Chapter Two

“Lexxi dear, can you deliver last week’s attendance report?”

I sighed as Max Clarke’s voice sounded through the intercom speaker on my compact reception desk. The asshole had destroyed my last relationship when he slept with my long-time girlfriend. He used to be my best friend if you can believe it.

“Lexxi? Did you get that?”

“Yes, Sir. Right away,” I chirped in my new soft, high-pitched tone. I had taken a job at the rundown Stonebridge Community College in search of a fresh start. However, I mistakingly made an errant wish to a genie on Tinder, and now found myself looking and acting like a young blond vapid bimbo. To make matters worse, Max was now my boss.

I pick up the papers and head to Max’s office, softly knocking on the door before entering. He whistled as he watched me step inside and close the office door. “My, my, Lexxi, I always forget how stunning you look,” he commented. “Such a great outfit.”

I was wearing a white sleeveless boob tube top, showing off the top half of my spherical basketball-sized breasts, and revealing my cute slim stomach. The top was accompanied by a pastel pink mid-thigh length miniskirt and white fishnet stockings. 6” stiletto platform stripper heels adorned my feet to complete the slutty appearance.

I absently giggled at his comment,  which broadened his smile even further. “Wow, if I’d have known that you would have been part of the package, I would have accepted the job when they offered it to me months ago.” He said.

I parted my glossy painted lips and gasped. Max was offered this role months ago? That meant the college had highlighted and headhunted my arrogant ex-best friend before they approached me. The revelation hit me like a ton of bricks.

However, what alarmed me more than that was how I acted around him. I couldn’t seem to escape the facade of a ditsy girl with a subtle crush on her boss. I absently twirled my platinum hair as he stared at me.

I handed my rotten boss the file, his eyes lingering on my impressive chest as I peered over. He nodded. “Thank you, Lexxi. You can get back to work,” he said dismissively with a devious grin on his face. The womanizing cheater enjoyed having power over people; that much was obvious.

I scurried out of his office as fast as my stripper shoes would take me, only able to catch my breath once I had escaped his vicinity. I tottered down the corridor and slipped inside the women’s bathroom, free from the leering stares of male colleagues and students.

I pressed against the bathroom sink and stared at myself in the mirror; I was gorgeous. From the well-maintained silky blond hair to the innocent blue eyes, with pencil-thin dark eyebrows, portraying a perpetually surprised expression. My plush, glossy pink cocksucking lips would have given me an instant boner if my cock hadn’t been cruelly taken away.

Lost in my own beauty, I barely noticed the restroom door opening and three students walking in. Nicole Carling grinned when she saw me and propped herself up on the counter. “You’re Lexxi, right? Mr Clarke’s new secretary?” She asked. Nicole and her dimwitted followers were previously in my class, although why they were there always baffled me. They were more interested in checking Instagram and gossiping about who was kissing who than they had ever been in calculus.

“Umm, yeah, totally,” I bumbled out. Why couldn’t I just be left alone?

The young, attractive redhead smiled and nodded to one of her friends. Her brunette friend took a packet of cigarettes from her pocket and handed it to Nicole. The pretty rebel took a cigarette and wrapped her red lips around the tip. She then offered me the pack.

My eyes widened. This was a no-smoking campus, and lighting up was only permitted outside the grounds. How could she blatantly flout the rules in front of a faculty member?

I felt the cigarette butt between my lips and gasped. I had accepted the smoke on autopilot. Nicole lit it up, and I took in a deep toke. I’d never smoked before, but the idea of disappointing these young women unsettled me. I wanted to be the cool teacher. Why? Why did I want that?

“You look super pretty,” Nicole complimented me, running her tacky red nails through my silky locks. Her praise felt nice, and I softly bit my oversized lower lip.

“So, me and the girls are hitting the town tonight,” Nicole said between long cigarette drags. “I got this new dress I’m dying to try out. You wanna join us?”

I stared at them, bemused. My former students were inviting me to go party with them? It felt wholly inappropriate, and yet I responded without even thinking. “I’d totally love to.”

Nicole and her friends clapped in glee. Did they genuinely want a faculty member partying with them, or were they baiting me? I may only be a personal secretary for the Head of Mathematics, but I was still a staff member.

“Perfect,” Nicole responded. “We’ll pick you up at 8. “Wear something sexy. Actually, wear something slutty.” The girls giggled around her. Nicole put her cigarette out in the sink before tossing it in the trash. As they exited the bathroom, they left me alone with a cigarette in my mouth. What had I just agreed to?

❖

I slammed my front door shut and sighed in relief; I was finally free of perverted, prying eyes. I had spent my entire ‘first’ day completing menial tasks for my asshole of a boss and tottering around as eye candy.

I thought back to my misplaced wish and was startled at how much of it had come true in such a twisted way. I had wished that Max was back in my life in some capacity. Ginny didn’t seem to acknowledge the fact that I could never trust him again, however. I wished that I could hold my students’ attention. They were no longer ‘my’ students, but you couldn’t deny their eyes were focused on me whenever I walked past.

I wanted to kick off my heels, but the twisted wish had deformed my feet, forcing me to prance around on my tiptoes. I slouched on my sofa and pulled my phone out from my clutch back, bringing up the Tinder app.

I absently swiped right on a couple of hot, chiseled images without studying their profiles before I realized what I was doing. How much had that bitch changed me?

I pulled up Ginny’s profile and began to message the cute, powerful genie.

Me: Ginny, we need to talk.

Her response was immediate.

Ginny: Lexxi, it’s great to hear from you. How was your first day?

Me: Oh my gawd, it was like really tiring. Mr Clarke gave me like so much work to do, and I barely had a break, and he stared at me all day and stuff. He totally has a little crush on me but he’s totally cute though.

My eyes widened as I reread the message I had just sent. I had babbled like a teenage girl who had just started puberty, and I couldn’t control myself. It just felt natural.

Ginny: Lol. You go girl.

Me: Seriously, Ginny, WTF. I can’t control myself. Like, what did you do to me?

I managed to finally demand an answer from the genie, even if I didn’t type exactly the way I intended. It was like my words were filtered through a translator before they left my brain.

Ginny: It’s just a little gift from me to help you accept your wishes a little easier. There are plenty more little gifts you haven’t discovered yet.

I shuddered. That sounded ominous. I needed to put a stop to this before it got out of hand.

Me: I’ve totally had enough now, Ginny. Please, like, change me back right now. I totally want my old life back and stuff!

My mind began racing, and my heart was pumping fast. I waited impatiently for a response from the woman, but no reply came. In frustration, I threw my pink phone back into the back and tottered up to my bedroom. I had a night out to prepare for.

I stood in my lingerie, staring at the vast array of colors inside my closet. My navy blue and charcoal colored suits had evaporated and were replaced by slutty, tight, over-the-top dresses, tops, and skirts. A confusing blend of nausea and excitement rose in my chest as I studied my new attire.

I tried on various outfits. Not sexy enough, not slutty enough, not eye-popping enough. I was getting frustrated at becoming my very own dress-up doll, but nothing I tried on felt right.

Finally, my eyes rested on the perfect dress. It was a pink, glittery, sleeveless dress with half the back missing. It was just beautiful. I wrestled with the dress and slid it up my sensual, curvy body. It hugged my every curve in all the right places, showing off the roundness of my ass, my tapered waist, and most importantly, my huge breasts.

I stared at myself in the mirror momentarily, but something felt off. I could still see my bra, and it totally ruined the effect. I slipped off my bra, allowing my big, fake tits to settle freely on my chest, and the image was complete. My breasts sat high and proud beneath the glittery material, with my nipples threatening to poke through. I turned around and admired my ass in the slutty dress. The hem couldn’t entirely hide my entire ass, and I’d have to be careful bending over, but I looked just perfect.

I replaced my stripper heels with a pair of 5” strappy stiletto sandals. They equally shimmered in the light, and I felt like the epitome of a bimbo princess.

After I had changed my makeup to a bolder, sultry look, my doorbell rang. At that moment, I recovered from my bimbo haze and was brought back to reality. What the hell was I doing?!

I had no time to contemplate my actions over the last hour, so I grabbed a new pink over-the-shoulder clutch bag before opening my front door.

“Oh my god, girl. That dress is amazing!” Nicole praised me excitedly. “The boys are just gonna eat you up, isn’t that right, girls?”

Her two followers, Sophie and Jade, agreed with her. They all looked gorgeous themselves. They had opted for matching asymmetrical one-shoulder dresses, with the beautiful redheaded ringleader opting for a fiery red dress, Sophie wearing purple, and Jade wearing blue. They each hugged and kissed me before ushering me into the waiting taxi. “Get ready for the night of your life, Lexxi,” Nicole told me. I shuddered. What had I gotten myself into?

❖

Throughout my teens and early twenties, I had never been able to bypass the queue and head straight inside a nightclub before. However, that was precisely what the four of us did, to the disappointing groans of the women patiently waiting in line.

Once we were inside the club, I looked around. It wasn’t particularly busy yet, but scores of people had begun to filter inside. I spotted a nearby bar and headed towards it.

“What are you doing?” Nicole suddenly stopped me.

“Uhh,” I replied. “Getting a drink.”

The redhead laughed. “Wow, were you born yesterday?” She asked. I stared at her with bemusement until she grabbed my arm. “Follow me,” she directed.

I followed Nicole and her two friends to a small corner booth and sat in the middle of the trio. “Just wait,” she said.

We sat and mindlessly chatted for a few moments before a scantily clad waitress approached us with a tray of colorful drinks. She placed each one on the table. “From the gentleman in the blue shirt at the bar,” she said.

I stared over in his direction and found the lone man grinning back at us. He raised his drink in our direction, and Nicole flirtatiously waved at him. I shuddered; was she leading him on? I didn’t want to be giving any men the wrong idea.

We picked up our drinks and clinked them together. “Cheers, girls. Let’s have a night to remember, or not,” Nicole winked at me as she toasted the group. The other two whooped and hollered, and I shyly sipped away at my sweet-and-sour cosmopolitan.

We laughed and gossiped for an hour. It was incredible how easily I slipped into autopilot and talked about romcoms and reality shows I previously had no interest in.

Eventually, I found a man sliding into the booth beside me. The good-looking guy who had bought us drinks earlier had finally met up with his friends, and they zeroed in on us, sliding in both sides of the booth and leaving us in the middle.

Nicole and her friends welcomed the uninvited guests and encouraged their confident, brash approach. I wound up sitting beside a Neanderthal investment banker with an overinflated ego. He wouldn’t shut up about how much money he made or the hot new jacuzzi he just had fitted. I smiled, giggled, and silently tended to my drink, praying this torture would end soon.

The torture certainly didn’t end soon. In fact, things got more heated when he brushed himself up against me and began squeezing my barely covered mammoth tits. In fairness, I had chosen the sluttiest outfit in my closet, and my breasts were practically inviting everyone to touch them.

At first, I was startled and frozen in anxiety. I was a man who had been magically transformed into a busty bimbo on a night out with my former students, being felt up by an egotistical investment banker. How had my life led to this?

“I, huh, need to visit the restroom,” I excused myself in a panic, sliding out of the booth. I could tell my companion was disappointed and wanted to follow me, but he fortunately stayed put.

I hurried as far as my high-heeled feet would take me, glancing back to ensure I wasn’t being followed. As I turned my head back, I suddenly bounced off what felt like a brick wall, knocking me off my feet and onto my bubble butt.

Embarrassed, I stared up at the figure I had crashed into and was shocked to find my former best friend and the man my ex-girlfriend cheated on me with, Max Clarke, grinning down at me.

My new boss offered his hand, which I accepted, and he pulled me back to my feet. “You want to watch where you’re walking around here,” he said. “You never know who you might bump into.” He laughed at his joke, which elicited a humiliating giggle from myself.

Max leaned in close and whispered in my ear. “You want to head somewhere a little quieter?” He asked. “I can buy you a drink and make sure you don’t have a concussion.”

I was dumbfounded and found myself softly biting my lower lip. The redheaded man interpreted my silence as acceptance and began leading me toward the bar. After collecting our drinks, Max led me to a table where he started talking about his life before taking the Stonebridge College job.

He told me about his childhood and his time at university. It hurt that he never mentioned his best friend once during his college days. As he began discussing his life in Daisybrooke, I started to feel uncomfortable. It felt like he had never met me. All memories of me had been erased from his brain. I wondered if this was a side effect of the wish or if Max had removed me from his stories.

Either way, it was getting too much, and I abruptly excused myself. Max stared back in confusion as I scurried into the nearby ladies’ restroom. I didn’t even need to think about which bathroom to visit, but after everything else I had been subjected to, that wasn’t totally surprising.

I relieved myself in the bathroom before approaching the sink and splashing water on my face. I felt strange butterflies fluttering around in my chest, and I was experiencing a light buzz from the alcohol in my system. Staring back at myself, I noticed the water had messed up my makeup. I absently dug into my bag and began touching up my imperfections. Within a few minutes, I looked like a perfect bimbo doll again.

Why was I experiencing these weird emotions after spending time around the man who slept with my longtime ex? I wanted to punch him in the face, to push him up against the wall, to smack him in the balls, to wrap my lips around hi- What the hell?!

Glancing at the bathroom door, I knew I had to quietly slip out of the club before things got out of control. The establishment was dark and loud, so it shouldn’t have been too much trouble to escape without anyone noticing.

I peered open the bathroom door and checked if the coast was clear. Taking my chance, I tottered out of the restroom and towards the exit. However, when I turned a corner, I was stopped by the imposing figure before me. Max was grinning with his arms folded, brazenly admiring my beauty. “Shall we continue?” He asked. I was in trouble.

❖

My eyes fluttered open, straining against the early morning daylight through the window. My head was banging, and my entire body felt sore. How did I get home? I couldn’t remember much about last night.

Running my hands through the silk bedsheets, I suddenly realized I wasn’t home at all; this wasn’t my bedroom. Anxiously, I glanced to my left and found Max fast asleep, snoring beside me. My eyes widened, and I shuddered. What had happened last night? And why was I in Max’s bed?

I felt sick, and I needed some fresh air. I carefully slid out of bed and noticed I was entirely naked. I automatically slipped on my stiletto heels from the night before and began teetering towards Max’s bedroom door.

“What an ass,” my heart skipped a beat when I heard the masculine voice behind me. “Now, that’s a sight a man could get used to seeing in the morning.”

I contemplated making a run for it, but I couldn’t exactly leave the house buck naked, and I had no idea where my dress was. I nervously flashed a smile at my redheaded boss before stepping towards the door.

“Where do you think you’re going in a hurry?” he asked me with a flirtatious, juvenile tone.

“Uhmm,” I started in my feminine lilt. “I’m just, uhh, like, gonna make some breakfast.” I was never great at thinking on the spot, and it was the best excuse I could fathom in the moment.

“Mmm, I have your breakfast right here, baby,” he teased before throwing his bedsheet to the side and revealing his own naked body, complete with his long 8” rigid cock. My mouth suddenly dropped at the sight. Why did I suddenly feel so weak? “Come have a taste, sexy.”

I couldn’t seem to ignore his words, and I soon found myself crawling on his bed, approaching his proud display of masculinity. With my plump, overfilled lips an inch from his shaft, Max placed his hands on my platinum blond-haired head and encouraged me further, prompting me to wrap my mouth around his dick.

I began softly bobbing on the shaft, and it horrified me how comfortable it felt in this position, almost as if I was made for this job. My eyes widened, but Max’s hands didn’t allow me a moment to gather my thoughts, guiding me further down, helping me take his full size inside my mouth and down my throat.

I felt a strange tingling sensation in my groin, and my skin was extremely sensitive. I heard Max groan in lust each time I pushed down on his cock. “Mmm, yes baby! You’re even more talented than last night.” I shuddered. I had already done this before? What else had I done last night?

As Max’s moans got louder, my mouth began pumping his cock furiously, tasting the salty precum on the tip, encouraging me even further. Eventually, a long low groan escaped his lips, and his penis twitched reactively as he exploded his cum down my throat. Max held my head in position and ensured I had swallowed it all before he relented. The thought of swallowing another man’s seed repulsed me. However, as I swallowed him, I felt light, tickling spasms emanating from my new, sensitive clit.

“Good girl,” Max said patronizingly as I finally lifted my head from his member. “Your dress is in the bathroom. Don’t forget to wear something cute to work today.” He chuckled. I just needed to be anywhere but here, so I scurried off to the bathroom, squeezed myself back inside the slutty dress, and started the walk of shame back home.

❖

Three hours later, I stepped through the college gates, and Toby Kyle, one of the biggest degenerates at the school, wolf-whistled in my direction. I was definitely dressed cutely. I wore a white cropped t-shirt, which bared my entire wasp-like midriff. The top was incredibly tight, and the shape of my spherical breasts was easily distinguished underneath. The word ‘Barbie’ was written in pink Barbie cursive across the front of the t-shirt. I had accompanied the top with a pair of candy pink reflective PVC hotpants and a thin spiked white belt. White thigh-high socks covered my legs, and 4” block-heeled shoes in a sneaker style adorned my feet. My platinum-blond locks were separated into childish, tall pigtails.

“Don’t you look fine, Miss?” Toby said as I strode past. I wasn’t his teacher anymore, and he had no need to call me ‘Miss,’ but the very word added to the humiliation. “Maybe you could show me a little extra.”

I turned to face him. What was it with overconfident jerks trying to hit on me? I had had enough. I stepped closer and pushed my body up against him, parting my plump lips to whisper in his ear. “Like, maybe if you behave a little more in class, I’ll show you whatever you want.”

I let go of the young adult and stepped away in horror. What had I just said? This was getting out of control.

“I’ll do that, Miss,” Toby shouted back as I walked away. “I’ll behave for a piece of that.” His words sent shivers down my spine.

Unbeknownst to me, Max Clarke was watching the incident through a nearby window. He placed his hand on his chin; this gave him an idea.

❖

With first period moments away, I was busy typing away on my old-fashioned PC, replying to emails on my new boss’ behalf. Max left his office and straightened his tie. As he waltzed past me, he confidently addressed me. “Lexxi, follow me.”

Nervously, I obediently complied. I stood up and tottered behind him as the confident, suited redhead led me through the Mathematics building corridor and into his classroom. This was the first time I had stepped foot inside the classroom since I was transformed into this buxom bombshell. Alarmingly, my former students were all sat waiting patiently. I had never seen them so quiet before as every eye seemed to linger on my body.

“Welcome, class,” Max began. “I’m sure some of you have met my secretary, Ms Foxx. After a discussion, we have decided to take a new approach.”

The class listened intently. Why were they not this focused when I led the class as a man?

“From now on, misbehavior will not result in detention,” he said. My eyes narrowed in confusion. “Actually, you will receive detention if I believe you have worked particularly hard and deserve an extra reward.” This statement drew bemused expressions from the rest of the class.

“You see, Ms Foxx here will be leading the detention after school each day,” Max said. “And she had agreed to use her substantial skills to reward all attendees.” I shuddered. “Take it from me, Lexxi here had considerable talent.” His comment prompted laughter from the class. “Isn’t that right, Lexxi?”

I found myself shyly nodding. I felt like a deer caught in headlights. I had been ambushed by my own boss. Surely he didn’t expect me to go through with it.

“That’s all for now, Lexxi. I’ll see you at lunchtime,” he dismissed me. I noticed Toby Kyle teasingly waving at me as I silently left the room and returned to my workstation. My life was spiraling out of control. I needed to convince that genie to reverse my wish.

❖

I resumed my work, and Max was preoccupied with classes all morning. I tried to message Ginny, but she wasn’t responding to my texts. I was starting to believe she was enjoying my torment.

As the bell sounded for lunch, Max soon approached my former office. “Come with me, Lexxi,” he said abruptly as he walked past. I straightened my brief outfit and absently checked my makeup in the mirror before following him into his office. I barely even caught myself fulfilling these feminine habits.

As I closed the door behind me, Max was already sitting at his desk. “So, Lexxi. How are you enjoying this job?” he asked me out of the blue.

I raised a pencil-thin arched eyebrow. It was a strange question to ask all of a sudden. “Oh my gawd, Mr Clark. This is like the best job ever. I’m so lucky to have just the best job and the best boss. I love it!” Once my mouth began to run, I couldn’t stop it. I continued regurgitating the bimbo babble, and I noticed Max’s smirk widen as I spoke.

“Very good,” he said. “I see great potential in you. I think you are the key to helping these boys behave themselves.” He began to scrawl something on a piece of paper. “I have a proposition for you. Meet me at 4 PM in Science Room 1A to discuss it.” He leaned over and handed me the paper. “I’ve written it down for you. I know how forgetful you are.” He chuckled. That stung; the asshole didn’t even know me.

“Now, get back to whatever you were doing,” he dismissed me. “And keep up the good work,” he praised just before I left the room. His compliment caused those butterflies to flutter in my stomach again. I nervously left his room and went back to work.

❖

At 16:10, I waited patiently at the front of the empty classroom. When I entered the class, I found a small package with a note to wear the contents. With no one to complain to, I opened the parcel and discovered a blue and white cheerleader outfit.

Within minutes, my cute Barbie outfit was sprawled on the floor, and I was wearing the sluttiest cheerleader costume I had ever seen. The white halter top wrapped around my neck and barely covered my tits. I discarded my bra as the straps didn’t feel right exposed on my bare shoulders, and my nipples poked through the fabric. The word ‘Cocksucker’ was sprawled across the front in a large blue comic font.

The blue and white pleated skirt would have been more appropriately described as a belt. It was only a few inches wide and reached halfway across my asscheeks. A blue high-rising g-string was the only garment protecting my pussy from exposure. I wore thigh-high white socks with blue trim, and a pair of inappropriate 7” clear stripper heels were wrapped around my feet. My pigtails remained, although white and blue ribbons decorated the base.

I had been sitting nervously for the last 10 minutes in the absurdly impractical outfit and was beginning to think Max had played a juvenile practical joke on me; he was always a bit of a prankster.

As I began to give up, my boss stepped through the classroom door and beamed when he saw me. “Ohh, Lexxi,” he said flirtatiously. “I’m glad you could make it.” There was a predatory look in his eyes I had never noticed before, and it made me feel incredibly small. “Wow, that outfit fits you just perfectly.”

I stood up, but Max stepped forward and leaned up against my scantily clad body. “As we’re in the science room, I’d like to try a little experiment,” he whispered, edging me back against a nearby table.

He lifted me onto the table and firmly pressed his lips against mine. I temporarily forgot where I was, his sensual kiss firing various confusing emotions I couldn’t get my head around. I softly moaned out before I heard an ominous click and a second one. Looking down, Max had placed leather cuffs on my wrists and padlocked them shut. Before I could react, he pushed me onto my back and fastened the cuffs to the end of the table. I tried to stand back up, but it was impossible to get off my back with the cuffs fastened in place.

Max knelt and attached similar cuffs to my ankles before securing them to the legs of the table, keeping me firmly in position. My breathing hastened as I tugged against the strong leather cuffs. My body had become sensitive again, and Max’s hands running up my legs almost prompted an immediate orgasm. “What is this?” I managed to whisper.

Max smiled and wrapped his hand around my displayed g-string before ripping it off in one harsh motion. I let out a surprised yelp, and Max pushed my discarded panties between my plump lips. He gently stroked the folds of my crotch. “Mmm, you little slut,” he commented. “Look how wet you are.”

I didn’t have to see how wet I was; I could taste it. The thought of reacting so submissively to my helpless position horrified me. Still, it didn’t stop my body from shuddering with every touch.

He eventually pulled the panties from my mouth. “You look so good like this, Lexxi,” he said. “Much better than Alex ever could.” My eyes widened at the mention of my real name. I opened my mouth to ask him what was going on when my former best friend pushed a plastic ring gag between my lips and efficiently buckled it behind my head.

“Aghhh unghh,” I whined out, but my words had been effectively silenced. I tried to bite against the rigid ring, but it held firm. There was no way I was removing the gag without using my hands.

Max idly rubbed his hand against my hot, horny pussy. Even in my state of shock, my body was responding to his touch. “I guess you’re a little confused, aren’t you?” He grinned down at me.

“You were always one step ahead of me, Alex,” I could see the fire in his eyes. “You always had the better grades, received the better job offers, dated the better women.” My eyes narrowed as he mentioned women. Did he forget that he fucked my girlfriend behind my back?

“That all changed when I met Ginny,” I gasped behind the gag. Max had met the incompetent genie before me? “I unloaded all my problems onto her, and she told me she might have a solution. All I had to do was make a wish.”

Max’s grin grew wider. “Everything that happened to you from that moment resulted from my wish.” I shuddered. It couldn’t be. “This job offer, that random encounter on Tinder, your new appearance and compulsions. You truly have turned out perfectly, Lexxi.” My heart was racing. Max ran his hand along my body and gently squeezed my inflated tits together. “You’re my obedient little bimbo, and you’ll obey whatever command I give you.” I shook my blond-haired head wildly, but deep down, I knew he was telling the truth.

“Unghh anghhhhh!” I cry out in my soft soprano, but the wide gag was effective. Max laughed at my futile pleas. “We are going to have a lot of fun together, Lexxi.” His hands withdrew from my body. I lifted my head and witnessed the redhead pull a strange device from a cardboard box on the floor.

“Now, let’s play a game.” Max teased before wedging the device against my bare, exposed crotch. He turned the magic wand on, and it began vibrating wildly against my pussy and clit. My eyes widened, and I shook my head wildly. “Let’s see how long you can hold in an orgasm, you slut.” He chuckled, stepping around the table towards my head. He casually slid a blindfold over my eyes, trapping me in total darkness.

“I’ll leave you to think about things for a while,” he said. “If you can avoid an orgasm before I return, I might think about changing you back.” He laughed. I shuddered; I could already feel an orgasm rising inside of me.

“See you later, Lexxi,” I heard him say. “Good luck.” Those were the final words I heard before the science room door slammed shut. I bit into my gag and moaned for help. How was I going to survive this?

❖

An hour and three orgasms later, I was starting to believe Max had decided to leave me here all night. The ramifications of his evil explanation rattled through my head, and everything had begun to piece together. Ginny never had my best intentions at heart. She had been ‘working’ for Max all along.

I only lasted 15 minutes before the first orgasm took over. My clit was so sensitive, and the wand was relentless; I never had a chance. An hour later, I was exhausted, but the wand never showed any sign of running out of battery.

Finally, the door crept open, and I figured Max had returned to release me. However, as I heard multiple footsteps approach and whispered chatter amongst the group, it became clear that Max was not part of it.

“Wow, Mr Clarke knows how to wrap his gifts,” I heard a voice comment. My heart sank as I immediately recognized the source of the voice. Someone removed my blindfold, and my fears were realized as Toby Kyle and two of his fellow students smiled down at me.

“Hi there, Ms Foxx,” Toby remarked, placing a hand between my legs and switching off the wand. “Wow, look at that puddle you left. You’re an insatiable whore, aren’t you?” His friends laughed.

“Aghh inghh onghh!” I cried out. Toby ran a finger along my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices.

“Shhhhh,” he hushed me. “Sluts don’t need to speak.” I shuddered as he lowered his zip. “Your mouth is more useful for other things,” he teased before using my pigtails to pull my head back and slipped his stiff cock between my lips.

One of his classmates climbed on top of me and slipped himself inside my hot, needy pussy. Every cell in my body exploded in bliss, and my mind drifted to thoughts of pleasure and pleasing.

Max had turned me into a busty blond school slut. I hated to admit it, but as I was being fucked in my mouth and pussy, I was starting to enjoy it. This was my life now.

The End.