To the head of the class.

Your legs tremble as you stand. You check your seat and are grateful your uniform pants seem mystically absorbent as the chair is dry even though you are sopping wet. Your classmates titter and snicker, already they have forgotten the lesson that they could have been bimbofied, bent over, and begging too. Now that it's you heading to the front of the class, they're suddenly superior. Professor Puissan seems to notice, "There's a brave lad. Half human by the looks of it and still he comes forward. I'll wager half those nattering in the crowd would have run for the door. Keep at it, and I'll be **** to prove it."

The class falls dead silent. You could hear a drop of cum splash on a silk sheet. You make your way downstairs, feeling a little less terrified. Maybe the professor isn't such a bad guy after all. It's not like you are challenging him. This is just an introductory lesson on the first day of class. Professor Puissan stands, still naked, before you, but back to his slender, unassuming form. He gives you an almost kind smile that reassures you further. You actually begin to relax. This might even be fun.

"I always start this course with a serious warning. Your uniform, your suit, your magic will not protect you. To demonstrate this, I will have Mr. Saint try to withstand my pheromones for five minutes before ripping off his clothes and falling at my feet. Now, I will give fair warning that no student has ever succeeded in resisting me, so please don't be disappointed when you submit."

Your jaw drops, your eyes widen to saucers, you are stupefied and quivering and oh so wet...and he hasn't even gotten started yet...has he?

"Don't worry. You'll know it when I get started. Let's give it to the count of three." You clench your fists so tight that your nails cut into your palms. "One..." you hold your breath. "Two..." you bite your lip, drawing blood. "Three."

"WHIMPER" A tidal wave of warmth hits you like a haymaker, dropping you to your knees and causing your skin to break out in an immediate blush. You are covered in sweat and you could swear you smell your brain melting...it smells...sweet. Your chest burns and your nipples throb, as if they have a mind of their own and they want to be free and big and bouncing. You ass feels cavernously empty and your back tingles maddeningly where your tail would be...you know it has a mind of it's own and you know it wants to help you scratch that itch deep in your ass. Your pussy aches to be filled...to be fed...to be bred...it drools and calls out to you with a soul deep emptiness. You don't know how much longer you can stand it.

"Now don't be alarmed if any of you out there ejaculated in your pants or feel an almost irresistible desire to disrobe. It is just my aura washing over the room. Now, class, pay attention as I increase my focus to solely affect Mr. Saint. It's been thirty seconds by the way."

You are hit with a tsunami this time. Filling your lungs, pinning you to the floor, crushing your bones until you are just a wet puddle. You thank whatever the god of magic pants is that no one can see how much cum your pussy is spraying in your pants. But by the lolling of your tongue and the bucking of your hips as you try to fuck the air, you are pretty sure they suspect something. You feel like you will die if you don't rip these clothes off. Your body wants to go pink and plump in all the most fuckable places for him, and it feels like you might literally die if you don't.

The professor relaxes his power over you, just enough to let you crawl up on your knees and look up hopelessly at him. Just enough so you can miss the power crushing you to the ground, just enough so you'll do anything to feel his total dominance again...

"And that's only about a 1/4 of my power. Do you really think you can last another four minutes at this rate? Hmm, maybe you could distract me until the time is up. Know any good jokes? Maybe you could just suck my cock. Or you could end this farce now and disrobe."

What can you possibly do?