Chapter 8: Sex Bree Up a Bit

The button reverberated so loud that it echoed in the empty hallway.

The changes to Bree did not happen instantly, and Andrew knew that he was changing so much about Bree that it couldn't happen quickly. She had already started to walk past Andrew, but she stopped suddenly, a small gasp escaping her lips. She doubled over and her arms hung limp, the stack of books leaning forward and then tipping over onto the floor in front of her. Andrew looked around nervously, not sure what to do while he waited for her.

He saw her skirt push out, Bree's ass was growing significantly. She actually grew a couple inches, and her figure filled out to match. Her breasts expanded so much it popped one of the buttons of her shirt. She let out a short groan of pain as her body changed, her arms across her stomach and her mouth hanging open like she was about to vomit. Her hair was a shining blonde now, and her lips were pink and plump. Andrew noticed she had makeup on now.

It took a long moment for Bree to stand back up, but she was still unsteady on her feet. She was hot. Andrew started to shift on his feet he was so excited to take advantage of her.

"What were... you saying?" she said, looking around. "Did I drop those?"

"Yeah," Andrew said, stepping forward, "I was just helping you with those."

He knelt down and considered using the remote again, not entirely sure if the changes he had affected to Bree were only physical. First, he tried something else.

"And you were asking if I wanted to come study with you."

"Oh," Bree said, still standing and looking quite confused. "But we've never studied before?"

She phrased her statement like a question, and Andrew stood up with her books.

"Yeah, I didn't think you really meant to study..."

He braced himself for rejection, but Bree's whole face changed to looking much more confident. "Oh, right, right. That's what I thought. Well, it's just back this way."

She turned and marched off, hips swaying, back the way she had come. Andrew hustled off after her, books still in his arms, struggling to keep up. She led him to an empty classroom just around the corner, inside the desks and chairs were stacked in piles against the wall, except for the teacher's desk in the center of one wall.

"Nobody uses this one, so I study in here a lot."

"Smart," Andrew said offhand.

Bree locked the door suddenly, the clack of the lock sliding home startling Andrew. Bree pulled down the blind down over the window, leaving them totally alone.

"Okay, well, I'll just head over to the desk, okay?" Bree said.

Andrew didn't expect her to take charge like this, but with his limited body of experience he wasn't going to complain. Bree bent over the desk and looked back to him. "I'm a little busy today, so don't take too long."

He walked up behind her big ass and pulled her skirt up, revealing her very small thong underwear that did not cover her shaved pussy at all. It glistened underneath the tiny little rope and Andrew was already getting worked up, his erection started to strain against his pants. He undid them quickly, heart racing, while also trying to hold Bree's skirt up by her hips.

"Wow, Bree," he said, fumbling through getting his cock free. Bree's pussy appeared to pulse when he pulled her thong away from it.

"Yeah, that's it, baby," she cooed.

Andrew lined his cock up with Bree's hole, the aching flesh quivering around his tip. It slid right in, effortlessly, and Bree let out a slight moan as she was penetrated. He took her advice and started in hard and fast, not interested in taking his time. His pelvis plowed against Bree's new big ass and he held on to her tight. One hand manhandled her hip, and the other braced against Bree's shoulder. He grunted as he fucked her, the tight wet hole pulling him in and keeping him there. He struggled to pull out of her.

"Mmm," Bree moaned, "Give it to me, baby."

Damn, it felt so good. Andrew's hips met Bree's ass powerfully, a heavy plopping that filled every corner of the empty classroom. Bree's big tits wobbled off her chest, hanging heavily underneath her bent torso. She gripped at the desk, her wet pussy flooding down her thighs as Andrew railed her. He fucked her so hard he struggled to breathe, outpacing his physical stamina. It felt so good he didn't care and his hips did not slow down even as he wheezed behind Bree's new body.

Bree's pussy clenched tight to Andrew's cock, and he didn't want to pull out. He thrusted hard, lingering deep inside Bree so he could plant his seed there. Bree pulled her shirt apart, a couple buttons dancing across the desk and onto the floor. The shirt fell off her shoulders into a disorderly pile at her feet. Andrew tore at her bra strap until it, too, fell away, and Bree's fat titties bounced on the desk. He shoved her down and held her hips, pulling her thick ass cheeks apart so he could watch his cock penetrate her.

He was close, so close, and he was ready to finish inside Bree's incredibly wet pussy. His thrusts slowed and Bree knew why. Before he could finish she dropped to her knees in front of him, stroking his big cock quickly. Andrew let loose, unable to hold on any longer, and his cock erupted in orgasm. Strand after strand of his thick jizz landed across Bree's face, stretching from her chin to her hairline. She moaned gently as he came, not phased by the torrent of cum he was blasting at her face.

"Oh, fuck," Andrew said as he finished, his cock hanging in the air in front of Bree's cum-covered face.

"That was a lot!" she said excitedly. "You really gave it to me!"

Andrew could hardly nod. He started to stuff his cock back in his pants while Bree casually gathered up her clothes.

"That was a nice break," she said, sitting down, "we might have to do this more often."

"Sure," he replied, putting her books on the table.

She shooed him away, then, cum still soaking into her skin. As he walked out he returned Bree to her normal self, though the sound from the device was a lot less intimidating. He snuck one last look as he left and saw his jizz was still caked onto Bree's face and she was just as non-chalant about it.