She gives in

Neeta grasped Principal Edward's swelling member through the fabric of his khakis and sighed deeply. Feeling that bulk filled her with a tingling warmth that could not be denied.

Before she knew it, Neeta had unzipped the man's fly and fished out his cock. It shot into the air, its thick, veiny mass pulsing slightly in the cool air of the office. The purple head was swollen nearly to the size of a ping pong ball. A drizzle of precum from the top beckoned Neeta closer.

Neeta needed it. She was so _hungry _for it. Goddamnit, she would have it.

The young teacher lifted herself up and gazed down at the man who had caused her so much suffering and anxiety for two whole years of her life. His eyes were wide and startled. Besides the throbbing of his dick and the little grunts and groans he let out, Principal Edwards seemed paralyzed, no doubt an effect of whatever strange venom the tentacled monstrosity in her womb had shot into him. Neeta relished his fear and helplessness.

Neeta Khatri had never been a cruel woman. She was strict and proper. She could come off, she imagined, as a little cold. She never thought of herself as mean.

However, in that moment, Neeta loved the man's terror and helplessness. She wanted to taste more of it.

Neeta Khatri dropped down and impaled herself on the erect shaft, feeling its length plunge through her vaginal canal. Gorgeous warmth erupted inside of her as she took every single inch of her tormentor into her. It felt wonderful and the pleasure was only magnified by the horror Neeta could feel radiating from Edwards. The miserable bastard would never make her life a nightmare ever again.

"Damn, you really hate this cocksucker," The voice cooed inside of Neeta's head. "Good. Act on that. Take his vital essence from him."

"Yes!" Neeta cried.

In that moment, it didn't matter that an eldritch abomination the size of a guinea pig had taken up residence in her pussy. It didn't matter that some nasty, demonic voice spoke to her in strange and carnal thoughts.

No, all that mattered was vengeance and the pleasure it brought.

Neeta began to ride the man, savoring the feeling of his shaft running up and down her pussy. The pleasure burned like a hot fire in her core, radiating out to fill her with energy and power.

With the man inside of her, Neeta felt electrified. It was as if a circuit had connected inside her body, causing the man's energy to flow like lightning into her soul.

"Fuck you, Phil!" Neeta shouted, triumphant. "Fuck your constant evaluations and your judgy attitude. Fuck you!"

Phil Edwards only looked on in abject horror, helpless to stop his former subordinate as she dominated him. With every second of manic thrusting, he grew a little bit weaker. It would not be long before his pool of energy ran out.

"Drain him dry," the voice encouraged. "You need this to grow into a proper servant."

Neeta had absolutely no clue what the voice meant by "proper servant". Hell, she didn't even know who the fuck the voice was. But it made her feel good. That she understand. That she cared about.

Suddenly, Phil Edwards cried out in a perfect blend of sexual ecstasy and hopeless terror. Neeta felt his cock bulge within her, followed by stream after stream of hot fluid that splashed her insides.

"Give it all to me! It's mine," She cried out.

Now that Edwards was cumming, the energy flowing into Neeta ramped up by an order of magnitude. It coursed through her flesh and blood and bones, infesting every inch of her being. She could feel the tentacled mass within her jabbing its feelers through her flesh, sinking its roots into her mind and body permanently. The energy was filling its flesh too and with each passing moment, the line between her and it blurred more.

As Principal Phil Edwards shriveled, Neeta Khatri began to grow. Her small, modest breasts ached and burned as they started to grow in intense spurts, bulging larger and gaining perfect roundness with each pulse. The bigger they grew, the more they jiggled and bounced after each throbbing jump in size. The growth felt unbelievable - like an orgasm completely encompassing Neeta's developing tits. The feeling of becoming fuller, rounder, and more womanly made Neeta want to pass out from pure bliss.

Her breasts weren't the only part of her changing. Neeta's ass swelled into a curvaceous, caramel colored peach at full ripeness. Underneath her bulging, firm buttocks, her thighs thickened with muscle and flesh, growing long and shapely.

Neeta closed her eyes, feeling the rush of transformation overcome her. When she reopened them, they blazed with unholy violet light.

Dozens of little changes accompanied the big ones. Neeta's face grew more alluring with each passing second, going from modest prettiness to inhuman attractiveness. Her lips filled out. Her skin became perfectly smooth. her hair, once short and relatively thin, grew wild down her back until it reached her perfect ass.

When she finished, Neeta fell to the floor in a fetal position, completely walloped by her own transformation. Her pussy spewed girlcum from an earth shattering orgasm.

"Now," the voice said. "Now you're a proper servant."