The Fate of Professor White

Jeannie had never been so nervous in her immortal life. She always made the first wish to her waker, that was easy, but the second wish was difficult, and the third even more so. She decided to ask an expert on the subject for advice. After all, it couldn't hurt.

She was in the English and Lit building about to knock on Professor White's door. She had noticed the professor had weekend office hours and decided to drop by. But then she heard something that both surprised and angered her.

"I wish I could fuck your brains out." A male voice said.

"I wish you would use me like a fuck doll." Professor White's voice replied.

Damnit! Jeannie said as she was obligated to grant both wishes. Professor White's fate was sealed and Jeannie walked towards the library, hoping to get any information that would help her trick Samantha into making two more wishes.

Professor White had been having this affair with Taylor Johnson for the entire year. She would make up reasons to go to the school on Saturday's, mostly to hold "Office Hours", where she would then proceed to meet with her student and fuck him all day. Their foreplay was lacking, but his body usually made her wet enough and he was a typical horny college guy who got hard from pretty much anything. And after the party he had just been too and seeing a girl with tits the size of a minivan, among other things, he was pretty hot to trot.

Things started off normally at first. He first asked a question about the upcoming papers, in case any other students or professors happened to see him come in, but his focus didn't last. Soon he was walking around the desk, caressing Professor White's swollen chest. She gasped and cooed. Then he growled, louder than he meant. "I wish I could fuck your brains out."

Professor White replied, also louder than they had agreed. "I wish you would use me like a fuck doll."

That's when things happened. They both could feel something, an energy they had never felt. Before she knew it Professor White had literally ripped off her own panties, and bent over the desk. Taylor freed his large college boy cock and without any further foreplay, plowed into her from behind.

Something was happening, and Professor White couldn't quite place her finger on it. With each thrust, she felt a strange haze in her head, like she had been drinking too much. The harder she tried to think, the more she couldn't.

It wasn't until she tried to think of her doctorate thesis that she had been working on for a number of months, the thought of the paper always brought her out of whatever fog she was in, and couldn't that she realized what was going on. TAYLOR WAS FUCKING HER BRAINS OUT!

"Taylor, Mnnngg stop..." She managed to pant, but the college boy had a one track mind and continued plowing his dick in and out of her sloppy wet pussy. His hips slapping her bouncing backside.

Slap* There went her graduate program thesis.

Slap* There went her knowledge of Ancient Greek Mythology.

Slap* Ancient Egypt was gone.

Slap* Ancient Norse.

Slap* Algebra was the next victim.

Gotta fight it! Romans had the same gods as Greeks. I think the leader was Venus... Heheh Venus and Penus.... Their lead god had a penus... right...

She felt Taylor's member swell, heard him grunt, then felt his spunk jettison up into her womb. Good, maybe he'll stop. I can recover from this...

But Taylor couldn't stop, the magic had already taken effect. He renewed his vigor and continued to pound into his mythology professor.

No this can't be happening! Damn genies! Genie is from that one movie... Heheh make me a prince. No silly princes are guys... I wanna be a... a....

Each pound now left her more and more blank, but the pleasure intensified. They both came at the same time, grunting in pleasure. Professor White could literally feel the rest of her brain power slip away with each spurt of her womanly juices. A glazed look fell over her eyes, drool pooled and then dribbled out of her lush lips. Then a new sensation took over, but by now, Professor White couldn't comprehend what it was. It was tingling, starting at the scalp. Her vision blurred, then became perfect again. Her lips tightened into an O.

Taylor, who was on his third time, something that never happened, didn't even notice as Professor White's skin began to turn shiny and tight. Her neck then her chest was next, her nipples standing erect turned an ugly shade of hot pink and jutted out another half an inch. Her belly button popped out, elongated and turned clear with a thick clear plug. Her hips tightened and her pussy hair fell out. Taylor was vaguely aware that the vagina he was slamming into felt different, it encased his member so tight now, and he felt like he was bottoming out. His eyes rolled back into his head as he came a third and final time, just as a long and loud farting noise could be heard coming from the new plastic fuck doll's asshole as all Professor White's insides turned to air and escaped through the only remaining outlet.

Professor White's asshole was the last thing to turn, and as the last of the air escaped her sphincter, it expanded to a nice round O about the size of her mouth, turning the same shade of sickening hot pink as her nipples and pussy. Taylor pulled out and grinned.

The specimen before him looked like an exact replica of Professor White, had she been built as a sex doll. Pulling the plug that was on the belly button he deflated her, folded her up, stuffed her in his backpack and took her back to his room with that same satisfied grin.

Professor White could still see, hear, taste, smell, and feel, but without the brain capacity to understand whatever it was that she was experiencing, she just enjoyed the sensations, orgasming herself whenever Taylor would inflate and use her, and falling into a weird state of hibernation whenever he would deflate and store her.

Such was the fate of Professor White.