This choice: Allison Changes Mrs. Jackson before she Leaves. • Go Back...Chapter #26Allison Changes Mrs. Jackson before she leaves. by: Ordos Tsceri   With only a few more minutes left in class, Allison turned her attention to Mrs. Jackson (for the first time in quite a few weeks, to be truthful). Mrs. Jackson had been teaching high school trigonometry for well over a decade, and it had worn her. It wasn't hard to see that she was once a very attractive woman, but her career had aged her a tad prematurely, making her look old and tired. She wore her coppery red hair short and dressed in a casual attire, and could have been anywhere from mid thirties to early fifties.
Allison scanned Mrs. Jackson with the remote and began searching through options. She adjusted her teacher's age-appearance, scaling her back until she was almost indistinguishable from her students. Early-twenties Mrs. Jackson was indeed someone to take notice of. Her read hair became striking, her lips full, her eyes bright, her figure trim and athletic. She still wore oddly conservative dress, but her skirt and blouse hinted at quite a remarkable physique underneath, and more boys (and a few girls) in the class were paying attention. As an added measure, Allison found the setting for Mrs. Jackson's libido and nudged into the high end. Suddenly, every movement Mrs. Jackson took had a smoldering grace to it, her skirt was short and confining and showed off her tight ass, and her blouse was cut low enough to a glimpse of cleavage from her c-cup breasts.
Allison was tempted to leave things there, but on a whim went further and paged through the critters she scanned in the biology room. She tapped the fusion option on one and felt her cock stir when she looked up at what her teacher had become.
Now Mrs. Jackson wore nothing but a dark red corset and a pair of panties. For a split second Allison thought she was wearing black leather gloves and ballet boots, but the way she moved quickly dispelled that notion. She had six arms, each lithe and long, each one covered with glistening smooth black chitin from her finger-tips to above her elbows. Her legs seemed longer now, ending in feet ached in the manner of ballet heels with pointed ends. She seemed to dance as she moved on her new legs, pale white thigh flashing above her shiny black chitin with her six arms moving in great, fluid motions.
Behind her ass was a round black abdomen, with a red hour-glass figure. It seemed to accentuate her ass, bobbing up and down in a familiar, almost jiggling motion, the tip of it ending in a bright pink opening almost identical to a vagina, save for the strands of sticky silk that softly drifted and dribbled from its edge. Mrs. Jackson's book shelves were gone; in their place were spider webs spanning the wall near her desk, books and papers suspended by her sticky strands. Her lips were bright red, and something told Allison that the effect wasn't from makeup. Everything she did, every movement, every word, carried with it some powerful sensuality that was almost spellbinding. She struck the chalkboard with a pointing stick, highlighting an equation while one of her arms cupped her corseted breasts another dipped shiny black fingers underneath her panties.
The bell rang and she spun on her ballet-heeled feet to address the class, bouncing the yard-stick with two of her hands like a coiled whip. She brought one of her chitin-fingered hands to her lips and licked her fingers. "By the way... Mr. Jackson was begging for some time to rest and... recuperate by the end of last night, so I'll be needing some playmates for the rest of the week. I'm offering extra credit, and I know a few of you could really use it. Normal rules apply; I award by the orgasm, you should be well rested when you come to me, and clear your schedules for two..." she eyed Amy and her tremendous breasts, "possibly three hours. Class dismissed."
Allison noticed that no one had actually moved from their seats before Mrs. Jackson gave the all clear. A number of students shared nervous glances, and more than a coupled blushed furiously as they passed the six-armed teacher.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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