As Jennifer walked through the school buildings, she couldn't help but notice quiet sobs coming from an empty classroom. She stopped at the door, peeking through to see two people sitting together. She quickly recognised Samantha, a brown-haired scholarly type, hunched over crying as her boyfriend, a rather average guy named Benjamin, comforted her. Jen leaned in close to hear their conversation.
"...I just don't know what to do! The test is today and I still don't know anything about half this stuff! Like, how am I supposed to know how a car battery works? What even is an anode anyway?"
Benjamin patted her back. "Look, it's okay not to know things-"
"No, it's not!" Samantha shrieked. "If I don't know things then I can't pass the test, and if I don't pass my test, my score for the entire subject goes down, and then I have to tell my parents and-"
At the mention of her parents, Benjamin's face started to twist in ugly ways. "Fuck your parents, Sam! You're taking seven different subjects, plus extracurriculars. They can handle one bad test. And so can you! You deserve a break, Sam, and I think you need it. Maybe take some time these coming holidays and make sure schoolwork doesn't even cross your mind."
As Samantha devolved into frantic babbling at the suggestion, it had given Jennifer an idea for how to help the couple. All she had to do was take Samantha's mind off things, and make sure she didn't have to fall under that sort of academic pressure again.
With a snap of her fingers, magic began to surround Ben and twist his form into something else. The soccer player found his average, yet athletic body melting away, giving rise to someone much pudgier. His golden skin became saggy and wrinkly, covered in a horrendous spray tan. And as his body aged, and a potbelly formed over what once were budding abs, he found his dark hair lighten to a bright snowy white. He roved his hands over his face in shock as he saw his reflection in the glass - no longer was he a young, fit student, now he was an aged man well into his sixties.
Meanwhile, Samantha was going through her own set of changes. Her small, round glasses melted off her face, her irises changing from doe brown to a striking sky blue. Her hair began creeping down her back, as a bleach blonde tinge spread through it from her roots to her tips. Rapidly inflating lips fell open, a sensual moan coming forth as a wave of pleasure broke over her, heralded by her tits straining at her top as they shot up several sizes. But it wasn't for long, her outfit quickly reforming to a tight, blue cocktail dress - with no bra underneath, shown clearly by her larger nipples poking through the cloth where it 'covered' her massive e-cup tits.
Samantha stood up getting a good look at herself from her blonde head, down her massive tits and mouth-wateringly small waist, to her bubble butt and shapely legs, all the way to where her feet sat in their brand new high heels. She put a manicured hand over her mouth to hold in a scream before it died on her lips. Suddenly, her head felt... lighter. She wasn't weighed down with nerdy knowledge, or her previous sense of self. A ditzy smile broke across her face as she strutted towards the older man sitting in the seat across from her.
"Samantha? What's happening? What happened to you?" Benjamin stuttered out, completely terrified by the transformation that had taken place. Samantha didn't reply. With a lick of her lips, she pushed him back in his chair and straddled his lap.
Quietly, Jennifer left her spot. Her work was done, she didn't need to intrude on the couple any longer.
"I'm Sammy," she replied, running her nails gently over his jawbone. "And you're my sugar daddy."
Down in his crotch, Benjamin felt his traitorous penis starting to swell at the vixen's teasing. This isn't Samantha, he tried to tell himself. She's been changed, she would never act like this! But it did nothing to stem the growing tightness in his pants. It seemed a lot tighter than usual... Great, another part of himself that was no longer his own.
But, while it was completely foreign to him, the feelings were not. Samantha, in any body, was his girlfriend, and she was hot. His cock grew hard and straight as a ramrod, straining against his suit pants. With a giggle, Sammy undid his fly and coaxed the member forth, watching the 12-inch shaft with unbridled lust.
Benjamin seemed to snap out of his own lusty daze and watched in horror as Sam smacked her pillowy lips. God, this is wrong! he panicked, frozen as Sam started to tilt her head towards the rod. I can't let this happen, somebody help me!