Bawling my eyes out and clenching my jaw I quiver and whimper on the floor, my lanky limbs sprawling out as the heat slowly begins to dissipate. Drenched in sweat and panting heavily I barely register the soft and pitched up tone encompassing each pathetic utterance from my lips.
"The first one's the hardest" Mori chuckles, watching me splay out on the floor. "Especially after such a long round. Now, go enjoy your recess" she coos giddily, licking her lips with a sense of voracious hunger. "Some of us need to eat."
Suddenly, darkness consumes my vision and silence surrounds my senses. I feel a though I am adrift for a moment, my limbs floating through something warm and dense before suddenly the momentary reprieve ends with a sudden and painful slam.
"I am sooooo sorry" cries a slightly husky yet unmistakably feminine voice, panic and anxious nerves clinging to her every word. My knees ache and my palms sting as rough cheap synthetic carpet grinds into them. Something brushes at the beck of my neck, long strand of hair banding together before splaying out over my delicate exposed skin.
A low groan slowly escapes my lips, my whole body flinching as I hear a soft girly whine escape rather than the deep rumbling moan I had been expecting. As I wriggle and writhe, doing my best to find myself and get my footing beneath me, I let out a softer and more whimpering moan as my supple chest grinds against the rough flooring through an almost silken top.
Placing my palms beneath me I try to push up, my bar arms shaking as I try to heave myself up off the ground. Suddenly, a wraps around my elbow as the same husky voice woman groans to haul me up to my knees.
Staring through a subtle curtain of light brown hair I look around in a panic. Gone is my living room, gone is the TV and the game, Gone is the torturous woman on the screen. Replacing the cozy space turned nightmare is a large and rather bland multi-function room, a large row of folding tables covered in plastic bowl and cheap snacks dividing the center of the room.
Dozens of young men and women in their late teen and early twenties mingle and move about the space, a giant banner hanging at the back of the room reading.
WELCOME FIRST YEARS
INFORMATION TECHNOLOGY DEPARTMENT
A pile of papers lay scattered ahead of me, a bulky looking laptop laying open and with several keys missing about a foot away. Several people stop their conversations to help grab up the papers, handing them to a young woman in a set of black skinny jeans and a set of heavily worn black combat boots.
"Thank you! Thanks! Sorry! Thanks you!..." the young woman wheezes, trying her best to bundle the papers up in the right order. As she flicks through them, looking for some kind of page number, her pale green eyes go wide. From behind a set of large horn rimmed glasses her eyes appear to spark with a sense of recognition, her gaze darting towards me as her pale freckled cheeks grow ever so slightly rosy.
Piling the papers into a free hand, the woman quickly adjusts her ear length teal hair as she seems to try and tidy it before approaching me. Standing at around five foot six, the young woman brushes out her long oversized navy green jacket and shifts her loose black shirt as through to reveal more of her collar bone and a hint of her freckled chest.
"Sorry" she wheezes, holding out the papers for me before grabbing the laptop with her spare hand. " didn't know you were... I mean I shouldn't have bumped into you at all, but if I had known you were... I mean... wow..." she rambles, watching wide-eyed as I slowly wobble up to my feet.
Staggering in place I look down at the young woman, her jaw dropping momentarily as I glance down at her. My heart hammers in my chest as I stare into her eyes, my breath growing short as a wave of emotions crash into me. My body practically aches, my knees quivering as I let out a warm sigh of longing. It's almost hard to think through it all, my mind warping and twisting under a deluge of hormones.
"I'd always thought you'd be... like... some kind of gross dude in his forties or something" the young woman blurts out, a wave of pale spreading over her progressively rosier face as she realizes what she said. "I mean your repositories are so... I mean I know this name, you basically programed half my final..." she continues with a panicked rush, pointing at the printed paper for emphasis. "I didn't think you'd be pretty or..." she states, a final wave of red spreading across her face before she shoves the laptop into my hands and goes to walk away.
After only a few steps I call out, the young woman bristling a shudder as I purr.
"Hey... want to go somewhere private?"
Slipping out of the welcome party wasn't difficult, the two of us quickly pacing out through the front door and into a long white hallway with doors leading off every which way. Pacing my way down I try to get a handle on my breathing, my breath growing short as a practically painfully warm and damp heat builds between my legs.
My chest aches, begging to attention, my nipples standing so firm as to make every movement of my top almost agonizing.
The giddy and enamored young woman clings to my arm as we quickly walk, her words entering one ear and out the other as she apologizes more and more about knocking me over and thinking me some nerdy basement dweller.
Passing by office after office I eventually come to a complete stop, a shrill squeak escaping my lips as I spot an equally shocked young woman staring back at me from a small wall mirror. The sheer panic breaks me from my lustful stupor, a mental cold shower pushing back the tide of emotions as I pause in my tracks.
Standing at around five foot eight, the blue eyed and pale young woman looks almost like the little sister I never had. Every feature is eerily familiar yet undoubtedly feminine, my mouth falling out with a wince as I spy a set of relatively large front teeth that would make up an otherwise toothy grin. Her hair hangs in a hair and tight ponytail, the sweaty and poorly maintained strands dangling down in a shoulder length mop.
Her pale and slender frame is on full display, a lilac sports bra and a pair of black yoga pants clinging and adhering tightly to her as though it was a second skin. Small yet perky breasts press out against the skin tight fabric, her narrow and unimpressive hips doing little to make the yoga pants work for her.
Her lips quiver with a whimper as her eyes dart about, the reflection staring down at our mirror nipples poking overtly through the cloying material of the top and the slight wet patch forming between her legs.
I'm snapped from my stupor by the young woman as she reaches out, testing the door knob and pushing the door open with a gentle shove. Biting her lips she follows my gaze in the mirror to my flat and damp groin, her tongue licking her lips as the sight. Tugging at my arms she slowly drags me inside before easing the door shut as to keep the noise down.
"Private enough?" she practically moans, pulling in close as her more substantial bust presses against my torso. "I'm Alison..." she says with a giggle, leaning up to kiss and nibble at my neck. My whole body shakes as she begins to tease my sensitive skin, her hands wrapping around behind me to slip down towards my hips and to fiddle with the waist band of the yoga pants.
"Jo... Jordan..." I manage to moan out, eliciting another short giggle from the once extremely nervous young woman. Her hands slide into my pants, gently squeezing my pert rear before one begins to slide around my thigh and towards the moist quivering slit between my legs.
"Pretty name..." she purrs, pulling away from my neck to look me in the eyes. Her face is a deep shade of crimson, her own breath growing short as she leans in towards my face. "Pretty..." she muses softly, closing her eyes as our lips meet and her fingers grow painfully close to the sensitive nub between my legs.
Suddenly, I feel my chest pound and ache as the clawing sensation comes back. With a cry of pain I hunch over, the pain in my chest suddenly snapping me from my lust filled mental state. I stagger back, expecting to hit a wall or at least the desk in the center of the room. However, I soon find myself collapsing back into the large desk chair behind the desk itself, my stomach churning at the impossible shift in space.
The laptop I had been carrying sits open on the desk, the chiming of school bells coming from the small speakers beneath the screen. My blood runs cold before stopping in my veins entirely, the screen flickering to life as Mori grins menacing out at me with a new miniature in her palm.
The room itself has changed as well. While far from modern, the once decades old class room looks at least like something you could expect to see in the modern day. While the chalk board remains, it appears far newer and well maintained in comparison to the old and heavily marred backdrop to the room.
The aging wooden desks are all replaced with uglier, yet more cost efficient, constructs of white plastic and light-weight metal. Fresh paint coats the walls, an off-white that makes the whole space feel clean and clinical rather than the sense of character it had formerly exuded.
Even Mori herself looks different. While her black hair is still in the tight bun the silken strands appear far more lustrous as the shimmer beneath the new overhead florescent lights, her gaunt and pale cheeks now looks more full and rosy even under the harsh white light. Her once conservative and bulky clothing appears far better fitting, with a black skirt now running down past her knees while her white blouse outlines her narrow waist and decently sized bust.
"Welcome back class" she coos in a prim and proper manner, her tone clashing with the mischievous and delighted look on her face. "Did we enjoy our play time?" she asks, biting her bottom lip hard as she stares at my chest in a knowing manner. "I certainly enjoyed my meal, very... satisfying" she states, licking her lips as they are suddenly coated in a deep red gloss. "Unlike some of us."
"What did..." I pant, my hand shooting up to my mouth as the soft and delicate voice rings out in the now truly empty room. Glancing down at myself I let out a low whimper, my other hand reaching down to touch my aching chest before its suddenly yanked down to the arm rest.
"No playing with yourself in class young lady" Mori snaps, her stern character returning before she begins to chuckle once again. "And as for what I did... I did nothing aside from bringing your choices to life" she explains, waving her hand as the sound of shuffling cardboard fills the room. I watch as my tableau slowly spread out in front of me, my eyes going wide as it all begins to sink in.
"I... what did..." I gasp, squeezing my legs together with a wince as I feel the dripping drool from my pussy soak through the cheap material of my pants and coat my slender thighs. "Turn me..."
"Back?" Mori muses, looking down at the tiny red young woman staggering about in her palm. "But we still have so much more to play" she states, throwing the miniature me into the air as it suddenly appears along with the board on the desk. I feel the clattering of plastic dice fill my palm as my mouth hangs open in shock.
"Now..." Mori coos, taking a deep breath as her eyes narrow in on me. "Let's start the next round"
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