Travis as Elena

Author's Note:

Welcome to the start of a brand-new story! This is my third official project after SWAPARTY and The Throne of Swapped Desire. Huge thank you to everyone for the incredible ongoing support!

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"What the actual fuck—" My voice trailed off, vibrating heavily right through the center of my massive fucking chest. It wasn't my voice. It was smooth, mature, and had this bossy, sexy vibe I absolutely did not have.

I looked down in pure horror. The dark pink silk blouse was crazy tight. I had no room to breathe, and the fabric dug sharply into my ribs with every panicked breath I took. Long, thick strands of heavy, sweet-smelling dark hair fell over my bare collarbones, constantly getting in my view and completely mind-fucking my senses.

I spun my head wildly and spotted a tall mirror hanging on the back of the heavy wooden door. I had to see it. I had to know this wasn't just some crazy, real-feeling dream.

I pushed off the heavy desk and tried to rush forward.

"Ah, fuck—!" I gasped, stumbling instantly.

Even taking the smallest, most careful steps, the feeling was totally weird and just too much. The super tight cream skirt acted like a straightjacket for my lower half, tightly squeezing my thick legs together. With every tiny, wobbly step I took on those high heels, the soft, heavy flesh of my new inner thighs rubbed and pressed hard against each other, my wide hips swaying like crazy.

I finally caught my balance against the doorframe, my massive boobs heaving, and forced myself to look into the glass. My jaw completely dropped.

Staring back at me, with wide, terrified hazel eyes, was the strict, super curvy body of Professor Elena. The massive chest I used to secretly stare at during lectures—holy shit, they looked even bigger than I thought, straining against the silk like super heavy E-cups—were literally attached to my fucking body. I reached up with shaking, caramel-toned fingers and squeezed my own thick ass and hip. I felt the pinch. I felt the painful, tight squeeze of the skirt.

"It's real," I whispered, panic shooting through my body like ice water.

The app. It wasn't a joke. It wasn't a virus. Min-jun... that wasn't Min-jun in the cafeteria at all! It really was that girl... fuck, what was her name again? The one from the app's radar... Samantha? No, Sarah. Right, Sarah. That crazy bitch was actually trapped inside his body! She had taken my phone, locked onto Professor Elena's profile, and forced this absolute fucking nightmare on me!

I spun around—nearly twisting my weak new ankles—and saw the smartphone still lying face-up on the desk where I dropped it. I stumbled and wobbled back across the room, my huge ass and wide hips swaying hard against my will, and slammed my hands onto the desk to grab the phone.

The screen was still glowing with that sick message:

[SWAP STATUS: SUCCESSFUL]

My painted thumb shook like crazy as I tapped the small 'X' in the corner to close the pop-up. But as the window vanished, my heart stopped completely.

I was staring at the app's main screen. But this wasn't my phone. It was Professor Elena's phone.

"She... she already had the fucking app installed?!" I gasped out loud.

I stared at the screen, my mind completely spinning. Why the fuck did Professor Elena have this sketchy-ass app on her personal phone? Did she always know about this insane body-swap shit? A sick thought crossed my mind—was this her first time dealing with this, or had she done this weird shit before? I couldn't figure out why a strict college teacher would have an app made to completely change reality.

My mind raced, putting the scary pieces together. No matter what she knew, the truth was the exact same: if the app was on her phone and she was the target of the swap... that meant the real Professor Elena was currently waking up in the middle of a crowded, noisy cafeteria, completely trapped inside my lazy, skinny male body! The scary thought of that strict woman suddenly having my dick and my life sent a fresh wave of panic crashing through me.

"No, no, shit, no. I just need to swap back. I'll just swap back right now," I muttered fast.

I scrolled hard through the local area radar, checking the list until I found my own name. Travis Miller. The icon was there. Without waiting, I tapped my profile and smashed my painted finger against the [BODY SWAP] button.

A harsh, gray error box popped up on the screen:

[ERROR: USER UNAVAILABLE]

"Unavailable?! What the fuck do you mean unavailable?!" I practically screamed, my massive tits heaving wildly with my fast, panicked breathing.

I was trapped. I was totally trapped in my professor's crazy body, and the app was locking me out. I closed the app with a fast swipe and pulled up the phone's keypad. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely type, but there was only one thing left to do.

I typed in my own cell phone number and pressed call, holding the phone up to my ear and praying to whatever was listening that Professor Elena would pick up on the other end.

The phone rang once. Twice. Then, a loud click.

"Professor, listen to me, I swear to God it wasn't my fault!" I started yelling the second the line opened. "A chick--uh...Sarah! stole my phone and installed a weird app! Please don't blame me for stealing your body, I didn't—"

"Whoa, whoa, take a breath, bestie!" a deep, familiar laugh cut me off over the speaker.

I froze.

That wasn't my voice uh....Elena. That was Min-jun's voice. Meaning it was Sarah.

"Sarah?!" I yelled, my massive boobs bouncing as I shifted my weight in the tight skirt.

"Why the fuck are you answering my phone? Where is Professor Elena? Where the hell is my body?!"

"Relax, oh my god," Sarah giggled, sounding way too sassy and totally unfazed by this crazy situation.

"She literally ditched your phone on the cafeteria table when she practically sprinted away, so I obviously picked it up."

"Ran off?! Where did she go in my body?!"

"Uh, probably the men's room, duh," Sarah said, making a soft clicking sound with her tongue like she was completely bored.

"I mean, she was like, so hyped to finally swap into a guy student. She looked even more shocked when she saw your face Mr. Miller."

"The washroom?!" I screamed, my mind going totally blank. "Why the fuck would she go to the washroom in my body?!"

"Hello? To play with her new joystick, obviously," Sarah replied smoothly, acting like it was the most normal thing in the world. "Like, it's a totally natural reaction. I literally just grabbed my own new junk ten minutes ago when I took Min-jun's body for a spin. It's definitely her first time driving a guy's body, so she had to go check it out."

I felt sick. The strict, scary Professor Elena was in the men's room right now, looking at my dick. But then the rest of Sarah's words fully clicked in my head.

"Wait... her first time swapping with a guy?" I asked, my new sexy female voice shaking. "Does that mean... Professor Elena has used this app before? With other people?"

"Um, yeah, obviously!" Sarah giggled through the phone. "The app has been out for literally a whole week, babe. The girls who know about it have been totally messing around. Hell, even I took Professor Elena's body for a test drive a few days ago. Those boobs are crazy fun."

My jaw completely dropped. I stood frozen in the cabin, leaning on the desk to keep myself from falling off these stupid high heels as everything suddenly made sense.

My mind flashed back to the hallway just a couple of hours ago. When I was standing outside her class, Professor Elena had looked right at me with that bossy smile, got super close to my face, and told me to be a good student. Then she said: "I know exactly what you students are up to. Trust me... I’ve been in those exact shoes this week."

Holy shit.

She wasn't just making a weird teacher joke. She wasn't just trying to sound strict. She literally meant it. Professor Elena had actually been using this app to swap bodies and walk around as a student!

"Sarah, listen to me," I begged, gripping the phone so hard my painted nails almost snapped. "You have to go into that washroom and get her! Tell Professor Elena she needs to come back right now so we can swap. I can't stay in this fucking body!"

"Ugh, fine, hold on..." Sarah sighed through the speaker.

But before she could say anything else, a loud, sharp RIIIING echoed through the phone and the walls of the cabin. The lunch break was officially over.

"Oh my god, the bell!" Sarah squealed, her deep Min-jun voice suddenly filled with girly excitement. "Actually, never mind, bestie! I’m going to class!"

"What?! No, no, wait!" I panicked, my massive boobs bouncing as I shifted my weight in the tight skirt. "You can't just leave me like this!"

"Sorry, dude! This is my first time being a guy, and I literally have to experience what a total bro lecture is like. We can, like, totally meet up after classes end in an hour or so. Good luck! See ya!"

Click.

"Sarah?! SARAH!" I yelled into the phone, but the line was totally dead.

I lowered the phone, completely stunned.

What the fuck was I supposed to do for an hour and a half? Then, a totally horrifying thought slammed into my brain. The bell just rang. Break was over.

"Oh fuck... no," I whispered, my new sexy voice cracking.

I was Professor Elena. And Professor Elena had a lecture right after lunch.

Suddenly, all the weird shit from this past week made total sense. My classmates had been whispering about how crazy Professor Elena's mood swings were lately. One day she was super supportive and sweet, the next day she was super nervous and shy, constantly blushing and dropping her chalk all over the floor. We all just thought she was having a weird week.

But it wasn't her! Those were totally different people in her body taking her classes! I froze for a second. Wait... was the scary, super strict version of her that yelled at me this morning even the real professor?

I thought about it. Nah, it had to be. I've been dealing with that exact same sarcastic, soul-crushing taunt from her since last year. That was definitely the real Professor Elena.

"I can't do this," I panicked, looking down at my massive chest.

"I can't go teach a college class!"

I could barely even stand still, let alone walk in front of a room full of students.

I had no idea how to balance this body. The crazy weight of these huge E-cup boobs was pulling my back forward, and my massive ass made the tight cream skirt feel like it was going to rip every time I moved a muscle. And these fucking four-inch heels? It felt like standing on thin ice.

I would totally bust my face open the second I stepped onto the classroom stage.

I had to fix this. I couldn't wait 90 minutes. I remembered what Sarah said on the phone.

The real Professor Elena was checking out my dick in the men's room right next to the cafeteria.

"I just need to find my body," I told myself, taking a deep breath that made my tight silk blouse stretch dangerously hard.

"I'll just sneak down to the cafeteria washroom, find her, and make her swap us back right fucking now."

"This is temporary. Just temporary," I kept whispering to myself as I opened the heavy office door and stepped out into the busy hallway.

The bell had just rung, so the halls were totally packed with students heading back to their classes. Walking was an absolute fucking nightmare. I had to focus on every single step so I wouldn't fall over on those stupid four-inch heels. But because I was walking so awkwardly and trying to keep my balance, it just made things way worse. I couldn't control my wide hips at all. My huge ass swayed hard from side to side with every wobbly step I took, fighting against the tight cream skirt, and my massive boobs bounced heavily under the tight silk blouse.

It was so fucking embarrassing. I could literally feel the eyes on me.

The girls were looking at me with total respect, moving out of my way like I owned the place.

But the guys... holy shit. I could clearly see every single guy I walked past completely checking me out. They were staring right at my bouncing tits and my swaying ass. I tried to ignore it, keeping my head down and just focusing on getting to the stairs.

"Professor Elena! Professor!"

A female voice called out over the noise, but I just kept walking. I was so stressed out and distracted that my brain didn't even register the name. I was Travis, not Elena. I wasn't used to being called that.

Suddenly, a girl came running up and stopped right in front of me, completely blocking my path.

I jumped back, my heavy boobs heaving as I almost lost my balance. It was Maya, the smart girl with the big dark curls who was in the cafeteria line earlier.

"Professor Elena?" she asked, looking a little confused by me totally ignoring her.

Oh, fuck. That's me. I realized. My heart started beating crazy fast. I had to play it cool. Just act like a normal teacher, I told myself.

"Oh! Hey sweetie... is, uh, is anything wrong?" I asked. I tried to sound normal, but my new sexy female voice came out sounding super nervous and shaky.

Maya didn't seem to notice. Her face lit up with excitement.

"No, nothing is wrong! I just wanted to tell you I already finished the assignment you gave us this morning! I really want to show it to you. And since we're heading to the same class right now, I figured we could just walk together!"

Shit. No way. I could not go to that classroom right now.

"Oh, wow, that's... that's great," I made up a quick excuse, forcing a fake smile.

"But actually, I have to go do some... important professor stuff real quick. I'm going to be like five minutes late to teaching. You go ahead and get a seat without me, I'll see you there!"

Before Maya could even ask what "professor stuff" meant, I quickly sidestepped around her. My thick thighs rubbed together as I awkwardly walked away as fast as my high heels would let me, heading straight for the stairs that led vaguely down to the cafeteria. I just had to get to that men's washroom and find my real body.

The cafeteria was thankfully pretty dead when I got downstairs. Most of the students had already scattered back to their classes, leaving the large room mostly empty. That was perfect. It gave me the exact chance I needed to sneak into the men's washroom.

Even though I was completely panicked, I still made sure to look around carefully. I was a woman right now—a very well-known, strict female teacher. If anyone saw Professor Elena casually strolling into the guys' bathroom, it would completely ruin her reputation. When the coast was totally clear, I pushed the heavy wooden door and quickly slipped inside.

I pressed my back against the door and let out a breath, hoping to God that Elena was actually still in here exploring my body. It was completely weird and gross to think about her touching my dick, but I desperately needed her to still be here if I wanted to swap back.

The washroom was quiet. It smelled heavily of cheap lemon bleach and urinal cakes. The flickering fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, reflecting off the cold white tiles and the long row of mirrors above the sinks. For a second, my eyes caught my own reflection again. The tight magenta silk blouse, those massive E-cup boobs heavily resting on my chest, the wide hips... I stared for a moment, totally distracted by how crazy sexy this body was. But I quickly shook my head and forced myself to look away.

Hell no, I thought. If the real Elena is actually in here and catches me checking out her body in the mirror, she’ll definitely think I’m enjoying this. She'll kill me.

I focused on the row of toilet stalls. If she was privately exploring my body, she would definitely be hiding in one of them. I slowly walked down the line, my high heels clicking loudly against the tile floor.

First stall. Door wide open. Empty. Second stall. Unlocked. Empty. Third stall. Empty.

I was starting to lose hope. But then I reached the very last stall at the end of the row. The little lock indicator on the door was solid red. It was occupied.

My heart jumped. For absolutely no reason, I felt totally confident that it had to be my body in there. I stepped closer, my thick thighs brushing together.

"Uh... is anyone in here?" I asked nervously, my smooth female voice echoing in the quiet tiled room. I didn't want to use my own name just in case it wasn't her.

For a second, there was dead silence. Then, a loud FLUSH went off.

I took a step back, totally ready to confront my own body and demand a swap. The latch clicked, and the metal door swung open.

My jaw completely dropped. I froze, my blood running cold.

It wasn't Travis Miller stepping out of the stall. It was the Dean of the college.

I stood there like an absolute idiot, my massive boobs heaving, fully expecting him to start screaming and fire me on the spot for being in the men's room. But the Dean didn't even look surprised. He was completely calm. He just looked me up and down and gave a lazy smirk.

"Oh, Professor Elena," he chuckled, totally unfazed. "You want that blowjob right now?"

"W-what?" I squeaked, my brain completely short-circuiting.

The Dean just rolled his eyes, walking calmly past me to the sinks. He turned on the water and started washing his hands. "Look, I can't give you that right now. I have a meeting. Besides, I already let you get away with wearing that sexy, skin-tight wear on campus just so we can have our little private cabin time later."

I just stood there, completely stunned, watching him dry his hands.

"We still have to keep discipline around the office," he continued, acting like this was a totally normal conversation. "No one can catch us acting like this during college hours."

He threw his paper towel in the trash and started walking toward the exit. But right as he passed me, he suddenly stopped and turned around. He stepped right into my personal space, his face dangerously close to mine. Before I could even react, his large hand reached down and firmly grabbed a massive handful of my tight, skirt-covered ass, giving it a hard squeeze.

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"But you can come over to my cabin right after college ends," he whispered, a cheesy, gross smile spreading across his face. "My dick will be totally prepared and waiting for those soft lips of yours, baby."

I was so shocked I couldn't even form a word. I just sucked in a breath and gave a fast, terrified nod.

"Good girl," he smirked, letting go of my ass. He pushed the bathroom door open to leave, but paused halfway.

"Oh, and don't forget to make the announcement for the college fest happening this Sunday in your next class, just like we discussed."

The door swung shut behind him.

I stood completely alone in the middle of the men's room, my heart hammering against my chest. Holy shit. Not only was my body completely missing, but I had just walked right into the middle of Professor Elena's massive, secret, dirty relationship with the Dean of the college!

"W-what the actual fuck..." I whispered to the empty bathroom, my whole body shaking.

"Did the Dean really just... ew. Eww, what the fuck!"

I aggressively wiped my ass where his hand had just squeezed it, completely grossed out. My skin crawled. The strict, scary Professor Elena was giving blowjobs to the Dean for cabin time?!

I stumbled out of the men's room, my mind totally scrambled. I wanted to just run away, leave the campus, and go hide somewhere. But I couldn't. I was the teacher now. I couldn't just vanish and skip class like a lazy student. If I bailed, the real Professor Elena would definitely get mad and might refuse to swap back with me. And I definitely did not want to be stuck forever as a sexy professor having a dirty affair with that old guy.

"I have to take the class," I muttered to myself, slowly walking back up the stairs. The tight skirt made every single step a total struggle. "I just have to survive. Sarah is my only hope." But she wouldn't be done with her lecture for another hour and a half.

I nervously made my way down the hall and pushed open the heavy double doors to the Psychology lecture hall—the exact same room I got kicked out of this morning.

The atmosphere inside was heavy and totally overwhelming. It was a massive auditorium with rows of curved desks going all the way up to the back. The loud talking and laughing of fifty college students instantly died down the second my high heels clicked loudly onto the floor. The room smelled like dry erase markers and cheap coffee, and I could hear the low hum of the ceiling projector.

Every single eye in the room locked onto me. I could literally feel the guys staring hard at my heavy boobs and the way my tight skirt hugged my hips. The girls quickly sat up straight, totally intimidated by my bossy vibe. I felt so awkward and nervous, my face turning hot.

I swallowed hard and scanned the room.

Right in the front row, Maya was sitting there with her notebook out, giving me a bright, ready-to-learn smile. But I wasn't looking for her. I frantically checked the middle and back rows, looking for Min-jun's curly hair, or... well, my own sandy blonde hair.

Nothing. They weren't here.

Sarah must have chosen a completely different class to get her male experience. And as for my actual body... I had absolutely no idea where it was. The real Professor Elena was out there somewhere on campus, walking around with my face, doing God knows what, completely off the radar.

My caramel-toned hands were sweating. I awkwardly walked down the aisle and stepped up onto the stage, trying my hardest not to trip or let my massive ass sway too much. It didn't work. I could feel my thick cheeks bouncing against the tight cream fabric with every step.

I finally reached the wooden podium at the front of the room and gripped the edges of it just to keep my balance. I let out a shaky breath and looked down at the desk.

Thank God. An open laptop was already sitting there, glowing brightly with a PowerPoint presentation fully loaded up. Right next to it was a stack of thick Psychology textbooks, bookmarked to the right topic. I just had to read off the screen and pretend to know what I was talking about. I could do this.

I nervously stepped up to the wooden podium, my high heels clicking loudly, and grabbed the edges of the desk to steady myself. I leaned forward a bit, and my massive, heavy boobs totally pressed flat against the top of the podium. It felt so weird and soft, but I didn't have time to worry about that.

I leaned toward the small microphone attached to the desk and let out a nervous cough to clear my throat.

COUGH.

The sound blasted through the large speakers, echoing loudly across the massive room. Every single student stopped moving. The room went completely, dead silent. It was so fucking awkward. Fifty pairs of eyes were just staring at me, waiting for me to teach.

I quickly looked down at the glowing laptop screen, hoping I could just read the PowerPoint slides and get through this. But as I read the words, my heart dropped. Cognitive dissonance? Behavioral conditioning? I didn't know what any of this shit meant! I really should have actually paid attention in class instead of sleeping in the back row all year.

I started sweating under the tight magenta blouse. I needed to kill some time. Then, it hit me. The Dean! That gross confrontation in the men's washroom earlier—he had specifically told me to make the announcement for the college fest. Perfect, that would burn a good chunk of minutes.

"Alright, class," I started, my new sexy voice shaking a little over the mic. "Before we get into the slides... I have an official announcement. The annual college fest is officially happening this coming Sunday. Since today is Monday, that gives you all the entire week to prepare and figure out how you're going to participate. It's the biggest event of the year, so... get ready for that."

Instantly, the room erupted. The fest was a massive fucking deal on campus, and the energy in the room completely shifted. Hands shot up into the air everywhere.

Oh, nice, I thought, feeling a wave of relief. I can definitely answer fest questions. I'm literally a student, I go to this shit every year. I confidently pointed to a guy in the second row.

"Professor, are they doing the DJ night on the main field or the indoor stadium this time?" he asked.

"Main field, obviously," I answered smoothly. Easy. I pointed to a girl next.

"Professor Elena, regarding the department stalls," she asked, holding up a clipboard. "Has the faculty board approved the budget for the psychology club's interactive booth, or do we need to submit the secondary permission forms to your office by tomorrow morning?"

I froze. My mouth opened, but nothing came out.

Budget approvals? Permission forms? Faculty board? What the fuck was she talking about? I was just a lazy student who showed up on Sunday to drink beer and look at girls! I had absolutely no idea how the actual college ran the background stuff for the fest.

"Uh..." I stuttered, my face turning bright red as the whole class stared at me, waiting for the official teacher answer. "The... the forms are... you know what?"

I gripped the podium, getting totally frustrated and panicked. I couldn't fake this.

"No more fest talk!" I snapped into the microphone, my heavy boobs bouncing against the wood as I angrily shifted my weight. "I am done taking fest questions for today! We have actual class to do!"

The students blinked at me, totally caught off guard by me shutting them down so fast. I was sweating bullets. I needed a different excuse right now to kill time before they realized I had no idea what I was doing. I looked up and spotted Maya sitting right in the front row, holding her pen.

Right. The assignment she mentioned in the hallway!

"And one more thing," I continued, speaking louder over the mic to move past the awkwardness. "Who here actually finished the assignment from this morning?"

Out of fifty people, Maya was the only one who proudly shot her hand up into the air. I didn't even know what the assignment was, but I pointed at her anyway. "Go ahead, Maya. Share with the class."

Maya stood up and instantly started yapping. She was talking super fast about human brain functions, Sigmund Freud, and a bunch of other smart psychology stuff. I just stood there nodding like I understood, but honestly, I was completely lost.

But as Maya kept talking, the rest of the class started getting confused. Students started looking around at each other.

"Wait, there was an assignment?" a guy in the third row asked out loud.

"Professor, you didn't say it was graded!" a girl chimed in.

"Is this going to be on the midterm? I wasn't even in class this morning!"

Suddenly, five different people were talking at once, asking me questions, waving their hands, and completely panicking. The noise in the room was getting louder and louder. My heart started hammering against my huge chest. I didn't know the answers! I was just a lazy college guy! I couldn't handle all these people yelling at me!

"Hey! Everyone calm the fuck down!" I yelled right into the microphone.

The entire lecture hall gasped. You could hear a pin drop. Maya slowly sat back down in her chair, looking completely shocked. The whole class just stared at me with wide eyes, totally confused by my crazy mood swing. Professor Elena was strict, but she didn't just swear at the students like a frat boy.

Oh, shit. I broke character.

"I... I mean... I am so sorry," I stuttered, my face turning bright red as I tried to fix it.

"Please, just settle down, class. My apologies."

The students stayed completely quiet, giving each other weird looks. I needed to fix this right now. I thought about the subject. Psychology. How hard can it really be? It's literally just socializing, talking, and understanding how people feel, right?

"We... we are going to do a completely new assignment today," I announced, pushing the laptop away. I took a deep breath, totally inspired by my own crazy, fucked-up situation right now. "I want to have a discussion. H-how would you feel... if you woke up in someone else's body?"

The class blinked at me. Then, a frat guy in the back row laughed.

"Like, if I was LeBron James?" the guy asked. "I'd go dunk a basketball, duh."

"No, I mean a totally different person," I pushed, leaning on the podium.

"What if you were a girl? Or a guy?"

The students actually seemed to like the topic. The room buzzed with a funny energy.

"If I woke up as a guy, I'd definitely just walk around without a shirt all day," a girl in the middle row joked.

"Yeah, and if I woke up as a chick, I'd definitely play with my own boobs!" one of the guys shouted, making his friends laugh.

I swallowed hard, feeling my own massive E-cups resting on the desk. Yeah, it's not as fun as you think, buddy, I thought to myself.

Then, Maya raised her hand again. I pointed at her, and she gave a super fascinating, deep answer.

"Psychologically speaking," Maya said seriously, "the human brain would totally reject it.

The disconnect between who you are in your head and the physical body you are trapped in would cause a massive identity crisis. You wouldn't know how to walk, how to talk, or how to balance. It would be a complete nightmare for your mental health."

I stared at her, totally amazed. She literally just described exactly how I was feeling right now in this tight skirt and high heels.

"Yes! Exactly!" I said eagerly, getting way too into it. I clapped my caramel-toned hands together.

"That is a perfect answer, Maya. So, that's your new assignment. I want you all to write a paper on this discussion. Just think about what you would do if you used a body-swap app to change—"

I froze. My mouth snapped shut.

Shit. Did I just say app?

The whole class looked at me funny. "An app?" Maya asked, tilting her head.

"I mean, uh... an app-roach!" I covered up quickly, waving my hands and totally sweating.

"An approach! A hypothetical approach to the situation! Obviously there's no real app that does that. That would be crazy! Ha ha."

I grabbed a marker from the desk and turned around to face the whiteboard, hoping to God they bought my stupid excuse.

I quickly uncapped the dry-erase marker and started writing on the whiteboard. My hand was shaking so badly that my handwriting looked like absolute garbage—totally messy and barely readable. The real Professor Elena definitely had perfect, elegant cursive, but I couldn't even manage to write in a straight line. Still, I just kept writing, throwing up three random, made-up points for the students to focus on:

[ ] 1. How does the brain handle a new body?

[ ] 2. What would you do first?

[ ] 3. Write 5 pages about it.

I turned back around to face the class. "So, that's your assignment! The rest of this lecture is completely free for you guys to work on this research. Just... stay quiet and do your work."

The students looked at the messy whiteboard, but not a single person dared to question it. They just nodded, pulled out their laptops, and started working.

I let out a massive sigh of relief and walked behind the desk. I carefully pulled out the heavy leather professor's chair and slowly sat down. The tight cream skirt hiked up a little bit on my thick thighs as I sank into the soft seat, and my huge boobs finally rested comfortably against the desk.

I looked out at the silent, busy class. Wow, I thought, a weird feeling washing over me. That was actually way easier than I thought.

It wasn't that bad at all. In fact, the absolute authority of being Professor Elena was kind of insane. Nobody questioned my terrible handwriting. Nobody argued about the crazy mood swing. If I told fifty people to shut up and write a five-page paper about body swapping, they literally just did it. It was honestly kind of... exciting. I was basically a god in this room.

I leaned back in the chair, my mind totally wandering as I stared down at my own massive chest.

If I was totally alone in her office right now, what would I even do?

I gently brushed my manicured fingers over the tight silk of my blouse, feeling the soft, heavy flesh underneath.

I wondered what these huge tits actually felt like without a bra on. And my ass... it was so big and round, I could literally feel it completely filling the wide leather chair.

If I had just a few minutes of total privacy, I could finally see exactly what the Dean was so obsessed with.

Lost in my dirty thoughts, the time absolutely flew by.

Before I knew it, I heard the sound of backpacks zipping up. I looked at the clock on the wall. There were only ten minutes left in the lecture, and since I gave them free time, students were already starting to leave early.

I slowly stood back up, wobbly on my high heels again. I expected to hear them talking about my fake assignment as they packed up. But as I listened to the whispers echoing around the room, I realized absolutely nobody gave a shit about the psychology paper.

"Dude, the dance competition is going to be fucking insane this year," a frat guy muttered to his friend as they walked past the stage. "Did you see the cheer squad practicing?"

"Bro, I'm just going for the hot girls from the other colleges," his friend laughed. "Sunday is going to be a total movie."

Even Maya's group was completely distracted. "Okay, we can hit the library for like ten minutes to start this paper," one of her friends whispered to her, "but then we really need to go pick out our outfits for the DJ night."

I ignored them, grabbing the laptop and the thick textbooks off the desk. My time as a professor was officially done.

College was finally over. Now, it was time to find Sarah. She said she would meet me after class, which meant she should be heading back to the cafeteria right now. I just had to hope she brought my real body with her so we could finally swap back. I carefully stepped off the podium, my thick thighs rubbing together in the tight skirt, and started the awkward, wobbly walk back down the hallway.

I pushed through the heavy doors of the cafeteria. It wasn't totally empty, but it was way less crowded than it was during the lunch break. Some students were packing up their bags to leave, while a few others were just chilling at the tables. My eyes frantically scanned the large room.

Please be here, please be here, I begged silently.

Then, I saw them. Sitting at a table near the back was Min-jun's familiar broad back. And sitting right next to him... holy shit. It was me! My sandy-blonde hair, my plaid flannel shirt. It was my actual body! The real Professor Elena hadn't run off, she was right there! A massive wave of relief washed over me. All I had to do was walk over there, get the phone, and swap back right fucking now.

I took an eager step forward, ready to end this total nightmare. But right as I started to walk, a girl suddenly stepped right in front of me, completely blocking my path.

I stopped short, almost twisting my ankle on my stupid high heels. I looked at her, completely confused. I had absolutely no idea who this girl was or why she was standing in my way.

She was a breathtakingly gorgeous Indian student, probably around twenty years old. She had this glowing, golden-brown skin and dark, expressive almond-shaped eyes. Her super long, silky ink-black hair cascaded way past her waist. She had an elegant, athletic body with a crazy narrow waist, long legs, and perfectly toned curves. She looked super stylish too, wearing a tight, cropped black knit halter top that showed off her stomach, paired with high-waisted, flowy pants with a cool silver pattern on them. She had strappy leather sandals, silver bangles stacked on her wrists, and a delicate silver stud in her nose.

I had never seen her in classes, she must be a junior. She just stood there, looking me up and down with a massive, dirty smirk on her face.

"Uh... excuse me?" I said nervously, trying to step around her to get to my body.

But she didn't move. Instead, her grin just got even wider.

"Hey, Professor Elena," the girl said smoothly, her eyes locking right onto my chest.

"Nice tits you got there."

Before I could even process what she just said, the girl reached out with both of her hands, grabbed my massive, heavy E-cup boobs right through the magenta silk blouse, and gave them a hard, firm squeeze.

"What the fuck?!" I gasped loudly, stumbling back in total shock.

The girl just burst out laughing, totally amused by my reaction. I stood there completely frozen in the middle of the cafeteria, my heart hammering against my chest. My mind was completely scrambling. What the hell was I supposed to do?! Should I act like the strict Professor Elena and scream at this student for groping a teacher in public?

Or... oh god. My mind suddenly flashed back to the men's room with the Dean.

I stared at the hot Indian girl laughing in front of me.

Was she another one of Professor Elena's secret, dirty affairs?!

TO BE CONTINUED IN NEXT CHAPTER!

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