Jenny sat staring at her notebook as her teacher, Mrs Scott, walked into the room; several other students were slowly starting to filter in one by one.
“Ah Jenny, seeing as you were early and you look all set up, could you do something for me?” the young teacher asked. Jenny looked her over for any visible changes but couldn’t spot anything different from the morning. Kyle’s wish about all girls at school dressing sluttier had affected the female staff too and the usually well-dressed young teacher was no exception. She was wearing an extremely tight fitting red and white sweater that stretched around the curves of her breasts before coming to an abrupt stop, leaving her mid-drift completely bare. She had accented this with a black micro mini-skirt that ended a few inches above her white stocking tops. Red bows at the tops of her stockings and a pair of 6 inch red stilettos completed the look.
Jenny, leaving her notebook and bag behind, reluctantly walked to the front of the class and stood before Mrs Scott, the students were still filing in next to them as the young teacher calmly handed Jenny a folded note of paper before proceeding to lovingly stroke and caress the cheerleaders exposed breasts.
“I need you to take this note to the office” she said, flicking her thumbs across Jenny’s nipples like it was the most normal thing in the world. She wasn’t even looking in Jenny’s eyes; she was too engrossed in her ministrations of her chest.
“Are these bigger?” She asked rhetorically, like she was trying to decide in her head if they were or not, Jenny whimpered quietly as she systematically started lifting them like she was weighing fruit.
“Hmm, never mind” Mrs Scott said with a sudden sharp pinch of Jenny’s nipple which left her gasping for breath. Quickly removing her hands, she coughed and pointed to the door, “Please Hurry Jennifer”
Jenny quickly reluctantly walked back into the halls, by now it was empty of all but a few students still rushing to get to classes. Walking as quickly as she dared she was aware of how much more naked she felt walking through the halls with no one else around her. The proximity of the crowds when the hallways were busy did something to feel like protection… but with the halls empty… there was nothing but air in all directions for Jenny’s breasts to be exposed to. Their constant enhanced bouncing, their weight and sensitivity and the clicking of her heeled booted ensured that with every step she took, Jenny was reminded of the changes Kyle had made.
As she rounded the corner and entered the office atrium she caught herself stumbling in shock at what lay before her. There… in the middle of the room, within the confines of an ornate wooden frame was Cassie, a girl from Jen’s biology class and one of the smartest girls in the school… completely encased in glass.
Jen could tell it was Cassie but she had been completely changed, her body was tight and firm, beautiful. Her breasts were larger, her stomach was toned and her legs were more slender. She looked like a playboy model.
She was completely naked and stuck in an impossible pose that screamed sexuality. She was stuck in a yoga bridge position, leant back, knees up. Her bare feet were pointed like she was standing on tip toe, pushing her pussy up obscenely. Resting back on her shoulders her knees were wide apart and her hands were cupping her breasts. She was completely stuck in place by the glass, it held her like a solid second skin, and only her pussy was left free from its confinement.
Jenny realised with horror that within the confines of the ornate box were cogs and gears… pendulums and mechanical, clockwork devices…
Cassie was inside some kind of clock.
Jen watched as the clock ‘ticked’ and a tiny, rubber finger flicked back and forth in sudden jittering movements, every second, on the second, on the poor girls uncovered clit. Every flick made the girl pant in rhythm, and Jenny realised an ornate mouthpiece, like that found on a gramophone extended from the glass over Cassie’s mouth. Each panting whimper was amplified by the large speaker, every second, on the second.
Behind the rubber finger, angled ominously close to the entrance to Cassie’s immobile pussy was a large brass dildo, shuddering and vibrating. Jenny could see hundreds of tiny cogs inside it, whirring constantly, making it shake and she realised with horror that every hour, on the hour, that thing was sprung to push itself inside the poor girl and force her to an orgasm.
Jen let out a cry of despair… as she realised the sound of the orgasm she had heard earlier had been Cassie… her moans through the mouth peace and out of the speaker, to be picked up by the PA system and broadcast around the school…