Looking at the office door, Nancy tucked a stray lock of blonde hair behind her ear. She had never been asked to see a professor after class and couldn’t help but shake the feeling that she was in trouble. That wouldn’t make sense of course, Nancy was a model student, but it was a feeling she was stuck with. She pulled her hands out of her jean pockets. One hand reached up to clutch the strap of her backpack, while the other shakily reached out and knocked on the door. It was slightly ajar, so she followed by moving it forward further and peeking her head in. “Hi, Professor. You asked to see me after class?”
Professor Walsh’s office wasn’t quite what she expected it to be. She had always imagined professors’ offices to be full of books, with a desk and a computer, and maybe a nerdy poster on the wall, like the periodic table or a famous saying from Albert Einstein. She expected offices to be rather minimalistic in order to promote productivity. Instead, Professor Walsh’s walls were adorned with eccentric knick-knacks. There was an elaborate cuckoo clock and something that appeared to be a tribal mask. Instead of books, he had shelves full of crude gadgets and devices, all of which Nancy couldn’t imagine to identify. Of course there was the obligatory computer and desk at which he sat, but strewn across the desk were blueprints and elaborate diagrams. It looked more like the shop of a mad inventor rather than the office of an esteemed psychology professor. She walked into the office and was greeted by a low hum coming from his computer… or was it from the shelves? Nancy shook her head and cleared her throat, eliciting a response from the aged man.
The professor looked up from the desk and peered at Nancy through coke-bottle glasses. His grey hair was askew as usual, but he looked even more disheveled. “Ah, Nancy, yes!” he exclaimed, leaping from his chair and scattering writing utensils as he did. “I wanted to ask you how your studies were going so far!” His question was punctuated with the clatter of a pencil hitting the floor.
Nancy furrowed her brow. Did he really ask her to visit him after class just to check up on her? Had her work shown a decline in quality? “Umm… Good, I guess?” she answered, still unsure of his motives, “Am – am I in trouble?” Both of her hands were clutching the straps of her backpack and she awkwardly shifted in place.
Professor Walsh chuckled. He came from behind his desk and perched on the front of it. “No, my dear! Quite the opposite, really.” He smiled and leaned forward. “You’ve shown yourself to be an exceptional student. Always very studious and receptive. In fact you’re the only one who sits in the front row.” He finished his statement with a wink, and Nancy wasn’t sure whether to find it creepy or endearing. In fact, the entire situation had put her off.
Nancy averted her eyes from the man and looked around the room. Her gaze eventually fell on his computer and she stared at it for a moment while trying to process the situation. The computer was shut down and dormant. She still didn’t understand why he had asked for her to meet him after class and she really wished he would just get to the point, but she knew she had to respond. “Yea… Well, I was raised with those kinds of values,” Nancy said with a shrug, “Hard work pays off, y’know?”
Professor Walsh chuckled again, and shook a pointed hand towards her. “That it does,” he said as he rose from the desk. He began to pace around the room with his arms held behind his back. “But I’ve noticed you never seem to converse with the other students.” He stopped and turned to her, “Have you managed to make any friends here?”
It was getting way too weird for Nancy. Why did Professor Walsh care if she had any friends?! “N-no… Not really,” she responded, shifting even more awkwardly now. Her feet just couldn’t get comfortable.
Nancy briefly reflected on her social life. She was generally quiet and unassuming so not many people paid her any mind. The boys all tended to flock around the hot and flirty girls, and she was the complete opposite. Her lack of exposure left her without any experience and made her an awkward mess whenever a guy tried to talk to her.
Her female peers were even worse. Nancy was very studious, but not well off and that left her attending a community college. Academically she was far superior to her classmates and just didn’t share the same interests as them like fashion and boys. She had quickly resigned herself to a life of solitude after the starting university.
“Ah, that’s a shame,” muttered Professor Walsh before finally walking behind his desk, “But nonetheless might actually help with this! How would you like to work with me for extra credit?”
Nancy was taken aback. “Extra credit?” she said quizzically. All this odd pretense just for extra credit?!? “I’m not sure I’ll have time for that,” the girl continued, And I feel like I’m doing well enough in the course as is…“
“Oh, come on, Nancy,” interjected Professor Walsh, “Wouldn’t you like to have more of a challenge?! You and I both know that this course is too easy for someone as smart as you.” He flashed her a withered, yellowed smile.
Nancy held her resolve, and held her ground. “Well, I- I’m feeling plenty challenged in my other courses, and I would hate for those marks to suffer because I’m needlessly doing more work.” She wanted to end the conversation there. “Thank you, Professor, but I have to decline,” she added before turning to walk away. Or… wait. She wanted to move, but her feet wouldn’t let her.
“Thats a shame, really,” replied Professor Walsh, his voice laden with mock defeat. He turned to one of his shelves and slightly fiddled with one of his many gadgets. Nancy felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as the buzzing in the room grew louder.
“P-P-Professor? What’s going on?” Nancy asked. She couldn’t move her feet whatsoever, no matter how hard she tried.
“I really wish you would have accepted,” he said, ignoring her question. The professor grabbed another gadget from the shelf and began to crank a key on the back, “A prolonged transformation is so much easier to explain than an instantaneous one.”
Nancy was having a hard time registering what he was saying. The buzzing was boring into her mind and, once the professor released the key on the back of his second device, a new tone started echoing throughout the room, growing and fading at seemingly random intervals.
“Wh-what’s going on?” she cried. Her eyes welled up with tears as fear consumed her mind. Nancy’s entire body felt uncomfortable. The second tone felt like it was caressing her, inching its way across her skin. Every nerve kicked into overdrive, and she felt as if her clothes were smothering her.
The professor continued his monologue as if he had given it a thousand times before. “Of course, it happens often enough that a young freshman drops out after the first few weeks of stress and anxiety.” He walked up to Nancy and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. A shiver emanated from the touch and ran through her body. She couldn’t decide if it was from pleasure or revulsion. “It’s not unheard of that they completely drop off the map, ashamed that they let down their family.” He turned from her and grabbed a third device from the shelf.
“What are you talking about!?” screamed Nancy while she struggled against her invisible bonds. “Please let me go!”
“I’m sure you noticed it when you first walked in here…” said Professor Walsh as he fiddled with the round device, “Of course, it’s probably blatantly obvious now.” He set the gadget beside his computer and perched on the desk once again. It whirred to life and began pulsating yet another tone. Nancy cringed at first as the sounds bombarded her mind, but gradually she felt her body relax. She stopped struggling to move and she felt the fear drain away replaced by a calming sense of complacency.
“That little buzzing sound?” said Professor Walsh, pointing to his ear with a raised hand, “Only a certain type of person can pick it up.”
“Wha- Yea, but…” The buzzing was proving too hard for Nancy to handle. It was making it so hard for her to even think straight. “What are you doing? Please stop…”
Nancy’s request fell on deaf ears as Professor Walsh continued his monologue,“ You see, I get bored teaching the same thing day in and day out. It’s all so dreary answering the same boring question over and over. My mind just wanders to other things!” Nancy suddenly became acutely aware of her bra. Her face flickered with pain as the feeling of it digging into her back registered in her mind.
“Here, let me help,” said the professor. He stood from the desk and approached her. His hands moved to her blouse and began unbuttoning the front. Nancy knew she should react, she knew she should tell him to stop, but there was no part of her that really cared. She could only stare at the man as he undressed her.
“I’m a bit of an inventor, you see,” continued Professor Walsh. He nodded his head towards the various gizmos in his office as his hands finished with her shirt. “I just love tinkering and toying with things.” He reached around her body with both hands and unhooked her bra, leaving the bra and blouse hanging loosely on her frozen frame.
“What are you doing?” she asked, more out of curiosity now than fear or fright. Nancy felt her head drifting in a calm sea of emotions.
“Don’t you worry, my dear,” responded the crazy professor, finally acknowledging her queries. His right hand reached up and pulled the elastic out of her ponytail, allowing her long black hair to cascade down her shoulders and across her face. Nancy’s eyes struggled to focus on the raven hair as Professor Walsh continued his story, “A few years ago, I made a little contraption. It could emit a certain wavelength that specifically targeted parts of the brain.”
Nancy squinted her eyes. She was perplexed by the tresses dangling in front of her face. “M-my hair…” she murmured, “Didn’t… Didn’t I used to have blonde hair?”
“And as you’ve just discovered, the contraption had some rather interesting side effects.” He walked over to his shelf and fiddled with the first gizmo once again. Nancy noticed a frequency drop out from the rest of the tones and softly blinked. She looked at her dark black hair and reached for it. Her hands finally decided to cooperate and she held the hair in front of her face.
“It’s so different…” mused Nancy. She had no opinion on the change. It wasn’t good or bad in her eyes, just different. The professor continued to walk around the room while she gazed at her hair. Nancy was just in her own world, completely oblivious to the professor as he fiddled with various instruments, and even unaware of her own nakedness as her bra fell off her shoulders and draped on her arm.
Professor Walsh glanced at the girl and chuckled. He placed his last gizmo down and carried on with his monologue as if she were still paying rapt attention. “I discovered a way to warp people, you see. Twist and turn and toy with their mind and body until they aren’t even recognizable.
A new sound washed over Nancy and she bit her lip. The tone lit her body on fire as orgasmic sensations began to wiggle their way through her body. She closed her eyes and dropped her hair to allow her hand to play with her breasts. Her hand groped her full and massive tits eliciting a moan from her succulent lips.
The professor perched on his desk again. There was an obvious tent in his trousers while he watched Nancy fondle herself. “Granted, it only works on a particular subset of society…” he waved his hands as if it were an afterthought, “Generally those who excel academically.”
Nancy moaned in pleasure. Her pussy grew damp and moist as the sensations streamed through her. Her mind began rewriting itself, desperate to attain the feelings she now craved.
“So I began using my lectures to select the right people. I found that I could force the affected individuals to react subconsciously if I got the frequency just right.”
Nancy’s shaking legs gave way and she dropped to the floor. Her hands frantically unbuttoned her jeans and forced their way under so she could rub her aching, wet pussy.
“A cough here or a yawn there. I’ve developed a foolproof system to discern the right subject.”
The girl began writhing on the floor as her body was driven closer and closer to ecstasy. She needed to cum so badly, but it just wouldn’t happen. Her mind fried as the orgasmic fog enveloped her consciousness.
The professor picked up a picture frame from his desk. It had a photo of a particularly busty blonde. She was wearing a tight pink shirt and sucking on a lollipop. “And when I find myself tire of my current thrall,” he said as he placed the frame back onto the desk, “Well, I just use my system to find a new one.” He pressed a button on the gadget he had placed on the desk, and all of his machines turned off at once. The frenzied Nancy screamed out as an orgasm rolled through her like a hurricane. She convulsed on the floor while her body basked in the sensations. Never before had she felt an orgasm so intense and it wasn’t long before she blacked out in exhaustion.
Professor Walsh was midway through a lecture when he saw
her walk in. His very own gothic beauty. Her jet black hair was accented
with crimson red and her tits were stuffed into a tight, black corset.
Her lip piercings glittered in the auditorium light as she briefly
smiled at him. She knew she had to maintain the appearance that she
wasn’t regularly fucking him, but it just slipped out. Nancy pulled
her enthralled gaze away from the professor and searched the room for a
seat. As she walked down the steps in her thigh high leather boots, she
was acutely aware of all the looks she was receiving. Most were directed
towards her torso and, whether they were eyeing her tits or her tats,
she didn’t care.
She scouted a spot next to a very plain looking guy.
He had shaggy brown hair, light stubble and a slim build that betrayed
his lack of athletics. The seat was in the middle of the row so she had
to slink past a couple students, making sure to flaunt her sculpted ass
as she did. She sat down and winked at her plain-looking neighbour.
“U-u-ummm,” he stammered, “I haven’t seen you around before, do you usually attend this lecture.”
Nancy
glanced at the tent in the student’s pants and giggled slightly. It had
been four weeks since the professor changed her, and this was her first
time back in the auditorium since then. “Omigawd, no!” she responded,
“I just think the professor is totally hawt. This class is, like, wayyyy
too hard for me.” Her hand snaked into his lap and began stroking the
boy’s cock. “Speaking of hard…”
Professor Walsh smiled while he
watched his creation have a bit of fun. He turned to his console to
change the slide and pressed a small button at the same time. A moan
echoed through the silent auditorium and he looked up to see his gothic
slut bask in orgasmic bliss. All eyes were on her for a moment until
another girl, short and slightly chubby, yelped. She leapt from her desk
and ran out of the room leaving all her belongings behind.
The professor smiled and continued his lecture. Perhaps he’d have two sluts this semester.
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