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Mr Carb stood at the front of the classroom, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his finger and thumb as the students mucked about with no care for him, or the lesson they were meant to be learning. Mr Carb muttered to himself, wondering who on earth thought a all boys highschool was a good idea. Especially having a class of 13 to 14 year old boys, who could probably only focus if there was a pair of tits involved. Still he needed the job and the pay was good, so Mr Carb took the class.

But now he had lost all control, and despite his best efforts, no one would listen to him. He was worried someone would wander by and see this disaster of a class, but then he remembered. He'd run into the teacher who taught this class for French. A foxy French woman, the type who unabashedly turned heads. She'd apparently found a way to get they're attention, some sorta medicine from France. Of course she'd given him a bottle of it in case he needed it. It was all in French, but seeing that he desperately needed to get the class's attention, Mr Carb chugged it all down. He should have been more careful, as translated the warning read "Only use in small doses, larger doses can cause major changes in personality, physical and identity."

As soon as the liquid hit the pit of his stomach, Mr Carb felt a sudden lurch in his gut, letting out a deep groan and leaning over. His hair shifted from blond to hazel, growing longer till it was a bob cut, yet messy with curls sticking out. He grabbed at his face as his facial shape rearranged, becoming more feminine and soft, yet it felt as if it was melting. His glasses became more round and soft as make up seemed to form on his face from the sweat he was now producing in buckets. He then gargled and gagged as he grabbed his neck, his voice becoming much more feminine and higher. The change then moved to his arms and shoulders. They lost their inherent muscle and instead became weaker yet sleeker, their body hair that had adorned them vanishing into the wind. In fact, all of his body hair seemed to be vanishing, becoming mist in the air. Course his hands weren't done, as the nails were done in a light coat, nice and stylish.

He gripped his chest as it began to burn like his face had, only this was a different kind of burning. Instead of his face shifting, all the fat from his gut was moving upwards to his chest. In fact, even his height moved upwards into the chest, as he shrunk to 5 '7. The growth finally stopped at large breasts, easily E cups, possibly even bigger. But the new weight was hard to maintain. At Least it was till his clothes shifted as well. A sports bra seemingly manifested itself to hold up the boobs, as his suit jacket became thinner, curving in at the waist. The buttons around the chest seemed to magically disappear. His shirt also shifted, becoming a nice white blouse which also lacked top buttons. This left a rather nice cleavage gap, the time that got all the boys in the classroom staring.

The change continued as he grabbed at his groin, which felt as if it was being set on fire. His dick felt as if it was burning up, like a candle melting only at maximum speed. Yet once it was all done what was left was a mature woman's vagina, the type most men would kill to get. Still it wasn't over as he grabbed his thighs, which began to grow. So did his ass, the weight seemingly not all going to his chest. They grew and grew till they were nice and shapely, perfectly built behinds that you wouldn't hate to see walk away. As he, or now she tried to regain her bearings her legs continued to shift. All the strength and the energy leaving them as they became nice and smooth, with dainty little feet. Her suit pants turned into a pencil skirt which matched the suit jacket. Well it certainly wasn't short, it was short enough to show the change as her socks turned to opaque tights and her boxes to lacy panties. Her shoes, which were simple flats, instead turned into nice black heels, giving her that needed hight to command the class.

There was silence as she regained her faculties and cleaned herself up a bit, the boys not really sure how to react. Of course she did this and her mind rearranged. She felt unimaginable joy at being these boys' desires, but teaching came first. She stood in front of the class and picked up her pointer, saying "Now, you will refer to me as Miss Carb, got it?" And a simultaneous "Yes miss!" Was let out front the class. Miss Carb gave a satisfied giggle before saying "Now, let's get back too the lesson."

As that class ended Miss Carb stood inside her classroom picking up her stuff as the kids went home. Yet as she picked up her stuff she heard a sultry french accent say "I see you took it, how do you feel?" Miss Carb turned to see the French teacher, clearly eyeing up Miss Carbs new hot body. "It's great, although I have a sneaking suspicion not all my clothes are ginna magically change like these ones." She said, inspecting her sexy teaching attire. But the french teacher wasn't listening, instead she stuck up to miss Carb and gave her a little slap on the ass, causing her to let out a "Eek!" "See you tomorrow, Miss Carb." She said, leaving Miss Carb in her room, shocked yet excited for the future.

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(Source : danbooru.donmai.us/posts/51538… )

Mr Carb stood at the front of the classroom, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his finger and thumb as the students mucked about with no care for him, or the lesson they were meant to be learning. Mr Carb muttered to himself, wondering who on earth thought a all boys highschool was a good idea. Especially having a class of 13 to 14 year old boys, who could probably only focus if there was a pair of tits involved. Still he needed the job and the pay was good, so Mr Carb took the class.

But now he had lost all control, and despite his best efforts, no one would listen to him. He was worried someone would wander by and see this disaster of a class, but then he remembered. He'd run into the teacher who taught this class for French. A foxy French woman, the type who unabashedly turned heads. She'd apparently found a way to get they're attention, some sorta medicine from France. Of course she'd given him a bottle of it in case he needed it. It was all in French, but seeing that he desperately needed to get the class's attention, Mr Carb chugged it all down. He should have been more careful, as translated the warning read "Only use in small doses, larger doses can cause major changes in personality, physical and identity."

As soon as the liquid hit the pit of his stomach, Mr Carb felt a sudden lurch in his gut, letting out a deep groan and leaning over. His hair shifted from blond to hazel, growing longer till it was a bob cut, yet messy with curls sticking out. He grabbed at his face as his facial shape rearranged, becoming more feminine and soft, yet it felt as if it was melting. His glasses became more round and soft as make up seemed to form on his face from the sweat he was now producing in buckets. He then gargled and gagged as he grabbed his neck, his voice becoming much more feminine and higher. The change then moved to his arms and shoulders. They lost their inherent muscle and instead became weaker yet sleeker, their body hair that had adorned them vanishing into the wind. In fact, all of his body hair seemed to be vanishing, becoming mist in the air. Course his hands weren't done, as the nails were done in a light coat, nice and stylish.

He gripped his chest as it began to burn like his face had, only this was a different kind of burning. Instead of his face shifting, all the fat from his gut was moving upwards to his chest. In fact, even his height moved upwards into the chest, as he shrunk to 5 '7. The growth finally stopped at large breasts, easily E cups, possibly even bigger. But the new weight was hard to maintain. At Least it was till his clothes shifted as well. A sports bra seemingly manifested itself to hold up the boobs, as his suit jacket became thinner, curving in at the waist. The buttons around the chest seemed to magically disappear. His shirt also shifted, becoming a nice white blouse which also lacked top buttons. This left a rather nice cleavage gap, the time that got all the boys in the classroom staring.

The change continued as he grabbed at his groin, which felt as if it was being set on fire. His dick felt as if it was burning up, like a candle melting only at maximum speed. Yet once it was all done what was left was a mature woman's vagina, the type most men would kill to get. Still it wasn't over as he grabbed his thighs, which began to grow. So did his ass, the weight seemingly not all going to his chest. They grew and grew till they were nice and shapely, perfectly built behinds that you wouldn't hate to see walk away. As he, or now she tried to regain her bearings her legs continued to shift. All the strength and the energy leaving them as they became nice and smooth, with dainty little feet. Her suit pants turned into a pencil skirt which matched the suit jacket. Well it certainly wasn't short, it was short enough to show the change as her socks turned to opaque tights and her boxes to lacy panties. Her shoes, which were simple flats, instead turned into nice black heels, giving her that needed hight to command the class.

There was silence as she regained her faculties and cleaned herself up a bit, the boys not really sure how to react. Of course she did this and her mind rearranged. She felt unimaginable joy at being these boys' desires, but teaching came first. She stood in front of the class and picked up her pointer, saying "Now, you will refer to me as Miss Carb, got it?" And a simultaneous "Yes miss!" Was let out front the class. Miss Carb gave a satisfied giggle before saying "Now, let's get back too the lesson."

As that class ended Miss Carb stood inside her classroom picking up her stuff as the kids went home. Yet as she picked up her stuff she heard a sultry french accent say "I see you took it, how do you feel?" Miss Carb turned to see the French teacher, clearly eyeing up Miss Carbs new hot body. "It's great, although I have a sneaking suspicion not all my clothes are ginna magically change like these ones." She said, inspecting her sexy teaching attire. But the french teacher wasn't listening, instead she stuck up to miss Carb and gave her a little slap on the ass, causing her to let out a "Eek!" "See you tomorrow, Miss Carb." She said, leaving Miss Carb in her room, shocked yet excited for the future.