Hot Flash: An Apple for the Teacher — A Bimbofication Story

Here’s a little February Hot Flash about an innocent teacher and her naughty student. And maybe a little bit of turnabout being fair play. Hopefully, a bimbofication story can warm you up!

Kevin watched Miss Delaney move across the front of the room. Despite her simple, plain flats, she had a sexy walk that mesmerized the boys in the classroom. Partly because she was young, Kevin thought, and partly because she was definitely pretty. Maybe too thin, and she had a quiet way about her that spoke of a primness that didn’t match with the fantasies and Kevin and the other boys in the class had about her.

She had a nice voice, not too high and velvet-smooth. Kevin didn’t have a whole lot of interest in what she was saying. Who cared about the French revolution or whatever? That was a thousand years ago. It really was a shame that Miss Delaney didn’t know how to loosen up. Here she was, this gorgeous red-haired vixen, and she moved and spoke like she was about to become a nun or something.

Kevin imagined her with her boyfriends, and how eager they were to get into her pants. She probably swatted their hands away like shooing greedy flies, leaving her men swollen and throbbing and unsatisfied. Not anymore.

Kevin’s hand dipped into his pocket. A bauble from his grandmother’s room, an oval stone made of polished rock. It was pearlescent, but something seemed to move inside it, a strange shifting of colors that could capture the eye and hold it for hours. Kevin knew not to stare at the thing. He also knew what it did.

“It can change people, and not just people. It will change others’ memories of people. What was is no more. You can rewrite someone’s whole life and no one but the bearer of the stone will be the wiser.”

Kevin thought most of what his grandmother said was bullshit, but there was something about her, too. She told fortunes for a living, not that it was a business in the government’s eyes, but she made a comfortable way of it. She had all sorts of trinkets and doo-dads she’d collected over her seven and a half decades and now she was a withered and frail thing, but there was a shine in her eyes that dared you to underestimate her.

Once, when he was just a kid, she’d convinced his mother to keep him out of school. He thought it had been a little battiness on his Grandma’s part, but he wasn’t going to turn down a free day out of school, so he’d lobbied with her. His mother gave in, and learned a few hours later the bus he rode was involved in an accident. Two of the kids had been seriously injured, one mortally. Since then, he had given Grandma the benefit of the doubt when it came to the otherworldly.

The rock, though, that was weird on its own. He didn’t need much convincing to believe that there was something unusual about that. It was warm in his pocket, like a living thing. He worried he might feel it move and he’d scream and the whole jig would be up. But then he wrapped his hand around it and felt better. Powerful. All he had to do was change her. Make Miss Delaney a little more like the girl he imagined she could be.

He concentrated on Miss Delaney while she paced the room carrying on about the rise of populism in France or something. She had a breezy black skirt that flowed past her knees and a prim white button-up top that didn’t do much to hide her rather flat chest. First, he concentrated on her body. She would be so much prettier with rounder curves and nice big tits. He closed his eyes and imagined her in this new way, his thumb rubbing the surface of the pearlescent stone. Where it was warm before, now it was hot, and he winced, jerking his hand out of his pocket.

“Is there a problem, Mr. Presley?”

Kevin’s head jerked up to find Miss Delaney hovering over his desk with a scowl on her face. She had her hands planted on either side of his desk and bent low to meet his eyes, but Kevin’s were stuck on the cleavage he was offered. The white button-up could barely contain the milky flesh of Delaney’s new, delicious tits. When she rose to standing, he saw the generous swell of her hips, too.

“Now I expect no further distractions,” she said in that honeyed voice, but her narrowed eyes flitted back to Kevin who stared agape.

It worked! Not only had it worked, it worked like a literal charm! This new version of Miss Delaney couldn’t help but jiggle when she walked. A turn away from him told Kevin her had filled out nicely, too. Despite the frumpy clothes, there was no denying Miss Delaney had a body built for sin.

Which meant there was more to do. Her hair was still in that silly bun, and screwed tight to head. Something a little more befitting her new look was in order. And speaking of a new look, how about some makeup and some clothes to go with it?

Again Kevin closed his eyes and squeezed tight the stone in his pocket. He pictured Miss Delaney with the fiery red hair of his imagination and red lips to match. Dark-lidded eyes that promised dark pleasures and deep red nails to match. And more, lose the frumpy clothes and decorate Miss Delaney with thigh-high stockings and a short skirt that showed off her ass. A top that would show off her similarly dark and lacy bra, her tits spilling out for all to see. He smiled softly to himself while the stone warmed again, then grew hot. He expected the heat this time, and so only squeezes his eyes shut when it turned it shortest, and then the spike of pain was gone and the stone was merely warm once more.

When Kevin opened his eyes, the promise was fulfilled. Just as he’d imagined, Miss Delaney was squeezed into a parody of a teacher’s outfit, heavily made up like she was about to set foot on the set of a porno. He lashes were thick and long when she blinked, her deep green eyes aimed at Kevin.

“Do you need to be excused, Kevin?”

The way she said ‘Kevin’ nearly tented his pants. She oozed sex.

“No, I’m fine. Sorry, Miss Delaney.”

“Good. Now, back to he lesson at hand…”

Kevin looked behind him at the other students. No one registered anything out of the ordinary. The boys were transfixed by the bombshell at the head of the class, but that was to be expected. The girls were apathetic, or maybe it was envy Kevin detected in a few of those faces. This was just another day for them.

He thought he caught Miss Delaney looking at him, but she went back to the dry erase board with a sway in her hips. Kevin realized there was only one thing missing from his picture. While Miss Delaney had taken on all the qualities of a truly fine bimbo physically, she was still carrying on like she was a professor and not a needy slut. As they said, third time’s the charm…

Kevin closed his eyes and let his imagination run wild, seeing Miss Delaney on her knees in her new outfit, begging every boy in the classroom for cum. Sitting at the front of the room had its privileges, and he imagined her eyes dimmed of intellect but filled with lust as she looked upon him in the front row, horny and hungry.

The rock heated in his hand, and again he felt the rise of pain and then cooling. He opened his eyes and Miss Delaney was at his desk again, staring right at him. Only it wasn’t lust in her eyes. It was a knowing glee.

“Well, well, Mr. Presley, I think it’s time the game is done.”

“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He shrank back in his seat, away from Delaney as she encroached further toward him. When he looked behind him for help, he saw the other students frozen in place, some mid-breath, or brushing back their hair. The only bodies moving in the room were his and Miss Delaney.

“I think I do. I think you have the Stone of Hephaestus in your front pocket. I’m sure your grandmother doesn’t know about that. Don’t worry. I’ll return it to her.”

Miss Delaney snapped her fingers and when she turned her hand, the stone lay flat in her palm.

“Your grandmother taught me a lot. Like always to wear a charm against hexes like yours. I wonder, did she teach you the same things?”

“Look, Miss Delaney…”

The beautiful redhead stood straight and closed her eyes, wrapping her fingers around the stone. From this vantage, Kevin could see it glow inside her fist, and then the glow was gone, and the world was moving again.

Kevin turned behind to see the students resuming their activities and felt a whip of hair. It took only an instant to realize that something was very wrong. His body felt off, the proportions all twisted. His chest was full and heavy and his ass was round and padded. His pretty mouth was open with shock when he found Miss Delaney staring at him again.

“Careful what magic you use, Kevin. or maybe Kara is a better fit now. See, it comes back at you times three. The good news is, you’ll be happy, I suppose.”

Kara was going to stand up and shout, to tell Miss Delaney she was wrong, but it was hard to remember what she’d been so worked up about. Who cared what scrawny old Miss Delaney thought? She dressed like she was late for Sunday school. Not like Kara. She had all the boys drooling and she knew it.

Kara twisted in her seat, giving the boys behind her a look at her massive tits in profile, presented by the yellow crop top. Richard Tramer was staring at her. She could see his hand over his crotch under the desk, hiding his hard-on. She was going to have to show him what that thing was for. God, her pussy was practically dripping!

“Class dismissed,” Miss Delaney finally announced.

Richard Tramer was following Kara out the door while Miss Delaney watched. Good. Let her see what a real woman did for a man. Kara took Richard’s hand and led him out of the classroom and to the bathroom across the hall to finally fit his dick in her mouth.

In the classroom, Miss Delaney slipped the stone into her desk drawer and grinned as her keen ears detected the slurping sounds from Kara’s first blowjob. The first, the witch was certain, of many.

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