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[b][u][center]A Public Fear

For Engy

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

Yana stood behind the curtains as she waited for her professor to give her introduction. The dragoness shifted from foot to foot, well-aware of the possibilities for fuckery that awaited her out there, and wondering what would strike this time.

[i]Last time it was big balls, the time before that breasts that ripped right through my blouse, and the time before that showing off a butt-plug…[/i]

She shivered as she imagined what kind of curse was on her this time. The lavender-purple dragoness was all but sure that the trend of her public humiliation would continue today; it was just which type of flavor it would take.

Adjusting her glasses on her snout, she looked down at her clothes for the umpteenth time. Her top was tight, but she was pretty sure that it wasn’t [i]too[/i] tight. Or was it? She pulled at the buttons, trying to tell by memory whether it was hugging her breasts more or less than the last time that she’d waited backstage.

Her skirt? She pulled at it again, half-sure that it was riding up her thighs, but there was no way of being sure. She hadn’t exactly marked where it rested before. It was still enough to cover everything down there, hiding her somewhat baggy sheath, but -

Was that it? She checked her underwear. Nothing there, not even a hole or a portal, but that might activate as soon as she was behind the podium.

[i]Ugh, this is what I get for having perverts for friends.[/i]

Whether it was the headmaster or that potion-fiend Engy or so many others that were part of her life, Yana was surrounded by people that wanted to put her into embarrassing scenarios. They were so good at it, too, and she wouldn’t even be that annoyed if it wasn’t for the fact that they kept getting one over on her without her getting a chance to get some payback.

Well, outside of that one time with Fyacin. That was a nice memory.

But one time -

“Now, welcome to the podium, a most magnificent student, Yana!”

A round of applause called her to the stage, and she couldn’t ignore it. Taking one last deep breath and hoping that she was just being paranoid, Yana gathered her notes and stepped around the curtain.

The crowd was as big as ever. It wasn’t the largest lecture hall at the Academia Draconis, but it was still huge, with rows of seats stretching out further than she could see now that she was under the spotlights. The podium with its collection of microphones felt so small compared to the vast stage under the familiar yellow glare, and the wooden edge of the stage all but melted away into a void of endless eye-speckles.

She took her position at the podium, spreading out her notes before her. It was supposed to be a lecture on more Body-magic stuff, studies that had been done about the gradual breakdown a body could undergo when subjected to too many transformations, but she was having a hard time seeing them. Instead -

[i]Breasts spilling out of her shirt, falling over the podium and nearly yanking her into the crowd from the sudden weight -[/i]

Yana pressed one hand to her head, taking a deep breath and pushing that memory away. Oh, that had been humiliating. Not as humiliating as waking up in the middle of the crowd with her breasts stained with at least a half-dozen cum shots, but embarrassing enough. She still didn’t know how they’d managed to pull that one off.

Hot though.

The crowd chuckled. She looked up, realizing that she’d been standing there in silence. Forcing a chuckle of her own, the dragoness began.

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your attention. As you’ve heard from other professors of Body-magic, it’s important to keep a keen awareness of your sense of self, particularly when using Body-magic on yourself. There’s a hundred and one ways that you can end up disrupting your body’s natural chemistry -”

[i]The time when she was so hopped up on a potion of testosterone, becoming more and more brutish until her muscles ripped right through her clothes and exposed her to the student body. She hadn’t even realized she’d shifted to brute speech and had kept trying to lecture, losing pronouns, then advanced speech, and then anything but grunts. And all the while, her dick had been throbbing.[/i]

Yana cleared her throat as the memory almost got something else growing. The crowd snickered, and she shook her head.

“I’m sorry. I’ve had a bad night of sleep. I’m just a little…a little unfocused today. Let me see, where was I…”

She looked down at her notes again, collecting her thoughts. The lack of a clear curse was messing with her more than she expected; she kept waiting for something to take over, to change her, but…nothing was.

[i]What is going on?[/i]

Not yet daring to feel relief, Yana continued.

Her studies had been rather extensive - if mostly self-inflicted - and more than once during her lecture she had to pause and collect herself as she remembered how she’d changed. The constant use of her magic had had many effects, ranging from turning her skin from scales to goo, from letting her skeleton dissolve and her brain - and other organs - go to various different parts of her body, and worse. Each experience had left her with a rather…embarrassing memory, to say the least, and the time that her brain had ended up hanging out of her sheath, stuck down her dick and dangling like an over-full condom…

Well, that had been an experience. She still got rather hot and bothered at the idea of someone literally dragging her brain into her dick and keeping her thinking horny -

“HA!”

Yana blinked. She stared at the crowd, shaking her head.

“What’s so funny?” she asked.

“Oh, god, I heard all the rumors, but I didn’t think she was that bad. Oh, god, the TA’s a total slut!”

“What?!” Yana stumbled back. “How - how dare you say something like that?”

[i]Oh god, what did they find out? What happened? God, don’t get hard, don’t get hard -[/i]

“Oh man, she’s gonna get hard?”

“Fuck, I was hoping for more tits today.”

“Look at her. She’s gonna blow.”

“Heh, looks like her face is gonna burn off with that blush. Think she’ll cum if we bully her?”

[i]Oh god, I would.[/i]

“HA! She would!”

Yana sputtered, half-sure she was having a nightmare for how little sense this was making. She whipped her head back and forth, trying to find some sort of explanation -

[i]I’m not - this isn’t - oh god, why is this…I’m not…[/i]

“Heh, look at her. She’s getting dumber by the second. Bet you her brain’s already going to her dick.”

Yana’s face went bright red -

[i]Tit for brains. Tit for brains, because my tits got so big that -[/i]

“That your brain went right into your bra!”

[i]That’s…that’s impossible. They’re reading what I’m thinking. This isn’t Perception-magic. There’s no magic. There’s just -[/i]

She whipped her head around, looking for the professor. Sitting in the front row was -

[i]Engy?![/i]

The yellow-scaled dragon had replaced her professor, and he sat in the front row of the lecture hall, wearing nothing but his usual blue bathrobe. He grinned at her, clearly fighting back a chuckle.

[i]How?![/i]

He tapped the side of his head. She reached up and touched -

[i]My glasses?[/i]

“She finally figured it out!” someone shouted. “Look behind you, slut!”

Yana whipped around, looking at the projector screen. No sooner had she set eyes on it than she saw a full record of all her private thoughts running up the wall, looking for all the world like some perverted credits screed at the end of a movie. Her jaw dropped as she saw all her memories, all her fantasies, and -

[i]Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m going to - no, no, no, don’t think that - don’t say that! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK -[/i]

Her cheeks were redder than they had ever been, and it took her a full minute of swearing and blushing and screaming what-ifs inside of her head - all accompanied by the giggles and teases of the lecture hall - for her to think about throwing away the glasses. She tossed them off her face, and just like that, the projected words disappeared.

Panting, she turned, looked out at the lecture hall, and then back at Engy. The whole room had gone silent, but she could see all kinds of expectant smiles looking back at her. Her face burned as hot as she ever remembered it doing, but she still managed to walk back to the podium.

Once she was close, she shifted her position, taking a moment to take a deep breath and let it out again. A little bit of Body-magic went into temporarily turning herself null, and it was just enough to get rid of the brain-fog caused by some of the extensive hormones that were cluttering her from head to toe. Clearing her throat, she adjusted her notes again, taking a moment to look back at the crowd.

“Alright. You’ve had your fun. Now, we’re going to focus on actually learning something.”

“I think we all learned a lot about you, ma’am!” one person shouted.

“Not nearly as much as you think. Now…back to the program…”

She wished she hadn’t said that. It was bad enough that they knew that she enjoyed all [i]that[/i]. Now they’d start wondering what else she liked…

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

Summary: A dragoness is supposed to give a lecture at a college. She knows she’s under some sort of curse, but she can’t figure out what, until it’s too late.

Tags: TransF/Solo, Embarrassment, Mind Reading, College, University, Cursed Item, Humiliation, Public Embarrassment, Exposure, Mild Transformation,