Class begins . . .

He began to walk down the hallway, dimly lit though it was. There was door after door on each side of the hallway. Jonny stopped at the first one. The door bore a picture of 2 items--a ruler and what looked like an apple. Jonny grabbed the door knob and stepped into the room, not entirely sure what he expected to find. What confronted him inside the room was a classroom. The room was fairly large, and the walls were adorned with a map of the United States, a map of Europe, a poster-board size version of the US Constitution, as well as seemingly obligatory pictures of JFK and the second Roosevelt. Several student desks were set in rows upon the tile floor, and there was a blackboard at the head of the room. What Jonny presumed was supposed to be the teacher's desk was large, wooden, and sturdy. On the desk there sat a couple pencil holders and some sheets of paper with writing scrawled across them. The back wall of the room contained a second door.

Jonny looked about for a minute, unsure what was going on. Suddenly, the door at the back opened. Into the room stepped a woman that must have been every middle school young man's dream personified. The woman appeared to be about 28 years old. She had jet black hair running straight down her back. She was clothes (marginally) in a suit with a jacket with 2 buttons in front, both of which were fastened. The jacket was waging a war with the bouncing, jiggling masses perched beautifully upon this woman's chest, seeming to surge forth and jiggle some more very time she stepped. Under this black jacket was a white blouse--very thin--with the top few buttons left undone to show off a blessed bounty of boobage. Her milky white skin had upon it beads of sweat, and a black lacy bra took her breasts and essentially shoved them right up under her chin. Farther down was a very toned belly that peaked out from under the jacket, and the blouse was tied up in front of her instead of being tucked in. The skirt fit very tightly around a set of toned but meaty thighs, and her turn to the side revealed a lovely and full ass. High heels gave her a nice sexy walk, as a devious smile crept its way across her face.

"I'm Molly Mounds," she declared, "Let's start with an anatomy lesson, little boy," the young woman said as she strutted sexily toward Jonny, reaching around behind him and grabbing by the ass, pulling him to her, and pulling him into a passionate kiss. Jonny reached his own hands and felt the wondrous ass of his companion, giving it a beautiful squeeze. As the woman kissed and groped Jonny's body, Jonny's eyes glowed red just the tiniest bit as his powers kicked in. Jonny felt his mind fill with details of the life of the woman who had **** herself upon him. Pictures of her childhood--her first kiss, her family, her turn to a life as a prostitute, filled his mind. She broke the kiss, Jonny stepped back. The sexy look stayed upon Molly's face as she advanced toward him.

Suddenly, Jonny got an idea. He wanted to play a bit. His eyes glowed red momentarily, and then his young body began to shift. Jonny's young teenage body began to grow. His height increased by probably five inches, though he wasn't tall to begin with. The hair on his head lengthened into a free-flowing mass of long black hair. What little muscle tone there was on his body disappeared. His thin, pale belly bubbled and writhed about as his belly plumped up. A couple layers of extra fat were added, straining against the confines of his small, buttoned-up shirt. Two beautiful, bouncing hills of flesh surged forth from his chest. The same general process repeated itself below--his thin white legs beefed up, and some wonderful bounce made its way into his ass. His hips widened into a lovely pair of womanly hips fit for bearing children. His hands became small and delicate as his fingernails lengthened a bit. His face aged--probably to the point of being about 40 years old and fairly pretty. Where there once stood Jonny, there was now a curvy, middle-aged woman--a real soccer-mom type. Jonny's clothes were the last to change. His ordinary small men's shirt was replaced with a black dress with straps that went up over the woman's shoulders. The front of the dress ended just a few inches below the woman's chin, and the bottom of the dress ended just below the knees. Conservative, flat shoes adorned the new woman's feet, and a golden necklace appeared around her neck with a cross hanging at the end.

Molly Mounds's jaw dropped open, her face a mix of amazement and horror. It was her mother! "Allison Marie Grimes!" Jonny screamed, using Molly Mounds's real, given name, "what have I told you about dressing so provocatively?! The good Lord gave you that body to bear children, not to sell yourself to the highest bidder and sully His creation! You should be ashamed of yourself, young lady!" Jonny yelled. Allison's mother had been a very religious woman--authoritatively so. She dressed properly and conservatively, forcing her young daughter to do so as well. Every infraction in this life was said to carry divine retribution in the next. Every Sunday was spent at church in all manner of functions. Every meal began with a prayer. This regimen was one Allison soon found herself unable to follow, so she had run away from her domineering mother 15 years earlier and not seen her since--until now.

"M--Mom!" the frightened woman stammered as she tried to cover her bulging chest without much success. "Wha--how--what's happening to me!?" she demanded, thinking she was going crazy. "The Lord has led me to you," Jonny said, "and he sews your punishment now," he said.

Allison sunk back frantically as tears streamed down her face. How could this be happening? Jonny just smiled internally as his prey squirmed. It was nice being at full strength again. "Allison, my dear Allison," he said. The crying woman looked up and wiped a mess of tears from her eyes. The demon who looked like Allison's mother stepped slowly toward the cowering young woman. "You're so . . . . boring!" Jonny screamed as he bent down to her. Allison tilted her head, looking sad, scared and confused. "What do you mean--boring?" she sobbed. Jonny's eyes glowed red again as he laid his hand firmly upon Allison's belly. "Allison, you're no fun," he said, "I think I'd rather talk to Molly."

With that, Allison's eyes glowed red, and her body shook and shuttered a bit as Jonny's desire took effect. Allison's innocent, scared personality was immediately overcome by the hooker-teacher alter-ego that she herself had created--Molly Mounds took over. "What's the matter . . . haven't had a good fuck. You just need to show off your tits a little bit more honey," she said as she reached up and grabbed Jonny's boob, sending a shot of pleasure through his middle-aged female body. "There's my girl," Jonny said with a smile as he saw the Molly personality dominate inside Allison's body.

Jonny stepped back and concentrated as his body shifted again. Within seconds, he had returned to his ordinary male form and had advanced upon the sexy Molly Mounds, who lay upon the floor. He put his hands on her cheeks as his eyes reddened again, and so did hers. "You're going to be my plaything, Molly, and you're going to love it," he declared. As his powers subsided, Jonny looked happily upon his new creation.

A couple seconds later, Jonny and his new **** exited the room and began to walk farther down the hallway as Jonny sought his next conquest.