Jess's teacher changes before her eyes

Jess was almost to her class when she felt the familiar rush. She barely had enough time to grab hold of the wall for support when she heard Kevin’s voice echoing into her head.

“I wish Brad had a micropenis less than two inches long when hard, with a hair trigger so sensitive he’ll cum in his pants whenever a girl he finds hot does so much as tease him with their bodies. And I wish that while this change is retroactive, he has somehow managed to hide his micropenis from everyone else until now, and that he’ll slip up the next time he is in the locker room with his team or having sex with a girl, whichever comes first.”

For once Jess was grateful for the cock in her mouth as it held back her moan. Her knees buckled and her thighs clenched together and Jess felt her pussy clench, another spurt of her juices trickling down her thighs again. After her recent orgasm this wish almost hurt from her sensitivity and Jess shook from pleasurable after-tremors.

It took her a moment though to realize the actual wording of the wish and Jess cringed, feeling like she’d just been punched in the gut. Kevin had just wished away Brad’s cock. Sure she hadn’t slept with Brad, yet. But Jess had been fantasizing about getting hot and heavy with the star quarterback for years, she’d built entire dreams in her head around them being homecoming king and queen together – and now…

Jess mewled into the cock in her mouth, shuddering in pity. She knew he wouldn’t know any different but to her, as much as she hated to admit it to herself, knowing Brad would just cum in his pants the second he saw her – Jess knew she didn’t want or need that embarrassment…

Goddammit Kevin, what did Brad ever do to you?!

With a groan, Jess flopped around the corner, her legs wobbly as she crossed the hall and managed, with a merciful snort of air through her nose, to make it to Miss Littlewood’s literature classroom.

Miss Littlewood was Jess’s favorite teacher – She was maybe in her late twenties, but from her youthful demeanor, strawberry blonde hair and slender figure she seemed even younger. She was sweet, rarely got angry and Jess liked her especially because she let her sit next to Tiffany and Sam.

She gave Jess a friendly smile as she entered, nodding the gagged girl into the room where the rest of the class were still arriving. Tiffany waved her over to sit beside her, giving Jess a curious look as she came close, “Were you avoiding me and Sam earlier?”

Jess took her seat, a delicate snort of air escaping her lips as her slick bare ass and sex came into contact with the cool plastic seat again. Her lips curled against the end of the dildo as she gave her friend a blank look. After a moment Jess let out a series of muffled little moans as she tried to indicate for Tiffany to reach across the row and remove her gag.

After several seconds the raven-haired girl got the message, but shook her head with a confused frown, “Oh. No, just shake or nod your head.”

Jess stared back in muted disbelief.

Tiffany rolled her eyes, “Jess we’re friends, but that doesn’t mean I want to hear what you have to say,” she said simply, as though the idea of un-gagging Jess was actually offensive to their friendship.

If Jess’s mouth wasn’t already held wide open by the cock shoved inside it, she’d have sat in open-mouthed shock at what Tiffany had just said.

From the front of the class Miss Littlewood coughed, drawing attention, “Settle down everyone.”

Tiffany turned away from Jess with a shrug to pay attention and the gagged blonde reluctantly did the same, her cheeks crimson – all she had to do was get through this one class while sucking on a cock…

Lesson learned, Jess thought to herself bitterly, thanks Kevin.

Jess glanced anxiously at Sam’s empty desk, where was she now…?

“So today we’re really going to expand on the symbolism in Hawthorne’s The Scarlett Letter – and I want you to pay particular attention to the pearl and… Oh, Samantha, just in time…”

The redhead smiled apologetically, “I’m sorry I’m late Miss Littlewood, I was helping Kevin.”

Jess snorted but the teacher simply laughed, “Of course, I know your time isn’t always your own.”

The gagged blonde blinked back shock, giving Samantha a curious look as she approached. The red-head returned her look with a smile as she slid into her seat and pulled out her books, her eyes going straight to the board.

Jess tried to join the rest of the class in paying attention – if she ignored her bottomless state, skimpy uniform, pussy juice soaked thighs and the cock in her mouth – she could almost pretend it was a normal lesson…

“I wish any teacher at this school that isn't an attractive woman under 35 would become one."

“mmmph!” Jess moaned into her gag, her thighs clenching together and eyelids fluttering. Her mind started to race; she felt the pleasure ripple and she could focus just enough to snort out in panic at what the fuck Kevin had just done. In alarm she looked up at Miss Littlewood, grateful that her young age had spared her the indignity of being changed by Kevin’s whims against her knowledge or will – but Jess didn’t want to imagine what it had done to the rest of the faculty.

She caught Tiffany and a few other students turning to glance in her direction and Jess slunk lower in her seat, trying to control her breathing through her nose and calm down. As Miss Littlewood continued to pace across the front of the room, Jess felt the familiar rush again and she whimpered, trying to hold back the wave this time.

“I wish that all of the teachers at this school wore incredibly sexy outfits that are in some way themed or otherwise related to the subject they are teaching.”

Kevin! No!

The blushing blonde dug her teeth into the rubbery dildo and tried to hold her breath, suppressing the little cry of pleasure that exploded inside her. With her eyes shut Jess didn’t see the change happen but by the time she dared to blink them open again Jess could only stare in alarm at what Kevin had done to Miss Littlewood…