MTFF: A Lesson Learned

[Harri-chan]

"What are you doing?", she groaned as she saw the other woman locking the door as she sat there cringing on the toilet with her skirt and panties around her ankles. Her cheeks were bright red, and her long, long blonde hair was pulled around infront of her. "You think making me sick is going to help you? You've got no chance... ".

[muffinstud]

"Oh, I have a much better chance than you, honey." Deana preened her hair as she stood over Jennifer. "Feeling sick is just a side effect of what's really going on." She smiled wickedly and pushed her chest out in triumph as she watched.

Her stomach churned again, and her blouse felt tight. Even her jacket was a little confining, and she could feel the back of the toilet sliding up against her back. She took up less space on the seat too, and her toes just barely brushed against the floor. Despite feeling tighter, her clothing still left room in her chest.

[Harri-chan]

A moan spilled from her lips as that horrible sensation sprang back up in her stomach. She lowered her eyes, looking down from Deanna as she squirmed and shifted in discomfort. "Are you on drugs or something, Deanna? Look at you... you're so... boring!", she managed to trade insults despite the situation, the sweat coating her face and throat.

[muffinstud]

The woman found release from the horrific cramping, as her bowels emptied in front of the other woman. Looking down, she found her skirt had changed colors to a navy blue and lighter blue plaid. They were the colors on the skirts of the students. In fact, her jacket had turned navy as well, gaining the crest of the school on the left lapel. She was wearing one of the school's uniforms!

[Harri-chan]

Jennifer bit her bottom lip as she realised what was coming, and shifted again, wincing and groaning in shame as her bowels emptied with Deanna watching her. She had her eyes closed for a long moment, her chest rising and falling as she panted, her head leaned forward slightly when her eyes did open up, so she was looking right down at her cream silk panties and... the plaid skirt in shades of blue. She recongised it straight away, and her mouth fell open in shock as she sat up slightly and looked at her jacket. "Huh... ".

[muffinstud]

Deanna made a face at the noise the other woman made, but she still approached until she was standing right next to her. Fortunately, Jennifer felt the worst was over. As she looked at them, however, her cream silk panties gained white stripes and turned to cotton. She also felt her bra becoming thicker, and bending over she felt that most of the swell in her blouse came from her bra instead of herself.

[Harri-chan]

Jennifer leaned forward on the toilet seat, her fingers brushing the inside of the white and cream striped panties, moaning as she felt the cotton instead of silk. Her heart was racing, and she wore an entirely befuddled expression as she felt a very definite shifting sensation from her chest into her bra. Her wide eyes looked up at the worryingly tall looking Deanna as she stood right infront of her, free hand grasping at one of her bra cups and squeezing...

[muffinstud]

Jennifer felt only the padding of a training bra in her hand, which also looked much smaller than it should have. The taller woman rolled her eyes and handed her a roll of paper. "Clean yourself up and let's go meet my future husband. You'll be fine, Jenna." Despite never having been called that before, Jennifer's mind latches onto the name.

[Harri-chan]

Jennifer cringed, but took the roll of paper, as she wanted to be out of this situation as fast as possible. However, he body felt VERY different as she squirmed around on the toilet, wiping herself before getting to her feet and flushing. The lack of weight on her chest was obvious as she bent down to tug up her cotton panties and plaid skirt, her cheeks bright red as she stared at her reflection while washing her hands at the sink.

[muffinstud]

She found a much more cute looking face, almost cherubic. There was no way she could say it was beautiful, only cute. Her blond hair was still much as it was, if a little strewn about from her strain and sweat. She looked every bit the part of one of her students, and a young one at that.

"Now Jenna, are you feeling better?"

[Harri-chan]

Jenna shook her head in disbelief. Her nose wrinkled at the messy blonde hair and sweat on her face, before running her fingers down over the school crest on the blazer, before pulling it open slightly and examining the blouse, and of course pulled on the plaid skirt. "Wh-What the heck have you done to me?", she asked, her voice shaking, and her knees too from the look of it.

[muffinstud]

"Simple, honey. I didn't want you competing with me, and my man loves helping kids your age. So, I'm your new mother." She grinned and brushed the girl's hair. Her blouse was white and flat, like her chest. Deanna stepped behind her, showing that Jenna only came up to chest height on the other woman.

[Harri-chan]

Jenna still couldn't take her eyes off the mirror. She ran her fingers over her thigh-length blonde hair, wrinkling her nose as she felt that typical teenage greasiness to it, and she knew her skin would be the same and she'd have to work hard to avoid spots. A shiver run down her spine as Deanna came up behind her, a TINY part of her mind in awe of the woman's devious plan, and how much sense it made. "You'll never get away with this, Deanna! I'll go to the Principal, right now!".

[muffinstud]

"No you won't, Jenna. Not since you've been enrolled the whole school year. It's been tough having one less teacher on staff, but we've managed." She pats her shoulder and unlocks the door. "Try and tell someone who you were this morning, and they'll try to send you to the loony bin. Of course, as your mother, I'll try to take care of you myself first."

[Harri-chan]

Finally, the shaken and disheveled teenager turned to look up at her rival with a concerned expression as her shoulder was patted. So used to having expensive make-up and perfume, she felt rather icky from all that sweating she'd done. Her cheeks went red at just how much shorter the plaid school skirt felt compared to the one she'd worn to work that morning as she followed Deanna from the bathroom. "So what does this mean? You're a witch? I should have known... ".