Kyle looked over at Jake. "Well Mr. Smith, your body now looks like you did when you started this class."
Jake shifted in the desk as his body gained mass.
"Just this once, I'll let you get in costume if it helps you get in character." Kyle said. Mr. Smith, go to your desk and prepare to teach.
As soon as Jake, now Mr. Smith again, sat down in his desk Kyle said, "Action!"
Blake went up to the desk and in an effected nerdy voice he said, "Why did you give me a D on my pop quiz? I deserved more than that."
Mr. Smith in what felt like an out of body experience said, "If you want I can give you some extra credit. It might be a harder assignment than you're used to."
Blake said, "At this point I'll take whatever you can give me."
Mr. Smith stood up and slapped his hard eleven inches on the table and said, "Let's see what you can do with this D first."
"You're so hard Mr. S." Blake said as he leaned over the desk to take a lick of the tip. "You must be really pent up."
Mr. Smith realized it had been a while since he had gotten his rocks off. Then, Blake said, "Give me that veiny cock."
When that was said, Mr. Smith noticed the veins on his dick start to protrude a little more. Oh no. He thought to himself as he looked over at Kyle's grinning face. The other curse is still in effect. Whatever porned out Blake said about him was going to change him like everything else had.
Blake greedily traced his tongue up and down his cock and said, "You're leaking so much you're going to ruin my glasses." Mr. Smith's cock began to run like a faucet dripping pre all over his friend.
Thinking quickly, Mr. Smith grabbed his head and forced the entire length of his dick down the student's throat, effectively silencing him. But it wasn't long, because he had been so pent up that he was shooting long ropes of cum deep into Blake's stomach. He pulled out, dribbling a little of his seed from Blake as he did. He sighed in relief. Thinking that surely his "scene" was over.
But Blake just hopped off the desk and went around to the side of it. He unbuttoned his suspenders from the back and lowered his shorts to expose the white briefs he had on underneath. "I know you're not going to quit until I show you why I deserve an A." He lowered the briefs down exposing the meaty orbs of his enhanced ass. He waggled his ass, his shorts and underwear dropping to his thighs.
Mr. Smith was unable to stop himself. He had to keep at it. He moved behind Blake and began to pump a finger in and out of the young man's hole. Then, two fingers. Then Blake cocked his head and said, "Get a taste, you know you'll like it."
Mr. Smith felt the need to taste that ass. He bent down and began to circle the pucker with his tongue.
"Oh yeah, you love my ass." Blake moaned. Mr. Smith began to hungrily devour what was presented before him. He couldn't get enough. He ripped away the shorts and briefs and put his whole face between those cheeks. It wasn't enough so he hoisted Blake up on the desk and put his legs over his shoulders.
Blake moaned and groaned like he was being tortured with pleasure. After a while, he reached down and pulled Mr. Smith's head away. "He said, "It looks like your favorite grading tool is back in action."
Sure enough, Mr. Smith's dick was rock hard again.
"Come on, fuck me." Blake moaned. Mr. Smith didn't hesitate. He put the full length of himself deep in that hole.
"Yeah fuck me!" Blake hollered. His legs kicking in the air at the massive intrusion and his hand reaching down to jerk his dick. He continued to pant and moan. "Give it to me!" He said. Mr. Smith continued to pick up pace. Pumping in and out as his student slid back and forth across the desk. Blake moaned in time with the sound of the balls slapping against his ass cheeks.
Then he said something he shouldn't have. He said something that fucked things up for Jake. He said, "Give it to me harder daddy."
Just like with everything else said about Jake Smith, he looked down and his student was his son. His perverted and fucked up son. His son that jumped at any cock he could get. His son that he loved so much. Jake knew it was the curse. He knew it wasn't the reality moments before but now, he was balls deep in his own flesh and blood.
Blake Sterling Smith said, "Yeah, you love your slutty boy."
Mr. Smith pulled out. Not in shame or in embarrassment or in horror. He pulled out because his son wanted the money shot. Jake shot all over him as Blake finished as well painting him from his glasses to his belly button. Then, Blake got up and cleaned his dick with his tongue still moaning and enjoying the afterglow.
"Bravo! Bravo!" Kyle said with mocking applause. "There were a few unexpected plot twists but that was a great first time. What did you think boys?" Kyle said with a nod to Blane and Joseph.