By: RobManRobMan
Since your grades were so bad, your professor had decided that you could be more useful elsewhere...
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Her thick, heavy fart ripped out as she bent over in her office. "My stomach is killing me. What was in that sandwich?" she muttered to herself as she picked up some essays from her bag, waving a hand behind her ass to fan away the rancid smell.
She had transformed you into a pair of panties. You fit her perfectly and you're far more comfortable than anything from the store. She wore you daily, the spell making you clean every hour... though you never felt clean.
Ffffffrrrrrtttttt
She barely acknowledged you these days. You're not really her student anymore. You're just a pair of panties, and you do that job much better than you did your assignments in her opinion.
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Welcome to your future...