As Jessica dragged Abby around the corner, the purple haired girl suddenly bumped into something soft and squishy that sent her back making her loose her grip on her friends hand. The young girl stared up at you, her cheeks flush with embarrassment.
“Oh, um, I’m so sorry ms—“
Before she finished you leaned down, grabbed her face and pressed her lips to your own. At first she was shocked, who wouldn’t be. But then her resistance faded and she let your tongue enter her mouth, your hands moved her cheeks, changing her bone structure little by little, and adding just a smidge more make up. With your movements you began to subtly alter the younger woman (who was technically older than you were mentally). You didn’t go nearly as far as you did with Miss Cuntlicker and Dykeslut. But you did make her a few inches taller. Your hands also went down her ass, digging your nails in and pumping in a bit more fat into those cheeks. Once satisfied you broke the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting your lips, the girl leaned up like a baby that wasn’t done feeding on a bottle that just got taken away.
‘Don’t mention it.’ You say pressing a finger to her lips (also making them a bit fuller) ‘Aaaaaabby.’
At you saying her name she shuddered. You decided that was enough for the day and left to attend to other matters.
~~~
Abby watched Ms Cumslut walk down the hallway, mesmerized by her bootie short clad ass swaying side to side. For a while the only noise she heard was the clopping of the teacher’s assistants heals, and the pounding of her own heart.
Then Jessica elbowed her in the ribs breaking her from the trance.
“Abby, do you know her from somewhere outside of school?”
“What?” Abigail shook her head clearing out the fog. “No! We’ve never met before today!” Her face was now beat red.
“Well... should we talk to the Dean? Because wasn’t that technically...”
“NO!” Abby said in a panic, unsure what came over her. Was this really? No, it couldn’t be, she had never held romantic feelings towards any woman ever, well... until... she looked down the hall again. But Ms. Cumslut was gone.
“Alright I won’t tell anyone about your girlfriend.”
“Shut up.” Abby chuckled playfully. “She’s not my girlfriend.”
“Tell that to how much tong you were giving her.”
The two women laughed and made their way to the cafeteria at a much slower pace now.
“Hey,” said Jessica “Where’d you get the make up from?”
“What make up?” Abby brushed her much plumper lips, sure enough coming back with a bit of lipstick on her pale fingers. “It must have rubbed off her face into mine.”
“... when you kissed her.”
“When SHE kissed ME.” Abby corrected.
The two finally entered the cafeteria...