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[b][u][center]A Class With Two Teachers

For yana_ambrosia

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

“Lovely. Teaching a subject I have [i]no[/i] understanding of to a bunch of students that probably remember me better as the Silver Streaker than anything else…joy. Just…joy.”

Yana pinched the bridge of her snout as she tried to gather her thoughts. Her professor, Virdis Keppel, was still dealing with…whatever had happened at the new forest, and still wasn’t back to take charge of her classes. Which was bad enough for her graduate work, but far worse when it came to keeping the other students taught and getting what they’d paid for.

The lavender dragoness had assumed that the headmaster would get another educator to take charge of the Remembrance classes that Virdis took care of. And he had: her.

“Mmmph…”

She could still hear Virdis’s theory ringing in her head. If she was so perceptive to the world that her body started warping just to accommodate the fantasies of others - to the point where she needed an enchanted item for protection against losing her true form - she should be picking up a fair bit of information by osmosis. At the very least, the dragoness should be able to teach the beginner classes.

[i]Teach the beginner classes of a subject I barely knew the theory of. Dammit, dammit, dammit…[i]

And yet, there she was, standing behind the curtains waiting to go out and deliver a lecture. Oh, the dragoness would have words with Professor Keppel. She would have some very choice words for her professor, indeed.

A soft bell rang out, and Yana knew she couldn’t delay any longer. The dragoness stepped into the open, feeling the eyes of dozens, maybe hundreds of students staring down at her from their seats. She fought to keep her focus, fingers clenched around the notes under her arms as she made her way to the podium.

[i]Focus…focus…you have her notes, and…and it’s just talking for an hour. You can pull this off. You can. You can.[/i]

Oh, what she wouldn’t give for a little help, though. Fuck, if there had been a demon around, she might even have offered her soul for a bit of back-up.

[i]Not much chance of that, though.[/i]

Yana reached the podium. As she took that last step to bring herself level with it, a strange chill rushed over her. She blinked, swearing that something had just happened, but -

No. No, everything was the same. A little drafty, admittedly - she didn’t know what had possessed her to wear such a short skirt instead of her usual pants, or why they were ripped all the way from her thick thighs almost all the way to her hips - but nothing that she wasn’t used to. Yana looked back at the crowd…and paused.

There were all kinds of smirks through the crowd now. Some of them almost looked like they were holding back laughter, while others were just flat-out staring at her. That didn’t seem right.

[i]Just move on. Get started.[/i]

As she rested her hand on the papers, she swore that the chill lingered longer than it should. Making a note to turn on the heating for the next class, Yana cleared her throat and turned to the students. She tapped into her magic -

“Remembrance-magic. Honestly, probably one of the greatest safeguards that you can learn when it comes to a magical career. Considering that the base-levels of Remembrance spells are essentially a reset button, knowing this particular branch of magic means that you can do pretty much anything while still having a safety parachute waiting.”

She stepped away from the podium, surprised to feel the knowledge rushing through her as she did. Maybe Virdis had a point. Maybe she had absorbed a bit of -

Yana stumbled, huffing as she barely caught herself at the edge of the stage. She windmilled, struggling against the weight of her breasts as they almost tugged her over. The sheer heft of them nearly bounced them out of her shirt, a constant risk with all the smaller garments she wore -

[i]Weird that I wear so many…small…tight things…[i]

Yana groaned, taking a step back. She really should be better at this by now. Her breasts were always a trial for her; the sheer size of her curves meant that she had to keep an eye on her balance whenever she did, well, anything. She should know better than to move too quickly near the edge of something.

The eyes of all her students were still on her, looking her up and down. The dragoness forced herself not to think too hard about that. It was just…something she had to deal with. Curvy women always had to deal with that, right?

“Moving on,” she said, trying to draw on more of the information she’d apparently picked up. “Remembrance-magic is not just belief, but a rock-solid reconstruction of the state of something. Much like Body-magic, the more that you know about the thing that you’re trying to affect, the more that you can do. Anyone can remake a house that has been blown over; an architect could remake the house and make sure that everything is in pristine condition. The same can be applied to any number of things that you are applying your Remembrance-magic to, including yourself. The better you know yourself, the better - could someone turn on the heating, please?”

Yana had to stop for a moment, shaking her head as she felt the draft again. This time it was running right through her, the chill hitting her right down to the core as she stopped in the middle of the stage. Her arms wrapped tight around her middle, seeking some of the warmth from -

From her…breasts? Oh, right, yes, they were big enough that they created a pocket of warmth under them. She’d forgotten about that. That was why she tended to keep them out in the open.

All eyes were on her. Again, not particularly surprising; she didn’t hide much these days, and even she sometimes had a hard time not staring at herself in a mirror. Having huge breasts and bigger hips meant that she wasn’t far from a walking bombshell. And -

Oh, it was cold. She brought one hand down, idly circling it around her exposed sheath. Not even sexually, just keeping it warm.

One of the students got up from the audience, making his way to the heating knob on the right wall of the lecture hall. She nodded her thanks, feeling the little wobble that went through her from her breasts down, and turned back to the podium. There was something she was forgetting, and -

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

Yana groaned, looking over her shoulder with a pinkened expression.

“Sorry. I try not to walk around too much; I know I’m just built like a brick house here.”

The dragoness swore that she heard a giggle at that, but it didn’t seem to come from the shocked audience. As she turned back to her notes, she swore that some of the students were pulling out their cell phones. She almost called on them to put them away, but considering they only seemed to be filming the lecture, she decided to ignore it. Better to let them take notes however they could.

As she leaned over her notes, she could feel her ass cheeks wobbling, grinding against each other. She didn’t know why her students seemed more interested in that than her. It wasn’t like it was the first time that they’d seen it.

After all, she was on the stage naked most of the time. Virdis had -

Had…

Had…

Yana froze in mid-sentence, her eyes glued on the page. Reality seemed to flicker for a moment. The memory of Virdis being off-stage, retired, all but bound to her lab rather than lecturing, fought against the other memory of her professor only stepping aside a month ago and still trying to get back to teaching.

[i]Both can’t be true.

One is a lie.

Which?[/i]

The world felt like it was splintering in her mind’s eye, one thing being true, then another, then the other, then the first, and then -

“Oh, you’re still too smart.”

And just like that, the previous reality disappeared…but not the previous body.

Yana was frozen in place as the ghostly appearance of a familiar hyena drifted away from her. The dark-furred female chuckled, holding in hand the very enchanted item that kept Yana from shifting her form too far and forgetting it. The dragoness slowly looked down at herself, her face getting redder and redder as she did.

She was hardly the woman that she had started the day as. Her breasts were so big that they could have completely buried the top of the lectern, smothering it like some pathetic pervert beneath them. Her nipples were swollen, pierced through and dripping with milk, and -

“Mmmmmmeep…”

Yana whipped her hand out of her sheath, biting her lips as she felt her fingers dripping with her own pre-cum. She stared at it, her breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps as she looked through her fingers at the many camera phones out and recording her, and heard the comments coming her way.

“Didn’t know that the headmaster hired perverts!”

“Fucking hell, she’s more boob than body.”

“Fuck the boobs, look at that ass. Think she’d teach us better if she was bent over the lectern?”

“Hey, prof! You taking suggestions for all these transformations? Or do we gotta rain shimmers on ya like down at the club?”

Yana’s face was so red that she thought that it would spontaneously combust, but it was made all the worse as the hyena demon leaned over. Iyeya whispered in her ear, her voice just short of a chuckle.

“You’re dripping, girl…”

“Shut up…”

“Oh, look at that. Dripping harder.”

“Shut up shut up shut up…”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: A dragoness starts teaching a lesson for someone else, unaware that there’s a demon hanging around.

Tags: Intersex/Solo, I/solo, Exhibitionism, Breast Growth, Butt Growth, Unknown Exposure, Sudden Embarrassment, Possession, Alteration, Blushing, Exposed,