Special Tutoring (1/3)

Professor Daniel Marks had seen the writing on the wall. His Modern Societal Structures 203 course had been a disaster for two semesters running. Low grades, poor attendance, zero engagement. Administration was breathing down his neck, and it wasn’t exactly a secret that his contract wouldn’t be renewed after this term.

So, Daniel figured—why not enjoy it while it lasts?

If his career was going to crash and burn, he might as well have a little fun before the flames snuffed out. He’d noticed a small group of dolled-up girls always sitting in the back of his lecture hall, never taking notes, always giggling and whispering to each other. Sigma Beta Beta girls. Tight sweaters, short skirts, and glossy smiles that made it very clear academics weren’t their top priority.

At the end of the next class, Daniel motioned for the Sigma Beta Beta girls to stay behind, watching the rest of the students file out. Once they approached, smiling sweetly, he lowered his voice. “You girls are all failing. But if you’re interested in some special tutoring, I might be able to give you a second chance this semester. Naturally, I’d expect you to be very… committed to the extra work.” His eyes dropped deliberately to the plunging necklines of their sweaters and the barely-there skirts clinging to their hips.

The girls exchanged sly looks and giggles, feigning wide-eyed interest. “Oh, Professor, we’d love some extra help,” one purred sweetly, twirling a lock of hair. “We can, like, study sooo hard for you.”

“Perfect,” he said, the corner of his mouth curling into a grin. “I’ll come by the Sigma Beta Beta house tonight. We’ll get started.”

Strangely, he couldn’t remember much about the sessions. He’d arrive at the sorority house, sit down with the girls gathered around him… then nothing. Just blackness.

He’d wake up the next morning, exhausted and sore. His cock ached—but not in the familiar, satisfied way it would after a wild night. It was different. But with the girls constantly texting him flirty little messages, he wasn’t too concerned.

Can’t wait for our next lesson, Professor 💋

That Thursday, Daniel arrived at the Sigma Beta Beta house like always. The girls greeted him at the door with their usual sweet smiles and led him to the pastel lounge. As he settled into the familiar chair, Amber leaned in close and whispered, “I can’t wait until you pledge today, Bambi!”

Daniel blinked. “Bambi? Who’s Bambi?”

Amber giggled softly. “Oops… too soon.”

Before he could press further, her polished silver pendant was already swaying in front of his eyes.

“Just relax now. No thinking.”

The world softened. His mind slipped effortlessly into the familiar fog. Soft hands stroked his arms and shoulders. He could faintly hear the girls around him, their voices calm and firm.

“You’ve never been Daniel. You’ve always been Bambi.”

“Bambi loves looking pretty and doesn’t waste time thinking.”

“Bambi’s so excited to finally become a Sigma Beta Beta girl today.”

Daniel nodded automatically as the last of his awareness melted away.

Amber produced a pink silicone chastity cage. “No more of this useless thing dangling around,” she said sweetly, locking it into place with a click. The sharp snugness made Daniel—or rather, Bambi—whimper softly.

Then came the breast forms. Heavy, round, impossibly perky. They glued them carefully to Bambi’s newly shaved chest.

“Look at that cleavage, babe,” one girl giggled. “She’s already the hottest pledge this year.”

A soft blush, off-the-shoulder sweater with delicate ribbing slid over her arms, clinging snugly to her figure and highlighting her new curves. A pale ruffled skirt, trimmed with layers of flirty fabric, hugged her hips and flared out teasingly when she shifted. One of the girls brushed out her silky blonde pigtails while another applied a glossy nude-pink lipstick that made her pout look irresistibly full.

When Bambi finally stood up—wobbling a little in pastel heels—the room erupted in applause.

“Welcome to Sigma Beta Beta, Bambi,” Amber whispered. “Our newest—and cutest—sister.”

Bambi giggled automatically, twirling a pigtail between her glossy nails. “Omigod, yayyy! I’m, like, sooo excited to finally be one of the girls!”