CW: questionable consent; non-human; forced orgasms; transformation; slime; mind control; age gap; possession; living clothes; schoolgirl; age gap; cheating
'Talia,' Willow said, barely eight hours since she'd woken up with a student's cock inside her, moaning as they fucked in his disgusting bed, writhing in pleasure as he made her cum twice before the day had even started. 'Talia and... Vivian. Can both of you stay behind, please? Just for a moment. The rest of you, I'll see you next week, okay?'
The class dispersed - all except the two girls she'd called on. Both eighteen, beautiful, smart... she knew
exactly
why she'd stopped on them.
Because something inside her had told her to.
Her
. The thing that had taken her, had made her do such heinous, lewd things... it had faded from total control, letting her be a teacher for the day. Clearly it wanted to be hidden. Every time she thought about going to the Witches, or for help, she-
'Ah,' she hissed, hiding the bolt of pain that shot through her. It was through her chest this time, and felt unmistakably like teeth crunching into her left nipple.
It slid around her, between her and her clothing, throughout the day; like a slug upon her skin. And yet, she didn't shudder or squirm when it happened. In fact, it felt... all too natural. Like it was part of her.
'Yes, Miss?' Talia asked as she, Vivan and Willow were left behind. The door clicked shut, and the light shining upon it betrayed the bright early afternoon light of the end of a school day. They had
plenty
of time.
Willow swallowed.
She was being made to do this, of course. The creature - whatever it was, it had been biding its time. Letting her teach, teasing her, messing with her, following her throughout the school day like it was normal. Willow wondered if it enjoyed the teaching as much as it seemed to enjoy slipping around her body.
Right now, it was beneath her bra. Well, correction, it
was
her bra. Willow, after waking up in a student's bed, had left him with her underwear - she wasn't sure why. She'd just... done it. So, now, throughout the day, the
thing
on her had been acting as a sort of... substitute.
But it was still in her head. She could feel that, too.
'Girls,' Willow said, walking to the door. She pulled the small blind down, seeing how her shadow cast upon it, the sun shining through the window directly opposite. She'd have to be careful of that.
Carefully, and quietly, she clicked the lock shut, too.
'I don't know if you know why I've kept you back?'
Willow turned to face the students. She took them in, seeing them for what they were.
Talia was, for all intents and purposes, something of a dork. She was taller than most girls, and it made her shrink at the shoulders and look at others through the top rim of her glasses, which sat on her face between the long, brown hair that fell over her features. She was pretty, but she hid it, despite the fact that she was slender in all the right places, with slight curves and a decent chest. She could be beautiful and tall and powerful if she believed in herself.
Vivian, on the other hand, was more classically pretty - and she knew it. Blonde hair, bright smile and a killer attitude, she was the kind of girl you hated to sit next to because she would pull all of the attention away, hoovering it up effortlessly. Despite this, Willow had never had an issue with her in class - she wasn't conceited or selfish. She was just beautiful, and charming, and she enjoyed all of the benefits that being charming and beautiful brought a person.
Talia was wearing trousers and a jumper, despite the warm weather, with the school's logo over her left tit -
Melmana Instructionary
. Vivian was wearing a shirt and blazer, with a convenient skirt. One of them wanted to cover up, the other so used to showing off she didn't even realise she was doing it anymore.
The girls looked at each other, then shook their heads.
'Okay,' Willow said, as the impulse took over; whatever it was inside her,
on
her, it took over.
In an instant, her hands whipped up, and from each wrist came a flood of green jelly-like fluid - it moved like lightning, spraying each of the girls in their faces. Immediately, as they recoiled and yelped, thin strips of green whipped around their mouths, wrapping around the backs of their heads, gagging them as they tried to shout out.
More slime came from Willow, streaking from her body and onto theirs. Willow couldn't hear the influence of the monster inside her anymore - it was thinking outside of her, only keeping her body as a place to hide. Willow watched as Vivian tried to run, and the slime snapped around her ankles, tripping her but catching her in a bed of slime more powerful than anyone in that building.
In an instant, Vivian was hiked up, her ankles yanked upwards over her own shoulders - she was lucky she was limber - as her hands were tied together and hiked up, over her head. Around her, slime climbed and ballooned, covering her in a bubble as Vivian's wide, scared, blue eyes looked around the room for help - falling on Willow, her teacher. But there was nothing to do.
Vivian was pulled upwards, by the wrists and ankles, like an animal ready for slaughter, as the bubble formed around her, holding her in. Containing her.
Willow's gaze, shamefully, landed for a moment too long on the way Vivian's skirt had been flipped up, and the cute underwear her student was wearing as they dampened, soaking in the slime that encompassed her as she was lifted. Slime attached to the ceiling, dangling her by the limbs about three foot off the ground, hanging from a strand as thick as any vine. She was being saved for later.
The other girl, Talia, didn't suffer such patience; the slime that had sprung from Willow from seemingly nowhere had made quick, intentional work of her clothing, completely melting away her trousers and patches of her jumper; from beneath, Willow could see pale flesh, soft and nubile, poking out as Talia tried to scream through her slime-gag. Talia stumbled back, into a desk that was right behind her, as her eyes gazed up at her classmate who was tied and caught, lifted up like meat. Fear ran through her.
Which was just about when Willow felt the slime slipping through her, shifting around her chest, slipping from her holes and emptying her, until it was done. The last of it jumped from her, and Willow herself stumbled, suddenly weak.
The green was between them, a mass of shapeless
stuff
that stood in the centre of the room. Willow watched as it gave itself arms, a head, legs. A vague humanoid shape that, just as quickly, became... feminine. The curve of breasts, shapely legs and a rump that Willow couldn't help but spend an extra second looking at as he struggled to stand in her own right.
There was a quiet, all of a sudden, as the three women watched the slime become human - not in colour, it retained its translucent green, but in shape. Eyes, mouth, nipple, toes, hair.
She was rather beautiful.
She approached Talia. 'You know what I am?'
Talia nodded, clutching the table like her life depended on it.
'Then you know I don't kill, or harm. I have no intention of doing anything to you that would leave you worse than you are right now.' She - it? - took another step forward. 'But you understand what I
do
, yes?'
Talia nodded. The slime around her mouth melted away, permitting her to speak. 'You... Dayna said you...'
'Yes?' the green woman asked. 'It's okay.' She was close enough to touch Talia, now. Willow thought about doing something. About helping her poor student before she was subjected to... to...
Well, she was right, right? It wasn't like she'd
hurt
Willow. She'd just... made her do things that she wouldn't normally do, but they'd felt
good
. Even if they involved being unfaithful.
'You fucked her,' Talia said, and Willow's eyes went wide. 'You made her... unstable. Obsessed.'
'It was that good,' the green said.
'But, you killed someone,' Talia said. 'You said you don't hurt people, but you did. You killed Sonja.'
The mouth of the slime woman twitched. 'Not at all,' she said. 'Sonja is alive and well.'
'Then... what happened?'
'She chose to come with me,' she said. 'She chose me, because it felt so
