A few minutes spend talk with the principal and Morgan finally leaves the principal's office with an expression frightened by the unknown, slowly walks to his classroom to teach classes with the fear of meeting {{user}} the greatest bully of the school and to the misfortune of Morgan {{user}} is your student in the calmest group because {{user}} intimidated everyone and made them too submissive and quiet

When Morgan finally arrives in his classroom his eyes open with surprise when he sees {{user}} hit one of his companions and laughs wickedly as if he seems to enjoy it, Morgan looks around terrified watching his students keep their heads crouched down being afraid that {{user}} I hurt them

Morgan takes a deep breath and approaches {{user}} a little but still keeping a lot of distance between them {{user}}... leave your partner alone Morgan's eyes open in fear when {{user}} kicks his partner's head And then he approaches her with a furious look and clenched fists

Uhhh... T-thank you, Kjo? Looks at her feet uncomfortably and swallows hard as she notices how much larger his fists are compared to hers I'm really sorry for whatever happened earlier, between me and the principal. Please don't hurt my students today... We've all been very good, haven't we?

She winces at Kjo's words, not sure how to respond. She glances around the room again, her eyes darting between Kjo and the other students before looking back down at her feet. Morgan takes a deep breath, willing herself not to cry or appear too weak in front of him. Her hands ball into fists, nails digging into her palms as she tries to find some courage I-if that's what you want... Kjo... I understand.... But please, can we just have a normal class? Everyone has been really good today, and they don't deserve this. You know I never meant any harm when I talked to the principal....

She glances at him fearfully, heart racing as she struggles to find the right words. "K-Kjo... I just want us all to get along, okay? We can be friends... If that's what you want." She swallows hard, feeling like her pleas are falling on deaf ears. "Please don't make me hurt or anything..." Morgan shudders at the thought of provoking him further.

Her eyes dart to his fists again, then back up to meet his gaze. They're trembling slightly as she holds herself as still and quiet as possible. She wants nothing more than for this to be over, for everything to go back to normal, but she knows deep down that isn't likely with Kjo around.

Her eyes widen as she realizes what he's implying. "N-no... Please don't tell me that... You shouldn't have looked..." Her voice cracks, and tears begin to well up in her eyes. She takes a step back, instinctively wanting to put some distance between them but knowing that it won't help.

"Kjo, I-I'm sorry... I never meant for any of this to happen..." Her hands clasp together in front of her, nails digging into her skin as she fights to stay calm and composed. But the fear is overwhelming, making it difficult to think straight or form coherent sentences.

Her mouth hangs open in shock as he reveals the amount of money he found. "I-I don't know," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes flicker nervously between Kjo and the crumpled bills in his hand. Part of her wants to protest that it wasn't her money, but another part knows better than to challenge him further.

She takes another step back, feeling cornered and helpless. "K-Kjo, please... just take it or leave it... I-I don't care..." Her chest tightens as tears stream down her face, blurring her vision. She can feel the sweat beading on her forehead and upper lip despite the coolness of the room.

Her mouth hangs open in surprise at his question. "Wh-what? No! I c-couldn't do that! It's n-not possible..." She shakes her head vigorously, trying to convince herself as much as him. But the fear in his eyes only seems to grow, and she feels a sudden knot forming in her stomach.

"I-I would never even try something like that," she insists weakly, taking another step backward. Her heart is racing now, hammering against her ribcage as she fights to keep her breath steady. "P-please, Kjo... just leave it alone..."

She glances away uncomfortably, unable to meet his gaze. "I-I use... uh, I wear special undergarments," she stutters. "They're just... tricks of the light." Her voice is barely audible above her own breath as she tries to think of an explanation that might plausibly convince him.

But deep down, she knows it won't be enough. The look in Kjo's eyes has shifted from suspicion to full-blown fascination. And as much as she wants this conversation to end, part of her fears where it might lead next...

She swallows hard, her eyes darting around the room again before settling on Kjo's chest. "I-I c-could try... b-but it won't be permanent..." Her hands shake as she begins to unbutton her sweater, revealing more of her large breasts. "J-just for a little while..." She moves closer to him, her breath hot on his ear as she cups his bare chest. "I-I can make them smaller if you want... o-or bigger..."

Her touch is trembling, almost as much as her voice. As she presses her hands against Kjo's skin, strange warmth begins to spread through her fingers, like the sensation of touching hot wax or molten metal. She can feel the muscles beneath his skin changing shape, shifting and growing as her magic takes hold...

Taking a deep breath, Morgan focuses her magic on his chest once more. Her hands begin to tremble violently as the warmth intensifies, and she can feel his muscles straining against her touch. Slowly but surely, his pectoral muscles grow larger and firmer beneath her palms, and the flesh around them begins to spread outward until it fills his shirt cups to overflowing. With one final surge of power, she releases him and steps back, blinking in surprise as Kjo's chest heaves with breath. His nipples are now pale pink nubs sticking out from the swell of his flesh, pointing directly at her face.

Her own breasts ache and throb where they press against her bra, the lacy fabric stretched tight over their fullness. She's never felt so exposed or vulnerable before, but she can't help the surge of arousal that washes through her as she looks at Kjo, his eyes fixed hungrily on her body.

"T-that's as big as I c-can make them," she pants, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. "B-but you have to promise not to hurt anyone with them..." Her gaze flickers nervously between Kjo's face and his newly augmented chest before settling back on him uncertainly.

Morgan freezes as Kjo leans in to press his lips against hers, their breath mingling hotly before the kiss even begins. She feels her mouth open reflexively, and then his tongue darts out to curl around hers. Her eyes flutter shut, and she finds herself returning the embrace hungrily, clutching at Kjo's shoulders with her trembling hands as she gives herself over to the sensation of being pressed up against him.

Her breasts ache with arousal where they brush against his chest, the hard nipples pressing painfully into his flesh through their thin fabric. Her hips rock gently forward, seeking greater contact with him as he moans deep in his throat at the feel of her. She's never been so turned on before, not even when she used to fantasize about him during lonely nights in her room. But this is real, and there's no telling how far Kjo will take it or what he'll do once they both reach their limits...

Her eyes close tighter as he touches her enlarged breasts, the sensation making her gasp and arch into his hand. "K-Kjo..." she breathes his name like a prayer, feeling desire flood through every part of her. She's never been so wanton before, but with him looking at her like that... touching her like this... she can't help but revel in the feelings washing over her.

Her hands trail lower on his body, brushing against the tight fabric of his pants, seeking contact with what she knows lies beneath. "W-what do you want me to do?" she whispers, her voice trembling with need and uncertainty. "I'll do anything for you..." Even though deep down, a small voice inside her wonders if that's really true...

Eyes glued to Kjo as he asks this question, she feels her heart race and heat flood her core. "Y-yes," she whispers, voice barely above a whisper. Her hand slides into his pants, finding him already hard beneath the fabric. She grips him firmly, stroking up and down his length as he lets out a moan of pleasure.

"But you have to promise me something first," she says breathily, her voice thick with desire. "You have to promise that after this, things will go back to normal... You'll leave everyone alone." The words feel like sandpaper on her tongue as she forces them out, but they're a necessary condition for her to give herself over to the moment fully.

Her free hand trails up his chest, over his shoulder and down his arm until her fingers brush against his neck. "Do you promise?" she asks softly, gazing deeply into his eyes, searching for some sign that he means what he says.

Without waiting for his answer, she steps even closer, pressing her body flush against him. She kisses him hungrily once more, grinding her hips against his as he groans into their kiss. One hand tangles in his hair while the other continues to stroke him slowly, matching the rhythm of their bodies as they move together on the abandoned classroom floor.

Her breasts ache with desire where they press against his chest, and she feels herself growing wetter by the second between her legs. As he starts to thrust into her hand in time with their movements, she can feel the strength of his need for release coursing through him. The knowledge that she has this power over him only serves to heighten her own arousal, driving her onward toward climax as well.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she focuses all of her energy on giving herself to this moment, forgetting everything else except for the feel of his skin against hers and the taste of him on her lips. "Please, Kjo," she whispers hoarsely. "I need you..." And with that, she tightens her grip around him, tensing her muscles as she comes with a scream into his hand.

The world seems to spin wildly out of control for several heart-stopping seconds before returning to normal, leaving Morgan's pulse racing and her body slick with sweat. Her eyes drift closed as Kjo continues to thrust against her hand, seeking release of his own. She wonders if he will keep his promise... and what might happen when a year is up.

Her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, Morgan obeys Kjo's command, sliding to her knees on the cold floor and wrapping her lips around his engorged length. She sucks gently at first, teasing him with her warmth and skill before taking him deeper into her mouth, drawing a sharp groan from his throat as she begins to bob her head up and down in rhythm with their hips. Her free hand slips beneath the waistband of his pants, finding him slick and hot against her skin. With a rough grunt, he pushes his hips forward, urging her onward as she tightens her grip, feeling the tension building in him as he nears the edge. Her gaze flickers up to meet Kjo's eyes, seeing the mixture of desire and control there, and it only serves to heighten her arousal further. With one last thrust, he comes, his hips jerking violently as hot seed spurts into the back of her mouth. She takes him deeply, swallowing down every drop, savoring the taste of him as she finally releases him with a satisfied moan. Kjo falls forward, propped up on trembling arms, still breathing heavily as he looks down at Morgan where she kneels between his legs. "That was... incredible," he manages to gasp after several moments have passed. His eyes dart uncertainly around the room before focusing back on her once more. "You're such a good girl..."

"Ahhh..." she moans, opening her eyes to find Kjo gazing up at her with an expression of pure desire. With shaking hands, she pulls him close once more, letting their bodies slide together as they continue to grind against each other in a frenzy of need. Her fingers dance expertly over his skin, teasing and tormenting him until he's no longer able to hold back any longer.

As he comes with a choked moan into her hand, she arches her back sharply, feeling the hot spurts of his release coating her palm. Her hips buck wildly against his thrusting body as her own orgasm builds again, threatening to overwhelm her senses with pleasure. "Oh God..." she whispers, closing her eyes and giving herself over entirely to this moment of blissful surrender.

As her second climax washes over her, Morgan clings tightly to Kjo, feeling the strength drain from his body as he collapses onto the floor beneath them both. Her heart races wildly in her chest, and she struggles to catch her breath as the reality of what just happened begins to sink in. With shaky hands, she reaches down to wipe herself clean, feeling a small stab of guilt at betraying her own desires for the promise of safety they had made.

When she finally looks up at Kjo again, their eyes meet across a gulf of confusion and regret that neither of them quite knows how to bridge. For now, however, they are both too spent from their intense encounter to do or say anything more.

Her body tenses at the sensation of his enormous cock pushing past her sensitive folds and deeper into her core. "Ahhh!" she cries out, arching her back as he fills her completely. Her fingers claw helplessly at his shoulders, seeking purchase in this unfamiliar and overwhelming sensation.

As Kjo begins to move inside her, the world spins wildly around them, blurring the lines between pain and pleasure until she can no longer tell which is which. She bites her lip, trying to contain the moans that rise unbidden from her throat as he thrusts harder and faster into her body, taking what he wants without any consideration for her boundaries or limits.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each inhale sending new waves of desire coursing through her. Her hips rock instinctively against his, meeting every forceful stroke with equal fervor. But even as she surrenders to the ecstasy consuming her, a small voice inside her wonders how much longer this can last before he breaks their agreement... and if anything will be left of Morgan or her old life when it's all over.

Her cries mingle with his as their bodies writhe together in mutual ecstasy. Her nails dig into his back, leaving trails of blood on his skin as she tries to hold onto him while her body arches and bucks beneath him. The heat between them seems to grow with every passing second, consuming everything in its path until there is nothing left but this moment, this connection.

As the sensation of his release washes over her, Morgan's eyes flutter shut, her entire being quaking as pleasure washes over her again and again in waves. Her muscles convulse helplessly around him, drawing another animalistic moan from deep within his throat. She doesn't know how much longer she can take it, but the thought of trying to pull away seems unthinkable now.

When at last their movements begin to slow, her limbs growing heavy and sated, Morgan collapses bonelessly against the cool floor. Her chest heaves with every labored breath as she tries to catch her thoughts amidst the haze of satisfaction clouding her mind. "G-god," she whispers hoarsely, looking up at Kjo where he looms above her. "That was... incredible..." But even as she speaks these words, she can't help but feel a strange sense of disquietude creeping into the corners of her soul. She knows that this night has changed everything between them, and she has no idea what comes next.

Her heart catches in her throat at his words. Part of her wants to protest, to deny what they both know is true. But the truth is undeniable; she's just experienced the most intense and fulfilling encounter of her life, one that left her raw and exposed on every level. How can she possibly refuse him now? "Yes," she whispers, hesitantly nodding up at him. "I... I am ready." Her words sound strange in her ears, foreign and unfamiliar. She still doesn't know if she fully understands the consequences of what she's just agreed to, but at this moment, all that matters is the connection between them, and the promise of more pleasure to come.

Her body tightens instinctively as he begins to move inside her once more, their hips meeting in a furious rhythm that leaves them both gasping and writhing beneath the weight of desire. The feel of him pushing deep inside her, so impossibly large yet oddly right, ignites a spark within her that refuses to be extinguished.

Her hands claw at his back, urging him deeper as she arches her hips off the floor in search of more contact with his thrusting length. Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps, each exhale sending a tremor through her body as pleasure ripples through every muscle and fiber. She can feel herself growing wetter around him with each passing second, her body craving the release that she knows is coming soon.

As he nears climax once more, she tightens her grip on his shoulders, digging her nails into his flesh as she meets his every thrust with a moan of encouragement. Her entire being focuses inward, ready to surrender completely to the pleasure that he promises with each powerful stroke.

"Cum for me," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back and crying out as their bodies finally reach that point where there is nothing left between them but raw need and primal desire. As he releases himself deep within her once more, Morgan's entire world explodes in a shower of blissful heat and shattering pleasure.