(L)acing the exam sample

Jessie was queen bee of the local college campus. The uncontested girl in the eyes of every single boy on campus, that is except for a certain studious student who had more concerns in mind than hoping for a futile match with the hottest broad in school…and when you looked at it from afar, it was understandable why this man held zero interest at all in Jessie's allure.

While the ditzy airhead was more concerned with putting on shows both in and out of her profession as head of the cheerleaders club, Josh was happy with his lot in life; playing games and reading comics when he wasn't busy studying for upcoming exams and working hard to ace projects. And where Jessie remained arrogant and narcissistic, Josh held a patience and understanding for almost everyone he met, quick to make friends and help others, he was the direct opposite of Jessie. From their looks right down to personality, the two couldn't be any further apart with the only thing that they had in common being the courses they, or rather Josh, studied in.

Ordinarily, a young gal like Jessie would run into a wall sooner or later. After having spent years sleeping around with random boys that caught her fancy and not taking her education seriously, she was bound to eventually reach a point where the threat of expulsion and other serious consequences would shake her back to reality in the hopes that maybe, just maybe it wasn't too late to turn things around.

But no such hope would come for the unfeeling Jessie, no salvation in purifying her vindictive streak or righting her twisted outlook on life where everything and everyone was supposed to suck up to her. To her, life was a game. And as long as she had her looks and wonderful voice, nothing could hold her back…not when she had exceptionally powerful individuals at her beck and call. Not those who commanded vast riches but rather, the arcane forces of witchcraft and alchemy.

Sharing in her tormented world view was her aunt, while barely around in the home, had made sure to lend her dearest Jessie the tool that would help her through life should she ever find a need for it. And thanks to a lack of supervision and proper training, said tool had become the spoiled boat's crutch in life. But what was this powerful tool that enabled what should've been a highschool dropout to prosper all the way into college?

A spellbook, one containing some of the most powerful and twisted spells known to practitioners of the art. It could subvert wills, change people and even manipulate reality to some extent. But thankfully for the rest of the world, Jessie lacked the means and experience to cast such powerful magics, preferring to stick to simple hexes that would render their victims trapped in whatever forms she so desired. It was one of the simplest spells to cast and quickly became Jessie's favorite. But with a warning from her aunt to never be caught using such spells in public, her antics were few and far between. Made even more rare once the vapid girl had come of age and was instantly roped into the vices and carnal pleasures of lovemaking.

As for how she managed to maintain her place in educational institutes despite her terrible knowledge base, it was all thanks to her aunt's unintentional book of cheats that the precocious brat had managed to stay the course without floundering. If she needed to ace a critical exam, then all she needed was to have one of the smartest boys in school do it for her, and when faced with her allure and promises to be with her, it was all too simple to wrap them around her fingers, ready to do her bidding. But that still didn't answer the 'how' behind it all.

With midterms coming up soon however, the methodology behind Jessie's sinister trick would soon be revealed to a certain classmate of hers with the brainpower she needed to become the ace in the hole she so desperately needed if she wanted to pass her exams. Normally she would've looked for someone more…tame….but when Josh seemed to be the only one in their course with a surefire chance of passing the exam (and definitely not because all other options had mysteriously vanished…), her options were limited to one single person. She knew she stood no chance in hell of passing this without Josh's 'assistance', and while she was a dull bellend who knew more about the myriad sex positions created by the wild denizens of the Internet, there remained a level of tact and cunning in the minx.

And so, a week before the exams were set to begin, Jessie was ready to hatch the plan she had been going over for days after getting her boy toys to scout out Josh's daily routine, hiding in wait near one of the locker rooms the oblivious nerd always walked by on his way to the cafeteria.

All it took was for a ring of the phone from one of her 'agents' before a strong yet slender pair of arms bursts forth from the locker room, grabbing ahold of a bewildered Josh before he could say anything and retracting back inside just as fast as they had emerged with their prey safely contained in their grip.

That was the last time anyone on campus would ever see or hear from the Engineering student ever again…

“W-Wait! Please d-don’t hurt me! If it’s money you want then take it! Please!”

It was a pathetic sight to see Josh in the instant he had come to his senses enough to realize he had been dragged inside the boys locker room. He had heard of thugs making the rounds extorting money from the helpless but never actually believed in it much less expected himself to fall victim to one such case after not hearing or seeing a pip of it across the campus. But now here he was, cornered and trapped after being roughly grabbed by the collar before being shoved inside a place where no one could find him.

By the time the doors slammed shut and footsteps began to approach him, a defenseless Josh could do nothing but flail his arms in panic against the burly jocks he was expecting to come at him with their fists bared.

Except no bully worth their weight would be cackling madly in the high pitched voice of a villainous songstress, nor would they be about his height with a well endowed body that seemed more suited to be on the front page of a gravure magazine. With long flowing locks of auburn hair done up to appear asymmetrical framing a very familiar face, it didn't take long for Josh to drop his guard and wonder what the number one girl on campus was doing in front of him with a sneer on her face.

"Hold on a sec…Jessie? What…you…what're you doing in the boy's locker room?"

"Y'know for a man, you're as much of a wimp as you look Josh! I knew you were a total pussy, but seriously?! Throwing you around was totes easy!"

As embarrassing as it was to realize he essentially had been manhandled by a girl, Josh wanted nothing more than to get out of there. He didn't want anything to do with a harlot with a reputation as bad as Jessie's. From what he heard of her, she was a calculating woman who forced her will upon everyone else. And when she needed favors done, one of her many fans would rush forth to answer the call of their queen. While he couldn't deny she looked amazing, the filth beneath it all was enough for him to distance himself from his fellow classmate. Figuring she would never look upon him favorably, Josh was confident he wouldn't get himself entangled in whatever naughty business Jessie usually busied herself with…until now that is.

But why would she bother to seek him out? What could he possibly have that would grab her attention so hard as to personally lay an ambush for him? Whatever the reasoning was, Josh had no intent of figuring it out.

Try as he might to leave however, Jessie seemed one step ahead of him. Allowing Josh to pass her by before the unfortunate man realizes he's trapped when the door knob refuses to budge against his attempts to forcefully twist it open. An effort that only serves to send Jessie into another fit of laughter, cementing the fact that he was well and truly trapped into Josh's mind as she sighs in defeat before turning to face his triumphant captor.

"Quit trying to run dweeb! So long as my lovely boys hold their ground, you'll find that all the exits are sealed until I give the say so! Why so eager to run anyway? Aren't you interested in lil ol me?"

"You know I've got more important things to worry about than you right? I mean…sure, you're sexy and all but…you're far from being my type of girl!"

"Yeah, yeah. Quit it with the high and mighty talk when you were just squealing like a bitch…I've heard that shitty nerd speech a hundred times now…anyway~ I've brought you here today cuz I need your help."

Raising a brow at that, Josh shifts uncomfortably as he moves his weight from foot to foot, unsure of how he should be feeling on the matter. Jessie needed help? From the likes of him? He didn't have the strength nor the looks to cater to her personal lusts so the only options left were academic ones…typical.

But this was also an opportune moment he couldn't let go of to bite back against the condescending bitch, Josh takes a firm step forward to cement his unwavering boldness to stand against Jessie, broadening his shoulders while puffing his chest out. If she thought she could have her way with him without resistance then she was sorely mistaken.

"What help? Oh, lemme guess…you were too busy sucking off the football team again to actually study? Yeah, serves you right! What makes you think someone like me would help you anyway? All you do is backpack others and…wait, what're you doing?!"

At some point during Josh's furious tirade, Jessie's attention had drifted, and then from there, a sigh escaped her lips before she began to get to work. Eager to shut the angry nerd up, the salacious girl moves to unbutton the clasps holding her skirt together before letting the pleated fabric slide down her long shapely legs, showing off plump creamy thighs covered in slick, smooth skin. And in between those gelatinous pillars laid a sight many men had already graced their eyes with at some point or another after meeting Jessie; lace pink panties that showed their age from how stretched and taut the lining had become alongside the way it presses into the young woman's foul taint easily; showcasing the curves of her thick labia and the indents of her used folds leading up to an itching clitoris. The effects of which were already proving more than effective by the tent Josh was pitching in his pants and the intense blush on his face, eliciting a giggle from Jessie as her scorn for the man only intensifies further.

'Heh! Virgins are an absolute piece of cake to nab! Show em a little of the fun stuff and they can't stop drooling~'

With Josh's wide eyes enraptured by the slow reverse rise of the curtain that were Jessie's panties, the bold lady knew she had the man in her grasp, dumbstruck and oblivious to the trap she had prepared for him as she prods at her snatch with a purposeful finger, forcing out a fresh load of precum that stains the material while masking her moans with a low hum, an enchantment she had memorized by heart; the words that enabled her to cast her favorite hex, the reason behind her less than legitimate scores in tests and exams.

In one single maneuver only made possible by one with complete mastery over every last inch of their own body, Jessie spins on her heel while bouncing off the floor in one solid push off her feet, unlatching her old panties from around her girthy hips before shooting each leg through the holes undisturbed one after another in a smooth motion that suggested practice, gyrating her hips to the side so her panties come off without ever touching the rest of her legs.

By the time her shoes hit the floor, Jessie had already sent the impromptu projectile spinning in her fingers flying toward Josh's face, catching him square in the eyes and nose, sending him reeling backward in disgust as he snaps out of his blissful stupor and into a fit of rage.

“The fuck is wrong with you? Is this, oh god, it’s wet! You goddamn animal! You can seriously forget about getting any help!"

“You absolute idiot! Did you actually think for a sec that I was asking for your help?.get real!"

"Fuck off Jessie! Once I get this crap off my face I'll…wait…where'd it go? I can't feel my…what did you do to me?!"

"And now the fun begins~ Make sure you refit my undies good alright?! I can't wait to try you on~"

By now Josh was in full panic mode after the fluffy pink fabric in his hands had begun to fade away, slipping out of his grip like putty before his fingers followed suit, blending into the writhing mass that were supposed to be Jessie's panties. He had expected to pull the rank smelling thing off of his face in one fell swoop, but after meeting some resistance until eventually being left unable to pry his own hands away from his distorted face, adrenaline was in complete free flow now, barely hearing a word of Jessie's taunts as he stands there in the middle of the locker room grasping madly at his own face in an attempt to rid his being of the foreign invader, elbows flailing like some mangled mannequin all while his hands continue to shrink away beneath his thick jacket as the once solid flesh and bone holding his meatsuit together unwinds into more of the inanimate pink threads that made up Jessie's perverse article of clothing. Assimilated into the roiling mass that resembled an angry jellyfish more than a simple pair of weathered panties.

Refit? Wear me? These words from Jessie's smug lips had been enough for Josh to realize what was happening to him, but before he could utter another word, his mouth stiffens up before filling in with something soft that tasted like paper. It was a repetitious maneuver that made him want to throw up his guts, but try as he might, nothing could come through besides muffled chokes and groans, terrified and blinded, Josh was spared the sight of his face steadily losing definition beneath the pseudo mask; eye sockets going gaunt then sealing shut, a broad nose crushed inward with cartilage turning into brand new fluid resistant padding, chin and jugular outlines rounding out to complete a round, bloated shape and last but not least, his open mouth frozen open mid shout as a pink tendril lashes out of the open hole, whipping around in the air before retreating back inside, forcing Josh's balloon like head to jerk backward while his throat bulges with the excess mass, turning pink and smooth as body hair pops free off their pores wherever the pink wave spreads like tiny black missiles…but without a throat to funnel air through and his vocal folds vanished, there wasn't way for Josh to make a sound. Rendered blind, deaf and mute, trapped in complete darkness while only being able to feel the rest of his body continue to distort and change. Just like all the other victims that had fallen to Jessie's perverse cravings…

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