Your first day as a college junior is the same as any other semester, and you’re exhausted by the time your last class of the day begins. Ms Huff, your geometry professor is a lot more sexual than you expected, and you’re awoken by feelings of lust toward her.
“We disguise this class every year as something else, usually some boring math course... No geometry will be taught here though, this is Swap Class!” Ms Huff beams, followed by silence as you and your fellow students try to figure out what she means.
She explains that the nature of such a class would have certain people avoiding it entirely, while others would attend Swap Class every semester. The college hides it in the regular course of classes, so every student goes through it as intended and nobody ever repeats.
You must swap sexes with someone to pass the class, that’s why there’s an equal number of girls and boys. She then apologizes, because coincidentally her daughter is in the class this year. A smoking hot nerdy freshman stands up with a giggle, waving to her mom and making every guy in the room shift in their seat.
“The more you blend into your new life the higher your grade, and some of your new body’s hormones just might help with that! I’ve drawn raffles for everyone, so if you just open the envelope under your seat you’ll see your partner’s name and instantly swap with them.” Ms Huff says cheerfully, clapping her hands together as everyone checks their letters simultaneously.
Before your jaw can even drop the words ‘Lizzy Huff’ ring loudly in your head, and in the blink of an eye you’re sitting in front of the room. The first new thing to hit you is an empty hunger, and you feel like you haven't eaten in days! Then you look down to see a big half eaten bag of Doritos, and realize your belly is full and even slightly bloated.
So why are you so hungry??? A tap on the shoulder answers your question as you turn around to look up at your old body, and a surging desire to grind and hump suddenly overwhelms your thoughts. The cravings centralize in your crotch as a rush of hormones overwhelm your senses, and you become aware of throbbing virgin folds that beg to be separated by your former foot long manhood.
“I know a place to talk in private, being a teacher’s child has privileges…” Your old body whispers in your ear, making your knees weak as you grab his muscular arm to follow him.
You reach a janitor’s closet and sneak in, giggling as your old body turns on the light to reveal a mini bedroom. His pants tent up as you pose on the bed seductively, turning you on even more as your folds gush into the bed. The smooth sheet tickles your exposed thighs as you wiggle, whimpering as a final tidal wave of hormones almost makes you pass out.
You slowly snap out of your lustful haze as your former cock finally comes out, and hesitate as your hand fondles the throbbing dripping rod. Your old body suddenly stammers apologizes, seeming to snap out of his aroused haze before running out the door. You then get up from the bed and leave the closet, your new address ringing in your head as you leave the campus.
It’s hard to walk in such a small skirt, especially when you feel compelled to act like a slutty teenager. Every guy you pass seems to know you, and a few even plant kisses that surprise you and make you blush with arousal. You celebrate upon finally getting to the address that is your new home, and run up to your new room hoping to avoid your new slutty mom. Locking the door doesn’t seem to do anything though, cuz your mom barges right in wearing a blue leotard.
“So let’s set things straight.” She says very bluntly, “As you can probably guess I’m a witch, but ‘daughter’ is really just a word we use to normalize relationships around mortals. You’re not my daughter as you understand the word, rather my sex slave that I can shape into anything I please. Refer to me as mistress, and be a little bimbo doll for me…”
You want to ask what she means, but find yourself unable to speak as an odd twisting contorts your entire body. After a few seconds sweet moans unintentionally escape you, and you feel plump lips smack together as cleavage you never had bounces in your tight onesie. You run to the mirror and almost faint, more astonished by your new beauty than the fact that you’re now a witch’s sex slave.
Your skin feels exponentially more sensitive, and you can’t help but caress and undress yourself as a desire to kiss your mistress builds. She laughs as your eyes glaze over with desire, and a steady stream of drool falls from your bottom lip as mistress turns your outfit into an exact copy of her’s. You beg for her touch, but she instead conjures your former body.
“Get him off, and I’ll get you off.” She says, smirking as you remember that the attraction to your cock from the janitor’s closet is still gone.
You sit next to the musky man, trying to act turned on so he could get hard for you. Your desperation for mistress’s touch makes you reach out for the cock next to you, but the thought of stroking a man almost makes you vomit. Mistress laughs evilly as you hold the veiny shaft, your small hand shaking as you slowly stroke the large member.
Suddenly a hand grabs your head, and your palm lands on your former body’s thigh as your eyes are brought toward his lap. You open your mouth to scream out in protest, but instead your plump lips wrap around the throbbing member. Your mom lets your head up a bit before pushing it back down, and you choke on the throbbing meat in your mouth as a hand slowly crawls behind you.
You’re powerless to stop anything going on, too weak to move an inch on your own will as precum coats your tongue. Your pussy drips into the couch as a vein bulges into your mouth, and you urgently try to let your mom know that you don’t want to swallow.
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She just lets out a relieved sigh, and holds your head down firmly as your throat fills with warm, salty goodness. The taste overwhelms your mind with euphoric glee and you squeal in bliss, vibrating the man’s cock and sending another geyser of cum down your throat.
“I didn’t even have to command you to do any of that, I’m so proud!! I’m gonna transform myself into whatever woman you want, cuz you’re such a wonderful girl!” Mistress laughs, instantly swelling into the busty milf of your dreams.
You feel an extreme attraction to her, but after drinking all that cum you crave penetration. Mistress smirks as her boobs inflate, and she brings you to the bedroom with your old body for more space.
With the foreplay already performed, mistress instructs the half nude man to lie down face up. You carefully climb into his lap, whimpering as you sink down to impale your virgin folds on his perfect cock. Mistress grinds her hips into the nightstand as you bounce, and she passionately grabs both breasts as you spread your ass cheeks wide to fill yourself even more. Your melodic voices harmonize as your teenage squeals combine with mistress’s luscious moans, but your voice goes up another level as your womanhood gets filled with cum for the first time.
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Your stomach quickly fills and bloats as a satiated fullness dampens your movements, and you feel your chest bounce heavier and looser with each hop as you milk your old cock clean. Mistress teases you as she morphs your swelling body, giving you wider hips than her own that make it hard to stand straight. You ask her to change you back as your expanding hips are forced to bend, but she just laughs and claps her hands together.
“Making me caress my body won’t make me- Oooo…” You trail off in arousal, “No! Please don’t do this!” You beg as your body dances seductively.
“You want me to command you be happy and sexy? Maybe I’ll do that…” Mistress trails off with an evil smirk, making you jolt and move even more seductively.
A sexy smile crawls across your face as you continue to beg for your petite body back, and you see your old cock get hard out of the corner of your eye.
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Mistress commands that after riding him one more time you’re to go to sleep, and wake up in the teen body of your dreams. You’ll act like the perfect freshman slut, just like your body had before you occupied it.
The next morning you wake up with a head full of mush, unable to remember anything from the previous day till an extreme lust hits your loins. You grab for your crotch, gasping as your hands hit a flat surface that sends bolts of arousal up your spine. The next hour is spent in a haze, dressing yourself and applying makeup in a hurry.
“You look amazing… I’ll see you for your last class!” Your mom laughs, kissing your forehead and handing you your bag.
The day is a blur or false memories and sexual instincts, your mind slowly falling into your body’s slutty role by the time your mom’s class starts. Her class is pretty boring and you definitely regret signing up for geometry, but every guy and girl are so sexy!! You spend most of the time focused on everyone’s bodies, too horny to hear a word of what your mom says as she dismisses the class. On your way out you can’t help but stop one of the guys, you don’t even ask his name before grabbing his hand and taking him to an empty stairwell.
Five minutes and two orgasms later you’re dripping in cum, nude and wishing you’d gotten a few more guys to follow you.
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You shower off in the locker room, unable to move without provoking more arousing thoughts. You strut home confidently in a slutty outfit, basking in the stares and comments of all the men you pass.
When you get home your mom presses her palm to your forehead, and suddenly you feel like an idiot standing in a skimpy outfit.
“You bitch!! You made me drink all that cum, and- o my god…” You trail off rubbing your bum, your ass still sore from the pounding it had last night.
“Guess you’ll get your revenge after this semester, huh?” The witch asks with a laugh, tapping your nose playfully and causing a mini explosion of euphoria right between your eyes. “I’m obviously joking, it’s impossible to get revenge on such a powerful being! And you should be careful with your words Missy, another outburst and you could be looking at another semester of this!”