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Patrick Jones was what most would call your average college nerd. He had always been too busy studying to have any luck with girls, he was one of the only students who supported the college students still having to wear uniforms, and he wasn't particularly popular, but at least his grades gave him something to show for it. On parent's evening, his first two teachers had had very little bad to say, all that was left was his business studies teacher, Dan Stevens. He was quite young for a teacher, having come straight out of uni, and had never seemed like he enjoyed teaching as much as his other teachers. He had also been very specific about the slots his students booked for the evening, having started an hour early so that he wouldn't have any after 6, when the evening ran until 8, meaning that, even though Patrick had booked all of his slots early, he was still the last student the teacher would see! He was an odd man, but Patrick supposed it wasn't really any of his business. He was waiting outside of Mr Steven's room with his parents for a minute and a half before the previous appointment finished. It wasn't massively unusual to be behind schedule, but the teacher was acting like it was the end of the world.
"A..ah.. hello Patrick, and.. erm.. you must be Mr and Mrs Jones." He held out a shaky hand, and the parents both took it. "I do hope you'll excuse me, but we might have to cut this one short, I really must get home by 6" They were both clearly confused by this, but could hardly argue. "Anyway, let's get started." Like the rest of his teachers, Dan had nothing but praise, but all the while seemed incredibly on edge. After a few minutes, he stopped.
"Well, I think that's all I have to say, any of you have anything to ask?" There was silence for a moment, before the boy's mother looked at his father, then back at the teacher.
"No.. I think that's fine.. sound's like everything's going well."
"Great!" Exclaimed Mr Stevens, practically jumping up from his chair. "Well, it's been lovely to meet you Mr and Mrs Jones, Patrick, I'll see you tomorrow morning.. erm.. have a nice evening!" He practically shoved them all out the door, leaving them all slightly bewildered, but no one said anything. They were silent, in fact, until they were outside the school, ready to walk home, when Patrick's dad let out a little gasp.
"Did you take that test paper that he gave back to you?"
"Damn, no, I forgot after he rushed us out so fast.. I'd better go get it. You go on ahead, I'll catch up." He headed back into the school, and reached his teacher's office, opening the door to find the man rummaging frantically in one of his drawers. He whipped his head around.
"Who's there!? Oh.. it's you.. um.."
"Y..yeah.. I left my.." but he was distracted, as moonlight began streaming through the window in the corner of the room, and Dan turned to face it, horror in his eyes.
"Fuck.. no! Patrick.. run! Get away from m.. meooh.. ohhh noo.. no not again.." Patrick wanted to heed the man's warnings, but couldn't help but stare in twisted fascination as, bathed in the light of the bright, full moon, his teacher's body began to writhe. His smart grey trousers appeared to melt, slurping into one long leg, that bound his legs together tightly, before snaking up into a skirt that barely covered the man's pants, which he caught a glimpse of, as the black became pink. His exposed legs became smooth and hairless, and extremely curvy, and his hips and rear end swelled dramatically, almost knocking him backwards. All the while, as he was raised on leather shoes that became stilettos, he was muttering warnings, telling the boy to leave, all mixed in with loud moans, though of pain or pleasure the boy couldn't tell. The man's shirt buttons began pinging off one by one, as two enormous breasts burst forth from beneath them. That was until the shirt too reformed, joining the skirt in forming an extremely low cut leopard print bodycon dress, that hugged his voluptuous body tight. His blazer became more feminine in design, now having only one button, which looked like it would break off had his chest been any bigger. Under the slightly shorter sleeves, his arms became slender as his legs, his hands now baring long, talon-like painted nails. His neck lost it's adam's apple, and his moans shifted to a more sultry, womanly pitch. His face lost it's stubble, his eyes rounded, lips plumped, and his short hair grew out in slightly curled, dirty blonde waves onto his shoulders. His moaned pleas were just moans now, as the final steps of his transformation took place. His skin began to wrinkle, his face seeming to age 20 years in one go, as it became patchily orange with fake tan, his nail polish chipping, his ginormous boobs sagging slightly. Where a man in his early twenties had stood moments ago, now stood a woman who couldn't have been any younger than 40. Where his teacher had stood, stood a woman who looked like she was playing a teacher in a porno. Patrick couldn't help but be fascinated by it all.
"Mmmmphhh... huh..? Yesss.. I'm free! Oh gawd he's had me locked up for so long... I've been so.. hornyyy... Oh?" Suddenly, the woman seemed to notice that she wasn't alone. She sauntered over to Patrick, who was still frozen in place. "Maybe you can help me with that.." She practically jumped on him, wrapping her legs around his as she locked her lips onto his. He couldn't help but get aroused as the milf rammed her tongue down his throat, and felt his boner press against the tight fabric of her dress through his uniform trousers, until suddenly, he couldn't feel his penis at all. That didn't stop the arousal though, even as Donna pulled away, he continued to feel increasingly horny. Confused, he slipped a hand into his pants, and felt what could only have been a vagina, and quite a wet one at that. His jaw dropped in shock, and the woman before him let out a sultry giggle.
"Hihihi.. yes.. embrace her.. become like me.. hmm.. I wonder if there are any other sexy men in this building.. mama's so hornyyy...." She passed Patrick, hips swishing from side to side as the boy began to moan softly. He felt pressure building in his school shirt, even as it reformed into a crisp white blouse, his nipples tingling sensitively as they pressed against the fabric. His trousers were slurping together into a grey pleated skirt that was at least a size too short, as his hips began to widen against it's waistband. His chest finished growing, and he heard his jumper begin to tear, eventually ripping straight down the middle, it's edges reshaping into those of a small black cardigan. His striped tie grew a little shorter, hanging cutely off the cliff edge that was his monstrous tits. His legs thickened as his body lost all hair, and his socks grew into grey tights, his shoes becoming shiny black buckled ones with a slightly larger heel than you would expect. His hair began to grow long and sleek onto his shoulders and down his back, framing a newly round and feminine face, with long, dark eyelashes and thick red lips. Now fully female, Patrick bit down on her lip, slipping off her cardigan as heat continued to build in her body. At the same time, he felt his control slip away, and, for the first time, began to fear what he was becoming. It was too late though, as, like his teacher, his skin began to age, becoming blotchy with cheap fake tan, and he grew a few inches, until he was no longer Patrick, but Patricia, an extremely horny MILF in her late thirties.
"Mmmphhh... need.. fuck.. so.. horny...." But the desire was too strong, and she fell to her knees, sticking a hand up her skirt and beginning to finger herself. Even after multiple orgasms though, she found her libido had not decreased at all. She needed more... but of course, the night was still young, and she would get her wish. Patrick awoke the next morning, stumbling out of a cubicle in one of his school's male toilets. Dazed and confused, with little memory of the night before, he wondered why so many students were pointing and laughing at him, having not noticed that he was still wearing the girl's uniform. He was soon found by the small search party his parents had got going the night before, and, after he gave them all the information he could remember, the security cameras were consulted, and Patrick and his parents got to see all that Patricia had been up to. Luckily for Patrick, his parents were too relieved to have found him to be angry, at least at him, although he didn't look forward to the awkward planning for next full moon. As for Dan, well, he was out of a job, that's for sure.

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APassionateArtist434's avatar

Hey that's a really good story! Spicy and real sexy image to complement the story! Because you started watching me, I decided to go and take a look at your profile and I was pleasantly surprised. Good job! 👍

MTBProductions's avatar

so hot. Please make another part to this

MTBProductions's avatar

In fact I would love for Donna to find me!!!

artboye's avatar

Definitely will, one of my favourite ideas as simple as it is. Probably wont wait until next october this time, but still don't want to do them too frequently

MTBProductions's avatar

Could I be in the next one? It’s just so well written

artboye's avatar

Thank you so much, your stuff was a huge part of my getting involved in the tg community so that means a lot. What do you mean by being in the next one?

MTBProductions's avatar

Oh im flattered. Id like to be a character in your next milf TG story if you plan on creating a "part 3"

artboye's avatar

Oh sure. I think the next one I do will probably be a sort of spin-off that doesn't involve Donna, but if you're ok with that I don't see a problem. Send me a note and I'll treat it like a normal request

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