An all staff school meeting

You receive an unexpected e-mail from Principal Anderson, she’s calling an all staff meeting. Now what could that be about?

All of the infected teachers in one room, you know it’s going to be an all you can fuck buffet. You’ll make sure you look nice stilettos, stockings, garter-belt, a tiny crotch-less thong, and a skin tight top all see through black mesh. The room is packed with sexy sissy teachers many of them dressed up for the occasion, though a few chose to attend butt naked, easier access. Surveying the room is making you stiff, you want to fuck all of them. You can feel your asshole throb in a pale imitation of the pounding you want to take from some of these sexy sluts. You close your eyes and breath in slowly capturing the smell and taste of the room. It smells so strongly of sissy pheromones, the air is almost saturated. You’re sure it will be by the time you leave. You breath in deep and feel your blood race faster. You let the air run over your tongue and you can taste cock, you can almost taste cum or maybe you’re just imagining it. A soft hand wraps around your cock sending a shiver through you. You open your eyes on the room again and gently swat the gym teacher’s hand off your cock. You flash her a smile “Not yet Olivia” she pouts her eyes are locked on you. You add “After Susan says what she needs to, I’ll fuck you dry.” Her smile is so lovely that you decide you’ll start with her throat.

Susan calls the meeting to order just in time, if she’d delayed much longer the orgy would’ve started in earnest. Such as it is two of the teachers are blushing. You sniff the air and giggle, they both came from foreplay. So sensitive you can use that against them later, but right now…

Susan: Alright everyone, I know we all have places we’d rather be so I’ll get right to the point. SISSIES has been slowly spreading through the city for some time, but that’s not enough anymore. There are people out there trying to stop the spread of SISSIES.

The room erupts into a dozen angry conversations. Susan has to yell for silence.

Susan: I’m afraid that’s not even the worst part. Stopping the spread is only to buy time…
to develop a cure.

It hits the room like a slap across the face. You’re shocked, someone would try to take away your tits, your bubble butt, your libido, your bitchmaker?! It’s so obviously unacceptable that words fail you. Luckily Susan continues.

Susan: I know! I know how you all are feeling! That’s the bad news. The good news is that we can stop them!