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  Misapplied Magic - Pleasing the Professor

  A Magical Erotic Transformation Story

  Farleven

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  Misapplied Magic - Pleasing the Professor

  "Maguire! Well, it has been a while!" Maggie turned around to see her old history professor, Jeffrey Krimmel, waving from across the street. Well, he wasn't really that old, more like his mid forties, but he had a penchant for the old school jacket with elbow patches and wire rimmed glasses. He also had a moderately scruffy look to him, the kind of appearance that made it hard to take him completely seriously with his tousled hair and mismatched socks.

  Maggie waited for him to cross the busy street. He managed to avoid the puddles that a little spring rain had brought without stumbling over himself. Finally, he was huffing and puffing as his bags fluttered to a stop next to her.

  "It's Maggie, you know." She smiled at him and thrust out a hand to help take one of his bags. He was a bit overloaded. He was also one of the few people that made a habit of calling her by her full first name. She didn't know what her parents were thinking when they named her Maguire, but most people had the decency not to remind her of that fact.

  "Now, now, that's a lovely name." He paused to shuffle his bags and then gave her a couple of the lighter ones.

  "Yes, and you look like you're on a shopping extravaganza!" Maggie laughed. "That doesn't seem like you."

  "Well, I have a couple of old friends coming by this weekend and I needed to pick up some things. I don't exactly stock up you know." He wobbled as he tried to balance out his bags again.

  "I see." Maggie nodded. "And here I thought you were just trying to get more stories out of me."

  Jeff averted his gaze at the accusation and Maggie laughed. He had a way of making sure to bump into her every so often. Usually, his motives were not entirely pure.

  "Well, you can't deny that your stories are interesting." He tried to regain a bit of poise.

  "Kinky you mean." Maggie turned back and gave him a burning stare. The truth was, Jeff was one of the few normal people who actually listened to stories about the magical world and her adventures within it. It probably didn't hurt anything that she kept in all the arousing details of dealing with wild magic.

  "You do have quite the imagination. I still say you should try writing them down. It's not hard to sell stories like that these days." Jeff turned to compliments to deflect her.

  "Ah, but then I'd be giving away all my secrets. You normal people just think they're stories, but other sorceresses and wizards would just steal my techniques." Maggie explained. It was true too. Other magic hunters were always jostling to tame magic outbreaks. It wasn't just the fun of jumping into little fantasy realities, it was the power that came with capturing those loose balls of enchantment.

  "Well, I'm happy that I can enjoy them at least." He trudged along with her as they headed towards his apartment. He struggled to keep his groceries from wavering too much, but it was pretty clear he'd overloaded himself. Maggie just shook her head. She'd offered to help, but there was only so much she'd do for someone who was intent on making things difficult for themselves.

  "I imagine you're just looking for more masturbation fodder." Maggie skipped around him. She had to admit she'd started telling him the stories as a way to tease him way back in her college days. It had morphed from that into a wonderful kind of therapy. She really didn't have anyone to talk to about all the weird stuff that happened to her, but Jeff would listen and take her almost seriously. He still sounded like he didn't really believe her stories, but he did work with them as fiction.

  "Well, they are good for that sometimes." He nodded. That was something that Maggie liked about him, he was actually pretty honest about his sexuality. In a world where people took great pains to deny such things in public, it was refreshing. It wasn't just the honesty, it was the fact that he wasn't vulgar about the subject.

  "And you're just the kind of guy who likes to listen. Have you thought about getting a girlfriend?" Maggie gave him a stern look. He was attractive enough to not scare away a nice woman if he was careful to actually groom himself a little.

  "And ruin a perfectly quiet bachelorhood? I would never commit such a crime." He attempted to wave her off, but managed to send himself flailing for a moment before he regained his balance. Luckily, he kept from slamming into a gaggle of coeds that had been waiting for the crosswalk.

  Maggie breathed a sigh of relief. He'd caused enough damage, she figured and shuffled over to grab one of his bags when she felt a strange tingling on the back of her neck.

  "Jeff, I think we should..." She gasped as a rush of energy slammed into her. A sudden whirling blast of magic was engulfing her. She tried to summon up a shield, but this was wild magic, until it was tamed none of her normal sorcery would work.

  Maggie flailed for a moment, suspended in an energetic bubble as the magic tore at the fabric of reality. Everything around her twisted and shifted as the enchantment took hold and created a new bubble universe. It was rare for a burst of wild magic to pop up around people, and Maggie had certainly never had it happen to her.

  The effect was disorienting, even as she began to regain some of her senses. The magic had bound itself to someone, and their fantasies would lay the foundation for the enchanted reality she was being pulled into. That much, at least, was normal, wild magic would latch itself to someone and make their daydreams into reality.

  Maggie had never seen that process from the very beginning before. Normally, she felt the bubble form and then hunted it down. She could capture the energy and use it to grow her power. It also let her fix reality, so that those who had fallen into the fantasy world were brought back out and returned to normal.

  Now she got to watch as the enchantment took effect, warping what she saw around this street corner. Things seemed to stretch out, and then snap, until the bubble formed, and they were all safely inside the fantasy. The nature of that world hit next. The normally slow transformation that came from walking into a bubble became a much more jarring
rush of changes.

  Maggie went from a casually dressed, petite woman in her mid twenties to a girl with rather large breasts, in a blouse and pleated skirt that ended well above her knees. When she finally let out the breath she'd been holding she felt a rush of heat between her legs when she filled her lungs again. In that moment of transformation, she'd not only gained some new curves, but a rather fierce burst of arousal.

  "Now, ladies. You need to take your seats."

  Maggie turned to see Jeff standing at the front of what looked roughly like a classroom. The edges still shimmered from the effects of the magic, but around her were a horde of other women, all dressed the same as she was. They were milling around the rows of college style chairs with fold out desks. Everyone wavered for a moment and then decided to sit down.

  Maggie swooned as well. There was something in his words that just made her want to listen to his directions. She could feel the magic coursing through her, working into her thoughts. It wanted her to be part of the fantasy, and it had hit her so suddenly, that she wanted it as well. She had to focus harder than normal to keep from just letting this little reality from become hers. Normally, she had time to prepare, to ground herself so that she wouldn't lose herself to the power of the magic.

  It didn't help any that Jeff had also been upgraded by the magic. He was still wearing his jacket, but now it was perfectly tailored to match his new frame. He had become a paragon of education, his tight shirt outlining his sculpted muscles, his shoulders were now square and he held himself with unquestioning confidence. His chin had even become chiseled, and his messy hair was now coifed. Finally, his gaze had turned powerful and with just one glance he could render any coed into a quivering, eager bundle of lust.

  Maggie felt his power all the way to the depths of her pussy. It didn't help that she had thought about Jeff before. She'd always had a bit of a soft spot for hapless professor, and he was kind of cute. Magic loved to feed off of fantasy, and Maggie was certain that he must have daydreamed about her before. The wild energies around them was now using that link to strengthen the power of the fantasy world they were in.

  It was so easy to slip into the role. It hadn't been that long since she really had sat in one of his classes and quietly fantasized about just what the two of them could do together with a little private time. Maggie quivered as she squirmed her round bottom in the chair.

  This was the point when she realized she wasn't wearing any panties, or a bra. She giggled to herself. It was just so typical. How would a lustful professor want his luscious female students to dress for one of his classes? Short skirts, plunging necklines and no inconvenient under garments to get in the way.

  "All right, ladies, settle down. It's time to start the lesson." Jeff chastised the group and then opened up a text and started reading passages.

  It didn't really matter what he was trying to cover. All the real action was in drawing his attention. Maggie was sitting a bit off to the side, and she could see one girl or another slowly escalate the game. First, it was a lascivious wink or a dropped pencil that gave a girl the opportunity to lean over and give him an easy view of her unrestrained breasts.

  What surprised Maggie the most, was how long the competition continued. Every passing moment seemed to up the stakes, but everyone was still dressed. Of course, she couldn't help getting into the action either. In fact, she needed to win this little game if she wanted a chance to tame this magical outburst quickly. She would need to live out a bit of her own fantasies this time, so she could dislodge the enchantment and diffuse it. That meant that she'd need to seduce the professor before the other girls had a chance.

  It was a lot easier said than done. The other girls were as attractive as she was thanks to the magic. They were also just as eager to grab the dirty old man's lustful gaze. Maggie worked through the preliminaries with everyone else. She made sure to give him a seductive smile each time his eyes passed over her. Her lips wrapped around the end of her pen as she caressed it with her lips and tongue as if it was the cock of a long lost love.

  None of these simple acts could hold his gaze, though he did smile back at her before he'd turn to the next page of his lesson. It was frustrating, and Maggie knew she'd have to up her game. She slid back in the chair and folded away the little desktop. Before any of the other girls could match her brazenness, she slid her legs open wider and lifted one up.

  Jeff's eyes bulged for a moment as he did a double take. He stumbled over his words as he gazed down at Maggie's exposed and hairless pussy. When his eyes popped up to look at her, she was smiling back, still sucking on her pen while one hand calmly squeezed at her left breast. His surprise melted into a shared lustfulness. His gaze and smile showed how much he approved of her display before he returned to his lesson.

  The other girls weren't about to let Maggie have all the fun, and it wasn't long before they were doing their best to up the stakes. One girl had unbuttoned her top and left it open such that it barely covered her nipples. Another simply stripped off her shirt entirely and let her long hair do the work of protecting her modesty. A pair of girls started to make out on the other side of the classroom, while making motions for Jeff to join them.

  Maggie wasn't sure just how he did it, but he was actually continuing the lesson. By now it wasn't hard to see his erection straining against his slacks, and yet he continued droning on about some esoteric point of history. She giggled again. It wouldn't be hard for her to believe that this was actually his fantasy, to teach a class of desperately horny coeds.

  Or perhaps it was more. Maggie knew that he really did love his work. There was no way a man could talk for so long about a subject like that if he didn't love it. Perhaps he was looking to seduce the student, not just for sex, but for an appreciation of the very topic that he cared about so much.

  So now she started to listen. It wasn't easy, in fact, she had to reach down and start rubbing her clit to relax a bit of the sexual tension so she could pay attention to what he was saying. It still wasn't easy. She'd never really paid much attention in class. History wasn't really her strong suit, it was just so boring. Now, it was something she had to do though.

  Maggie squirmed in her seat. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't keep anything straight in her head. Jeff was trying to go on about peasant life in medieval Europe, but not much of anything was sticking. The fact was she knew she had to take the next step or she'd end up forced to pleasure herself while one of the other coeds managed to nab him.

  Finally, she pulled her hand away from her aching pussy and slid out of the chair. As the other girls watched, she crawled over to the professor as he continued trying to instill a love of history into his fallen classroom. All eyes were on her when finally, Maggie was kneeling in front of him.

  Even now, Jeff didn't stop his lecture. Maggie could understand, the same drives that were making her aroused and needful were pressing him to embrace his fantasy. Even as his classroom descended into debauchery, he was still the center of attention, and clearly he dreamed of connecting with his students.

  Well, Maggie was determined to fulfill at least part of that dream. As he rambled on, she unfastened his belt buckle and unzipped his pants. A quick tug later and she was staring at his black boxers and the thick cock that was making them poke out lewdly from his crotch. Carefully, she reached up and wrapped her fingers around the waistband of his shorts and pulled down. They stalled for a moment, the elastic hanging on the tip of his manhood and then with a lewd bounce, the underwear slid to the floor and his erection jutted out.

  Now, everyone except Jeff was focused on the throbbing shaft that Maggie was kneeling before. She quivered as she gazed at it. Over the last few years, she'd gotten to see many magically enhanced cocks, and somehow she'd managed not to become jaded, but this was something special. She couldn't say why, but as she reached up to caress it, she felt as if she was worshiping before a living god.

  Her fingers moved slowly along his thickness. He was
so warm to her touch, and she was panting as the raw power of his manhood radiated through her. He was strong, hard and thick. Her fingertip traced along the bulging veins, from his tip to the base and back again. All the while, he barely misplaced a syllable as he continued his lesson on the lasciviousness of peasant women.

  "In some places it was thought that a woman could not control her urges and it was the duty of a husband to pleasure her on demand." Jeff explained while Maggie leaned in and started to kiss and lick at the tip of his cock. He stood speechless as she took the entire head into her mouth and sucked hard. For a moment, all that could be heard were the ragged pants of pleasure from around the room.

  Maggie pulled back again, taking the time to look up at him. Jeff returned her gaze, and they shared a deep smile as they stared into the other's sparkling eyes. It was a rare instant of depth, and Maggie savored it, before her taste for cock returned and she went back to licking and kissing.

  Jeff didn't return to his lecturing. The class had already lost most of the pretense of education for quite a while. Now, that the professor was clearly engaged, the other girls turned to each other for attention. A lesbian orgy was breaking out, but Maggie was far too interested in attending to the professor to notice.

  His hands started to stroke her hair while she licked and sucked her way up and down his shaft. Maggie had done everything except swallow his massive cock, and now she started to do just that. The taste was strongly masculine, and she couldn't get enough of it as she slid her mouth down inch by inch. When she heard him moan from the pleasure of her tongue, she stopped to give him an even more thorough sucking as her tongue slid firmly around his shaft.

  Maggie took her time. She always loved playing with and pleasuring the hardness of a man's cock. Men were so easy, once they were in the throes of passion, it wasn't hard to know what they enjoyed. All she had to do was listen and she knew that he enjoyed the way her tongue slid around the rim of his cock head, or when she sucked hard on a mouthful of his manhood. His cries of pleasure when she started to tease her balls told her everything she needed to know.