This is the beginning of the third and final "book" of Under Pressure. I hope you have all enjoyed it as much as I have.
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The small classroom felt like a restrictive kind of place as the late spring bloomed. All the windows were flung wide open to greet the air now warm enough to permit it, the sweet scent of flowers flowed in. The students also suffered from dramatically degraded attention spans, a fact which I had long since learned to take into account at the end of my semesters. Put the important information up front, while they still were mostly able to absorb it, and just do reinforcement for the back half of the period. It wasn't ideal, but it worked.
Spring Fever was also in full pitch in other ways. The college was packed to the brim with coeds who were enjoying the first blush of spring warmth by wearing just as little as they could get away with. The boys were rather appreciative of this fact, and to be fair in previous years I would have been as well. This year was... a bit different. For one, I had two wildly sexy and sexual women at home. When an average day included two to five sexual encounters, it put the damper on what revealing clothing could do.
For two, I was suddenly in the top echelon of hotness, myself. Gone was the slightly-hunched, pale, middle-aged IT professor. Replaced overnight by smoothly tanned skin, powerful muscle, regular features, and a monster-sized dick that could be clearly perceived against my pants if I was not careful. Concealing the fact that it had nothing at all to do with self care and everything to do with actual magic had taken a lot of doing. Loose clothes, makeup, hair color, deliberately bad posture, commentary about seeing a chiropractor, the works. Even so, I was only now getting to the point where I could stop taking so much time in the mornings to conceal things. It meant that the whispers in the halls now included a lot of speculation as to my availability for a fling, and how long the line would be if the answer was yes.
I mean... okay, I was absolutely available for a fling. So were my wife and our girlfriend. That was kind of the point. Just not with students at the college I worked at. Impropriety, and all.
My eyes were sharper these days. I could much more easily see when specific students needed help, even when they didn't want to admit it. My empathy was up through the roof, letting me head off fights and frustrations both in and out of the classroom. And... well, I was taller, more muscular, and way more attractive. It got me listened to much more quickly by basically everyone. Shallow and instinctual? Perhaps. Did I ruthlessly exploit this edge to make both classes and faculty meetings go more smoothly? Absolutely.
The bell rang, the class period was over. In the past, I might have stayed there in the hopes that I could catch a few of the inevitable questions as the students fled. Not anymore. As entertaining as the idea of students throwing themselves at me for their grades might be, I really did want to keep this job. At least a couple more years, until I could qualify for retirement. It wasn't much of a pension, but combined with what Lucy and Lilly were making on cam it would be enough to be comfortable for the foreseeable future. This particular bell on this particular day meant I could get home. No mandatory office hours, and given what was waiting for me at home (plus the fact that students were just listening better on average) I had no interest in staying voluntarily for extras. I had my briefcase locked up and was out the door faster than I used to do when I was one of the students.
My phone pinged at me as I got to the car. A message from Lucy:
Sarah is here for you!
Sarah. Our current guest, and candidate to complete our little family. She seemed like a good fit, and with Lucy and Lilly's approval we had begun the process of transforming her slowly into the absolute perfection of the women she was preparing to join. Hers had been going much more slowly than the others, by her wishes. A month at it, and we were only a bit over halfway there. Slowly, her dark skin had become a smooth ebon black. Slowly, her face had sharpened from her self-conscious flatness. Slowly, her sagging breasts had lifted into a proud display of their already-impressive size. Who knew how far she would go?
Not bad for someone who started as a customer of my ladies' online channels, eh?
The apartment building was plain on the outside, the elevator the same as it ever was. Even so, my heartrate was picking up as I got closer to my home. To the woman who was becoming mine. Despite the undeniably excessive amount of mind-blowing sex I had been getting, despite having two wonderful and gorgeous ladies in my life, the thought of transforming another was still incredible. As soon as I opened the door, it was obvious what was going on. I stepped in and closed the door, stripping as soon as the outside world could not see.
In the center of our living room was a kneeling figure, seemingly carved from dark chocolate. Sarah. Even in her pose, submitting herself to me, I could see that she had grown. Her muscles had firmed and smoothed, moving towards the body of a swimmer or runway model. At the same time, there was definitely more of her there, growing taller along with the rest of her changes. She wore nothing there and wore it well, hairless from the neck down, and I could smell her arousal from several feet away at the door. Lucy and Lilly were nowhere to be seen. Presumably, Sarah wanted me alone for this one.
I knew from our time getting used to each other what she wanted. No words need be spoken for this next part. Slowly and smoothly, I discarded my clothing to the side. Just as smoothly, I stepped forward, my rising hardness enormous by any normal standard. Overwhelmingly so, arguably the biggest on Earth. Until this last set of pressure points, Sarah had been unable to take it all, no matter which way she tried. Today, though, the changes she had undergone combined with her self-professed (and amply demonstrated) love of and talent for giving oral meant that as soon as my tip touched her face she was taking it into her mouth. Forward she went, taking me all the way down to the root. I could feel her skilled tongue and throat working at me, driving me towards the edge as fast as she could.
If it hadn't been for who she was competing against, it might have worked. As it stood, I merely stood and enjoyed her efforts. Could I have let myself go? Sure, but that would hardly be fun.
Before too long she had to back her luscious lips off of me, looking up at me with pleading eyes. My hand came down to her long, black hair and guided her back to the ground. I mounted her there, thrusting deeply into her as she lay on our living room floor. Her moans sounded, soft and desperate, in my ears. I felt her needy depths, gripping me with every push as if reluctant to let go. Repeatedly, I felt her body clench on me in orgasm, helpless to resist beneath me, and on the fourth or fifth of these I let myself join her, filling her to the brim with my essence.
Her eyes were wide and staring up at the ceiling, she gasped for breath as she recovered from our lovemaking. Knowing I was still ready to go for anything, it was time. "Sarah, are you ready for me to keep pushing your transformation forward?"
She didn't respond verbally for a bit, gulping deeply. Her expression came back to herself, though, slowly and inevitably. As I was still buried deep within her, she shook her head. "No. I think this is where I stop, Jay."
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"So that's it? She just got dressed and left?" Lucy was understandably a bit put out. Sarah's transformation had been going well, she was fitting in well with the household, and every indication had been that she was going to complete our little set.
"Pretty much. She won't be returning. She had a lot of regret for the man she dumped last year, before she started watching our content and came to us. If he's still single, she's about to give herself to him properly with her new body. Told me we were too overwhelming. That the changes were too much."
"I told you two we needed to slow her down more!" Lilly didn't seem too happy, either. Both she and Lucy had been transformed entirely in a week. Sarah had been a month in and only halfway there, I'd been scared it would start to interfere with the process if we slowed it down more.
"No use arguing. We agreed from the start. Everyone is all the way willing, or we let them go. She wanted out, and that is that."
Lucy took another deep breath. "Might have less sting if this wasn't the third one already."
