School Dazed

The theme for Monday morning back at Eastlake was – YET AGAIN – summed up in one word for Samantha Harris.

Weird.

The red-haired 18-year-old had felt this strange sensation before last week. The same day as the gas leak.

The school administration had fixed it, hadn't they? At least there weren't any news crew vans driving from the nearest city to their town. The next school board meeting was going to be hell for Principal Ferguson. Everyone and everything else seemed mostly back to normal…

…mostly. Maybe it was the after-effects of what happened the day or two before.

The weekend had been a bit of a blur - with her Friday night planned with Simon introducing Jessica to anime, having to be moved to the Edwards house instead of her own.

And it was as chaotic of a mess as she expected.

The three of them stayed up all night. Her brother was taunted and teased by the tag team of the two hottest young women in his life and their school. Torturing her sibling was always a plus; however, the redhead would never let the blonde live down her reactions to Japanese Animation. The Queen of Eastlake, trying to act like the popular, stuck-up bitch at first, then devolving into endless questions at Simon about what was happening like an eager child, and finally breaking out into a full-out crying ball at 3:30 in the morning when she was fully emersed and going full weeaboo after a sad **** scene.

Jessica Edwards, who hadn't watched anything like that since Pokémon and swore it was all childish nonsense, was engrossed. Angrily decrying Tiffany for writing it off and angry at Sam for holding back from her.

The redhead huffed as she felt flustered at the interactions.

Spoiled Brat.

'How the fuck did she talk me into wanting to do Cosplay photos?'

Sam shook her head at the Head Cheerleader's childish behavior and usual demanding antics from the weekend. At least the blonde and her brother were the lucky ones. Because of a hiccup in the school system and their class loads, they were out of class to do whatever they wanted. In any other world, her best friend would've been absolutely terrified at the idea of the Queen of Eastlake no longer being a part of her kingdom.

Yet, when she brought it up, Jessica didn't seem to be as upset about it.

The blonde smiled and flipped her hair,

'I mean, it's not like I'm forbidden from school grounds or activities. I just don't have classes to take. I'll still be around for Cheerleader Practice and everything. Ma- Your brother and I have been comparing schedules, so I still have plenty to be at school for. It's just that I don't have to sit in study hall all day until hanging out with our teammates. Who knows what the squad has gotten into since last week. Especially that party on Friday, ugh.'

Sam raised an eyebrow,

'Oh yeah. I heard some of them were having a thing. Weren't you invited to Myers's house for that?'

Her best friend became even more flustered and crossed her arms,

'A-As if! Like I'd go to a party hosted by that usurping bitch!'

The former cheerleader's eyes narrowed, and she pointed a finger accusingly as a smirk formed on her face,

'So what will you do with my brother in the meantime? Tracking down your Mom more? He seems distracted by something involving you.'

The blonde beamed a smile and bounced again,

'Oh. No! This isn't part of that! He wants me to help with a project, so we're going on a trip! An adventure with just the two of us!'

The way she bounced excitedly at the prospect, Sam smirked and then leaned forward at her friend with hands over her knees like talking to a puppy,

'All alone? Does 'Master' want to take you out for a walk, Jessie?'

Predictably, with Sam enjoying the show of her friend's embarrassment, Jessica's emerald eyes nearly shot out of her head while her face flared bright red, and she stuttered childishly like the anxious brat she was. As an added bonus for Sam, her dorky brother suddenly tripped through the doorway; having heard it when he walked in,

'Sh-Shut up, Sammy!'

The redhead smirked as she opened her locker and rearranged what she needed for the start of the week. A sense of normalcy finally returning to her life felt odd, but the volleyball captain managed to shrug it off. She adjusted her ponytail as she heard the familiar voices of her friends and fellow students. One in particular called out to the former cheerleader,

"Well, look who's still among the living!"

Sam laughed and smiled. She recognized Jason's large and relaxed form. He crossed his arms and leaned against the locker with a laid-back grin. Playfully, the teenage girl raised an eyebrow and smirked,

"Me? I'm not the one who texted his 'vivid' gas hallucinations in the wrong text chat."

The Samoan scoffed in protest and held out his arms, exposed with the shoulders and sleeves of yet another shirt cut off,

"You said you'd let that go!"

A familiar and comforting sense of slyness returned to Sam's demeanor. Her blue-green eyes flickered with a smirk. She wagged her eyebrow again and looked up,

"I mean, saying you pictured having sex with the spunky blonde gym teacher with people watching you while Coach O was a Drill Sergeant putting her ass in…."

Even in his tanned skin, Jason blushed and then rushed to press his hands down in the air. The lineman leaning forward to get more in her face from the embarrassment,

"Alright, alright! Shush! You demon! Don't go telling the whole school!"

Amused like a Cheshire cat, Sam rolled her eyes and smiled with a humored giggle,

"Oh, I'm not the one you need to worry about…."

She then smiled sympathetically and touched the football player's shoulder. No longer allowing her other nature to get in the way of caring for a friend,

"How're you feeling, Jace?"

Sam didn't have to say much for the mood to suddenly turn 180 degrees from the ribbing banter. She and others in their group checked in on him after the revelation was released. Especially involving a particular 'incident'. Jason's smile faded from laid back, and the sadness in his eyes increased. His shoulders slumped as he exhaled.

"I'm okay. Breaking up was the easy part; blocking her was the hard part. She's just so used to being in control, y'know?"

His voice tried to keep his usual demeanor, but the pain was as apparent as the disappointment. Sam knew how long those two had been together. In her wildest dreams, knowing how her friend was, cheating on Jason was not what she expected. Yet the way he spoke showed that as the boyfriend in that relationship with the yet-named cheerleader, he knew how she was but didn't expect it either.

The redhead winced as she found herself sighing and mumbling the name of her now-dishonored friend as low as she could,

"That's Tiff…."

Jason couldn't stop himself from frowning as his large hands clenched to his biceps,

"I'm going to beat the living shit out of that bastard if I ever see him again, though. I've known Brad for six years; teammates for six years, Sam! He screwed our entire season with that stunt and pulled the others into it, and she…."

He held his fist to his mouth and took a deep breath. Then the lineman shook his head and straightened his surf shop t-shirt,

"I told him he was going to go too far one day - that he wasn't going to have his Dad or Coach be able to bail him out every time, but I didn't expect it to be that brotha' of yours, Sam."

Sam rolled her eyes at the mention of Simon, and she held up her hand,

"I told you guys! Simon's an awkward, thickheaded dork - even a bit weird, but he's not defenseless. He's been my punching bag for self-defense class for years! Don't poke the teddy bear."

The football player laughed,

"Jessica hasn't made it easier on you about that, has she?"

The Volleyball Captain froze in place and looked at the Big Samoan with an intense gaze and a quick huff as she shook her head,

"Oh, don't get me started! I've had a front-row seat to that show for the last 15 years, and now I'm courtside to those two! I told Jess to lay off because I knew they used to be close, and I tried to get Simon to pull back because I knew Jess thought he was stalking her, but they finally got stuck together at my house, and now it's like I'm parenting 5-year-olds! You guys never saw them as kids like I did. I couldn't keep up with them!"

She slammed the door to her locker shut and leaned against it,

"I was worried this was just a phase for Jess like all the others, but nope! Now I know it's worse because of how serious they are about it! Simon came into my room and told me - to my face - he was taking her out on a date. His brain is wired to stay out of my room, and he just did it!"

Jason smirked,

"Yeah. Not to mention her Majesty seemed pretty vocal about it when she texted me about everything last week."

The former cheerleader blinked her eyes in surprise, "She did?"

Jason chuckled and sighed,

"You know Lady Jessica. She can't stand displeasing someone or the thought of someone she knows being unhappy. Doesn't matter that it wasn't even her fault, she takes it personal to make you feel better. 'Wish I had that compulsion that drives her to do stuff like that, but can't make everyone happy."

Sam nodded in understanding as Jason shrugged; the bell rang above them. The redhead gave a playful jab in the chest and winked at her friend,

"Don't worry, tough guy. We've all got your back."

"Back at you, Red Lady."

The young woman smirked as she held her bag over her shoulder and went to Mrs. Cooper's biology class as always. While Jason was okay, Sam couldn't help but feel that something was a bit off about the school. Whether it was a remnant of the gas leak or something else, the whole aura of the building felt weird.

She sat down as usual and pulled out her notebook when a familiar aura was felt on her neck as she heard a voice to the left of her,

"This seat taken?"

Sam's face fell flat as she realized the feeling in her neck was called pain. Her eyes rolled as she sighed and turned to what was expected to be a smug smirk on Kevin's face. Instead, he simply leaned back in the chair, his head resting on his elbow, face ahead.

The redhead's brow furrowed as she saw the usually avoidant and perverted nerd friend of her brother being unusually mellow.

"Did someone finally untwist that cork up your ass or something?"

Kevin's hand dropped on the desk as he sighed and rubbed his eyes,

"Funny. Very funny."

He then smirked tiredly,

"But yes, I did have a lovely weekend aside from a few hiccups, Sam. How're you?"

The former cheerleader scoffed off his half-asleep response as he yawned and began to stretch out without bothering to take out a bag or any materials for the class. Simon Harris' sister tried to brush off the presence of her brother's creepy friend as she tried to pick up from where her notes left off.

"Clearly, getting any caffeine was a hiccup."

"I wish. Had two cups of coffee. Even after a few days away, watching my best friend's relationship with his new girlfriend is tiring. You wouldn't know anything like that, would you?"

Sam smirked as the comment caught her off guard. She started to write in her notes and decided the easiest way to disarm the nerd was to do the same,

"More than I would care to admit."

The dark-haired boy snickered and shook his head back as both shared a smile. Getting along with Kevin on being annoyed by Jessica and Simon?

School was way too weird today.

And it was about to get weirder.

As the Volleyball captain looked up, she saw their Biology teacher enter their classroom, unsettled. Her hair was tied up in the messiest bun the young woman had ever seen Mrs. Cooper wear. She had forgone her usual glasses and looked dressed as if she had come straight from the gym or her house.

Last week, she was the same stern, experienced teacher; the brunette looked like she had a makeover, and now she seemed like a college girl recovering from a hangover.

Sam wondered how many others were affected by that gas leak. Maybe that was it, but Cooper definitely wasn't in the zone.

"R-Right, class. Sorry, but we'll start off from where we were last week about…about…."

The teacher seemed to lose her train of thought as her finger pulled at her lip momentarily. The brunette woman's face clearly wanted something for a brief moment. Then, her teacher's eyes widened in realization at something. Within moments, Cooper hid her face as she grew surprisingly flustered. Without looking back, their biology teacher began quickly writing on the chalkboard behind the main table to avoid what she saw.

Sam raised an eyebrow as she turned to the direction the woman was looking at. Unfortunately, the teenager concluded it was more a who than a what. Kevin leaned forward over the lab table with his elbow and an amused smirk. Her brother's best friend had his dark, perverted eyes locked on their teacher.

In response, the suspicious former cheerleader's eyes narrowed at the perverted nerd,

"What's that about?"

Kevin smirked and looked back at her with a shrug,

"I have no idea…."

He instinctively licked his lips with his tongue and looked straight at their teacher with his smirk growing in amusement,

"No idea at all…but I want to."

Of course, that was Bullshit.

Kevin knew exactly what was happening, but he couldn't tell Samantha Harris that it was because of her best friend's magic.

He had put off seeing the result of Jessica's handiwork with the amulet until he saw his teacher in class - if she would even show up.

And she had.

His poor Olivia. His youthful, sexy Mrs. Cooper had no idea how to react to Kevin in the same room - let alone surrounded by classmates who knew nothing of what had happened or what they had done, the debauchery she had with her student.

Kevin had to keep himself composed at the sight of the woman's struggle against her inner nature.

The de-aged brunette babe intentionally avoided him with all her might, but she couldn't help it. Cooper's body and brain still recognized her dark and perverted young lover as the one dominant over her. Kevin knew it from how her glutes clenched tightly in her yoga pants. That look of flushed skin and tugging of her lip said as much as the panic in her eyes. She was aware but paralyzed to do anything to alleviate her struggle.

That condition and display in their biology teacher was also the difference between Kevin's best friend and worst enemy.

Simon Harris would've handled the situation better by being more thorough and methodical. Olivia would've been back home with no memory of being conquered or a conquest. If he cared enough, their teacher would be what she used to be or made into something more precisely crafted.

Jessica Edwards didn't care. The Hidden **** Queen of Eastlake blew off or got rid of things that bothered her, uncaring of who it would harm. The genie snapped Mrs. Cooper from her stupor and sent their teacher home that morning with knowledge and realization of everything. Sending their teacher home to deal with the reality of what she had been doing this whole time. The genie prolonged the suffering of others as only the Queen Bitch could be capable of. Olivia knew she was Kevin's deep down and unable to contain herself as best she could.

Inside, the perverted outcast grinned darkly to himself while remaining the same on the outside at his teacher-toy's predicament.

It was another addition to what had been an already fantastic weekend.

He had been initially paranoid of Simon or his **** appearing on Friday Night as they had that morning. The reason was evident as those cheerleaders, whom **** Jessica kept knowledge of his trap, arrived at the Myers home. Even more uncertain, Kevin texted his best friend multiple times, only for his adrenaline to shoot through the roof when Simon texted the moment that made his evening,

'Dude Jess and I have more going on atm. I told you this morning. Go nuts.'

Was Simon's comment ominous? Hard to tell, but Kevin was downright gleeful with the apparent green light. Delightfully, his two teenage thralls were too eager to help.

Jessica Myers, his transformed former bully, played the popular pretty girl hostess as the genie's doppelganger.

An annoyance at her personality – having been molded after the genie - couldn't be avoided, but watching the blonde work the room for her Daddy was also hysterical.

Far better and much more of a surprise was his former Spanish Teacher, the former Eastlake Varsity Cheer coach, Natalie Peralez. Fresh after being transformed into the beautiful 18-year-old cheerleader and transfer student Natalia Peralez, his first prize became one of the touchstones of the perverted teen's weekend.

To think Jessica Edwards, Queen Bitch of the Universe, Genie ****, and of all those in the universe that would transform her own coach into the girlfriend of Kevin Scott's wet dreams made his brain repeatedly explode.

It started off as highly amusing, watching his former teacher act full-blown in front of those she once looked after. However, it then became obvious how okay with it she was. Kevin nearly felt his jaw hit the floor with how effortlessly a woman transitioned back into being an 18-year-old. As if she really was the teenager in the new memories he encountered inside his own perverted mind. Tali Peralez owned the room in a way that gave the three Queens of Eastlake a run for their money.

Kevin remembered how he hesitated, knowing it was the genie that had a part in making her that way. Yet, he had never known anyone like her. Jessica had split the Natalie she was and the Natalia he made into two separate people. Not one cheerleader knew it was their coach in another body, another life; for her part, Talia seemed to be that way when they weren't alone.

And with the amulet back, they definitely weren't alone.

Just as Simon had said to him - the amulet had been limited, to a point, but not enough to ruin his evening, weekend, or what was turning into one of the best days of his life.

Everyone was too busy trying to shake off the daze or "hallucinations" that they had been through last week. Conversing with Sam for the briefest moments was pleasant, even if her defense was still present.

Like every other girl of her status, the Red Queen of Eastlake wasn't a fan of his, but she could tolerate him because of her brother. He lucked out in, knowing there was nowhere else for her to move or sit down at. Kevin also wanted to look at Sam more than for his perverted crush, however.

If there was anyone in Eastlake who had a shred of an idea of what was going on, it was his best friend's sister, who was also the best friend of her brother's **** girl.

How much did Sam know?

Did she know her best friend was a genie slut and **** to her brother? That Jessica would be so **** to prove her love for the awkward dork that she'd humiliate herself getting excitedly fucked in front of Kevin Scott to prove it?

Not likely.

But Sam was still Simon's Sister.

While she didn't entirely share her brother's unusually high perception, she had to know something else was up.

Kevin saw it during their first interaction with the amulet at school. Sam knew something was off about him, but she didn't know what it was. At first, that was amusing, but looking back at that moment, Kevin had more to wonder about.

Simon and Jessica had both been protective of the redhead of his dreams and for all he knew, the red-haired beauty had already been changed or altered in some way. Of course, he couldn't look at her the whole class. The last time that happened, he remembered a lot of pain afterward. She was more of a firecracker than the others in her clique or their class; that's what made her so appealing. Kevin read the clickbait news scientific study pages when they popped up.

Blondes had more fun, but Gingers had more sex.

If the genie felt that way with Simon, what would the dork's sister make Kevin feel like?

The former scrawny teen glanced over to see Sam's eyes narrowed in on him again with suspicion. He hadn't even been staring at her, and already it was enough to make him fall back on his previous encounters and visibly flinch,

"What?"

Sam growled and scoffed with annoyance as she ripped a piece of paper from her journal and grabbed another pen. The volleyball captain smacked it before him on the lab table, then glided the written words on its surface.

"When's the last time you talked to Simon?"

He felt surprised as he looked at the paper and the author again. After a quick glance over at the non-facing Cooper, Kevin popped the pen and wrote a response back,

"Friday. He was with his 'girlfriend' who gave me a migraine. What about you, though?"

Sam quickly glanced at his response. Her lips pursed, and she sighed through her nose uncomfortably,

"None of your business. What did they want from you?"

He shook his head with a smirk and wrote again,

"C'mon. Isn't this getting old? We've known each other long enough now to not interrogate one another. Simon would want us to get along. Wouldn't he? Do it for him, Please?"

Kevin glided the paper back to the Volleyball captain and watched as her eyes glanced over it. He then watched as the redhead paused. Her face squirmed, and she growled as if the words gave her an immediate headache. She relaxed, and her face dropped as she exhaled. Whatever internal fight she had with herself seemed to do the trick as Sam began to write again while her head shook.

She slid the paper back,

"Fine. You fucking weasel. If you must know, I last saw them yesterday at Jess' house. I'm worried my best friend is dragging my brother into some shady stuff. Since you brought them up, you're acting like you know something. What did you talk to them about, and have you noticed anything off?"

Kevin smirked and wrote back his reply,

"Her Majesty has skeletons in her closet? I'm shocked, Sam. SHOCKED. Since he hasn't told you, Simon came over to ask for my help with a project he's working on and tried to get me to hash things out with her ladyship again. So we argued with each other for hours, with him playing mediator. Call it magic, but he got us to call a truce somehow."

"As for anything weirder than that shitshow, though, then yes. Things do feel odd around here. Can't tell if some people just huffed too much gas, but if I see something interesting, I'll let you know, Sam. Need to stop writing now. Have to figure out why Cooper keeps looking at me funny. She's definitely oddball."

Sam rolled her eyes and nodded. That would buy him enough time to hash things out. When class ended, he waited for everyone else to leave the room and locked the door on his way out. Olivia watched him, waiting to see if he'd stay or go. He immediately rushed to the side entrance and waited for his prey.

The disheveled teacher violently flinched and dropped her belongings over her shoulder. Mrs. Cooper scrambled back into the classroom away from the door as Kevin locked it behind him. The light shut off. His dark eyes bore into his prey as he took slow and methodical steps. His Olivia remained shaken as she went back into a corner.

She attempted to put the same stern look on her face, but that worked better when she was an older woman, not a sexy 20-something attracted to him,

"M-Mr. S-Scott th-this is…is…highly inappro….”

"You've been a bad girl, Olive."

His teacher's eyes widened in panic as she fell silent. Kevin kept his voice low, disciplined in a growl as his amusement grew at her weakening resolve. The woman's face grew redder and sweatier with each step closer he took. Her legs crossed up as her knees began to bend. She bit down on her tongue and avoided eye contact.

Her belongings dropped to the floor as she shivered as he spoke, moving stray hairs and bangs from her face with a slow-moving hand,

"We missed you at the party, but I guess Edwards didn't like your tone. She's always been far crueler than I could ever be."

His shaken teaching pet was paralyzed with fear. He could see it in the brunette beauty's eyes, which had yet to perk up. Kevin picked his teasing words carefully as he watched his specimen shudder under the touch of his hand. The words did their trick.

The mention of the genie confused Olivia enough to get her **** eyes on him again,

"J-Jessica? I don't…K-Kevin, please, I can't…."

"Shhhh."

He held a finger up to his face as his shadow began to loom over her. The same finger pressed against the older woman's lips as her eyes crossed to look at it. The once-outcast's dark desire increased as he saw the growing awareness in Olivia's wide eyes. He moved ever closer as his other hand clasped over one of her tits, his teacher's eyes beginning to tear up.

How Kevin missed feeling those sweet Cooper titties in his grip. He removed the finger from her lips as she stifled a moan. Try as hard as she might; the poor teacher had already become his. Her body responded to those rough, teasingly slow squeezes as they had back at his home that past week.

Olivia was shaken and attempted to speak up again,

"M-My Husband, he doesn't…."

Kevin growled in a low tone as he grinned darkly. The young man gifted with magic power muttered to her softly,

"Your husband is an old man, Olivia. A caring, aging, and utterly oblivious old man."

She shivered as he wrapped around her more diminutive form from behind, pressing his bulge against that shapely form clinging to those yoga pants. His growl against her left ear,

"Meanwhile, I've given you the chance to be young again. I've chosen you, Olivia. My sweet teacher, to become your innermost fantasy, to be in your prime. To release who you really are. You wouldn't have come to me begging in that black number for what you crave - what you desired most, if you didn't believe deep down that this was inevitable. If you had answered my texts or messaged me, you wouldn't be in this situation now. You wouldn't be as that **** made you now - confused, panicked, conflicted. Empty."

Her back arched, her hips pressed back into the bulge in his pants as her breath hitched. Forcefully, Kevin pulled the ponytail of her hair with a smile as she gasped. Her skin was hot as his lips brushed against her head and into her ear again,

"Besides, you know why you came. Why your body wants it more, why your heart pounds? Unlike you, it knows that this is where they first met, that tight, excited, little young pussy of yours and my energetic, dominating cock."

"C-Cock…."

The dark grin on his face grew bolder as he spoke softly, tauntingly,

"That's right. You remember don't you? You can't believe it to be real. It's the gas. The way you worked that riding crop, that dominating glint in your eyes, the leather number, the way you ordered me to fuck you in front of that ****."

The poor woman's eyes rolled back, and a moan stifled in her throat as she grasped at the wall behind her. So conflicted, relishing the experience, the memory, but quickly whipping her head forward and realizing what she was doing,

“N-No…no, that….”

"Oh, but it is – and you know it. Don't deny it, Olivia, my darling pet. I'm only trying to make your life easier. You know who you really want to be, what you really want, what you are to me."

She was in denial; torturous, slow, painful denial. His teacher's body curled as her head shook, and she gasped out,

"No!"

She finally struggled to press off. The defiance flickered briefly, but it was no use. The arousal from her was too intense. Cooper was so beautiful when she struggled. Even as she was in a panic, her hands gripped her clothes, and her face overwhelmed,

"I-I don't know wh-what you've done, Kevin. I-I, I don't know what you've done to me, but you won't get away with…with…."

Kevin had to keep himself from cackling as he loudly scoffed,

"Get away with? Olive…Oli…Livvy, my poor, sweet, teaching sextoy - you and the rest of this 'school' haven't a fucking clue of what I've been able to get away with. With the shit it took for me to get here, with what I've seen and have yet to see? Do you really think your life before me was better? Do you honestly still believe you can return to being who you were? Why fool yourself into thinking this isn't what you want? Do you think you are worse off with me than without? Because there's shit out there far worse, and this cursed institution that was once hell is now my playground. Along with the people in it. Just like you."

He growled darkly and bore his eyes intensely into his teacher to the point she couldn't look away, paralyzed with fear and the feeling of madness around her. Of course, the world was mad.

"I'm the teacher now, and you are my student, Olivia. It's time for your lesson."

He backed away into the corner of the room across from her and away from the windows, then undid the front zipper to his cargo shorts to allow his erect cock to stare his teacher in the face. He watched as Cooper's nostrils flared at first, her eyes widened, and her face paled.

She couldn't look away from it. The distance she tried to place away from him was already gone. The sight of his shaft removed all thought or reminder that she was the one closer to the door. The transformed teacher was merely hypnotized by the sight of his member as she pulled herself up and sauntered toward him without thinking,

“Cock…cock….”

Kevin had seen that face of powerlessness more than once, but each time he found the hair on the back of his neck standing up, he witnessed it excitedly. Just as Peralez realized she could not stop herself, Olivia Cooper didn't know what to do or why she was doing it. Something was pulling at her beyond her control.

He snapped his fingers and then watched her head snap back at him, panicked. His teacher's face grew redder and sweated each moment. Her tongue briefly stuck out, but the dark teenager wagged his finger toward her anyway.

"No, no. That won't do. Get rid of those pants and get on the floor."

The woman's face scrunched up, but her body betrayed her. Quickly, Olivia's arms had ripped her pants down to her ankles as her shoulders remained stiff. The brunette fell to her knees, not blinking an eye,

"Good girl. Now come."

Slowly, resisting and hesitating with each hand, Mrs. Cooper crawled toward her inevitable defeat. Her eyes were wide open with terror, every thought and realization betrayed by her own body and arousal. She subconsciously knew what awaited her and was already far too gone.

Another fiendish idea flashed in his brain as his grin grew darker, and he kneeled to once again have his cock meet the transformed teacher as she opened her mouth.

In a swift movement, Kevin slid to Olivia's left and quickly clutched at her pussy and felt the simple stretch fabric of a basic pair of purple panties,

"Oh dear, you're soaked. No wonder you were so nervous in class today? You've been getting wet just being in the same room with me. If you were so scared, why didn't you call in sick and avoid all this?"

The older woman shivered at her student's erect cock as it brushed against her cheek and face; she shuddered and whimpered her confession to Kevin's awaiting ears,

"B-Because I didn't want t-to…."

She began to let tears escape as the panties were pulled off her legs and Kevin's hand forcefully gripped her ass again,

“Please…I-I’ll call the cops…I’ll…I’ll tell….”

The perverted outcast sighed and gagged his teacher with her poor choice of underwear. With the wet panties silencing her voice, Kevin began to stroke her and pet her like a puppy,

"Olivia, you had three days to do so, and you didn't. You can't. The truth is you can't disobey your mate. No matter how desperately you want to deny it. Who would believe you anyway? You're the responsible adult, and I'm just the sad, lonely student with issues. How long has it been since you felt what you're about to feel again? You didn't because you were told to act like nothing happened. Besides, there's so much more for you to learn, but…."

He delivered a hard smack to the woman's ass as she muffled a loud cry, which was followed by another as her pussy began to drip from arousal.

"I'm going to take an angle from Simon, in your case, my biologically driven slut. I'm going to make you fucking earn your place back. First, we need to make you snap away from this stupid mindset! Now, be a good doggy bitch and bend those hips for me."

His teacher cried out and shook her head furiously, even as she instinctively did what she was told. Her face was covered in tears and snot, and her hands clenched the ground, ready to spin and claw him, but the resistance was pointless. Her body and subconscious betrayed her even in her humiliation.

As soon as his shaft entered through the familiar wet folds, Mrs. Cooper's attractive body submitted fully - nearly going limp as she arched her back and moaned loudly. Kevin grunted as he was rough and forceful, purposefully slow and watching her body amusingly flinch at each thrust. Her stifled and gagged moans grew more pleasurable as he went on until he pulled himself out at the last second to pull up her clothes toward her head and shoot his load on her bare back and ass. Kevin grabbed her wrists and **** her hands to touch and rub his seed into her skin or cover it up with her clothes.

Finally, the perverted nerd yanked her soaked panties from her mouth, finding her face cross-eyed and drool mixed with tears. He then had her clothes put back the way they were, covering the stains and wet spots.

He fixed his own clothes and stood over her again. Another satisfying fucking, but he had more for her to do.

"Get up."

Slowly, his Olivia stood. The brunette's head dropped forward, clothes and hair in need to be straightened, and face lost in a daze continually mouthing the word 'Cock’ over and over. Feeling the need to reveal the amulet, he pulled it out from under his shirt with a sigh, the familiar sight of the aura appearing around his poor pet teacher,

"Now, Olive, after you straighten up, you're going to go to the office and tell them you're not feeling well. You need to go home."

Breathless and slightly hoarse, she brokenly repeated,

“Not feeling well…go home….”

The perverted teen smiled,

"Good. Once that's done. You're going to leave here and go take a field trip to the Sex Shop at the end of town for some retail therapy."

Her empty gaze continued to stare off, even as her pants remained at her ankles, belly exposed, arms lax at her sides,

“Sex shop…retail therapy….”

Kevin grinned darkly,

"That's right. This retail therapy will help you feel good. You will buy a new outfit that will please me the most. Because this outfit will be who you really are and desire most to be. One that will affirm the real you."

The brunette beauty managed to stand, a dopey smile formed on her face as a trace of excitement escaped through the messy drool and freshly fucked features,

“New outfit…real me….”

The teenager's lips twitched upward at the breathlessness in the older woman's voice. Kevin barely cupped her chin with his finger, making the decades-long teacher look at him like a naïve schoolgirl,

"That's right. Then you'll go back to your house and do your homework. Olivia will dress and sex herself up in her new uniform. You're going to make yourself into your deepest, most desirable self, look in the mirror, and remind yourself who and what made you this way. Then, and only when you are finished sorting yourself out – I don't care how you do it, my pet, you'll text me when you're finished. I want you to send pictures of your work. Then, when I ask, you'll tell me who the most important people in your life are in order. Once you've accomplished that for me, you'll get the second part of your homework. Do you understand?"

His teacher nodded in obedience. The conflict that was once present overwhelmed and overtaken by the same lust and powerlessness as it had before,

"Y-Yes, sir."

Kevin released Mrs. Cooper and scoffed,

"Good. Now write me a fucking note and get your sexy ass to it. I'm late for my next class."