Dean Deimos

"SO...MR....Saint IS IT?" a voice that sounds like it is being trumpeted by a war horn on the final battle of good and evil bellows down at you. You cringe in your over sized chair and strain yourself to see a towering, ten foot tall demon with dark, arterial spray colored crimson skin, animalistic, yet authoritative features, and a bulky body rippling with muscles and pale scars. You whimper instinctively, still shamefully naked and feeling terrified and ****.

"HMMPH...YOU HALF HUMANS ARE PATHETIC. BUT, WE WILL DO OUR BEST TO TEACH YOU...EVEN THOUGH YOU WILL PROBABLY END UP THE DORM BITCH, FULFILLING ALL THE FILTHIEST FANTASIES OF THE FULL BLOODS." You realize with a start that your ability to take on the form of a person...or creature's deepest, darkest fantasy could take a twisted turn at an all boys school.

As if to emphasize the point, Dean Deimos' blazing eyes lock onto you and suddenly your skin grows lighter, almost pink...your hair grows longer, also platinum blonde...your breasts balloon out and your nipples throb with need. Your waist sucks in while your hips widen and your ass swells so much it pushes you up in the chair. The worst of the transformation is internal. Somehow you know your asshole will now stretch to perfectly take his monster cock. Worse...it wants to...

"MAYBE I SHOULD GIVE YOU YOUR UNIFORM NOW. IT HELPS YOU RESIST THE CHANGES BROUGHT ON BY FANTASIES. THAT IS, UNLESS YOU'D RATHER I TAKE YOU ON MY DESK LIKE ONE OF MY WAR PRIZES OF OLD?"