The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

This story takes place awhile after the events of my story Literally. I’d like to thank my co-author Cassy0chi for the entertaining method of writing this story. For readers turned off by mention of pregnancy, this may not be for you, but please feel free to provide any feedback. Thanks and enjoy.

~ KpK

Literal Learning: Lesson 1 — Reproductive Anatomy

Over a year had passed since the strange events that seemed to spread outward from a remote country town called Cottonwood.

Jeff Deacon recalled reading all about the weeks after the first events happened. There were reports of strange lights in the sky, of mass hysteria, even rumors of a gas explosion at some remote government facility.

As he put one arm in his coat, then wrapped it around himself, finding the other arm hole, Jeff looked out at the courtyard between campus buildings. The day was finishing up, most students heading home. There was a strange haze in the air, one that seemed only to have built as the day progressed. Odd, he thought, looking up into cloud covered skies. There seemed to be a glowing, a subtle tinge of color to the air.

Professor Deacon had been teaching the biological sciences at FSU for more than ten years. He’d seen a lot of students pass through his doors in that time. But not one of them quite left the impression that the one girl still remaining in the courtyard had.

As everyone else filed off, chatting about the day, a few seeming to stop and take deep breaths of the hazy air, she remained seated on a park bench near some trees. Her nose was buried in a book, as was typical for her. Jeff Deacon decided to stop and say hi to his star student. She may be just a freshman, but from what he’d seen of her performance in the classroom, Cassy Miller could give fifth year seniors a run for their money.

“Well, hello there Cassy.” Jeff said, taking in a lungful and looking up into the sky. “Strange weather we seem to be having, right? Feels like there’s something in the air.”

Cassy looked up from her book, took a breath and nodded. “Yeah isn’t it odd? We normally don’t even have this weather down south at this time of year.”

Jeff thought back to the reports over a year ago. Since then strange weather hadn’t been the exception, more the rule. “Well, it has been a rather extreme year weather wise. Just goes with the trend I guess. So what subject is that you’re studying?”

“Roman history.” Cassy replied, holding up her book.

Jeff chuckled. “Oh, I’m afraid you might have me at a disadvantage there, Cassy,” he said, taking a breath and leaning casually to look down at the open book.

The teacher grew momentarily distracted looking down at the book. The angle made it impossible not to at least take note that Cassy was a very pretty girl. He coughed and looked away, seeing the last of the students clear the courtyard. “I’m better with the biological sciences, you know.”

“Oh, I have that textbook in my backpack Professor Deacon. Should I get it out?”

Jeff returned his eyes to the young student. He smiled. She was anything if studious. “If you want to, Cassy, sure. I know you’re getting ready for finals. Be glad to give you some quick help.”

He took a breath, coughing slightly. “Strange air today. Really... um strange.”

Jeff looked down at her and smiled. His thoughts felt rather floaty as though he’d just woken from a twelve hour nap. Shaking his head, he straightened up. “Anyway, Cassy, you’re one of the brightest young girls I’ve had the privilege to teach. I’d be delighted to see what you can show me. You do know your body of work has been one of the most impressive I’ve seen this year.”

“Oh, thank you professor,” she said. She reached in her backpack, searching for her textbook.

Jeff couldn’t seem to take his eyes off the girl as she leaned over, sifting around in the book bag. Her top lowered with her movement and he found his eyes smiling right along with the rest of his face. “Yes, Cassy, I’m rarely driven to say this about a student. But you really have a passion for learning. It’s a real desire you seem to have.”

Professor Deacon fell slightly off balance as he watched Cassy, his eyes seeming to thin with interest. “I dare say that for a freshman, you’re full of... um... potential. Very full.”

Cassy pulled out her book, feeling an odd sense of heat on her chest. She held the textbook momentarily tight against her breasts, feeling a very unwanted satisfaction. Shivering a little, she laid the textbook in her lap and took a long soothing breath.

“Thank you, sir. So which chapter should we look over?” she asked curiously.

“Well, Cassy,” the professor began, his eyes losing focus as he again took a rather coughing breath. “Maybe... umÉ the human anatomy section. That’s always a tough one with you kids.”

His eyes dropped to her chest, immediately looking away, but his mind still wondering if that shirt had been so tight when he first walked up to her.

Cassy grinned, turning to chapter twenty-six “Sir, I always found this quite easy, actually.” Saying this, she found her thoughts wandering for a few seconds, thinking about her own body, specifically the sense of heat which felt as though it were spreading into her lower back area. Her ass, she thought, the word echoing in her thoughts. She pictured it swelling, filling into the perfect bubble.

Jeff smiled. “Easy? You, really?” His eyes lowered, looking at the nubile young coed with a very unexpected appraisal. “Well, maybe I should quiz you on your knowledge. I happen to know that sometimes putting knowledge into practice is a little harder than just learning it.”

“Sure.” Cassy said. She grinned and held the book out for Professor Deacon.

Fingers brushing for only an instant, Jeff took the book and felt the warmth from where her hands had held it. He took a breath, his actions somehow seeming to take on their own life. “Okay, stand up. I’ll see how easy this really is for you.”

As Cassy stood up and brushed off her suddenly tight jeans, she realized just how much they were hugging her ass and hips. The word full flashed briefly into her mind, quickly vanishing as she looked over at the teacher.

Jeff did a double take as Cassy stood from the bench. He couldn’t help but wonder if his eyes were playing tricks on him. Was she always this curvy, this voluptuously sinful looking? He took a breath calmly, repeating to himself she was still a teenager, and a student. There was definitely something strange in the air today.

“Okay... um... Cassy.” He stared, lost in thought for a moment. A part of him was aware he was grinning. What he wasn’t aware of was that the grin appeared anything but innocent. “Cassy, you’re one of the rare students I feel is mature enough to give me an honest answer. Do the other girls... I mean students, do they say I’m a hard guy? You know, in class and all?”

Cassy hardly even hesitated. “Yes, they say you’re hard, very hard actually.” She paused, her breathing coming quicker, her body feeling fuller, but somehow not full enough. “But most of the students are airheads and jocks who are here on a sports scholarship.”

“Oh really?” The Professor backed up a step, nearly falling as his head spun. Hard, he thought. I’m very hard, and they’re airheads? His pants tightened and he returned his stare to the young student. Jeff tried to look away. He really shouldn’t be looking at her this way, he thought. He took a long breath of air, the haziness up above filling his mind.

Jeff Deacon looked at Cassy quite directly, a grin forming just as large as the erection forming in his pants. She did seem a fine physical specimen, even if her body was a little bimboish. His pants strained. He struggled to refocus his thoughts. “UhÉ well thank you for the honesty. Now... er, can you show me where the main physical differences between males and females are? And try and remember the correct terms, please.”

Cassy was almost gasping at this point, her breathing more of a panting at being under the scrutinizing eyes of such a handsome professor. Before conscious thought even hit, she was blurting out her answer and doing something she’d never dreamed of. “Well professor, on women the main difference is the breasts,” she said, lifting her shirt and quickly flashing massively swollen tits.

“On which we have the areola and nipples,” she added, rubbing fingertips over mountainous nipples.

Jeff stared, his jaw dropping as the smartest girl he’d had in some time quickly became the revealing star of all his secret classroom fantasies. She grinned and continued her graphic answer to his question. “And also, Professor, the clitoris is a vital difference too.” Cassy slipped her jeans down, having to wiggle out of the far-too-tight garment, then kicked off her panties, revealing a perfectly shaven pussy.

“Um... wow.” Professor Deacon mumbled. He was losing all self control, his mind being overpowered by the dirty thoughts Cassy was only pushing into new even dirtier territory. Her next move pushed him over a cliff into the pit beneath all morality.

“On men, we have the penis,” she said, dropping to her knees and undoing her teacher’s pants, revealing a very strained pair of boxers. She smiled as she grabbed his cock and stroked in up and down. “And I can’t forget the adam’s apple,” she said leaning back and pointing to his throat.

The Professor stared, his eyes widening at the teenage girl’s unusually blunt way of demonstrating the differences. She released his member and stood back up, doing nothing to hide her nudity. He knew she had a passion for learning, but right now he was beginning to have a passion of his own. He coughed and restrained himself from simply grabbing her tight body.

“Er... this seems wrong somehow. But yes, you are technically correct. Hips are another important distinction.” Jeff stared, nearly forgetting to blink, the rest of the world slipping away.

“Oh, how could I have forgotten?” She said placing hands on her hips. They were definitely wider than before. They had to be. Professor Deacon knew he would have noticed a freshman with hips that curvy.

“Yes... um... oh fuck... I mean, yes. Hips are very flared in certain women. We used to call them breeding hips where I grew up. Have you heard the term, Cassy?” He watched the nearly nude girl, wondering if anyone else might be watching from the surrounding buildings. He no longer cared. “Yes Cassy, I’d say you have real breeding hips.”

Cassy felt a quick thrill that fluttered through her belly. Her thoughts ran away with her as she suddenly felt a strong urge to have her professor inside of her, for him to get her pregnant, to fill her with his fertile cum until she wasn’t just full, but well beyond full. Then she recalled her sister and how she’d always had the hips in the family. “Why, how nice of you of say, Professor. My sister is actually using her breeding hips currently.”

“Yes, I recall having her in my classes. She was always a real thorough student, as far as anatomy went. But you strike me as far more detail oriented than her. You clearly are dedicated to making the right impression.”

Jeff hardly noticed how close he was standing, the girl’s seemingly swollen tits nearly right against him. “I guess the two of you are natural breeders, huh?” He felt silly saying it, but his mind had already dropped into the gutter since this conversation began. Besides, he was standing here with a partially nude teenage girl talking about breeding. Things couldn’t get much more strange.

Cassy looked away, a frown crossing her expression. “Well, I’m not... but I guess...” she said, suddenly feeling quite jealous of her lucky knocked up sister.

“Don’t worry, Cassy. You put your mind to it, you can be anything you want.” Neither Jeff nor his student seemed aware that she was still standing there stripped and he had a massive lump stabbing out the opening in his boxers. “I bet you’ll put your sister to shame one day.”

“I’m not sure, sir... I mean my sister is so much... um bigger then me...” she muttered.

“Bigger... how? You know certain changes take place when the female is primed for mating. I... uh wouldn’t worry too much.” He took a deep breath, wondering why nobody else had even stumbled upon them. It was a strange day indeed. Here he was standing with Cassy, previously top student, apparently now topless student as well. And what a top she had. “Would you care for any more tips, Cassy? You do seem to have the material down.”

“Yes... more tips would be good” She said, eagerly smiling. There was still a shyness in that smile, even if the curvy nubile teen wearing it was hardly wearing anything else.

The Professor returned her smile. She seemed different somehow, despite the shyness. He found himself raising a hand and boldly placing it right on her swollen nipples. Pinching lightly, then harder, he really began digging into the flesh. “Well, stimulation has been shown to have a direct effect on the natural urge to breed. I imagine a girl like you should have no problem remembering that. I mean, you are a natural breeder after all.”

She had her eyes closed, but opened them as soon as he said the word breeder. “And you need to make sure both partners are equally ready. I’d demonstrate but you might prefer to show me yourself, since I don’t want to be too hard in... er on you.”

Cassy moaned lightly under his groping fingers. “Oooh, on a man you know when his penis is nice and hard, and on a woman usually their nipples harden. Oh, um, it shows their arousal.” She pointed down at his dick and stared at her swollen nipples as she said this.

Professor Jeff Deacon used every last ounce of power to release the girl’s enticing body. He stepped back, trying to rediscover an innocent smile. “You have the material down, Cassy. I think you were right. This is easy for you. I guess you’d probably like to get back to your studies. I mean you don’t need me to keep you tied up or anything, do you?”

“I do,” she said quickly.

“Oh really?” The Professor looked around. His eyes thinned and he licked his lips. “Well, maybe a little more one on one time will add to your body of knowledge. I’m always willing to help a student as sweet as you are.”

He started to remove his belt from the loops on his pants, his mind not even paying attention to what he was doing. “Are you sure my tying you up won’t wreck your afternoon?”

Cassy lowered her eyes, a seductive wanton lust showing clearly. “No,” she said, “I’m free.”

“Not for long!” Jeff said, laughing.

He wasn’t even sure why he was doing it as he did it, but he grabbed Cassy’s wrists and wrapped his belt around them once, then twice. He pulled her over to the nearby arm rest of the bench she had been sitting on. Looping it around the metal frame, he securely bent Cassy forward, her body folding at the waist and giving him a rather entertaining view of her own reproductive anatomy.

“So, Cassy,” Jeff said, unable to believe he was actually saying this, “ready to get your first real lesson on being a good breeder?”

Cassy looked back, immediately seeing what her teacher had in mind. “Yes! Make me a breeder!”

“I’ll make sure your sister sees that there’s nothing she can do that you can’t do better.” The Professor took one last look around the abandoned campus courtyard. He grinned and stepped out from his pants.

“Now, Cassy, in order to best reproduce the results your sister achieved, I might need to be a little firm in my direction. It’s a hard lesson, but I imagine you can handle it, right?”

“Yes! yes!!! Just breed me please!!” she begged.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Heh, get it ‘a head’?” Jeff laughed at his own pun, then slapped Cassy lightly on the ass. “Anyway, I am a teacher after all. I want you to learn something here. Now angle is all important when breeding. Ideally I’d have you on your back with your legs on my shoulders, but for now this will work. After all they don’t call it doggy style for nothing. Now, Cassy, what angle of entry in this position do you think would work best for our lesson here. And please cite reasons why.”

Cassy squirmed, wanting nothing but to feel a hard cock driving unprotected into her body. Her mind was unable to recall specifics for Professor Deacon’s question. “Sir.... I forgot...” she said glumly.

“Forgot?” The Professor asked. “Really, Cassy, and I thought you were better than all the other airheads that pass through my classroom.” He spanked her lightly, rubbing his hand along her ass, down to her thighs. “Well, let me show you then.” He leaned across her, placing a hand on her back near her neck. “See, if I force your upper body down towards the bench, you’re hips are higher in the air. That way gravity does its work.”

He stepped back, looking at the girl. Such a bright student, he thought. Guess she wasn’t so bright after all. He shook his head. “Cassy, I’m just not sure you’re dedicated to getting the thrust of my teaching here.”

The bound girl squirmed. “Yes sir, I’m dedicated enough! Please continue breeding me please...”

Jeff smiled. As much as he was still trying to make sense of the development here, he couldn’t help but enjoy hearing a student show dedication to learning something. “Well, I guess I can show you a little more. Now of course for successful breeding, the male must be properly motivated. Lucky for you, I’m a very hands on teacher.”

He stepped in behind her, pushing her down more and sliding right in towards her shaking thighs. “I’m going to be hard on you though, so I hope you’re ready.” He pressed the head of his cock just barely into the folds of her dripping cunt.

“Oh, I’m ready sir, I’m sooo ready,” she said, extremely horny to become bred by her teacher.

“Then lesson number two, after position, is penetration.” He grabbed her hips, her breeding hips, if possible seeming even more flared than before. “Now, I’m going to attempt to go as deep as possible, as quickly as possible. That way I’m aimed right down into your womb. You know what the womb is of course?” He pressed forward, sending inch after inch after inch inside her until his belly met with her ass.

“Yes, the place where the product of the breeding will develop, where the eggs are that need to be fertilized by your cum.”

“Unghhh...” The Professor grunted, slamming his hips forward. “Very good you little slut... I mean Cassy. Yes, that’s where I need to get you loaded down with thick creamy sperm. You do still want that, right?”

“Sir, ohhh, it’s alright to call me a slut. And of course I still want your cum!” She said. “I neeeeed it!”

“Stop calling me sir, slut. You know another lesson in successful breeding, and one you won’t find in textbooks. Dirty talk among couples can often increase the success of climax, nearly doubling the volume of cum. Now such a tight little teenage girl like you probably knows more than you’ve admitted about dirty talk, right?” Jeff began hammering away at Cassy’s cunt, moving the bench with the force of his fucking.

“Yes, um... Professor Deacon,” she said, confused about what to call him in this situation.

“Jeff, you cunt. My name is Jeff.”

Cassy squealed as her teacher brutally stabbed into her, his cock reaching new depths inside her belly.

“Cassy, you’re such a hot little slut, just primed for baby making. Another important tip for being a breeder is do it while she’s young and do it often. I imagine we’ll have to repeat this lesson a few more times today. Just to make sure you learn something. Is that okay, slut? You didn’t have any plans this evening did you?”

“No, ohhhh, just studying for all my other tests, and I was going to the library...,” she said weakly.

“Well, you need to make a choice. Study for all those other subjects, or show your sister who the best of breed is in your family.”

“Then I choose to show my sister.” Cassy said proudly.

The Professor reached around the girl, grabbing her tits and squeezing. He never thought Cassy had anywhere near this size of tits, but she’d proven quite a surprise. Battering her cunt with his cock, he hardly could form his words. “Another tip, Cassy. Females with larger udders often prove best for breeding. Guess that makes you prime stock, huh?”

As soon as he’d called her tits udders, Cassy felt them swell. It was as if every pump inside her made her fuller and fuller.

Jeff couldn’t fully see around her thrashing hair, but his hands definitely felt those breasts growing in his grip. He squeezed tightly, feeling how much weight they had, how they seemed to now drag the seat of the bench. “Ohh fuckkk! Cassy, you’re my best student ever. You have the body of a fucking slut, and the motivation to match any animal in heat.”

He slammed his hips harder into the girl, shaking the bench, threatening to topple them over it. Her tits were slapping wildly beneath her, the sound driving him mad with lust. He leaned back and pulled Cassy’s hair, really sinking his cock inside her. An hour ago he’d never have imagined this. “Oh fuck! Cassy, you’re such a sweet little bitch in heat!”

Cassy felt her pussy start to throb, wanting to be fucked more then ever. “Yes!!! Fuck your bitch! Fuck me sooo hard!!!” she yelled.

“You want that, Cassy? You really want me to fuck you harder? You know what happens when I do that, right?” He continued to rock into her, breaking every code he’d ever had as a teacher.

“No,” She moaned, “what sir?”

“Still calling me sir? Well I’ll tell you what happens. Eventually I cum, and before that happens you need to decide what you really are. Are you a student who takes things a bit literally when getting a hard lesson from her teacher. Or are you a slut who wants her brains fucked out and to be nothing more than a knocked up baby factory far beyond her sister’s wildest imagination?”

He continued plowing down into the girl, his cock already nearing the point of no return. “Which is it? Think carefully!”

“The second one!” she moaned as his cock ground into her body.

He grinned, all sense of being her teacher melting away at her answer. He felt her cunt tighten on him and no longer sensed anything odd in the air, well nothing more odd than the sweet smell of ripe young girl ready to be fertilized.

“Alright, slut!” He grunted. “I always knew somewhere down deep that you were nothing but a slutty baby-maker. Now why don’t I spend the rest of the day fucking your brains out and giving you a real mother of an education? Does that sound good to you?” He was a blur, pistoning in and out of her body.

“Fucking my brains out?” She questioned.

“Yes, well in nature, the female in heat often loses intellect and common reasoning abilities in favor of the pure aggressive need to mate. So, to really be a breeder, you need to choose whether your intellect and reasoning skills can take such a hit. Choose quickly. I can’t hold off much longer. I have a fire hose to let loose and it might just wipe away your thoughts for some time to come.” He rocked into her, his cock somehow holding off it’s boiling hot load, his balls ready to erupt.

“Intellect? Oooh, ungh... you mean becoming an airhead like the rest of the students?” she asked, panting.

The Professor strained to hold off the inevitable. His face turned red. “Yes, well, your head may not be filled with air. It may be filled with cum if you don’t choose soon. I’m about to fill you up. Where does it go, inside or out? You said this was easy for you.”

Cassy bucked eagerly at her bindings, thrusting back at her teacher. “Oohhh yessss, fill meee!” she moaned.

“Fuccckkkkk!” Jeff groaned, finally loosening his grip on the girl. He arched his back, pressing his cock deep down into the girl from behind, deeper than he’d ever dared before. “You’re gonna be one fucking hot little cumslut now!” His cock twitched, swelling and nearly aching as it blasted load after load deep inside Cassy.

He didn’t feel the volume slow as he moaned and leaned forward, pressing her further down, her tied wrists straining his belt. He continued rocking slightly into her cunt, sending rope after rope after rope of boiling hot seed straight into her womb. “Ohhh Fuck, Cassy, you’re too much! I just can’t stop cumming!” He looked down at her, her entire body shaking. For an instant she seemed quiet. But that quickly changed.

Cassy felt all the intelligence draining out of her as though her professor’s cum was cleansing it of all things except reproduction, sex, and pleasure “Oohhh!!! God, fill this airhead slut!” She yelled.

She felt all of history go away. She wouldn’t need to know any history now “Oh god keep filling me!!!”

All her math soon went away. She couldn’t even count to 2. A light pink foggy sensation came about her. It turned her lips puffy; it enlarged her breasts even more; it even tanned her skin and lightened her hair. “Oh fucckkk this slut!” She shouted.

The Professor stared down at the girl, amazed she still had room for what he felt exploding forth from his cock. Her words only drove him on more. Pressing tight into her, he made sure nothing escaped from her tight little teen pussy. He aimed to not just fill her but to breed the little slut into being nothing but a cunt and one curvy little body.

Cassy’s proper grammar for English and her big vocabulary went away. Giggles were added with lots of ‘likes’ and vulgar words. Her pussy was throbbing as she became like a rabbit, reproducing constantly. Cassy giggled profusely “Like, fill this cunt!!!” She squealed with a new higher voice.

Jeff never let up, rocking into her with weakened muscles, his cock if anything getting harder inside her tight body. He’d loosen that body up, he thought. He’d show her what a real man could do with a stupid little breeder like her. “OHHH fuck, you’re so damn hot!” He shouted, feeling another series of climaxes burst forth from his cock. He was amazed he kept going. His knowledge of anatomy told him it shouldn’t be possible and yet he continued. Her tits slapping up and down, her constant giggles; everything drove him on.

“Breed me, Jeff! Fuck your cumslut!” she screamed, finally using his name. Her womb practically inflated with cum, her nipples quickly becoming moist and starting to drip with warm fluid.

Jeff Deacon stared down at Cassy, almost not believing what he saw. Her body seemed to be changing, growing more curvy, more outlandishly fertile looking. And were those splashes he heard when her tits slapped up and down? “Fuckkk... I always knew you took a full load in school. Just never knew how full!” He cried out.

“Ooohh god! Fuccckkk my cunt...... fuck it hard!!!” She squealed again, her eyes turning blue and her breasts erupting thick squirts of milk.

He leaned over her, almost using her for support as his cock somehow sucked all his energy into continuing this impossible mating. Reaching around, he grabbed her tits, what he’d previous just been positive were typical breasts for an older teenage student. Now they were monstrous and soaked.

Jeff squeezed hard, shooting geysers of thick milk straight into the courtyard. He laughed, enjoying the craziness of the situation and continued filling the girl with cum. Finally though, the flood was beginning to lighten. “Oh fuck! Ohhh Cassy, you seriously took a lot more than I thought you could. I have to hand it to you, you must be twice the student your sister ever was.”

He slumped on top of her, her breathing heavy, her giggling voice somewhat dumber sounding as she spoke.

“Am I, like, a good cumslut?”

Feeling the last steady stream of cum pour into her, the professor rolled off and fell to the seat of the bench. He reached under her, grabbing a huge teat in his hands. Massaging it, milk sprayed in all directions, covering him in a fine mist. Her eyes were large and vapid. “You’re the best cumslut ever. Now stay hunched over with your head forward and you’ll be one seriously knocked up little cumslut too. As soon as I rest and replenish some fluids I plan to keep loading you down. As long as that’s okay with you.”

“Like, sure, thats what breeders do anyway!”

“Good girl. Very good girl. Now while I’m resting, tell me all about Roman history.”

Cassy wiggled a little, milk dripping from her udders. “UmmÉ like... what’s Roman history?”

The professor grinned, reaching over to tweak a still hard nipple. Cassy stared at him like the empty headed little slut she’d chosen to be. “Oh well. It doesn’t really matter does it? I guess you have new priorities. So how’s it feel to be what you are now?”

“Like, horny!” Cassy giggled.

“That’s the urge to mate, Cassy. It never goes away in some animals. Did you know that humans are one of only a few animals who can be in heat all year long?” He looked at the girl. “Well no, I guess you wouldn’t know that, being a cum receptacle and all. But it’s true. And Cassy, I think if you get an A in anything this year, it will be my class. After all you’ve shown a willingness to really bone up with the teacher, get down and dirty, and do some real literal learning.”

He looked over at a water fountain nearby. “Now how about you stay here and let all that juicy semen just soak into your womb. I’ll go drink some fluids and we’ll start round 2?”

Cassy smiled, her teenage face still somehow innocent despite a beyond curvy bimbo body and a most likely pregnant belly. “Like, sure!”

The professor laughed and patted her on the cheek, milk dribbling from where she’d spattered her own face. “Be right back, my little baby-making slut. I have many more positions to show you. I’m sure you won’t mind a little extra credit lesson.”

He smiled, walking thirstily towards the water fountain. “Or as I might call it, triplets.”

The End ;)