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stevessecretfantasy2 · 11 days ago

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Willing submission

In the dimly lit corridor of a clandestine facility, the sound of leather soles clacking against cold steel echoed. A figure in a crisp, black uniform strode purposefully, a tablet in one hand and a stern expression on their face. The air had an almost palpable tension, hinting at the unspoken rules that governed this unusual place.

The figure paused before a nondescript door, their hand hovering over the scanner. The door hissed open, revealing a starkly white room with gleaming chrome fixtures. In the centre, a young black woman, her body glistening with sweat and anticipation, knelt on a velvet pillow. She was a recent addition to the program, her dark eyes wide with a mix of fear and curiosity. Her name was Luna, and she had chosen a path few would dare to tread.

Luna had willingly signed the contract, eager to explore the depths of her sexuality and endurance. Her body was a canvas of potential, and she craved the artistry of the unseen masters who would sculpt her into their ultimate plaything. Her voluptuous form was naked. Her wrists were bound with soft, yet unyielding ropes, tied to the bars above her head. She quivered as the cool air brushed against her exposed skin, her pulse racing at the thought of what was to come.

The trainer, a stoic woman with piercing blue eyes and a cruel smile, stepped into the room. They carried a leather crop in their hand, which swished through the air with a sinister sound. Their eyes scanned Luna's body, appraising her like one would a fine piece of art before its grand unveiling. Without a word, they approached her, their boots clicking against the floor like the ticking of a clock counting down to her next lesson.

Luna felt her heart pound in her chest as the trainer began her inspection, tracing the contours of her bound wrists with the crop. The slight sting of the leather sent shivers down her spine, but she remained still, eager to prove herself. The trainer's gaze moved down her body, lingering on her ample breasts and the sensitive peaks that had hardened with anticipation. They circled her, their presence both intimidating and exhilarating. Luna's breath grew ragged as she waited for the next command, her body responding to the power dynamics that were so new to her.

"You're a pretty one," the trainer murmured, their voice a low purr that seemed to resonate through the very air. "But pretty won't be enough here. You need to learn to crave the pain, to find pleasure in the most depraved of acts." They paused, their eyes meeting Luna's. "Do you understand?"

Luna nodded, her voice a trembling whisper. "Yes, Mistress."

The trainer's smile grew wider, revealing sharp, gleaming teeth. "Good. Now, let's begin." They took a step back and gave the crop a swift, hard swing. It bit into the soft flesh of Luna's thigh, leaving a crimson welt in its wake. She gasped, her eyes watering, but she made no sound. The sting grew into a warm throb, and she felt a strange thrill. Her body was already learning the language of pain.

"Very good," the trainer praised, stroking the line of the welt with a gloved finger. "But we need to teach you to crave more than just the end of the pain. You'll learn to beg for it." With that, they turned and walked to a nearby counter, setting the crop down and picking up a shiny, chrome vibrator. Luna's eyes widened as she recognised it, her heart racing at the sight of the object that would be her saviour and tormentor in one.

The trainer approached her again, the vibrator humming to life in their hand. They applied it to her clit, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through her body. Luna's eyes rolled back in her head, a soft moan escaping her lips despite herself. "You see," the trainer said, their voice a mix of amusement and authority, "we control when you get to come. And for now, you don't deserve it."

The vibrator was abruptly withdrawn, leaving Luna gasping and trembling on the edge of orgasm. She felt a hot rush of frustration, her body screaming for release. "Please," she whispered, not recognising the needy tone of her voice.

"Please what?" the trainer asked, a twinkle of amusement in their eyes.

"Please, Mistress," Luna begged, her voice a hoarse whisper. "Let me come."

"Not yet," the trainer said, placing the vibrator back on the counter with a clatter that seemed to echo through the room. "You're not ready. You need to learn patience and the value of a well-earned reward."

The trainer grabbed a handful of Luna's hair and yanked her head back, exposing her neck. "You're going to learn to serve," they said, their breath hot against her ear. "To serve and obey. And when you do that, when you truly understand your place, then maybe, just maybe, you'll be allowed to experience pleasure."

They stepped away again, leaving Luna kneeling there, her body trembling with the intensity of her arousal. She felt a trickle of wetness between her legs, and she knew she was already soaking the pillow beneath her. The humiliation of her position, the way she was being used, it all combined into a confusing cocktail of emotions that she didn't quite understand. But she knew that she craved more, needed more.

The door to the room opened, and a group of figures in identical black uniforms entered. They were the other trainers, Luna realised, and each one carried their tool of the trade. Her heart skipped a beat as she took in the whips, the paddles, the clamps. The fear grew, but so did the excitement. She was about to be pushed to her limits, and she didn't know if she could handle it. But she also didn't know if she wanted to.

The trainers circled her, each one taking a moment to inspect her body. They whispered to each other, pointing and smiling, and Luna felt a blush creep up her cheeks. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. But there was something about their gazes that made her feel...desired and wanted, even. They approached her, one by one, touching her, poking her, prodding her, and she could do nothing but take it. The first blow came from a thick leather paddle, striking her across the ass with a resounding smack that echoed in the room.

The pain was intense, stealing her breath away. But it also brought with it a strange, thrilling sense of power. As the blows rained down, she found herself leaning into them, her body responding in ways she never thought possible. The pain was a bridge, leading her to a place of pure, unadulterated pleasure. And she knew that she would do anything, endure anything, to get there.

The training session was a blur of sensation. Luna lost track of time as she was passed from one trainer to the next, each one pushing her further than she thought she could go. The pain grew, and with it, so did the need. The need to please, to satisfy, to be used. She was no longer the person who had walked through those doors; she was a creature of want, of need. And she revelled in it.

Through the haze of agony and desire, she felt herself slipping away. Her thoughts grew fuzzy, and the only thing that remained was the need to come, to be allowed to come. The trainers noticed the change in her, and their smiles grew wider, their strokes and slaps more deliberate. They were breaking her down, reshaping her into something new. And she was letting them.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of torturous pleasure, the trainer with the piercing blue eyes stepped forward. They held the vibrator again, but this time, they didn't tease. They pressed it firmly against her clit, holding it there as Luna's body began to spasm. The orgasm built within her, a crescendo of sensation that threatened to overwhelm her. "You can come," the trainer said, their voice a command.

And with that, Luna shattered. Her body convulsed, her cries of pleasure filling the room as she came harder than she ever had before. It was a release unlike any other, a culmination of all the pain and humiliation she had endured. And as she rode the wave of ecstasy, she understood. This was her new reality, her new truth. She was a sexual slave, and she loved it.

The trainers stepped back, their eyes gleaming with satisfaction. They had broken her, and now it was time to rebuild. "Good girl," the blue-eyed trainer said, patting her head like one would a well-behaved pet. Luna felt a warmth in her chest at the praise, her eyes glazed with contentment. She was theirs to do with as they pleased, and she couldn't have been happier.

The days that followed were a blur of training and punishment, of pain and pleasure so intense she often couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. Her body was pushed to the brink over and over again, until she craved the feel of the whip, the bite of the clamps, the burn of the crop. Each time she was denied an orgasm, she felt a desperation that made her beg for more, for anything that would take her back to that place of exquisite release.

The humiliation grew, too. She was made to perform for an audience of the other trainers, her every moan and whimper on display. They watched as she was used, as her body was manipulated to their will. And each time she was denied, she felt a thrill of fear and excitement. Would she be able to hold out? Would she be able to prove her worth?

The final part of her training was the most degrading of all. The blue-eyed trainer brought in a man, a client, who would test her limits one last time. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and utterly terrifying. He wore a mask, hiding his identity, and Luna knew that she was to be his plaything for the evening. She was made to stand before him, her body on display, as he inspected her like a piece of meat. He would use her, abuse her, and she would take it all, eager to prove herself.

The man stepped closer, his eyes raking over her form. He reached out and pinched her nipples, twisting them until she whimpered. "You're going to take whatever I give you," he said, his voice low and gruff. "And you're going to love it."

Luna's eyes met the trainer's, and she saw the challenge in them. This was it. The ultimate test. She nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes, Mistress."

The client's grin grew wider, and he unbuckled his belt. The sound of his zipper echoed through the room, and Luna felt her heart race. This was what she had signed up for. This was her fate, and she was ready to embrace it fully.

The man stepped closer, and she felt his hot breath against her skin. He was going to use her, and she would take it. She would take it all and beg for more. Because she knew that, in the end, the sweet release would be worth every ounce of pain, every moment of humiliation. And as he grabbed her by the hair and forced her to her knees, she realised that she had never felt more alive.

His cock was thick and hard, and she opened her mouth obediently, her eyes never leaving the trainer's. She could see the approval in their gaze, and it spurred her on. She took him in, her teeth grazing the velvety skin as she sucked and licked, eager to please. The trainer watched, a silent sentinel of her descent into the darkest realms of her sexuality.

The man's grip tightened in her hair, pulling her back as he thrust into her mouth, and she gagged around his length. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she didn't fight. This was her place now, and she revelled in the degradation. The taste of him was bitter on her tongue, but she didn't care. She was a slave, a whore, and she loved it.

The room was a whirlwind of sensation, the smell of leather and sweat mixing with the metallic scent of fear. The trainers watched, their eyes gleaming with excitement as they saw the transformation in their new pet. Luna's eyes watered with each thrust, her throat burning, but she didn't dare stop. She knew that if she did, the punishment would be swift and severe. And she didn't want the pain to stop. She craved it. It was a part of her now, as much as the need for release.

The man grunted, and she felt the warm spurt of his cum fill her mouth. She swallowed it down, her eyes still locked on the trainer's. She knew what was expected of her now. To clean him, to serve him, to be nothing more than a receptacle for his pleasure. And she was okay with that. More than okay. It was what she had been made for.

As the man zipped up his pants and left the room, the trainers stepped forward. They untied her, their touch gentle despite the brutality of their previous actions. "You did well," the blue-eyed trainer said, their voice a soft praise that sent a shiver down her spine. "Very well."

Luna felt a strange sense of pride, despite her nakedness and the mess she had been made to perform. She had passed the test. She had proven herself. And now, she was ready for the next step in her training. The door opened, and she was led to a new room, her heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. She didn't know what lay ahead, but she knew it would change her forever.

In the stark white chamber, she saw a series of hooks and chains hanging from the ceiling. A spanking bench with straps and buckles, a St. Andrew's cross with leather cuffs, and a padded table with stirrups. Her body was cleaned and prepared, her skin still sensitive from the last round of punishment.

The trainers began to bind her, their movements efficient and precise. They attached clamps to her nipples, pulling them tight until she whimpered. They attached chains to her wrists and ankles, lifting her into the air and securing her to the ceiling. She was spread eagle, vulnerable and exposed, and she had never felt more alive.

The blue-eyed trainer stepped forward, a wicked glint in their eye. "Now," they said, "it's time to see how much you can truly take." They picked up a riding crop, the leather long and thin. "You will scream for me," they murmured, "and you will love it."

The first strike landed across her breasts, and she gasped. The pain was sharp and intense, but it quickly melded into something else. Something that made her squirm and arch her back, seeking more. The trainers watched her reactions, their eyes never leaving hers as they struck her again and again. Each blow sent a jolt of sensation through her body, a symphony of agony and ecstasy that had her panting for breath.

And as she hung there, her body a canvas of bruises and welts, she felt something shift inside her. The pain was no longer a punishment; it was a gift. A gift that brought her closer to the brink of pleasure than she had ever been before. She began to beg, her voice hoarse and needy, for more.

The trainer smiled, their eyes gleaming with triumph. They knew she was theirs now, completely and utterly.

They began a new phase of her training, one that would push her even further into the depths of her darkest desires. Each day brought a new lesson, a new way to experience pain and humiliation. Luna found herself craving the moments when she was allowed to orgasm, her body aching for the release that was always just out of reach.

One evening, she was led to a room where a group of clients had gathered, all eager to witness her degradation. They were powerful, influential people, and she knew that her performance tonight would determine her worth in the eyes of the trainers. She was made to crawl before them, her bound wrists and ankles making every movement a struggle.

The blue-eyed trainer addressed the audience, their voice cool and detached. "This one," they said, gesturing to Luna, "has learned the value of obedience. She will perform for you, and if she pleases, she will be allowed to come."

The crowd murmured with excitement, and Luna felt her cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She knew what was expected of her. She would endure whatever they had planned, and she would do it with a smile on her face. Because now, she understood that her pleasure was in their hands.

The trainers worked in unison, each one administering their brand of torment. Clamps tightened on her sensitive nipples, a crop bit into her flesh, and a gag was forced into her mouth to muffle her screams. Yet, even through the pain, she felt a strange sense of belonging. This was her place, her purpose. To be used and abused, to serve and submit.

As the night went on, the pain grew, a crescendo of agony that made her vision swim. Yet, she remained focused on the trainer's eyes, the promise of release that flickered there. They knew her limits, knew just how far they could push her before she broke. And she trusted them to bring her back, to rebuild her into something stronger.

Finally, she was allowed to come, the orgasm ripping through her like a tempest. She screamed around the gag, her body shaking with the intensity of it. The room erupted into applause, and she felt a warmth spread through her chest. She had done well. She had pleased them. And that was all that mattered.

The weeks turned into months, and Luna's training grew more intense. She was pushed to the brink, only to be brought back with the sweet caress of an orgasm, the gentle strokes of a hand, or the whispered praise of her trainers. She learned to love the pain, to crave the humiliation. It was a dance, a delicate balance between agony and ecstasy, and she had become the most devoted pupil.

Yet, there was one final test she had not yet faced: the ultimate surrender of her body to the will of the trainers. They had saved it for last, knowing that once she had tasted this particular flavour of degradation, there would be no turning back. The anticipation was maddening, a constant throb between her legs that she could not ignore.

One day, the blue-eyed trainer called her into a private chamber. The air was thick with tension, and she could feel her heart racing in her chest. "Tonight," they said, "you will learn to embrace the golden shower."

Luna's eyes widened, but she didn't protest. She had signed up for this, after all. The trainer led her to a shower stall, the walls and floor gleaming with the promise of what was to come. They secured her to the wall with chains, her body exposed and vulnerable.

"You will drink," the trainer said, their voice firm, "and you will thank me for the gift of my piss."

Luna felt a mix of fear and excitement, but she knew that this was part of her training. She nodded, her throat dry with anticipation. The trainer stepped closer, their body pressing against hers, and she felt the warm spray of their urine against her face. It was humiliating, but she opened her mouth, eager to drink, eager to submit.

The salty taste filled her mouth, and she swallowed, her eyes never leaving the trainer's. They watched her, their expression a mix of dominance and satisfaction. As the stream of piss grew stronger, Luna felt a strange sense of accomplishment. She was doing it; she was embracing the most degrading act she had ever imagined. And with each swallow, she felt her body respond, her arousal building.

The trainer stepped closer, their urine splattering on her breasts and stomach, mixing with her sweat. They reached down, stroking her clit with a wet, sticky finger. Luna's hips bucked, the sensation overwhelming her. The room spun around her as she took the final mouthful, the trainer's hand working her into a frenzy.

When it was over, she was left panting and trembling, her body on the edge of orgasm. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice thick with need. The trainer nodded, a smile playing on their lips. "You're learning," they said, their hand gentle as they removed the gag.

The next phase of her training was a series of scenes that pushed her even further. She was made to clean floors with her tongue while bound and gagged, her body used in any way the clients saw fit. Each humiliation brought a new level of pain, but with it, a new understanding of her own desires.

The days turned into a blur of endless submission, her mind a whirlwind of pain and pleasure. Yet, she never felt more alive. Each new challenge was met with a mix of dread and excitement, her body craving the release that only her trainers could provide.

One evening, she was summoned to the main stage, her heart racing at the thought of what lay ahead. The blue-eyed trainer stood before her, a whip in hand. "Tonight," they said, their voice low and seductive, "you will learn to crave the bite of the lash."

Luna felt a thrill of fear, but she also felt a strange sense of excitement. This was it, the ultimate test. She would prove herself a true submissive, worthy of the pain and the pleasure that came with it.

The first strike fell, and she screamed, her body arching with the force of it. Yet, even as the pain lanced through her, she felt a warmth spread through her core. She had never been so alive, so utterly consumed by sensation.

The whip fell again and again, painting her skin with a tapestry of fire. The audience watched, their eyes hungry as she danced in her bonds, each stroke bringing her closer to the brink of orgasm. And when she finally came, it was with a force that shook her to her very core.

The applause was deafening, and she knew she had passed the final test. She was theirs, fully and completely, a sexual slave ready to serve. The trainers stepped forward, their eyes gleaming with pride. "You're ready," they said, and she felt a rush of gratitude.

From that moment on, Luna's life was one of constant training and service. Her days were filled with the sound of whips and the feel of leather against her skin. Yet, she had never been happier. She had found her place in the world, her true calling, and she revelled in it.

And when the nights grew quiet, and she was allowed to rest, she would lie in her cell, her body a map of bruises and scars. She knew that she had become something new, something powerful in her own way. A creature of darkness and desire, born from the crucible of pain and pleasure. And she knew, without a doubt, that she would never look back.

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stevessecretfantasy2 · 12 days ago

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An Apple a Day

Miss Vivian arrived for her first day as the new Professor of Sexual Wellness at the local college, excited to start her career on the right foot she had dressed up to impress. She knew she was coming to a new town out in the sticks, far away from the ivy league she was used to. The small midwest town had poached her right after she graduated, offering her large sums in the form of salary and grant money if she would become a professor in their up and coming populace. Turned out that was its only claim to fame at this time, a booming and sudden population growth and some experimental agriculture and bovine growth facility on the outskirts of town. She was ecstatic to be sculpting young minds, and after completing her doctorate in health sciences with a specialty in reproductive health and fertility medicine Dr. Vivian was ready to help a booming town become a thriving and healthy city. Vivian, a petite red head with a cute frame and wasp like figure despite having only a tiny ass and barely needing a bra, was prepping her favorite dress for the morning ahead. She had kept in decent shape for an overworked student, keeping herself fit and healthy. As she finished getting ready and looked at herself in the mirror she was giddy. She felt great, professional, yet charming, attractive but modest. She kept thinking to herself as she got into her car about all the good fortune that had come her way with grit and hard work.

As she arrived at her class room, and prepared herself for her first lecture as a new professor, she was pleasantly surprised with the amount of friendly hello’s from the staff and students. Everyone was smiling and milling along getting to their classes or catching up after summer. There was a joyful and thriving vibe coming off the students, who would stop and say hello as she was new to town and to the college. She was also acutely aware of how many couples there were in the student body. Almost everyone was hanging on to someone else, sometimes even entire friend groups that seemed a bit friendly to themselves. Even stranger was the staff, they were all so friendly, hugging each other, men showing off their summer physics under button up shirts, and female staff talking about all the new pregnancies from over the summer. A few staff sporting small baby bumps already. Dr. Vivan brushed that all aside as she settled in a few minutes early to her desk and prepared her notes.

There was a gift basket filled with gorgeous red apples, assorted snacks and a bottle of wine as a welcome gift from the staff and students for joining their school. Apparently the college had an incredible agriculture department, Vivian thought. The apples were red rubies, massive and almost glistened in the sunlight of her classroom. Without much hesitation Dr. Vivian picked up one of the apples and took a large bite. The flavor exploded across her palate, the most delicious scents and tastes played across her taste buds. It lingered on the tongue and filled her whole mouth with a sweet taste that begged for another bite. Within a minute or two she had eaten the entire apple down to the core and almost had to laugh at her thoughts of eating even that. She was about to grab another delicious apple when the bell rang, and the students began filing into their seats. Vivian adjusted her dress slightly as she stood, it had snagged a bit on her hips while she was sitting, she concluded to herself. She cleared her throat. “Good morning class, I am Dr. Vivian, I am very excited to be here with you all. Your town has brought me here to lecture you all in the medical sciences of reproductive health.” A light chuckle floated across the room. She had been used to side chuckles even in her doctorate program and pushed on without a second thought. “Your town is experiencing a large population boom, and while some of its new residents are passing through, a large percentage of the town is apparently electing to start having children. Especially I have been told, many graduates from this college” as Dr.Vivian scanned her class, she adjusted her top a tiny bit. A good percentage of the women in the classroom were showing the earliest signs of pregnancies. Tops a little too tight, or hips bulging from new growth, even a few bellies starting to pop out. A few even had a slightly far away look to them. The college recruiter had said that this town was experiencing a population boom, they weren’t kidding. The men were all eager in their seats staring at her as she lectured. She continued on, again adjusting her outfit subtly. Strange, this dress fit perfectly this morning, but now it feels tight all around. The class room continued relatively easily throughout the rest of the lecture, most of the students were diligently taking notes, and Vivan had only tripped over her words once the entire lecture. “I believe there is going to be a real need for pediatric doctors, and nurses in this town in the coming years, and you will be the generation of students to be there to help them.” As she finished answering a few more questions from students, a few of them a bit too crude not to be somewhat jokes, she began cleaning up her notes and preparing for the next class to arrive. She was thirsty from the lecture and still peckish from the apple. She grabbed another giant apple and took a huge bite. The taste was even better than before, the texture was rich on her tongue and made her even thirstier and hungrier. She began to munch in earnest, taking large bites and chowing through them greedily. She had never had something so delicious and yummy before. She almost giggled in delight.

Wait a minute, Yummy, that's not a word she utilized often? Giggled? That's not normal behavior. But, as she was pondering this momentary lapse in vernacular, the next class of students arrived. As she stood up to address the new batch of students her rear bumped the chair behind her causing it to fall, with a gasp she bent over quickly, ass to the classroom and picked the chair back up. “Odd, I swore that chair was farther back than that” as she turned around Vivian had realized she had bent over in a dress in front of her whole class. Luckily most students hadn’t fully sat down at the moment and had missed her embarrassing actions, but she had turned scarlet at the thought of two of the young men who were smiling widely at her who clearly had seen the whole thing. She had picked out a nice pair of panties that fit snuggly on her this morning attempting to be cute and feel cute. But now, the idea of that tiny red pair of panties sliding up between her cheeks flashing those two hot studs… students. The idea flustered her, and to her surprise even aroused her a little bit. She quickly regained her composure and began her lecture. Again adjusting her dress.

Another easy class, the students were incredibly engaged, and excited to learn. Some were nearly on the edge of their seats. Eager eyes taking in her every word. Some of the women in the class were furiously taking down notes, and others were flirting with the males near them. Dr.Vivian noticed this and tried to make a mental note later to learn all the students names and who was with who. Surely some of these students were together. While she was allowed to customize her classes, the college had asked that she specialize in reproduction, male and female genitalia health, and the medical signs of healthy ovulation. Despite being an absolute professional and the students being entirely engaged, and her familiarity with the subject Dr. Vivian found herself flush by the end of the class. Her dress once perfectly fit to her petite frame, now felt a little tight and clingy to her warm body. She felt like she was adjusting her top and waist constantly. The pair of panties she had picked out, felt tight and a bit damp. The never-ending slides, conversations about erections, healthy stimulation, how to properly check for blockage or inefficiency had led her to being slightly hot under the collar. She appeared not to be the only one, as many of the students seemed to wiggle in their chairs with each new slide, and she was aware of too much skin showing on the students. She watched as one female student adjusted her top which was much to tight for her, and another male adjust his shorts only to reveal a massive bulge under the desk. Her eyes kept darting from student to student focusing on the same sexual organ she was discussing in the slides and getting tongue tied. As the bell rang for class to end and for her to be done for the day Vivian was surprised to find herself exhausted. Students filled past, with welcoming smiles and slightly too tight clothing. She said her goodbyes and politely finished up her work at her desk. Vivian packed up her belongings to go home, including the gift basket with all the goodies. If her hands weren't full, she would have considered shoving another apple in her mouth. The drive home had been hell. She was simultaneously too warm and her clothing was too tight. Combined with the horny intrusive thoughts of her students watching her bend over lead to a very distracted drive home.

As Vivian stumbled into her apartment she stripped quickly to just a bra and panties, both of which were damp with sweat and maybe some other fluids. Shrugging her tight dress off was proving to be harder than she anticipated, it clung to her every curve. Her body was perspiring and hot to the touch as she guzzled some water to try and cool off. What was going on with her body? She wondered as she looked at herself in the mirror of her new apartment. It was apparent she had swelled out a little bit throughout the day. That was odd, her body had never really gained weight in any particular way, but her breasts looked almost to have gained a cup size, maybe even two. Her panties were digging into her slightly wider hips, and her lips seemed a bit pouty. Weird, maybe she was getting sick, or her body was acclimating to her new environment, retaining water?? As she let her hands explore her slightly exaggerated body, she found little jolts of pleasure at her fingertips. Her hands dipped beneath her bra and teased one of her nipples, and elicited a small gasp of pleasure. She had never had such breasts before, she felt them in her hands as the little jolts shot straight to her brain. Her whole mind was struck with dirty thoughts, about bending over in front of the students, of being spanked with a ruler against her bulging backside, about being fucked in front of her whole class… it all blurred together as her fingers worked themselves across her skin, teasing twisting, fingering herself as she slumped across her couch and divulged into fantasy and debauchery.

Her mind fluttered as she moaned and bucked against her own hand, panties and bra strewn across the tiny apartment as she came over and over again. Vivian wasn't a virgin, she believed in sex for pleasure, she was a strong believer in pleasure and foreplay, but she had never experienced in all her partners the primal lust she did at that moment. Her hands were a flurry as she pumped away at her throbbing and needy pussy, she lapped at the air and let her tongue hang out as she soaked through the couch cushions. She was certain her neighbors could hear her playing with her new found curves and was more aroused by the thought of an audience listening to her please her needy pussy. Her body was on fire, she was desperate to be filled, to be bred, more fingers found their way inside herself as she howled. Her other hand was grabbing at her body, unable to comprehend the growing pleasure, her fat nipples begging to be sucked jutting out of her secretly swelling breasts. Her plump ass bounced up and down as she humped the air, never noticing all the cushion suddenly beneath her. A desperate moaning heap of flesh and curves cumming into the night, she must have cum a dozen times, another first for her. She thought of every cock she had ever sucked or fucked and pounded into herself trying to remember the shape and feel. She was dimly aware she was bigger, her body taking more work to heft and move around than before. She bent over on the couch ass in the air and stuffed more fingers into herself, desperate to be filled, to be fucked.

Hours passed before she finally calmed down, her body flush and sweaty, she felt raw in all the right spots. But, despite the exhilarating experience and a deep exhaustion she felt…. Unsatisfied. As she came down, breathing returning to normal, she recognized how hungry she was. She had some snacks in the fridge she could dive into, but as she arose from her sex soaked couch she saw the apples from before. Just two left sitting on the kitchen table next to a ripped off dress lying on the ground, she grabbed one up almost not thinking, still hazy and lust drunk and bit deep into its flesh. Like a tsunami of pleasure the apple hit her lips and she moaned from the taste alone. She stood there in the dim light of her apartment, soaked and flush, her body slowly swelling outwards unbeknownst to her as she inhaled the delicious fruit. As soon as she realized there was nothing left but picked at apple cores (and sadly decided not to eat those) she licked her fruit and pussy stained fingers, finding the act strangely calming. Exhausted and realizing she had another early class tomorrow she sunk into her sheets and quickly passed out. One hand still lingering near her pussy and the other laying across her breast pinching her nipple.

Vivian woke up thirsty. Her throat felt parched, and her mind was… foggy. It was almost like a bad hangover, but there was no pain, just the dull haze of time passing, slow fog being pushed around in her mind. It was early, a bit before her alarm would have gone off, and as she tried to piece the parts of the night together, as she lay there sticky in the dark. She remembered getting home, being so incredibly horny, (aroused, come on now, she was a professor) and after that time became a little hazy. Oddly satisfied with her evening, despite the feeling of something missing within her. She struggled to get up, feeling slightly heavier and a bit off balance. Vivan was groggily greeted by an upshift in the alphabet. Her small breasts were now jutting literally out a cup or two. She gave an experimental bounce and was pleased at the sudden heft of them on her body, and as a bonus the sudden small clap as her ass cheeks. Which also seemed to have plumped up in the night. Deep inside her mind Vivian knew that a significant weight shift in a woman's body could lead to a number of medical concerns, and some where alarm bells were ringing with years of knowledge. What had happened to her. She was plumping out in all directions, and while it certainly brought out the best bits of hourglass in her body, and she felt so freaking good, she was a bit more than concerned. Right as her brain was about to really dig into the problem and peel back that haze surrounding her, Vivan’s morning alarm went off.

Struggling to find anything that would fit her new and enlarged frame Vivian was sporting a sports bra strapped tight towards her chest and a large sweater to try and minimize the demonstration of her growing body. Her ass was tightly pulled into a pair of high waisted jeans, and while she had wanted to wear business slacks, she had quite literally split the seams on two pairs before she heaved herself into these mom jeans she had for gardening. Even with the disguise her body clearly was creating a lot of curves. The jeans, while appropriate, were tight as a drum and gave her a rather impressive booty from behind. She didn’t want the students or other faculty to see what was happening to her till she could run some tests, or read some older notes. Plus, the idea of her students ogling her big titties (breasts, god, why was that mental slip happening) had led to her seeking a change of panties and being late getting into the car. Vivian arrived in a dash to her class room with only a few minutes to spare. Wobbling a bit as she did with all the new weight being hard to compensate for. As she quickly got ready for her lecture, attempting to cool off in the rather hot sweater, she noticed another gift was waiting on the table. More apples sliced up were strewn throughout the mix of fruits and nuts, and this time it had a large dollop of whipped cream to dip the assorted snacks. Vivian, who had completely forgotten to eat this morning in her delirious and confused state, now looked ravenously at the food. Her stomach growled as she started to pick at the fruit in increasing gluttony. As the students first started to arrive, a few may have noticed the small blemish of cream on the collar of Vivian's sweater, or the light stains of fruit around her fingers and mouth. Or maybe they noticed how the new professor's tits were almost visible in that loose sweater. But, none said anything as they found their seats.

Today was a lecture on healthy pregnancy weights and how the body adapts to the new changes by expanding certain ways. Vivian had begun the lecture feeling incredible, the snacks, the students' engagement in the subject, and her growing pleasure of being in this new town had begun to settle in. The misgivings of the evening slowly slipping away as she found her rhythm. Again, the students had been incredibly diligent and curious. Vivian found she was being asked so many questions. “What is the average bust size a woman will gain when she becomes pregnant?’ “How wide will her hips grow?” “Will she still be able to have sex? To suck me off?” “Have YOU ever been pregnant, Professor?” All of these questions seemed so genuine, and fascinating. Vivian giggled to herself as she did her best to answer each student's question. It was about the hour mark when one of the female students offered to be a demonstration of the exact subject with her own swelling stomach and breasts that it began to derail a bit.

Vivian was excited to demonstrate on the giddy Sophomore. The brunette girl had bounced up with much excitement from where she was sitting next to her hunkish boyfriend, and waddled up to the front of the class. Her breasts were clearly too large for her tank top and they jutted out all around like a muffin top out of a push up bra. Vivian made a mental note to mention getting a larger bra to the woman after class. “See how her breasts have already begun to grow?” Vivan asked the class as she pointed out the exposed puffy flesh. As she motioned with her hands, the young woman removed her top unasked, and showed off a huge set of breasts nearly smashed together by a bra clearly too small for its prisoners. Vivian stared dumbfounded at the students' brazen attitude in front of the whole class. She had removed her top and was now proudly jutting her chest forward for everyone to ogle. A few students took down notes and a few took pictures. Vivan stared at the massive chest lost in the absurdity of the situation, brain attempting to put two and two together, but missing the connection between. “My boobies started growing shortly after Brad and I hooked up. I’m already 2 months pregnant, and have gone up like 4 cup sizes” She chimed happily. Vivian's hands went up to the students' breasts and began to feel them. “Two months? But it looks like this bra is a B cup, and you must have…..?” Vivian trailed off as the student moaned softly. Vivian hadn’t realized that her hand had found the edge of the student's thick nipple and begun tracing it with her fingers. Her other hand was already attempting to grope the other breast of the young woman. They had to have been F-cups or maybe larger. A significant deviation from the average cup or two that was the standard by which the doctor new. Vivian was aware it was hot in the room, and that everyone had gone silent. There was no scratching of pencils, the soft snap of a phone click, a little bit of rustling of hands in pants, and her own body sweating and warm. She was staring right into the students' doe eyes as she slowly let go of the massive tits, and pulled away. Her mind was reeling, why was she letting go, those big boobies needed to be let out of their tiny cage. But, this student shouldn’t be exhibiting this much growth, and in two months.

“Excellent, you're clearly very healthy, and I think you should put your tank top back on … and return to your seat.” The busty brunette, almost reluctantly, Stretched her tight little tank top over her massive rack and sat back down next to her boyfriend, who grabbed her ass as she did and gave her a wink. Vivian knew something was wrong, as she turned back to all the students, it was as if the heat had hit her all at once. Her body was burning up under her sweater, it felt tight, and her nipples felt like they were on fire. She looked out and saw all the bodies in front of her, the tops too tight, the bulges under the desks aimed right at her. How all the students seemed way too focused on her breasts and hips, how her tongue felt dry in her mouth as she flipped through the last few slides. Her mind was slowly slipping into all the fantasies she was thinking about as she stared out at her students. Her hands kept creeping up to her bra and adjusting it under her sweater. Fully aware that her breasts now shifted her sweater ever time she did this, and moaning under breath for every cock she saw creeping down pant legs. Her mind was just about to go down a deep rabbit hole about cocks and tits, and how badly she wanted to be fucked, when the bell rang. All the students suddenly got ready to leave. For a brief moment Vivian stood there still in the motion of giving a lecture, unable to comprehend why everyone had gotten up, still staring at the flesh on display, the slide about hips expanding to hold the weight of the new growing child. The pregnant student winked at her as she walked by, adjusting her top around two huge tits whose nipples now stood erect, jutting through straight at Vivan. “Thanks for the great lecture Professor. I can’t wait for later in the semester when I can really show off how much I have grown.” she smiled and waddled away as her boyfriend grabbed her big backside and gave it a good spank, which caused Vivian to give a quick shudder. The classroom was empty as she stood there still hot under the collar thinking of the boy smacking her ass instead, and how she couldn’t wait to see those titties again.

“How are you adjusting to the new classroom, Dr.Vivian?” a strong baritone voice asked through the haze of her day dreaming. Vivian started as she saw the Dean of students walk in with a large ripe red apple in his hands. She blushed as she had just been staring off to the distance, idly adjusting her bra which was digging in… “Oh! It's been great. The students are wonderful and so attractive… I mean attentive” She smiled a quick smile and attempted to get her notes together in a rush. She was flustered, and aroused and couldn’t seem to keep her mind focused. She kept bumping into everything around her as she messily grabbed her papers. Hips and breasts seemed to jut farther out from her frame, papers being brushed aside, the desk and chair being bumped as she moved.

The Dean set his hand on hers as she was pushing papers around. Her body seemed to melt under the touch. “Don’t be nervous Vivian! I watched the lecture today from the hallway, I loved how you are interacting with the students and becoming very… hands on.” He spoke in a strong voice right next to her ear as she stopped moving. She looked at his hand on hers, following it up, she saw the Dean's strong arms, and despite wearing a blazer and button up, she could see he was well muscled and tanned under the clothing. And upon not much of a closer inspection, that he was sporting a massive erection snaking its way down his pant legs. Her heart was racing, her body screamed at her to touch him, let his hands wander over her new body. “Thank you, Sir. The student may have gotten a little bold in her reveal of her new titties, I mean assets. But, I think the students got a good handful… handle the subject.” Vivian had stood up and was now rocking back and forth on her heels as she realized how close the Dean was. She could smell his cologne, it smelt of apples, and if she rocked a little closer she was sure she could feel the outline of his cock. He was that close to her. He smiled and placed the apple he had brought with him into his mouth and took a loud crunch. His eyes never leaving hers, the penetration of them staring deep into her. Vivian was salivating at the sound of it, and watched as the Dean slowly chewed, turned the apple around and then offered a bite. She leaned in, her body close to his, getting closer and closer, and took a deep bite.

She didn’t know why, this would have been obscene a day or two ago, but right now all she could think about was his lips on that apple, the way his cock pulsed against her thigh, how his other hand had gently cupped her ass as she leaned in. “I think you are going to fit in nicely, Dr. Vivian,” he said with a smile and a firm pat on her swelling ass. She moaned softly, from the apple, from the attention, from her ass being patted. The Dean took his apple away, a long string of saliva lingered between them. Hanging in the air as her eyes stared at him. Her hand slowly made its way towards his thigh, closer to his thick, needy, massive cock. Her eyes, heavy, watched longingly as the Dean stood up straight, smiled wickedly and walked away. Her body was on fire, tits ready to burst from their cage, her libido burning within her, the apple still lingered on her lips, his cock still strongly imprinted in her mind. She tried to get ready to head home, but kept just shuffling her papers around. She couldn’t really understand what they all said at the moment, and kept confusing the order of her notes. She became more and more frustrated with the evening and her lust, and the whole event. The brunette’s tits kept popping into her mind, wondering if she had just peeled the bra back a little more, what she would have seen. Would the Brunette let her? Could she have played with, hefted up, or sucked on those huge titties. Did her boyfriend Brad fuck her every day? How big was his cock? How big was the Dean's cock. And with all these thoughts flowing through her mind, taking up so much space, Vivian with little regard to her location, began to take her sweater off, it was so damn hot and she was struggling to breath in the too tight top. As she pulled the sweater off she realized why. Her tits had swelled out again. Huge amounts of flesh were pouring out the sides of her sports bra, just like the busty pregnant student. Barely hanging on for dear life, it was bulging out, her nipples two hard points jutting against the fabric, there was no way the students hadn’t seen her nipples poking throughout the lecture. The thought caused her to blush and sit down, all those hung men staring at her growing tits, the sexy pregnant student letting her grope and play with her breasts, the way everyone stared at her as they walked out. She undid her mom pants sitting in the chair behind her desk and let her fingers dip underneath her soaked panties.

It was harder, the pants seemed painted on at this point, and she was greeted with a soaping wet pussy already boiling up. She couldn’t stop herself if she tried, her body demanded sex, demanded to be touched to be groped, her mind was filled with images of the Dean plowing her over the desk while her students watched. His massive cock filling out the desperate need between her legs. Imagining the cold wood of the desk against her new tits. Her fingers worked furiously at her puffy pussy, slick and wet from being ignored all day, she felt the bulbous head of her clit, needy and standing out waiting to be flicked and lapped at. Her whole body was swelling and she was getting more and more aroused by the minute. She groaned loudly as she kept going, pulling the sports bra off to reveal her huge tits. They slapped hard against her chest as they fell out. She giggled at the sight and heft of each massive tit. There was no way she was going to get that bra back on, and she didn't care, she pulled one of the fat nipples into her mouth and started to suck on her breasts as more fingers found their way into her cunt. As Vivian bucked against her hand, her other breast jiggled wildly from the wave of movement. Grinding and moaning like a whore in heat, Vivian orgasmed loudly in her own classroom. A writhing dripping horny mess was what she was, a moaning woman in heat, needing to be stuffed and fucked right now. Her ass was busting the seams on the jeans, puffy parts of her hips and thighs finding slight slits to push through. Her hand was a flashing mess as she got off over and over again. Her body never knew this much pleasure. She day dreamed of a student, or the Dean, or hell the janitor to come in and fuck her growing body. She needed to be filled and couldn’t find anything to do the job despite trying more than one thick long office object. She bounced and bucked, she soaked her pants all the way through and deep into her desk chair. The room smelled like sex, and sounded of it as well. Her body was out of control, she was lost in the haze of it all for what seemed like minutes, but in actuality it had slowly bled into hours.

Students had heard the moaning of their new professor through the door, a somewhat common occurrence in this new college. The Dean had seen to that problem with a little sign on the door to the classroom saying “Private Lesson in Session, Do Not Disturb.” He had known she was close, and was just waiting for the apples and snacks to do their work. As he stroked himself off on the way home to his new wife, who he would proceed to fuck again and again all night thinking of Vivians expanding body.

Dr. Vivian had clumsily left her classroom well after classes were done, and the college was closed. She had snuck out topless, her sweater far too small to cover her now massive tits. Her pants had torn in multiple spots revealing a rather large ass wobbling back and forth in a pair of soaked panties and jeans. She was still moaning and playing with herself as she had gotten into her car and drove home. That night she finished off ever snack the college had sent her, had blown through two sets of batteries as she fucked herself hard all night, with every toy she had. Her body lost to the whims of her lust. Her mind slowly drifted farther and farther away with each bite, and each orgasm. Vivian's body slowly plumping out over the hours of intense and passionate masturbation.

1 month later

Dr. Vivian (or Vivi) as she liked her students to call her was in front of her class giving a demonstrative lecture about the proper way to get pregnant to her eager class. Barely recognizable from the past week Vivi had swelled out in every direction. Her massive watermelon sized tits sat huge and predominated on her tiny frame. Each breast barely encased in a tight top showing off a mile of cleavage. Her nipples poked out thick and on full display of the leering students. She hadn't worn a bra in days, not that any fit her massive titties. Her narrow hips lead out to a round and juicy ass that was the envy of all her students, and the plaything of more than one faculty member. It clapped anytime she spun around quickly, which she did often to draw more attention to it. She was wearing a short skirt that allowed the barest bit of her gigantic cheeks from underneath to be seen. Leading to many erections, and had lead to more than one student bending her over the table after class looking for “extra credit”. It wobbled as she strutted back and forth explaininging the ins and outs, and ins and outs of cumming inside. “Make sure your big cock is nice and deep when you finish inside of her” She spoke directly to the class as she pushed lightly on the ass of her Male students who was currently balls deep inside of another female student. “Don’t let an inch go to waste, and make sure that when you get close to finishing you are as deep as you can be.” The male student moaned deeply as he began to thrust harder and faster inside the female student, who was already panting and shaking from the hour long lecture. As the young man began to cum Vivi watched intensely to make sure every drop was blasted into that girls tight pussy. As the man slowed down, and backed up inch by inch by inch revealing a massive thick cock from the tight prison. Vivi grabbed it and began stroking the still sputtering cock in front of the whole class. “See! If you don’t stay in and keep pumping you miss out on the last drips of semen!” She bent over and sucked the last few drops from the flagging cock. Wiped the cum from her puffy big lips and slapped the man on the ass to return to his seat. “Alright, that's three loads in Miss Honeysmith already, but remember students, every load counts when you are trying to get pregnant. Isn’t that right Miss Honeysmith?” Vivi asked the delirious woman sprawled out in front of the whole class, pussy leaking where everyone could see. She moaned softly, lips spread in a delirious and deeply fucked smile. “Now which student hasn't cum in Miss Honeysmith today?” More than one hand flew up in the classroom, and more than one cock was unsheathed from their enclosure. Vivi had picked this student to study the growth of, because she had been a virgin and had been very slight in her frame, much like Vivi was before the professorship had started. But after two weeks of constantly getting fucked by every male in the classroom and even Vivi herself after class, she was beginning to swell out quite nicely. Her ass had bubbled out nicely, and looked great in a tiny thong. Her tits had only gone up two cup sizes at the moment, but Vivi could see that she was beginning to take on more and more weight. The Dean had fully endorsed Vivi’s new area of research at the college, and after a quick blowjob to thank him for his endorsement, and a few more after that. Vivi had gotten quickly to work testing the growth rates of all the newly pregnant students. She had also begun measurements of all the healthy cocks in the school, both erect and flaccid. The flaccid measurements were the hardest to get (tehehe hard) because as soon as she went to measure them, they needed to be drained all over again. Gosh it was crazy how the average size of cock in this college was a good 4 inches above the average in the nation. Good for Vivi, who was now fucking most days after class with a slew of new partners.

She finished up the lecture a short while later, after two more male volunteers, and one female who wanted to lap at the absolutely fucked and dripping pussy. As she was finishing up and getting ready for another evening discussing her findings, while riding the Dean's massive cock, bouncing up and down like an airheaded bimbo. One of the male students had stayed behind for extra help. Vivi had learned to put her new assets to work, and had the man begging to fuck her within minutes. She used her manicured nails and puffy blown out lips to expertly fish out the students' bulging cock. She pushed the strapping young man onto her desk and extracted her huge tits. Each one lay around the sides of the now fully erect monolith of cock in front of her. The head of this raging monster barely poked out from the top, angry and leaking already. Silly boy, Vivi thought, he clearly hasn’t cum enough today. He needs to be practicing better release with his many partners, she giggled to herself as her lips plunged up and down, working inch after inch down her spreading throat. The man bucked wildly, moaning about how none of his partners could match the professor's experience and expertise. Her ass bounced behind her, thong stretched tight between too huge cheeks, as the bucking nearly caused her to fall backwards. Luckily the improved cushion had helped her to stay balanced.

Vivi smiled to herself as she felt the vein in the cock pulse to life against her tongue, knowing it would be mere seconds till he exploded and face fucked her till he collapsed backwards. As the flood of cum erupted from the head of his cock, Vivi bore down with all her powers to the base of the monster and swallowed till she couldn't hold another drop. As slowly as she could, she let inch after inch slide out of her throat till the monster was spasming weakly against her massive tits. Leaking down between her cleavage and dripping out of her mouth as she giggled. “Make sure you get off two more times today! This healthy cock will only get needier and needier by the end of day.” She wiped away large globs of yummy cum as she stood up and let the student get dressed. She cleaned herself up lightly and got ready to see the Dean and discuss this week's new exciting discoveries. Hopefully he had a few more apples in his office she could snack on.

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