The next day, Barry messes with Samantha and her PE class during the lesson

Barry woke up before his wife and daughters the next morning. Deciding what he was going to do that day, he gave his family orgasms while they slept and went back to sleep himself, ensuring that he would wake at a particular time and that his family would not disturb him.

As he had designed, he woke up right when Samantha and Becky left, Laura already having left as she had further to go. Time froze at his command, and he was able to take a leisurely shower, eat a good breakfast, and so on, everything happening despite time not flowing by his will.

He knew the first class his wife taught was a twelfth-grade PE class. It was part of a special program and thus took up two periods instead of just one, which made it an ideal target for him to mess with her. She had been working at a hospital, but he'd changed that since he thought it would be more fun to mess with her as a teacher than a receptionist.

His cock got hard thinking about what he was going to do, and so he simply willed his breakfast dishes clean while he walked back upstairs stimulating himself with his powers, exploding in a powerful orgasm as he entered his bedroom.

Grinning, he created a large mirror from nothing and began changing himself.

When he was done, the body he wanted to have that day looked back at him in the mirror.

His own body wasn't particularly impressive, he knew, but he was fine with that, since it was his own. But he decided that when he changed his body, those bodies would be singularly outstanding.

The mirror showed his new body. Nine feet tall, it was very obviously female, with breasts larger than prize-winning pumpkins sticking out proudly from its chest. Its face was almost beautiful enough to make anyone who saw it orgasm, and its eyes shifted colour slowly. Its hair was blonde, almost glowing, hanging down its back to its huge ass, while its waist was tiny, its pussy clean-shaven and its legs long. It was moderately muscular, but not enough to detract from its being a vision of femininity.

And it was Barry's body.

He couldn't reach around his new boobs, so instead he stimulated those with his mind while fingering his new cunt. He exploded in orgasm, feeling for himself what he had made so many others feel already.

Picking himself up off the ground, he made sure some skimpy clothing would appear on his body when he walked out the door, changed various databases to include Patricia Smith, his alter ego, got himself enrolled in the twelfth grade at Samantha's school, and put himself in her class.

Walking out the front door, he loved how his huge top nonetheless felt tiny and stretched against his massive tits, while his jean shorts were kept from tearing as they wrapped around his gigantic butt only because he willed them to stay in one piece.

He got in his Ferrari, adjusting it to fit his new body, and drove to school with time still frozen, simply causing cars to move out of the way of his to give himself a clear path. He unfroze time as he pulled into a parking space.

As he expected, the principal came running out of the building as he unfolded his huge body from his car.

"Miss Smith, what have I told you about wearing that sort of clothing? You continue to ignore the school dress code--" The principal cut off as Barry made him have a huge orgasm, a stain spreading over his pants. He ran back inside, red-faced with embarrassment.

Barry proceeded to his locker, putting his hand on the lock and willing it to open. He grabbed his gym strip and headed to the changing room.

Some of the other girls in the class were already there, in various states of undress. When Barry entered they all stopped what they were doing to gaze at him in awe.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" he asked imperiously. "You know what to do!"

They all scurried around him, reverently taking off his heeled shoes, peeling down his jean shorts and standing on chairs and benches to pull off his top. Soon he was completely naked, but as they went to dress him in his gym strip, he held up a hand.

"Not yet. Don't you remember the routine?"

Three of the girls approached him. One squatted slightly under his crotch, while the other two stood on the central bench so that they could kneel and be level with his nipples.

Barry moaned as he was eaten out for the first time in his now-everlasting life. He soon came to orgasm, which he made all the more intense with his powers.

"Very good, girls. Now you may dress me."

The whole class was in the changing room at that point, all of them mostly or fully naked, knowing that they dared not dress until Patricia was dressed.

Barry's gym strip wasn't much different from his usual clothing, except that his shoes were simple trainers and his shorts were sweat shorts. He stretched as his top was pulled down to cover the front of his boobs.

By this time the rest of the class was fully naked, but as they went to reach for their own strip Barry waved his hand and they all exploded in huge orgasms.

Shortly after they all trooped out onto the gym floor. Samantha joined them about a minute later.

She took the roll, and as she called each name Barry made the girl called orgasm just a little, so that her answer was moaned or gasped instead of spoken.

Samantha frowned but said nothing.

"Okay, we're going to continue working on basketball today, so split off into teams," she said.

Naturally both team captains wanted Patricia on their team, and Barry went with the team that otherwise looked to have worse players.

They began with a few warmup drills. Barry was perfect, of course, but so was every member of his team, while nobody on the other team could do the drills properly, constantly dribbling the ball off their own feet or tripping themselves up as they ran.

Barry played centre, of course, and easily won the jumpball to start the game. His teammates' passes were crisp and clean, and they were always a step ahead of the other team. It didn't take long until his team took a shot, which was off target, but Barry caused it to go into the basket anyway.

The other team took possession and got the ball into Barry's team's half, but their second pass was easily intercepted and driven back for another basket.

After another few attempts, the opposing team managed to make a shot, but Barry simply reached up to block it and, without moving, scored from behind his own team's three-point line.

He made the game generally proceed as a complete blowout until Sam whistled an end to the first quarter.

Barry's teammates enthused about what had gone on and wondered if they could keep it up, while their opponents huddled. Barry, of course, knew every detail of the strategies they were discussing and implanted the knowledge in his teammates' brains.

Samantha whistled for the second quarter to start, but the rest of the game was completely controlled by Barry. His teammates celebrated when they won and he let them lift him bodily and carry him around the court for a victory lap.

Samantha frowned some more. "Okay, as I told you yesterday, we're going to start a new unit today. It will be gymnastics, so please come with me to where I've arranged for the necessary equipment to be set up--"

Barry frowned, reversed time and made Samantha say something different. His huge body was completely unsuitable for gymnastics and he refused to change it.

"Okay, as I told you yesterday, we're going to start a new unit today. One of the most important things in team building is camaraderie and comfort with your teammates, so I'll be helping you promote that by teaching you various techniques in lesbian sex. Please follow me to a room where I have beds set up for this purpose."

She went red-faced and tried to take it back, but Barry made her unable to speak. She found herself **** to walk toward a formerly nonexistent room.

The girls were very excited about the prospect of learning advanced lesbian techniques, as Barry had simply decided that they should all be bisexual. He wasn't about to pass up the chance to fuck them once he made himself male again, and was even considering giving himself a cock in his current form so that he could get started on that then and there.

A young teacher was waiting in the room.

"Hi! I'm Miss Mabel, and I'll be helping Mrs. Jones with the lesson." She appeared to be less than ten years older than the students, and was already fully nude.

Samantha found herself stripping off, and everyone else followed suit, a few of the girls helping Barry with his clothes.

"Now," said Miss Mabel, "the first thing we're going to learn..."

Barry handed out many orgasms during that lesson, and also rewarded particularly talented students with bigger tits, larger asses and longer tongues.

He made the students wash him in the after-class shower, then sat back and gave out more random orgasms and growth while they washed themselves and each other.

--

Samantha laid back in bed.

"So how was your day?" asked Barry.

"It was weird. For some reason I thought it would be a good idea to teach my students about lesbian sex! At least none of them complained. And they all seemed to enjoy it, especially Patricia."

"Oh, she did enjoy it."

"How would you know?"

Barry turned himself into Patricia in an instant.

"And she wants you to enjoy it some more."