Turning Back the Clock

As fun as it sounds to mess with Professor Collins' head, I am really curious to know what she looked like back in her (presumable) prime. Sure, I'd be losing out on her current hot body, but the temptation of what I might end up with is just too enticing. And given how boring and dull she is most of the time, I also think having a bit more youthful energy could do her some good if she's going to be a cheerleader. My only real concern is that doing this might cause her to lose that god-tier ass. That would be a genuinely heartbreaking loss. Still, I think I'm going to take the risk.

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TAKE IT FROM THE TOP

For a brief moment, I'm confused when I don't see any text pop up saying I finished Louisa's transformation, but then I remember that was only her third attribute. She's not the only one who's behind either. Hopefully, it won't take too long for her and the others to get their final attributes.

Putting away the remote, I steel myself to go inside. I'm a bit worried about how this will go, but it should still be a while before any other students get to class, so with any luck, I should at least be able to make some progress. If nothing else, I want to figure out what's been going on with her. She's certainly been an enigma recently.

I slowly put my hand on the door before opening it and stepping inside. The instant I do, Collins perks up and turns to look at me with surprising speed.

"Oh, hi! I wasn't expecting anyone to-" her face falls as soon as she realizes who just came in. "Oh. It's you. Um... hey, Matt..."

She turns back to her desk, returning to her weird funk as she does so. Damn. That was cold. I know I'm not exactly everyone's favorite guy, but that was just plain rude. It's also a bit of a weird reaction. If anything, I would have expected her to get even more antsy when I came in, given what happened on Thursday. But instead, she just seems... disappointed? As if she was hoping I was someone else.

I walk over to my seat, keeping an eye on Professor Collins the entire time. She does her best to avoid eye contact, though I'm sure she can feel me staring at her. No matter how hard I look, I can't tell any visible difference in her appearance. Guess I was right. It's going to take a bit for her to body to change. Perhaps that's just the nature of physical attributes. Most likely, if Daisy's first attribute was any indication, she'll look completely different the next time I see her.

As I sit at my desk, I contemplate what I should say. In retrospect, perhaps I should have come in with a plan. With the awkward tension in the air, it's difficult to come up with any good openers. After giving it a bit of thought, I decide that the best strategy is to wait. Not forever, mind you. I still want to get this done before anyone else comes in, but there's still plenty of time.

What exactly I'm waiting for is unclear. Maybe I'm looking for a moment where Collins lowers her guard. Maybe I want to see if she'll say something before me. I'm not sure, but I do think I'll know it when I see it. And then I can-

Sniff, sniff...

Woah! I just got hit by an insanely strong smell. A smell that I've grown quite accustomed too over the past few weeks. No mistaking it. That's the stench of arousal. Though I don't know if I've ever smelled it to quite this level of intensity. Not after making the masochist slut squirt all over the floor. Not after one of Amy's hardcore workouts. Hell, I don't even know if Violet's pussy has ever smelled like this. The closest frame of reference I have was walking into Christina's room, but that was more of a general musk, not just arousal. Is... is that coming from Professor Collins?

After giving the air a few more sniffs, Louisa begins to look embarrassed in addition to everything else she's going through now. I guess that answers that question. She clearly knows that I can smell her from here. How the hell can she be that horny though? Did having her students touch her get her more worked up than I thought? Or maybe she really has been giving herself pep talks. Whatever it is, perhaps this is the sign I was looking for.

"Uh... Professor..?" I ask, still not sure how to start.

...

Nothing.

She obviously heard me, but she refuses to respond, or even look at me for that matter. Well, that didn't work. I guess I shouldn't be that surprised.

I spend the next few minutes just watching my teacher to try and get a better idea of how she's feeling. Besides horny, I mean. Man, I still can't believe that. There was a time I wondered if Professor Collins even had a sex drive. If you saw her now though, you'd think she'd do anything for some dick. And yet... she still refuses to show any interest in me. She repeatedly looks over at the door, as if she's waiting for someone else to come in. I can't tell if she's hoping for a specific person, or if it's that she just wants anyone but me.

With each passing second, I can feel the tension building. Louisa's fidgets get more and more pronounced. Beads of sweat continue to form on her forehead. At one point, she even stands up and starts to pace around a bit. And to think, there's still so much time left before class starts. It's like she's a ticking time bomb, getting closer and closer to exploding. Until finally...

"Goddamn it. I... I can't take it anymore..." she mutters under her breath before looking at me. "Matt... do you think the two of us could step out for a moment? There's something we need to discuss in private."

Her voice is absolutely dripping with sexuality as she says those words. And yet, there is still a bit of **** to them. Obviously, this is my chance to get some more information. And since she made me wait so long, I also might as well tease her a little.

"What do you mean, Professor?" I ask in fake innocence.

"C-come on, Matt. You know what I'm talking about. Listen, I'm sorry I was ignoring you. A-and... I'm sorry I refused you back on Thursday. I just didn't want to... um... well... never mind. Please, just help me out here..."

She's... apologizing? Huh. Can't say I expected that. Still, I feel like she was about to let something slip. Maybe if I just push a little more...

"I don't know, Professor Collins... You were pretty rude to-"

"I want you, Matt. God, I want you so bad right now. Is that what you want to hear? I can use more graphic vocabulary if you'd prefer. Hell, I'll get on my knees and beg if you want. Just... please... I feel like I'm about to go insane," she tells me desperately.

Okay, maybe this isn't the time for being coy. This woman is clearly having a breakdown right now. I never knew she had this side to her. As much as I do want to know what's going on, I also recognize that she's basically throwing herself at me. And that is pretty much what I wanted. Alright, fine. There will always be time for questions later. For now, I'm ready to finally fuck this woman. This may be my only opportunity to while she looks like this, after all.

"Follow me," is all I respond with.

The look of relief on Collins' face makes me feel like some kind of hero who's saving the day. A pretty nice feeling, not gonna lie. I stand up and walk over to the door, with my math teacher following closely behind. As I get closer to her, I realize that the crotch of her shorts are absolutely drenched. Looking back at the chair behind her desk, I see a similarly impressive pool of liquid. My god. She really is horny. No wonder she's having such a rough day.

I lead Collins out of the room and down the hall. Eventually, after multiple twists and turns, we end up in a completely different building. A few times, Collins asks where we're going, but this time, it's my turn to give her the silent treatment. Soon enough though, we arrive at our destination: the closet dungeon. With the nameless cumdump not working here anymore, there's really not much reason to have this place here. At some point, I'll need to pack up all this stuff before someone stumbles across it. But I figured it might be nice to get one more use out of it.

Upon entering the room, Louisa's jaw understandably drops.

"What the..." She says as she steps inside and I lock the door behind her. "Actually, you know what? I don't even care. I can't wait anymore. Get your clothes off."

Louisa immediately begins ripping her clothing off like a wild animal. Getting to finally see her big tits and enormous ass without any obstructions is truly an transcendent experience. To think that I'm really about to put my hands on that body without anything getting in the way.

Once she's naked, she glares at me, wondering why I'm not stripping yet. Not wanting to mess things up now, I quickly get to work. As I expose my cock she starts at it with wide eyes, not looking anywhere else. Part of her looks insatiably hungry for it, but there's also a part of her that looks... unsure.

"I can't believe I'm about to do this... but I have to have something inside of me right now. I don't care what it is anymore," she says before nearly pouncing on me.

She doesn't bother with any foreplay, which is a bit unusual, though I guess she's already plenty wet as is. Instead, she pulls me over to a small table and throws me down onto it. She then quickly climbs on top of me and begins to line herself up with my cock. Honestly, there's something a little worrying about how fast all of this is happening. It's really does feel like she can't control herself anymore. Not to mention that I still have no idea what happened to her between Thursday and now.

Ring-ring!

Instantly, Louisa freezes. The entire room goes silent for a moment. All I can hear are Louisa's heavy breathes and my own heartbeat. Why did she stop? She's horny enough to not even bothering with any kissing, but a ringing phone stops her? What is up with this woman?

Ring-ring!

There it is again. I look up at Louisa to see a strange look on her face. She almost looks... scared. Shockingly, after all of that, she lowers herself from the table and walks over to the pile of clothes on the floor. Okay, now I'm really confused. Does this woman want to fuck or not? I hop off the table myself and approach her from behind as she pulls her phone out of the pile. I glance over her shoulder, curious to know who could possibly be important enough to snap Louisa out of whatever kind of feral state she was just in. As she turns the phone over, I get a clear view of the caller ID.

Phoebe Suzuki

Wait a second... isn't that...?

"Shit... It's my wife..." Louisa mutters though her teeth.

Oh. My. God.