Her eyes darted back and forth, nervously, the silence lasting a BIT too long...she was panicking quietly, wondering what would happen if he told her parents...they'd ship her off to military school...and with her status as a 'Straight A' student...her reputation would be RUINED!
As he told them to go to his class, she quickly scurried out, running as fast as she could out of the locker room, her tail tucked between her legs. Though, a light slap on her ass by her partner gave the silent message of 'see you later'. As she walked and heard his scorn, the bell around her neck tinkled and remembering the slap, her pussy became wetter under her skirt. So of her pussy juices dribbled onto her inner thigh and she tried to subtly wipe it off with her tail.
The tension was thick as she stood in from of his desk, his fingers tapping, waiting for her explanation as to WHY she was getting fucked by another student in the girl's locker room...
"W-Well...I...er...well, you see sir..."
She stuttered trying to think of an exclamation and fast. Then she tried her best to veer away from punishment using what she called, the 'hypocrite motif'.
"Professor...you can't say YOU didn't try that kind of stuff when YOU were in high school...that's why you lost your ears early..."
Her teacher wasn't THAT old...at most, maybe a 6 year difference between them...
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He did not dispute her reasoning. And his chest rose, then fell, in a slow breath. He wanted to seem to be the wiser, the one who did not do foolish things as she said. But, he did. He loved every second of it. The faint image was so vivid to him, even now. The girl he was with had the same reasoning as this girl...Wanting her ears to stay long after she left high school. She had adored animals, and looking like this, made her hot. But, she soon fell to the overwhelming seduction of a throbbing member.
"Well, you are right. I've not been a 'good' student all my life either."
He opened his drawer, where he kept his most dear things. It was a few pictures of him, and his favorite class, out and about. He often let them out of school, to embrace the summer days. Yes, this school ran right through summer, and continued.
"This is the beginning of the year."
It was around July. And the next was around September.
"And this is further down the road."
He pointed to her, obviously the person whom the topic was about.
"See that subtle difference? Your chest, does it seem...odd? That it's bigger? Not slightly due to natural growth, but dramatically so?"
He put her back on that same line, on the edge of perversion, and giving her an uncomfortable feel.
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She held her breath and crossed her fingers behind her back, sweating, hoping that her getting off topic gambit had worked. She noticed that her professor seemed reminiscing...a memory perhaps? Her ears flattened. She wasn't going to let her guard down till she was safe from punishment...
As he started that, not even HE was perfect, Desire let out an audible sigh of relief...PHEW! She had gotten away with it; it seemed...so no more being in trouble...no phone calls to her parents...nothing that would expose her secret...she hoped...
Then Desire cocked her head curiously and leaned towards the desk as he pulled out a photo album it seemed. She saw the difference immediately. In both pictures, she was the book wormy type, hands full of papers and notebook with her glasses resting on the bridge of her nose. However in the first...July...she was very...small...size 'A'. In the second, she looked like a teacher herself, sitting on the wall, one leg seductively over the other and her breasts MUCH larger and perkier still.
She gulped nervously as Mr. Gabriel questioned her and she pulled away from the desk, her hands behind her back and her leg running up behind her other in an obviously 'uncomfortable with the situation' fashion.
"I-I was...uh...sir...I-I had surgery over the break sir...I...erm..."
