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Here's another "gargoyle." Now that it's out of the way, I can work on the long
one for a while.
The Professor and the Bimbo
By Ellie Dauber (c) 2001
"Yo, Gordo, the grades are in," Steve Lambert said, knocking on the open door of
the room he shared with his frat brother.
Gordon "Gordo" Barrenstein had his back to the door. He was sitting on a stool
doing biceps curls with a set of weights taking his timing from the heavy rock
music coming through his stereo headphones. Gordo was 6' 2, with a muscular body
that got him the fullback spot on the Tait College football team. His handsome
face and curly blonde hair had gotten him into the dreams -- and the panties --
of many of the girls on campus.
Steve walked over and turned off Gordo's CD player. "Gordo, I got your midterm
grades." Steve was as tall as Gordo, but slender, his build was more of a runner
than a weightlifter.
Gordo set down his weights and took off his headphones. "Yeah, how'd you get them
so damned fast?"
"I lifted them and made a copy when Dean Kinney sent them over to the Coach. Use
of the office Xerox is one of the perks of being assistant team manager." He
paused for effect. "You're in trouble, man."
"What? I got C's in most of my classes; I think I even got a B-minus on my paper
for Traynor's Poli-sci class."
"Make that a C-plus from Traynor."
"Damn! I paid good money for that term paper. Still, a C average is all I need to
keep my eligibility."
"Yeah, but you got a 57 on Mattachek's mid-term. That brings your overall average
down to a D."
"Shit, man, there's no way she'll change my grade. She hates me. She hates all
guys."
"Well, you're gonna have to do something, or you can't play on Saturday."
"Hell, this sounds like one of those stupid late-show movies you're always
watching. 'Gee, wilikers, if I don't play in the big game, then Emma Sue won't go
to the homecoming dance with me.' That sort of shit."
"Hey, I like those old movies. There's always the innocent good girl and the sexy
bad girl to fight over the big football hero."
"You would. Half the time, the bad girl winds up with the hero's best friend,
which would be you, I guess."
"I know, but they're funny, too. All those old cliches, like the pep rally, or
the dumb blonde who says, 'Oh, Professor, I'll do _anything_ for a better
grade.'" Steve spoke the last bit in a comic falsetto, his hands making comic,
effeminate gestures. "Hey, you know, that might work though."
"What might work?"
"If you propositioned Mattachek."
"That ugly old bitch? No way."
"Hey, you know any other way of getting your grade changed? I hear that scout
from the Rams is going to be at the game again this week."
"Yeah, but I don't think she even likes guys. I hear she's a dyke."
"Nah, she doesn't dress 'butch' enough to be a dyke."
"But I never saw her with any guy, never heard any campus gossip like that about
her either."
"She's just a dumpy little woman in her... forties, I guess. She's got no face,
no figure, and no fashion sense. You never saw or heard about her going with any
one because _no one_ wanted her."
"Okay, let's say that's true. Then what?"
"Then what? What do you think will happen when my buddy, Gordo -- 'Berrenstein,
the Love Machine' -- goes up to her after class, kisses her full on the mouth,
rubs her tits, maybe, and says he'll do anything she wants to get a passing
grade?"
"'Passing grade,' my ass. For extra credit work like that, I'm figuring an A." He
jumped off the bed. "Let's go. I think she's got office hours today. I'd rather
do it in her office than out in public where somebody could actually see me with
her."
Gordo checked his handouts from Mattachek's course. "She's got office hours today
from 3 to 5 PM." He quickly swapped his WWF T-shirt for a relatively clean white
shirt and grabbed a tie. "C'mon," he said, "grabbing Steve's arm. Let's get
going."
They hurried out the door. Mattachek's office was about 10 minutes away.
***
"Why do I have to be here?" Steve complained as they walked down the hall.
"I'm not the one who's going to be sleeping with her."
"No, man, you're a witness, my insurance in case she tries to back out. That's
why I had you bring your camera."
"So, do I get to watch?"
"No, you get to stay in the hallway here and listen. When I call, you come in and
take some photos."
"Just so she doesn't break my camera with that ugly bod of hers."
"Hey, you just gotta photograph her. I'm the one who'll be screwing her." He
patted his crotch and laughed. "'Little Gordo' will never forgive me for what I'm
gonna be doing to him." He looked at the names on the doors as they passed. "Hey,
here we are."
Gordo knocked on the office door.
"Come in," came a pleasant alto voice from inside.
Gordo went in. Professor Mattachek was sitting at a desk covered with papers and
two large open books. Her grayish black hair was drawn up in a bun, and she
didn't seem to be wearing any make-up. "Mr. Berrenstein. This is a surprise. What
can I do for you?"
Gordo walked quickly to stand next to her. As he came around the desk, she stood.
She was a chunky woman, wearing a shapeless black dress with a high collar. The
dress was a bit tight above the waist, accenting her large, somewhat sagging
breasts.
Gordo grabbed her and pulled her to him. He kissed her on the lips. When her
mouth opened in surprise, he stuck his tongue inside. He felt her arms go up
around his neck. She kissed him back. She was a surprisingly good kisser, and he
felt himself get hard. Good, that would help.
He broke the kiss, and gave her his best smile. "It's what I can do for you,
Professor Mattachek," he said. He took her hand and pushed it against his pants.
She could feel his erection. "I'll do anything for a good grade."
Mattachek smiled and ran her tongue against her upper lip. "Anything?" she asked
in a voice grown a little husky. She still hadn't taken her hand from his groin.
In fact, Gordo could feel her fingers rubbing against "Little Gordo."
"Anything at all, Professor. You name it." He cocked an eyebrow and leered.
"Oh, and I thought this was going to be another boring afternoon." Mattachek made
some sort of gesture with her other hand and said a few words in a language that
Gordo had never heard before.
There was a flash of light. Gordo felt himself fall for a moment. He looked
around. Mattachek's office was gone.
They were standing in the center of a large room. It seemed more like a tent; the
walls were a purplish silk that seemed to ripple as if being blown by a gentle
wind. There was a rack of odd-looking clothing, mostly sparkling metallic robes,
along one wall. Nearby was a dark brown wooden cabinet about as tall as he was,
its doors covered with ornate sculpture. Against another wall was a large bed
covered with a pale pink bedspread and several matching pillows.
"What the..." Gordo said. "Where the hell are we?"
"I thought we might want something a little more comfortable than a hard desk
top," Mattachek said. "This is my... bedroom."
"Yeah, but how did we get here?"
Mattachek smiled. It was the smile of a large cat looking at a small mouse.
"Magic, Mr. Berrenstein. Pure magic."
"There ain't no such thing."
"Oh, Mr. Berrenstein, this is _so much_ magic... Oh, but we should get started."
She began to undo the buttons on her dress.
"Yeah, I guess." Gordo tried to psych himself up for what he had to do.
'Pussy is still pussy,' he thought, 'no matter what the broad looks like.'
Mattachek frowned. "You don't like the way I look, so you, Mr. Berrenstein." She
reached up and pulled a pin from her hair. "Maybe you'll like me better when I
let my hair down."
Her hair tumbled down around her shoulders, changing to jet-black and growing
fuller. Her face... her body seemed to deflate as she shed almost thirty pounds.
Her cheekbones raised and her lips seemed fuller, too. She looked to be in her
20's. She had lipstick on, now, mascara and eyeshadow as well.
Her dress grew tighter as she grew thinner, hugging her new curves. Her breasts
became firm, though -- Gordo was happy to see -- they didn't get any smaller. The
woman standing in front of him still looked a bit like Mattachek, but she also
looked a lot like one of the "Girls from the Southeast Conference" in the
_Playboy_ pictorial he'd been reading the day before.
"Is that better?" she asked, her voice a sultry purr that brought "Little Gordo"
even more to attention.
"Much," he said with a broad smile on his face. He wasn't sure how she had
changed, but he was hardly going to complain.
Mattachek unbuttoned her dress almost to the waist. Gordo saw that she was
wearing a lavender bra that was almost transparent except for some swirling lace
that seemed to hide her nipples. She shrugged the dress off her shoulders and let
it fall to the ground. She wore matching panties, almost transparent except for a
small gusset that barely was wide enough to cover her pussy. The straps from the
matching garter belt held up a pair of smoky gray stockings. Gordo hadn't seen --
hadn't cared what sort of shoes she had worn before. Now, as she stepped out of
the dress, he saw black stilettos with a four-inch heel.
"But you aren't ready," she said. She pouted and walked over to him. He could
smell perfume, an odd scent that seemed to suit her. She smiled and loosened his
necktie.
"Just watch how fast I can be ready," he said.
He grabbed his shirt and pulled it apart, ripping all the buttons, but who cared.
He kicked off his shoes. Then he loosened his belt. He grabbed his pants and
yanked them down past his hips. They fell to the ground, and he stepped out of
them. He stood for just a moment in undershirt, boxers, and socks. Then he pilled
her to him and kissed her again. She was as responsive as before.
"Very nice," she said, "but you're still not quite ready." She reached down and
grabbed his boxers, pulling them down to his knees. "Why don't you get out of
_those_ and go sit on the edge of the bed." She licked her upper lip again. "Then
the real fun can start."
Gordo kicked off his boxers and walked over to sit on the bed. Mattachek came
over and knelt down in front of him. "Before we start, I think we should get a
little less formal," she said. "My first name is Elysse."
"That's a very pretty name," Gordo said truthfully. "My first name is Gordon, but
everybody calls me 'Gordo.'"
"'Gordo,' I like that -- for now at least." She gently messaged his testicles.
Then she ran a fingernail along the underside of "Little Gordo." Gordon shivered
and leaned back a little, bracing himself with his arms.
He felt Elysse run her tongue down the length of his penis, licking the
underside, the top, tapping the end of her tongue against his peehole. "Little
Gordo" twitched in anticipation, growing as hard as Gordo had ever felt him. He
moaned slightly and closed his eyes.
He felt her lips on him, as his penis slid inside her mouth. She pumped her mouth
up and down his length, while she continued to lick him.
Then things began to change. It still felt _so_ very good, but somehow her tongue
seemed to be getting bigger. He was still erect, but the pressure to cum in her
mouth seemed to be fading. Elysse's mouth slid slowly down "Little Gordo," then
stopped almost touching his groin.
Elysse's tongue seemed to be moving in a different way. It wasn't messaging him
as much as it seemed to be flicking his penis up and down. How had her tongue,
her mouth, gotten so large?
He felt sensations building in his groin. They were incredibly pleasant -- he was
moaning and trembling -- but they were different from anything he had ever felt
before. His arms grew weak, and he fell backwards onto the bed. As he did, the
sensations shot through his body.
Gordo felt a warmth, a tingling, in his chest. Not knowing why, almost by
instinct, he reached up with both hands and touched his nipples. They felt
bigger, somehow, and erect, almost like little penises. He began to run them
between his fingers. For some reason, that increased the sensations he felt.
Elysse's tongue was now flicking his penis like a banjo pick. He felt as if it
was flat against his groin. The pleasure level was incredible. He rolled his head
back and forth wondering, if only for a moment, why something seemed to be
pulling at his hair. He could feel the pleasure in "Little Gordo," but he
couldn't quite feel his balls any more. His nipples seemed to be rising, as if
something was growing on his chest. He spread his fingers. Whatever it was on his
chest felt soft but firm, and it felt so good to be rubbing them.
Now "Little Gordo" seemed to sink down into his groin. He felt Elysse's tongue
push something apart and follow it; follow it _into_ his body. He was still going
crazy with sensations he couldn't understand. His hips began to buck, and his
whole body shivered.
Then he felt something, an intense rush of warmth, of pleasure shot out from his
groin to hip chest then spread out through his entire body. He arched his back
off the bed. Somewhere, far away, but at the same time, very close, he heard a
woman scream in pleasure.
It was him!
He opened his eyes and looked down. His hands were cupping a pair of women's
breasts that had grown out of his chest. 'C-, maybe even a D-cup,' he thought.
He lifted his head and looked down. He looked past the breasts, past a narrow
waist and wide hips, to see Elysse still lapping at his new pussy.
She was good. He felt the pressure, the pleasure, build in his body. It broke,
shooting to every nerve. Gordo screamed again in the joy of what he realized was
his second female orgasm. He collapsed back onto the bed panting.
"What did you do to me," he gasped, trying to catch his breath.
"That should be obvious even to you, Gordo," Elysse said. "Or should we call you
something more feminine now? How about 'Geri'; that's about as close as I can
come to your old name."
"But why? What did I ever do to you?"
"You insulted the intelligence of myself and every other female on this campus;
propositioning me to change a grade."
"But it was Steve Lambert's idea. Why didn't you change him?"
"Because you were so willing, so eager to carry it out, and so _sure_ that it
would work. I've been watching you in my class and around campus. You're a crude,
sexist pig. You're not stupid, but you only seem to be able to think with your
pecker. Well, you'll have to find something else to think with, 'Geri.' It's gone
now. For good."
"For good! You... you don't mean you're going to leave me like this. You'll never
get away with it. I'll tell. I'll tell everybody."
"And they'll think that you're crazy. As far as anyone else is concerned -- the
school, your parents, even your slimy friend who was waiting in the hall with a
camera -- you have always been the woman that you now appear to be."
"No! Please, please change me back. I don't want to be a girl."
"You don't? Why you seemed to be enjoying it so much." She smiled and stood up.
"Maybe you just didn't enjoy your partner."
She made a gesture and said a few other words in that same strange language. Geri
saw a small lump appear under Elysse's panties. As she watched, it grew bigger
until a penis at least 10 inches long strained against the delicate material.
A hand -- a large male hand -- reached down and pulled the panty away. "That's
better," said a deep baritone voice.
Geri looked up and saw that Elysse had changed into a man. She had a build very
much like the one Gordo had. Her make-up was gone, and her face looked much more
rugged.
"I call myself 'Elliot', now. Do you like the look?"
"No," Geri said quickly. But she felt a tingling in her nipples and a warm in her
groin. She felt something else there, too, an... emptiness. She felt compelled to
look at Elliot's groin, to watch his penis stiffen. It... it was what she
_needed_.
"Yes," she sighed. Her voice was husky with lust. "I... like... I need... need
you in me. Please... fuck me."
Elliot picked her up. He carried her around and tossed her fully onto the bed.
She laid flat on her back and spread her legs far apart. Elliot climbed on top of
her, resting most of his weight on his own arms and legs. He kissed her
passionately, then left a trail of kisses down her chin, her neck, to her breast.
He sucked on the nipple for a moment, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.
She moaned. "Please, do it now."
Geri felt something press against her groin. She shifted slightly and felt him
slide into her, parting her nether lips. There was a quick, sharp pain as her
hymen ruptured, but the pleasure, the pleasure flowed after it. She felt him push
in deep, then slide almost out of her before pushing in again.
The sensations were unbelievable. He was splitting her, and she wanted, she
prayed for it to happen. Her hands, small and delicate now, clawed at Elliot's
back. Her shapely legs closed around his hips, trapping him inside her. She felt
the flood of pleasure as an orgasm flowed through her. Was it over? No, he kept
pumping inside her. The pleasure grew again, and a second orgasm shot through her
body. She moaned, she screamed. She wasn't sure what she was saying. She wasn't
sure if she was still _able_ to talk.
Then she felt him stiffen. He froze. Geri felt a flood of liquid shoot out of him
as he screamed his own orgasm. The sensations set her off a third time and they
came together.
Afterwards, she felt his penis shrink, become flaccid, and slide out of her.
Still he hugged her close, caressing her breasts. It was almost as good as sex
itself. No, it was a different part of sex, just as important and -- she decided
-- just as pleasurable in its own way.
'Mattachek certainly fucked me over,' she thought.
She giggled at the thought. It felt good, and she giggled again. Her voice was
higher now, almost childlike. She found that she liked the way it sounded.
She heard Elliot snore, and she gently untangled herself from him. There was a
pitcher of water, a bowl, and a towel, on a small table near the bed. Odd that
she hadn't noticed them before. She used them to cleanse herself.
The water was scented, a pretty floral scent that lingered on her body.
She was curious now. On a hunch, she opened one of the doors to the closet. It
was mirrored on the back, the mirror actually being built into the door.
She was smaller, no more than 5' 2" or so. Her body was slender with just enough
curves. Her hips were wide and her waist very narrow. Her breasts were only a C-
cup, but they looked much bigger on her small, new body.
Her face looked like her mother's, with high cheekbones and a pert little nose.
She had large blue eyes. Her hair was a mass of pale blonde curls that reached
down to her shoulders. The effect was one of childish innocence. Combined with
the curves of her body, she looked incredibly sexy.
Geri liked the look and giggled again. "I seem to be doing that a lot," she said
though the thought didn't disturb her."
She touched her breast. It tingled, still sensitive from her sexual activity of a
few minutes before.
"And you will." Elliot was awake now, sitting up on the bed. "You were acting
like the typical bimbo when you propositioned me, so you get to _keep_ acting
like one in your new life."
"New life? You mean that you were serious about not changing me back?"
"The only transformation will be mine." Elliot made a complicated gesture. In a
moment, Professor Mattachek, as female and as unattractive as she had been when
Gordo walked into her office, was standing across from Geri.
A moment later, they were back in the office. Geri panicked. She was naked. She
instinctively covered her breasts with one hand, her groin with the other.
And felt cloth.
She looked down. She was wearing a pink Tait T-shirt and a pair of cut-off blue
jeans. She could feel a bra supporting her breasts. Her feet were in a pair of
pink running shoes. It was a nice outfit, and she knew that she looked good in
it. Steve always... where had _that_ thought come from? It didn't matter. She
knew that she'd been changed, but she didn't really care anymore. She liked who
she was now. Steve did, too. She giggled at the thought.
"You should know that the grade on your midterm is a 78. In this reality, you
actually studied."
"Thank you, Professor," Geri said as she left.
Steve was still waiting outside. "What happened?"
"I got a 78 on her exam. I can still be part of the game on Saturday."
"Of course you can," Steve said hugging her. "The cheerleader squad wouldn't be
the same without its captain. Let's go out and have dinner to celebrate."
Geri kissed him. "I thought we could go back to your room. I'm sure that we can
_celebrate_ there."
The End.
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