What's Andrew been up to?

Andrew rushed across campus, trying to hide his boner. He kept touching the scripts in his pocket, as though they might disappear. He quickly let himself into the math building and unlocked Professor Levinson's office.

It was dark and empty, just as it had been when they left. "Come out from under the desk and stand," he said, and the golem did as he said. The unthinkingly stunning body of his professor crawled across the floor and stood, staring past him vacantly.

Andrew examined her, fascinated and aroused. He put a hand on her face and she didn't react. He put his finger in her mouth and felt around. It felt like a normal human mouth, the tongue sitting limp under his probing fingers. He pulled back his hand and her mouth closed with a pop.

"Jesus," he said softly. "Look at you."

The golem immediately craned her neck down to look at her own body. He jumped, startled by the movement, then laughed at his own foolishness.

"Jump," he said, and the things complied. His eyes tracked her generous chest as she did so.

"Take off your bra and then jump repeatedly."

The professor slowly and methodically unbuttoned her shirt before shrugging it of to reveal simple black brassiere. She unhooked this from the back and let it fall to the floor, then began to jump. Her breasts bounced crazily, and Andrew wondered if it would hurt for a normal person.

"Stop," he commanded, and she did, her tits coming to rest a few seconds later. This was fun, but he needed to talk to the professor. His version of her.

With two fingers on her forehead, he spoke and she collapsed. He fished out the modified professor script and placed it on her tongue. With another touch and a word, she was climbing to her feet.

Erica stood, rubbing her head woozily. She looked down and was startled to see she was topless, then looked up and was equally startled to see her student watching her.

"Well, well," she said with a hint of playful sarcasm, "it looks like you've been busy, Andrew."