As Jessica thought about her situation, you were going through a situation of your own. You had to use the restroom… but instead of doing that, why not wish it away? In fact, why not wish it away for all the dykes?
“Having to stop for bathroom breaks would just get in the way of all the fucking…” you said to yourself.
Suddenly, you had an idea. “I wish that, instead of ever having to use the restroom, anything that Dykesluts process will become breast milk and cum. We will have to cum at least 3 times a day and be milked at least once, depending on the individual. I wish that the school had specific comfort stations for our purposes.” You said.
You felt your breasts fill up with milk… and your libido raised quite a bit. You needed to cum right now!
You silently wished you knew where the specialized comfort station was and ran to it. It was completely empty; it was a large, luxurious room, with dividers between a couch with a milking machine along with an array of dildos and another room with a massive bed, fit for an orgy. There was also a shower and a double sink in the front of the room. There was a large TV in each of the rooms, ready to display any kind of lesbian porn imaginable.
You sat down on the couch and grabbed one of the dildos, pulling your skirt up. You were already soaking wet; you shoved the dildo up your needy snatch and began fucking yourself over and over again. Your mind filled with all the people you could change…
Soon, you came. You sprayed juices all over the couch, and milk began dribbling down your shirt.
You cleaned yourself up and looked into the mirror.
“I don’t know if this is, like, an orgasm high or something… but God, I’m so fucking happy!” You said. You loved your new body. There was no part of you at all that wanted to go back to being a man, to reverse everything you’d done so far. You couldn’t believe how much power you had and how wonderful it all felt.
One thought filled your brain; a teacher you’d had a crush on.
You finished cleaning yourself up and walked out of the “pleasure station” as it was now called.
You walked towards your former English teacher’s room, Mrs. Patterson. She was well known for being beautiful and kind hearted; it was no surprise that she was married at the young age of only 24.
You knocked on her door.
“Ah, yes, come in!” You heard from the other side of the door. A chill went down your spine; her voice was still so incredibly sexy to you.
“Oh, Miss Cumslut! How are you?” She said with a warm smile.
“Oh, Mrs. Patterson, no need to be so formal! You could call me Debbie if you’d like.” You said. Somehow, you were still nervous in front of her.
“Okay, Debbie! Call me Vanessa, then.” Vanessa said, her smile not leaving her face.
“Sure thing, Vanessa.” You said. You had to work quickly before you lost your nerve.
You leaned over and kissed Vanessa, changing her as quickly as possible. Her wedding and engagement rings melted away as her body began to change. She quickly started kissing back.
First, her hips and ass expanded; they grew to be as big as your own. Her waist thinned a bit more as she became much taller. She’d been about 5’2 before, but now stood at 6 foot even, without her 4 inch heels. Her pantyhose turned into fishnet stockings as her breasts began to grow… and grow, from the humble C cups she’d had before to massive G cups. Her hair became thick and luxurious, tying itself into a bun. Her face became even more beautiful and thick permanent makeup appeared on it. A pair of glasses now adorned her face. Her outfit changed even more as her skirt shortened itself a bit, becoming a ruby red color. Her top became a turtleneck sweater, tight around her massive bosom, her chest no longer constricted by the bra she’d had on. A professional coat appeared around her shoulders, completing her look as a slutty librarian. A large buttplug appeared inside of her as she kissed you back.
A row of buttplugs of various sizes appeared in a hidden compartment of the classroom, able to be opened with a flick of a switch; these were exclusively for students who showed up for “extra credit.”
The name on her desk changed next, from Mrs. Vanessa Patterson to Ms. Vanessa Plugslut.
Vanessa remained a well loved English teacher, but she was also now known for her love of buttplugs as well and helping her sexy students “train” themselves for extra credit. You gave Vanessa a bit more power than the other teachers; any students who showed up for extra credit would transform at a quicker rate and be more easily manipulated than the other teachers. The books in the room all became erotic lesbian novels.
“Oh, that was wonderful, Debbie.” Vanessa said, in an even more seductive voice. “Come again soon, okay? Maybe you can… milk me in the pleasure room sometime?” Vanessa asked.
“Of course, Vanessa. Let me know when.” You said with a smile, leaving the room quickly. You let out a heavy sigh; you didn’t expect to be that turned on by that. “At least she’s single now.” You said to yourself.