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DR. TOM TO THE RESCUE?
Tina used her access to the museum collection to 'borrow' the token, slipping it carefully into her backpack to secure it for the few hours it would be needed.
"No one will miss it for that short of a period," she assuaged her conscience for the temporary theft of the valuable artifact. "I'll have it back right after I visit Dr. Tomlinson in his office tomorrow morning."
Eric was already asleep when she got home, stripping to her panties as he always required and slipping into bed quietly so as not to wake him and incur some ridiculous demand to satisfy his perverse desires. With a potential solution to her plight in mind, it was the best night's sleep Tina had experienced since returning from the summer archaeological expedition.
As usual the next morning, Tina dressed down to her common khaki pants and red flannel shirt, genuinely not wanting to look like a sex goddess. She needed Dr. Tom's cooperation if her plan to escape her vengeful husband's dominating control of her life and body was to come to fruition but didn't want to give the lonely widower any suggestive ideas either.
Hoping to be perceived as the intellectual she viewed herself to be and not the sex bomb she'd been turned into by Eric, try as she might, Tina couldn't help giving the appearance of an older man's wet dream with her now flawless body and awe-inspiring tits undoubtedly catching and holding every man's attention.
Sauntering down the hall towards the faculty offices later that afternoon after her classes, Tina couldn't hide a sultry sway to her marvelous ass and an unavoidable bounce to her DD-cup tits poorly hidden by her flannel button down shirt.
"Dr. Tom, do you have a minute?" she asked coyly, peeking the upper half of her torso around the door frame and dipping slightly to inadvertently emphasize her substantial cleavage. "I'd like to talk to you about that token I found this summer, if you don't mind the interruption."
"Tina, discussing archaeology with my best and brightest is never an interruption," the kindly balding man replied, his sharp hazel eyes drifting from Tina's face to her chest and then back again knowing he'd been busted for the improper gaze. "Come in and let me know what's on your mind."
"Oh, you're too sweet," the desirable grad student gushed, turning on the charm as she took the simple wooden chair from the other side of her professor's desk and pulled it around next to his own leather office chair.
"I hope you don't mind," Tina apologized, "but I removed this piece briefly from the museum because it was important to show to you what I've learned about the incantation giving it its powers."
Placing the token in his warm palm before placing her hand over his own, she pressed them together firmly just as Eric had done with her just before the school year began.
"As you know, the Shoshone chiefs exercised a great deal of authority over the members of the tribe," Tina explained what the professor certainly already knew, then added the folklore she'd learned in the treatise. "From my research, it appears this token was the key to their power."
Gazing earnestly at her mentor, her blue eyes sparkled with unintended allure and the forbidden promise of so much unspoken pleasure while the poor older man only stared mesmerized at her pretty face, growing intoxicated in a manner he'd never quite felt before in her presence.
"Anyway, if I read it right, the chief needed to speak these words to invoke the spell," she continued with an enchanting lilt to her tone, "but I can't pronounce them. Can you say them for me?"
"Um, yes, certainly, at least, I think so," Dr. Tomlinson stammered, his concentration broken by the question as he sought to regain his composure. "Let me give it a try."
As he started to pull his hand away Tina gripped more tightly, urgently not wanting to let him go fearing the spell wouldn't work if they weren't connected to the token and each other as he spoke the invocation. Instead, she drew her eyes appealing towards the treatise on his desk suggesting he simply read it from there.
Dazed and willing to please his captivating student, who'd developed into a surprisingly busty and provocative beauty in the months since returning from the summer field trip, Dr. Barton Tomlinson did as she asked.
"Duwui neme ot ulkanto nul uvi duwai," he stated haltingly, struggling to pronounce each syllable correctly but comfortable he'd succeeded.
'Huhhh,' Tina exhaled as a rush overcame her body with the words releasing her from Eric's control as the treatise suggested and lifting the scourge of the insatiable cum lust building within her body and mind all morning up to that moment.
"Are you okay, Tina?" her professor asked with concern at her reaction, unaware what had just occurred.
As a critically thinking academic, he didn't believe in the power of the token, just as Tina hadn't when Eric cast the spell on her to take control and revenge on his cheating wife. Dr. Tom didn't connect the words to any magical transformation and assumed his pupil had simply been impressed by his pronunciation of the charm.
"Yes, I'm fine, professor," Tina answered immediately, now predisposed to do as her friend and mentor said with the control transferring from her husband to him.
Raising herself expectantly, she waited for the next words from his mouth as if they were the only thing that matter, which under the spell was her new reality.
"Okay, good, you seemed flushed," the relieved fifty-something man replied. "Is the room too warm or something? Why don't you grab a bottle of water from the fridge and cool off?"
"Yes, professor, I do need to cool off," his married acolyte repeated almost in a trance, grabbing a cold bottle from the refrigerator and taking a big swig as she returned to her professor's side.
Then, to Barton's disbelieving gaze, the buxom wife suddenly began undoing the buttons on the front of her shirt one by one until the cloth was entirely open and her lacy white bra overflowing with prodigious tit flesh was fully revealed.
"Tina, what are you doing?" the stunned academician gasped at the vision of his star student's impressive chest.
"I'm cooling off, as you said," she answered matter-of-factly, continuing to strip off the shirt to stand brazenly in her jeans and bra, tossing the garment on the desk. "That shirt is too hot on a warm autumn day like today."
"But, um, I don't understand," Dr. Tom mumbled his confusion.
"Read the treatise, Dr. Tom," Tina suggested squarely, entranced and malleable but not without her wits. "It'll explain everything."
In truth, the crafty student could have kept the secret of her mentor's newly endowed control, at least for a while, but she knew the man was far too smart to stay ignorant for long.
Heck, he was already figuring out something had changed in his voluptuous student and his intellectual curiosity would eventually drive him to read the treatise on his own anyway, so she thought it best to partner with him now with the hope he'd not take advantage - at least, not to the degree Eric had.
Tina knew the gamble she was taking - the trick of making Dr. Tom recite the incantation had transferred the power of the token to him, breaking the curse Eric held but giving the good-natured older man absolute control over her mind and body.
'If it breaks my cum addiction alone, the trade was worth it,' Tina convinced herself. 'Hell, Dr. Tom is such a nice guy, maybe he'll even release me completely.'
That last hope was overly optimistic, she knew, but what other choice did she have even if he did realize the wonderful bounty dropped in his lap.
'Honestly, what man wouldn't want a big-titted sex toy at his beck and call?' Tina recognized more rationally. 'Dr. Tom is a guy, after all, and widowed too.'
Still, it was a risk worth taking and Dr. Tomlinson was the only person she trusted. As importantly, the intelligent grad student realized her licentious behavior over the semester was raising eyebrows in the department.
Tina needed to be proactive before she was hauled before the Dean, correctly assuming the high ethical standing and well-earned esteem of Dr. Barton Tomlinson could shield her from scrutiny and, more importantly, academic discipline.
"Wait here while I read this," the curious professor remarked, not really thinking it as an order.
That's how Tina's compromised mind perceived it, however, and stay there she did, not bothering to put her shirt back on because he'd neglectfully failed to tell her to do so.
Twenty minutes later, after several nods, uh-huh's, and raising of his bushy eyebrows, Dr. Tomlinson's rugged face turned mischievous with his thin lips drawing into a wicked smile. It was a distinctly impious look Tina had never seen before on his normally amicable countenance, sending a chill through her body wondering if she'd made a mistake in her choice of savior.
"Complete control, huh?" he pondered aloud, the wheels turning in his gifted brain. "That's intriguing. I'm guessing someone must have had it before me. That's the only explanation for your unusual, um, 'growth,' shall we say, and your questionable behavior this semester."
Perhaps for the first time considering the possibilities, Dr. Tom wanted to know more - to satisfy his thirst for knowledge for certain, but also to feed his rising interest in this lovely damsel he'd admired intellectually but was now looking at in a more pruriently physical light.
"Who was it?" the astute man asked. "Tell me who and everything he did to you."
