your pussy is begging you to fill it, and the eyes of the class are all on you. Should you actually go to the front of the class and face that mild-mannered monster? Or should you run away screaming out whatever excuse your panicked mind can muster?