Rob Goes Back To Class

Before getting a tour of his new place and adding a new bimbo to his harem, but the day after taking Kamala home and adding her to his harem, Rob returned to his second ever day as a teacher, now armed with knowledge, confidence, and a new attitude to his mission of turning these innocent schoolgirls into his obedient sex slaves.

Of course, he wasn't the only one returning with a new perspective on things. Kamala Khan, too, was armed with a new attitude. And plenty of other new "assets", too.

"Hell, Kamala! What are you doing!?" America Chavez exclaimed as her friend and teammate entered the classroom.

"Just trying out a new look."

With her newly embiggened physique, Kamala obviously no longer fit in her uniform, but Rob adamantly denied her a new uniform, telling her to make do with her new body, or to shrink back down. To that end, Kamala ditched her too-small bra and her sweatervest, unbuttoned her blouse and tied it off at the end, showing off her newfound valley of brown flesh cleavage, as well as her smooth, toned tummy and midriff. Her skirt didn't need such modification, but it now rode high on her and flared out from her wide hips, so that she flashed everyone with her bootylicious behind, as well as her Captain Marvel panties.

"You look like a slut." America said, bluntly and disdainfully, but Kamala took it as a sincere compliment.

"Thanks!" She smiled, earning a baffled reaction from America and the other girls in the class. But, before anymore discussion could be had, Rob entered and called for order.

"Okay, ladies, take your seats, please." He said and the girls did as told, his authority and control already seared into them after just one day of class. "We have a busy day ahead of us, and smut doesn't create itself."

The girls all settled in, some still uncomfortable at Rob's comments and the purpose of the class. But that all was quashed when Rob started up the introduction-induction video from the prior class, washing the classroom in a blast of colours and assaulting the students' minds with an array of hypnotic suggestions. All of the girls froze before the brainwashing video, listening intently and staring with dazed, slack-jawed expressions, consumed by the flashing imagery and the soft, commanding voice. All except Kamala, who was beaming from ear to ear as she felt herself be washed away by her Master's power once more.

Rob looped the video twice before turning it off, addressing his classroom of zonked, mush-brained girls. "Now, we'll be continuing our work on anatomy from last class, but before that happens, as an incentive to you all, the top student is going to get a special seat and personal instruction from me. And right now, our top student is... Kamala Khan."

Kamala, the only girl not in a mindless trance, happily skipped to the front of the classroom and her new seat: Rob's lap. She rubbed her butt on his hard, throbbing cock, already anticipating when class was over. He responded by squeezing her fat tits and kissing her neck. "Oooh... you're so bad Master - I mean, Mister Daily" Kamala cooed. None of the girls even so much as stirred when exposed to his blatant flirting, just silently staring off into space, eyes and mouths wide agape.

Eventually, the girls all regained their faculties and joined in on the lesson, following Rob's instruction with nary a complaint or comment. Every now and then, though, a cagey eye would be drawn to the front of the class whenever Kamala let out a flirtatious giggle or lustful gasp, thoroughly enjoying her position as teacher's pet and the new seat that came with it. However, no one had the ability to make any sort of objection.

Class flew by, the bell ringing and calling for lunch, with all the students - save Kamala - quickly making their exit. However, once again, Rob asked for one of the girls to stay behind to "discuss" certain things with them. While more than happy to keep playing the long game, Rob still decided he could have a bit of fun with his students, specifically picking one to join him at the end of class each day to get some good student-teacher one-on-one time with a few of the lasses that caught his eye. He wasn't going to bring them home like he did with Kamala, this was more about personal enjoyment than creating a new adoring ****.

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Tuesday

Luz squirmed helplessly, as Rob fully hilted himself inside her, his full girth stretchy her insides in ways that were slightly painful and distressingly enjoyable. She rested atop his lap, Rob's big hands on her slender hips, but what really held Luz in place was Kamala stretched out like a piece of Silly Putty and entwined through and around Luz's limbs, pinning her arms behind and above her head, then snaking down to hook herself around Luz's ankles, effectively hogtieing the young witchling in place.

But, while he was balls deep inside Luz's wonderful pussy, most of Rob's attention was directed at her perfectly sized, heavenly shaped, heavy and round boobs. Mashing his face into them and motorboating without a care in the world, sucking and slobbering, biting on hard, dark nipples. Rob had played with a lot of breasts in recent days, and while this Luz was smaller than the girls in his harem (still well-endowed, but certainly smaller), he simply adored her exquisite C-cups. The scent of her flesh, their warmth, their softness and springiness, how they sat on her otherwise slender frame... just perfection incarnate.

Rob pulled away from Luz's chest for a moment, flashing her a lusty grin and saying, "Now how does a nice young lady like you end up with a rack this good?"

Luz continued to squirm, Kamala sidling up next to her with her distended neck, landing a few kisses on the trapped girl's cheek. "G-good genetics, I guess...?" She managed to say, breathing heavily, eyes clouded over with lust and confusion.

"Then I should schedule a meeting with Mama Noceda," Rob replied, "and give her my 'regards'."

Quickly returning to the comfort of her chest, Rob's hips buck as he willed himself to cum, flooding Luz's snatch with his seed. Luz whimpered and mewled softly, as she continued to withstand the tag-team ****, but also found her body grinding and grooving to the beat of Rob's affection, a quivering smile passing her lips as he took one of her nipples into his mouth.

Wednesday

Rob leaned back, groaning and sighing, hands resting atop the heads of Kamala and Tsuyu. Both girls were on their knees, topless, covered in drying spunk from Rob's previous ejaculations, drooling and moaning, slobbering all over the place, as their tongues were all the way out their mouths. And by all the way out, Tsuyu's frog-like tongue was fully extended, coiled tightly around Rob's cock, with Kamala using her powers to morph her tongue into a similar thin and malleable muscle. Literally, all the way out.

The entirety of Rob's cock, from root to stem, was covered by the double helix of tongue, overlapping pink flesh coated with drool and a bit of semen, slipping and sliding up and down the twitching rod. Rob grunted from the strange, wonderful sensation of the double tongue-job, spraying another load of cum all over the girls, Kamala making a cute little trilling noise, while Tsuyu shuddered from the alien sensation, as they were both painted white.

"Wonderful job, girls..." Rob panted, as the two retracted their tongues. "Especially you, Tsuyu." He gave an affection look to the frog girl. "That tongue was made for kissing, sucking, and licking. A bit more training, and you'll be a real pro."

"Thank you, sir..." Tsuyu croaked, her throat dry, but also her head swirling from Rob's general power. She clenched her thighs together, her entire body hot and bothered. "And please, call me Tsu..."

Thursday

Makoto gasped. She couldn't believe what was happening! Her teacher had her pinned down against her desk, bent over at the waist, her tights were ripped open and he was... he was... he was-

He was fucking her ass!

His hard, throbbing cock was plunged into the depths of her anus, while Kamala Khan - the quiet girl who now looked like a busty slut - was underneath Makoto, her tongue exploring the insides of the Japanese girl's pussy. Makoto's body tensed up, every muscle and tendon tight and ready to spring into action, but she couldn't find it in herself to fight back, to even scream in defiance, her thoughts slipping from her mind with every meaty slap of thigh-on-ass.

Rob had both hands on the ample derriere of the serious girl, grunting with effort to move inside the tight canal of her ass. "I'll spare you the tight-ass joke, Makoto. I'm sure you hear it all the time." Rob said, in between effortful grunts and thrusts. "But it really is a marvelous ass you have here. It was meant to be pounded from behind, and I'm happy to be your first."

Makoto whimpered, before letting out a strained, **** noise, Rob taking a hand to pin her hand to the desktop. It hurt so bad, both the physical act and knowing that she had been overpowered and violated. But the worst part was, the pain was lessening, turning from a sharp, searing jolt to a dull, almost familiar throbbing. And, much to Makoto's shame, pulses of pleasure were starting to seep in...

Friday

Rob lay on his back on the classroom floor with not one, but two Kamala Khans atop him. One - his busty, naughty teacher's pet - was straddling his face, whipping her head about wildly and screaming in primal pleasure as her master ate her out. Kamala number two resembled how the Pakistani girl formerly looked, flat and slender, and was riding atop Rob's cock, her face screwed up in concentration, in the feeble attempt to resist the pleasure Rob could bring these fictional girls. That pitiful look Rob had been seeing all week, and that he loved to destroy.

The pace of the second, flatter Kamala quickened, bucking up and down on Rob's hip, an almost crazed smile starting to break through the faintly focused expression, her aching pussy gushing and spurting cum with every cycle. Eventually, she hilted herself atop the cock, feeling an explosion of cum fill herself, causing the Kamala clone to let out a long, deeply satisfying moan, before collapsing, falling off of Rob, hot white seed spilling from her pussy.

Rob soon finished off with the real Kamala, sitting up in time to watch the imposter change. Her hair turned from brown to red, skin from brown to green, freckles sprouting on her face, as Kamala Khan became the alien form of Miss Martian AKA Megan Morse AKA M'gann M'orzz.

"What do you think, sir?" Kamala said, nuzzling with Rob as they sat, watching Megan writhe on the floor in a post-orgasm high. "How did it feel fucking an alien?"

"Great!" Rob declared, eyes sparkling as they also watched Megan. Her shapeshifting ability was ripe for exploitation as a sex ****. She could literally become anyone he wanted - even copies of his other girls, as she just proved! "Between you, her, and Tsu, I think I'm getting addicted to fucking girls with superpowers. The others are going to really have to step up their game if vanilla sex is going to keep it's appeal."

Megan gave Rob a drunken smile, registering his words as a compliment, however lewd and possessive it might be.

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During his off-time away from class, away from making bimbos and fucking his slaves, Rob was working on a project of his own, something to really put the screws to the girls in his class and push them further and further to the edge. Come Friday, before asking Megan behind for some shapeshifting shenanigans, he announced to his students, "Now, for the weekend, I have a homework assignment for all of you. I'd like you to try a pin-up of yourself. It can be as explicit as you'd like, but, whether it's raunchy or not, make sure it's beautiful and sexy. I want you girls to draw yourselves at your absolute best.

"Also, I'll be sending you girls a video tutorial tonight. I would like you to watch the tutorial before you do your pin-up. Make absolutely sure you watch this, understood?"

The girls mumbled their affirmations before filing out, Rob knowing his authority and the repeated hypnotic video viewings would guarantee they follow his orders to the letter.

A short while later, after he had his fun with Kamala and Megan, Rob looked out the window wistfully. Kamala was still about, slavishly clinging to his leg and rubbing her cheek against his thigh, but she was otherwise quiet, allowing her master time to think and reflect.

He had been busy this week, between classes, working on his project, moving houses, obtaining his new cars and furniture, and attending to his harem. Outside of Cynthia - a random chance, not a planned hunt - he hadn't added to said harem since Kamala at the start of the week, and was hankering to find some more girls.

But, where to look? He figured anywhere he went, he would find some fictional beauties to ensnare and enslave, but the city was a big place, with plenty of opportunity. If he met Nami and Tifa at a bar, reason would stand he could meet another bartender or waitress if he went out to eat. He could go out to the theatre or a concert maybe, find an actress or singer to play with. He could hit the gym, overpower some muscle mommies and Amazons. Rob was sure the club scene could provide him with plenty of sluts to claim. Even trawling down on the beach could net him some sexy, sunny bikini babes.

Rob affectionately pet Kamala on the head. So many places, so many women, so little time...