Suddenly, the bell rings. The class starts to pour in. At first, they gave you and Jamie strange looks, but a quick wish changes that. Something surprised you, though - instead of exaggerated, slutty, beautiful women, the class looked... normal. Like normal college students, if not quite a bit wealthier than average. You realized that this would be a lot more work than you had anticipated - it seemed that most of the changes were limited to this classroom, and your students hadn’t been impacted at all.
“Well, no matter. I wish I knew what the subject of this class is. I wish that I knew what the students thought of me and Jamie. And I wish that no one would hear my wishes when I make them.” You whispered out.
Suddenly, a jolt of information filled your brain. You now knew that the subject was “Feminine Pleasure: A Deep Dive into the Sexuality of Women.” A bit too pretentious of a title for your liking, but the subject matter seemed fitting. You also knew that the students thought that it was strange to have such porn star-esque teachers with such revealing outfits and odd names, but your former wish didn’t let them think too deeply about it. In addition, most of the students were tired - this was their first day and you were the last class of the day - which allowed you to manipulate them a little bit more easily. Before class really started, you wished that you knew and could easily remember every student’s name.
For the next two hours, you made introductions and kept hinting at what the class was going to be - framing it as a sort of philosophical discussion about sexuality, which in some ways it was - while Jamie sat by, ready to help at a moment’s notice.
“...and that’s what we’re going to be discussing for the next 4 months. Thank you. You may leave now.” You said, taking a bow, your giant tits jiggling as you did so.
The students left even more quickly than they had come in. You sighed. You really had to do something about the structure of the school. One classroom would never be able to completely change enough people to make a nation of horny lesbian sluts - or whatever you were trying to do, you weren’t quite sure yet. Sure, you could just wish them into horny dyke sluts, but where was the fun in that? The rest of the school needed to help. You had to go to the dean’s office first, and then maybe the individual teachers...
Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt a pair of hands grope your massive tits and an equally pair of massive tits squish against your back.
“You did... wonderfully...” Jamie whispered into your ear.
Maybe... maybe you could go to the dean’s office a little later...
******
Meanwhile, Abigail Jones, usually called Abby by her friends, was walking back to her dorm from Miss Cumslut’s class. She was the 19 year old daughter of a real estate mogul. She was about 5 foot 4, thin, with B cup breasts, skinny hips, and a relatively flat rear. Her long hair was dyed a midnight purple. She was pale, almost ghastly, though she certainly wasn’t unattractive. She didn’t wear much makeup, as she hadn’t liked the way the matching purple lipstick she’d bought looked on her thin lips.
She’d failed the entrance exam for the university she’d wanted to get into. Distraught and downtrodden, she went to her parents for advice, and they recommended this school.
At least, she was pretty sure thats what had happened. Something felt... off about today, especially when she’d gotten to her last class. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it. She caught up with her friend and dormmate Jessica Riley, an heiress to a large insurance company, and started chatting with her.
“Hey, so... that class today was kinda weird, right?” Abby said.
“What do you mean?” Jessica said.
“I mean... don’t you think the teachers are kinda... attractive?” Abby said.
“Attractive? Abby, are you a lesbian?” Jessica said. There wasn’t any malice in her voice, just a bit of confusion.
“No! I just mean... their clothes were a little revealing, right?” Abby said.
“I guess? They seemed pretty formally dressed to me.” Jessica said.
“But what about their names?” Abby said.
“I haven’t heard names like that either. Maybe they’re foreign? I don’t know. Are you alright? You got a fever or something?” Jessica asked.
“No... I’m fine.” Abby said, defeated. “Let’s just go back to the dorm.”
“Alright. Then we can get some dinner! I skipped lunch, so I haven’t seen the canteen yet.” Jessica said.
“Umm... alright, yeah.” Abby said.
******
Meanwhile, you had a quick makeout session with Jamie before cutting it short. “Jamie, I’d love to fuck you right now, but I have to go to the dean’s office first.” You said.
Jamie looked disappointed for her second before her eyes glazed over and her expression became neutral. “Okay, Debbie. Make sure to come back soon!” She said with a smile.
You left the classroom. Standing in the hallway, you looked back for a second to see Jamie fucking herself with a huge dildo that had been hidden behind her desk.
You walked down the hall, your hips swaying sensually, admiring the fact that the school was filled with nothing but women. You made another silent wish, making sure the rest of the school didn’t find anything wrong with a curvaceous, beautiful, lesbian porn star lecturing in their local academy.
Finally, you reached the dean’s office. You walked in.
“Oh, um, Miss Cumslut, is it? How are you?” She said. She was a middle aged woman, just like Miss Cuntlicker had become. You read the plaque attached to her desk - “Portia Dykeman”
“I’m doing well. How are you?” You said.
“Well, I’m doing well. I’m happy to have you here, even if it’s for a... peculiar class.” She said.
“What’s so... peculiar about it?” You said in a seductive voice. You walked to over to her and put your hand on her chin, staring her deep in the eyes.
Portia looked quite uncomfortable.
“Um... well...” she started.
You made a wish.
“What’s... huh...” she said, as her eyes glazed over.
As she began to transform, you noted the letters of her name changing - “Dykeman” became “Dykeslut.”
You watched as Portia transformed into another hot MILF - her tits became giant J cups as the wrinkles disappeared from her face, her hair becoming thick and a vibrant, bright red, just like yours. Her hips and ass expanded next, her waist thinning out a bit as toned muscle appeared on her stomach. Her outfit changed, becoming a form fitting pantsuit that accentuated her slutty new figure.
Her office morphed next, sextoys appearing in “hidden” spots, and a framed, nude picture of you and Jamie appearing on her desk. The computer changed to display lesbian porn.
The glaze started to disappear from her eyes and was replaced with a look of arousal.
“Mmm, what were we talking about?” Portia said, her new voice much more arousing. “Oh, yes... how was the experience for you? Getting converted, I mean? The whole point of Dykeslut Academy is for the experience to be pleasurable.”
Getting... converted? You wished you knew what she was talking about.
Suddenly, it hit you. In this reality, you were a boring, average looking teaching assistant. You’d signed up for a job at Dykeslut academy and been “converted” into this beautiful, horny, voluptuous slut. You’d stayed in a facility - essentially just a locked room - for about two weeks, your body being changed through special transformative drugs, workout machines, and other enhancements while having your libido permanently raised. Portia had invented the process and had wanted to try it out on a straight woman and a lesbian woman - Jamie and yourself, respectively. As part of the conversion, Portia had erased Jamie’s memories and completely overwritten her mind. She allowed you to stay aware to study the effects of the transformation on lesbian women.
“It’s so cute that you think you control things.” You thought to yourself. Portia may have “invented” the conversion, but your magic meant you would always be the ringleader.
“I feel fantastic. Now, I was just curious what would happens to the students. They looked quite confused when they came in today.” You said. You wished that the school would morph and change based on what Portia said.
“Mmm, it’s nothing for you to worry about. But we have to convert the other teachers.” Instantly, a housing complex for the teachers appeared and the teacher’s lounge became a transformation room, slowly changing them as they lived and worked throughout the academy. “But the students should be mostly taken care of. The special technology in the classrooms should alter their minds pretty rapidly, and the special food in the canteen as well as the nanotechnology in their dorms should work their magic on their bodies starting today. It’s your job to make sure they become the complete and utter sluts we do so hope to see. Make them want to be pornstars, okay?” The rest of the school began to morph and change, the dorms gaining special new body modification technology. The canteen changed next, the workers becoming sexy dyke sluts like you, Jamie, and Portia, and the food containing special chemicals that would help the students transform.
“Oh, I will. It all sounds so wonderful, Ms. Dykeslut!” You said.
“Call me Portia, Debbie. And it is. Oh, the next few months are going to very fun, indeed.” She said, kissing you. She broke the kiss quickly, though.
“Now, I have some work to do, okay? Come back another time, sweetie.” She said, seductively.
“Okay, Portia!” You said, leaving the room...
******
Meanwhile, Abby walked with Jessica as she felt a... disturbance. The school almost seemed like it was shaking. The vertigo she experienced was gone almost as quickly as it had come.
“Did... did you feel that?” Abby asked Jessica.
“Feel what? Come on, all the good food’s gonna be gone!” Jessica said back, grabbing Abby’s wrist and pulling her towards the canteen.
Abby brushed her thoughts aside and walked with Jessica to get her dinner...