Lessons in Maidens' dealings (Monthly tale - 48)

(Woman into pussy)

All the male students in class 4-B reluctantly got up from their desks and began to walk out, some of them were grunting and complaining, openly annoyed.

“Okay guys, please leave in an orderly way!” Penny Berrycloth told them from her position behind her desk. “There’s no need to make a fuss!”

Miss Berrycloth was a tall, slim and stiff looking woman with a pointy nose and white skin. Her curly dark red hair was tied back in a ponytail, she was wearing half-moon glasses, a beige blouse with a dark skirt and dark tights with heels. An  infamously strict and no-nonsense teacher. She was stoic and very dry in her manner, she taught biology classes…

And sex education.

“Close the door Barry! And if any of you dare to take a single peek I will make sure that every one of you gets a month suspension so fast that your pants will drop on the spot!”

Barry, the last lad to leave the class, nodded, scared, and quickly closed the door.

The class was left without a single young man on sight, only the female students remained. Miss Berrycloth waited a moment, until the footsteps of the dozen or so male pupils was a distant echo down the high school's hallways.

“Good…” she cleared her throat. “Pay attention class!” she continued loudly. “I won’t beat around the bushes, you have all reached maturity of body and this is the end of your first college trimester, you are adults about to join the adult world, so it’s time for you, as women of all kinds, to learn a lesson in runic rules.” The teacher stepped out from behind her desk and walked to the front of the class, her firm steps that made her heels resound. “I’m sure some of you already know the topic of this lesson, the ones who are giggling sillily… Rita, cut that out right now…! The others are gonna be surprised by this, that’s precisely why it is so important you learn about this matter now, so you do not meet some… undesirable outcome later in life,” Miss Berrycloth stopped, her arms crossed behind her back. “Today you are all going to learn what a Maidens’ Deal is.”

Those last words were met with a soft outburst of whispers and chuckles from the young women, but the outburst ended instantly when Miss Berrycloth cleared her throat again.

“I will begin with an old fairy tale…” the teacher raised her finger. “Don’t laugh!”. That made it harder for the students with barely stifled giggles as Miss Berrycloth began to recite the old tale in her usual monotone. “Long, long ago, before history itself, in mankind's first city a queen ruled. Graceful and knowledgeable, her reign was one of prosperity, but even with all her power there was one thing she feared most: Time. Getting old was her bane and when a princess from another land, young and full of life, came to visit her city, envy made the good queen run away in shame and spite. Yet the princess, even if flawed, was graceful and kind, equal to the queen, and  in the queen’s chambers comforted her senior, dispelling her fears. From then on both women bonded well, both in public and in private. Growing close in love. Indeed, they got on so well that one day, as a self-mocking joke, the old queen suggested something utterly outrageous to the young princess that made them both burst into laughter. Then the princess, eager to not let her friend sulk, agreed to the silly suggestion. The deal was sealed. That moment of good-hearted sisterhood irredeemably changed their fates… a fate the old queen ultimately couldn’t escape or deny, a twisted lust that became the truth of her nature, desire forced her to crawl under the princess’ dress… to pass the rest of her days in her friend’s groin… and so the Maidens’ Deal became a rule…”

The conclusion of the tale didn’t leave anybody agasp, more with a mixture of confusion and boredom.

“Fairy tales are fairy tales,” Miss Berrycloth continued. “Stories with a purpose to entertain and to teach some lessons to the youth and as such they hold some truth. For this one the goal is to make you aware of the runic ruling of what is known as a Maidens’ Deal, which is…” the teacher froze for an instant, feeling the subtle rise of temperature in her cheeks. “Which is an agreement between an old woman and a young woman in which the older one permanently becomes the… genitalia… of the younger.”

That revelation was the one that caused an effect on the class. Incredulity, surprise and laughter as the female students began whispering to each other excitedly. Miss Berrycloth raised her voice.

“This is not a laughing matter!” the classroom chit-chat died away. “This is important sexual information, so don’t be immature. You have to learn the mechanics of this rule or you may be at risk of triggering the rule accidentally and ending up with someone trapped in your groin or, worse, you might find yourself as a vagina. That’s what’s at stake if you get the not-so-fun side of the ordeal: Forever trapped as a patch of flesh, a part of another person's body with barely any volition of your own. Does that degrading existence sound like a joke?”

The class remained silent… until the loud pop of a bubble-gum bubble coming from the back row of desks startled them.

“Sounds pretty joky, Miss!” chuckled Chloe Chavez, sucking back in her gum. “If some elderly ma’am is clumsy enough to accidentally become a pussy it sounds to me like she was kinda predisposed to it!”

There were a few nervous giggles. Chloe was a short woman with brown skin and short straight black hair, wearing long socks, short jeans and a shirt. She was as equally infamous as Miss Berrycloth around the halls, a notorious trouble maker and often a big mouthed bully.

Miss Berrycloth wasn’t impressed with the young woman’s bravado.

“I was certain that the perspective of being a pussy, as you said Chavez, would be very tempting for you, with your grades it might be the only worthwhile career path you have left. But, unlike you, most women are rather attached to their sense of personhood, so, until you find a pair of panties to live in, have some respect for your human peers and don’t interrupt the class, shall we?”

The teacher’s snark provoked a few more laughs than Chloe’s foolery had. The student leant back in her chair, chewing her gum, yet she didn’t lose either her smirk or attitude as Miss Berrycloth continued her exposition.

“It’s fundamental that you understand the mechanics of the rule. First, a Maidens’ Deal can only be closed with adult women who aren’t closely blood related, nor can they be pregnant and they have to have an age gap of roughly a decade between them.”

Miss Berrycloth went over to the blackboard and began to write down the basis, “some of the most important things for you to be safe,” she said. “That you must understand” the  students also began to take notes.

“I hope I don’t need to explain how, with such a wide spectrum of people, that precautions are always advised. Right now, you are in the age range where you are not in danger of becoming someone else's genitalia, but there are plenty of mature women you can put at risk and you shouldn’t forget that one day you will be old women too! You might think this isn’t a concern, but there’s more than a zero chance that some of you already have a family member who has met such a fate. Any aunt or cousin that you haven’t heard from in years? She may literally be inside some folk's pants.”

One of the students, with her face bright red, raised her arm.

“What happens to the women when they… they become… genitalia?” the girl asked shyly. “Do they… disappear?”

“No, you will not die if you become a vagina, but you will be confined to your new existence and that existence will be entirely tied to your owner. As you can guess there’s no more speech and your sight will be limited to glimpses of what your owner sees, mobility also gets reduced to some simple labial trembling. You will be sentient, but your world will be compressed to touch and taste. Your owner will be able to listen to your thoughts and you will be able to mentally talk to each other, but they can also just shut up and leave you in the void. It’s not that rare for former-women turned genitalia to completely delude themselves in their new status, ending up as little more than self-aware sex organs. By any measurement, legal or otherwise, you are not even property, but a body part of your owner and your purpose will be only to fulfil the biological vaginal functions.”

Another arm lifted, one nerdy girl with glasses asked her question in a detached and calm way, as if there wasn’t anything unusual about the topic.

“How exactly does a woman become a vagina? How do you trigger it?”

Miss Berrycloth draw a very accurate depiction of female sex organs on the blackboard as she answered.

“The answer is in the fairy tale too,” she said as she meticulously delineated the vulva. “An agreement, a deal, that is the basis of the rule and is what triggers the morphing-fusion event. The trickery is what seals such a deal can be hard to pinpoint. Even saying it as a joke can trigger the process. In general the mature woman has to claim that she wants to be a vagina or the young woman has to admit to wanting the mature lady to become her private area, once those claims are made, if the other party agrees the rule activates. They don’t even have to be physically together, there's reports of it triggering even by mail, as long as both parties understand… sharing the same true desire is enough.” the teacher finished her drawing, stared at it for a short moment. “Once the rule is set, a deep attraction, that has been defined as a sexual magnet, will compel both parties into intimate intercourse, growing exponentially stronger the more they wait and try to resist, eventually the mature woman will seek, whatever she truly wants or not, to make contact with her owner’s vaginal area, in particular she would be forced to make it lip-to-lip. Either her mouth or vaginal lips with the vaginal lips of her owner. After that contact the merging will take place, the whole mass of the mature woman will be absorbed and completely compress into the owners groin until all that’s left is the new vagina that will keep some vague traits of the former-woman, such as the same skin tone and hair colour for her pubes. If three or more people close a Maidens’ Deal at the same time the first lip-to-lip contact would overrule the others.”

Miss Berrycloth looked back at her class, ensuring she conveyed the seriousness of the lesson.

“The deal, as I already explained,” she continued. “Is permanent, for life from the moment of agreement. There’s no known way to stop it, nor to reverse or restore a former-woman. After the fusing, both the owner and the vagina become ineligible for future deals, their bonding granting them immunity even if they desired to close another.” she crossed her arms behind her back with the satisfaction of a job well done. “That’s an accurate summary of all the details, any other questions?”

Chloe raised her hand.

“I still don’t think I get it, Miss,” the student said. “Maybe you could give us a practical live demonstration? I volunteer to carry you around!”

The joke caused quite the laugh but Miss Berrycloth didn’t find it amusing.

“You are hilarious, Chavez, but I pity the woman that has to suffer the indignity of being your vagina. Any more jokes and I will kick you right back to kindergarten! Let’s stay on topic, open your books and take notes. I'm going to list a series of myths and ways to properly handle certain conversations so as not to accidentally trigger a deal. Myth number one: No, virginity doesn’t grant any sort of immunity…”

…

A couple of hours later the sky had turned orange and the female students were making a lot of noise as they got up and left the class.

“I want those summaries back on Monday!” Miss Berrycloth. “And remember, you don’t have to discuss any of this with men if it isn’t strictly necessary!”

The last student closed the door and the teacher was left alone in the classroom.

After rubbing her neck and sighed tiredly, Miss Berrycloth picked up her pen and began to fill in some reports. The noises outside the classroom gradually faded away as the students left the building in the pursuit of less scholarly goals. She was concentrating so hard that for a while she didn’t notice that she wasn’t truly alone until the loud pop of the bubble gum attracted her attention.

She raised her head and then frowned, annoyed.

“Uh, Chavez? What are you doing here?” asked the teacher.

Chloe Chavez had stayed behind, still sitting in the back row of the class, with her legs crossed on the desk, chewing gum with a devious smirk on her face.

“That was an awesome lecture, Miss!” she said. “Very enlightening, I am sure the girls loved it!”

Miss Berrycloth frowned.

“The class is over, Chavez, if you have any issues with the topic go and complain to the headmistress, I have no time for your humour, now, or ever.”

Chloe sat up straight, leaning forward over her desk in a very suggestive way.

“I’m not joking, Penny, can I call you Penny?”

“No, it’s Miss Berrycloth to you, thank you.”

“Cold! But truly, I mean it, it was a fantastic class… I just disagreed with the core thesis you presented.”

“Thesis?” the teacher snorted out a chuckle. “You don’t have to use smart words as if you knew what they meant to play smart, Chavez.”

“Hey, I can be knowledgeable about stuff I care about and I just happen to have a lot of interest in the topic of oldies retiring as cunts.”

There was a vibration across Miss Berrycloth’s skin, a chill, as if a line had been crossed, a red flag, a heart beat that told her to stop whatever was going on right there and then… but she didn’t…

She wasn’t going to let that bratty punk baffle her.

“You do?”

Chloe nodded.

“It’s fucking hot, ma’am!”

The teacher rolled her eyes.

“Of course that would be all a simpleton moron like you cares about.”

“But!” continued the student, raising a finger. “Not only that, as I said, your explanation was on-point, Penny, but your thesis is wrong and I can prove it!”

“Miss Berrycloth!” Penny answered, leaning back as she crossed her arms. “Fine, Chavez, amuse me for once, go on: Prove me wrong.”

Chloe tapped her desk enthusiastically.

“Okay! Ufff…! Focus…! See, everything you said about the technical and mechanical aspects of a Maidens’ Deal was correct, I’m not arguing there, but you are wrong about the most essential part of the rule.”

“Forget the flattery, just go to the point.”

“Oh, sure, sure. See, you present the merging of a mature lady with the genitalia of a young woman as something we should be scared of, something terrible, a danger, an utterly degrading humiliation. And I concede that there’s some truth to that, like, imagine a mature ma’am, just like… you…” Chloe pointed at the teacher, then she got up from her chair and began to move towards the front of the class. “An uppity, badass, dry-cold teacher, always with a popsicle up your ass. You have an image and if you happened to finally become a complete twat, my twat, what would people say? The gossip would have no end… BUT, that would be missing the pubic bush for the forest, don’t you think, Penny? If you happened to be a pussy why would you care what douchebags say? Those kind of idiots never know when to shut up, just look at me! That’s irrelevant for what’s at the core of a Maidens' Deal.”

Miss Berrycloth also got up from her chair and walked in front of her desk, crossing her arms with a smirk.

“You must really believe yourself smarter than me if you think I don’t see where you are going!”

Chloe reached the front row of the class and leaned against one of the desks.

“No thanks ma’am, the brainy dork nerd look wouldn’t fit me at all.”

“If I happened to be a vagina,” she smirked sharply, playing along. “Your vagina,” Penny added that in the most obviously mocking tone she was capable of conjuring… yet it was enough to finally dent Chloe’s facade, the girl’s heart missed a beat and her eyelids opened wide. “Of course I wouldn’t care what people say, I am just a sex-hole, that’s the point of your bravado, am I correct? But that point doesn’t change the fact that I would have to give up and renounce almost everything I am to lower myself into such a sorry state.”

The student's mouth opened and closed a few times, her face was burning.

“I… I… Heeeem… But you… are a sexy hole…” she shook her head as the teacher chuckled, then slapped her cheeks with both hands to recompose her thoughts. “What you are wrong about!” she said. “What I mean,” she continued. “Is that you are wrong in framing it as wholly negative, just the dirty, the lewd and the humiliation, ignoring what you would gain.”

“Gain? Please, Chavez, getting reduced to a vaginal slit with a bladder and a womb? There’s no gain from that exchange, that’s absurd! Do you think I would still be giving class from between your legs? What is there for me to gain?”

“You would never be alone ever again,” Chloe spoke seriously, even if her voice was trembling slightly. “A preoccupation free life of pure pleasure… That is why I mocked the idea of it happening accidentally, you said it yourself in the explanation: Sharing the same true desire. That’s the important part, it may be triggered by accident, or rather not entirely intentional, but it is never a mistake. A woman only becomes a vagina because she wants to, because she is… and she has found the crotch where she belongs… The queen was no queen, she was a cunt, the fairy tale is clear, it’s love that closes these deals. Sincere love… pure raw sexuality… Two parts becoming the whole they were always meant to be. Humiliating you say? Maybe, but who cares… You are always vulnerable when you admit your desires…”

Miss Berrycloth shook her shoulders.

“That’s… a mature, wonderful way to express… your opinion, Chavez, but it’s just that… an opinion.”

They stared directly at each other, looking directly into the others’ pupils.

Chloe Chavez gulped.

“Penny Berrycloth,” she carefully mumbled. “I want you to be my vagina… You are MY vagina!”

Tensely, they continued staring… but slowly a smile appeared on Miss Berrycloth’s lips and eventually she burst into laughter, clapping loudly.

“Fantastic, Chavez, lovely! Very freaking funny!” for some reason her voice had a quiver of anger. “You got to prank frigid Miss Berrycloth once again, are you recording it or something? Hilarious, really! I’m totally going to slip-tongue myself into your panties, you just wait. Now, can you leave me alone? This has become annoying, I knew I shouldn't humour you.”

“That’s not…”

“Do you know!” the teacher interrupted, raising her voice. “Do you know how many silly young women like you have asked me that? You are not clever, Chavez.”

Chloe twitched her lips, becoming annoyed herself.

“Actually, Penny.”

“Miss Berrycloth!”

“I have an hypothesis about just that too and I bet fuckin anything I’m correct about it too!”

Chloe began to unfasten her shorts.

“That would be a first for you!” the teacher replied snarkily. “What the heck are you doing?!”

Before Miss Berrycloth had finished her question Chloe had pulled down and kicked off her short pants.

“What? Are you scared?” the student teased, tantalisingly pulling the waist of her thong-panties that were covered with pictures of forest fruits. “Careful Penny, you are two bad words away from getting wrapped in this cloth… They are cotton, very soft. Bought them with the berries design because I was thinking of you…”

Miss Berrycloth crossed her arms firmly.

“Your tantrum doesn’t impress me, Chavez, you are not gonna get… get… gonna… HMPFF!”

The teacher was lost for words when Chloe just pulled down her panties without any further warning.

“I already made my intentions very clear,” she said, lifting her leg to slide off her underwear. “Shaved just for you, ma’am, your plump meaty pale and white flesh and your red pubes are mine and only mine.”

Panties in hand and bare bottomed Chloe sat at a disk, spread her legs, showing her nude crotch to her biology teacher. Like a wicked mermaid’s lure Penny’s eyes were captivated by the perfectly shaved clit of the young woman… it was small… tight…

It was…

A chill climbed her spine.

“Not impressed…” mumbled the teacher, her face was now as red as her hair.

“Wanna hear my hypothesis, Penny? How I know you are a dirty little liar and a cunt pretending to be an uptight woman?”

“You d-don’t know…”

“The reason!” interrupted Chloe raising her voice and opening her sex with two fingers. “Ngh… The reason you aren’t already fully a vagina, is because nobody has asked you to become one… until today…”

Penny shook her head.

“Nnn-No…” she gasped.

“Catch!”

Chloe threw the panties towards the teacher. Instantly, instinctively, Miss Berrycloth caught them in midair. She stood, eyes painfully wide, on the edge of tears, looking down at her hand squeezing that piece of fabric, her breath shook as she looked back at her own… student’s devilish smirk.

“No…” she begged.

“Sorry, ma’am, they are warm and wet, you turn me horny and nuts talking about how to make deals, it was crazy hot!”

Chloe giggled.

Miss Berrycloth broke forever.

Without any control or restraint she rubbed the moist panties against her face, dislodging her glasses, sniffing, even licking.

“FFffuuuc-ckk aahmmmmmmmmmmm cccccuuunnnnnt!”

Her moaning voice was a trembling unintelligible babble, her trembling knees crossed and she had to hold herself at her desk to stop herself from dropping to the floor as she came right there. Her eyes only opened again when her ears caught  Chloe’s sincerely relieved laughter again.

“I called it! You have never been Miss Berrycloth!” gleefully, she stood and began to walk towards the scared teacher. “You are Penny, Penny Pussy! My pussy!”

“Nonononononono!” repeated Penny Pussy, shaking her head.

She tossed away the panties as if they were made of fire and brimstone, but it was too late.

They both knew it.

Chloe cornered the mature woman against the desk, Penny backed away as much as she could, terrified of the girl’s naked crotch.

“Please, please…” she implored. “Let’s not… You can’t… To me… I-I can’t… Put your pants on and let’s just go… I will not… Hmmmmm! This is not fair!”

Extremely gently, Chloe removed Penny’s half-moon glasses, carefully closed them and hung them from the neck of her shirt. She followed that by grabbing Penny’s hot red face like you would grab a kitten.

“This is not fair…” repeated Penny in a weak voice.

After an instant of hesitation spent admiring the mature woman’s face, Chloe kissed her teacher. A perfectly profound passionate kiss in which both women were lost in each other as if they were already one. Their tongues tangled, their lips squished.

Any hope that the fractured image of Miss Berrycloth would hold back the tide were volatilized, melted away and consumed by Penny Pussy and Penny didn’t desire anything other than for that kiss to last forever.

Their lips separated, their tongues too.

The teacher realised the gum was now in her mouth.

She chewed it, berry flavour, of course.

Forehead against forehead, hearing each other breathing and heart.

“Don’t whimper like a bitch,” gasped Chloe. “You are my twat, my twat is strong, a strong baddas bitch…”

Penny chuckled once.

“Stupid dimwitted moron…” she whispered. “Where have you been all my life…?”

“Waiting for you.”

They kissed again, quickly, but equally fiery.

After their second tongue hug Chloe knelt down, as if she was going to ask for matrimony, instead she began to remove Penny’s shoes and Penny allowed it.

It was going to be the last time in her life that she removed any clothing that wasn’t underwear.

The thrill made her pussy clench.

“When I was young and learned about the deals,” Penny explained. “I dreamt about getting my own former-woman genitals… It turned me on… It was maddening, I couldn’t think of anything else… but I was a coward, such a sad coward, I never had the guts to ask anybody… I didn’t deserve to dare such a thing…”

With the shoes off, Chloe began to climb the stockinged long legs of her former-teacher, pressing with the tips of her fingers, leaving some kisses on her way up.

“That’s how you realised you were cunt?”

“Y-Yes, that’s…” she gulped. “That's how I learnt I am spineless like a vagina…”

“Now you are mine.”

“C-Chavez…!”

Chloe’s head disappeared inside the teacher's dark skirt, soon afterwards the ma’am’s panties were rolled down around her knees… and her tongue penetrated…

“CHAVEZ!”

Bending her back, Penny’s butt climbed on top of the desk, her legs spread as her lover explored the depths of her sex. Another wave of orgasm flipped through with  pleasure the soon-to-be-cunt woman.

Her skirt zip was lowered, the piece of fabric removed. Still on her knees Chloe toyed with the teacher’s long legs, fondling, raising them. With a slow sensual pull she took off her tights and began to massage her feet, pressing and tangling her fingers in with the toes.

“I worship you, Penny Berrycloth…” the young woman whispered.

“P-Pussy…” the mature woman mumbled, looking down. “Penny Pussy…”

Chloe smiled up.

She removed the other leg of the tights, the lacey panties. Chloe passed her hand across Penny’s nude crotch, brushing her bushy pubes.

“They say that the pubes of vaginas like you always go grey before their owners… I will make sure to dye yours if that happens, pure red, always red.”

Penny laughed and rubbed her lover’s head.

“I guess I appreciate the gesture, but it’s your fault for wanting an old twat!”

Chloe got up and grabbed the teacher’s rear, squeezing her buttocks, forcing her close, face to face. The friction of their skins, the synch of their heartbeats.

Another kiss.

“I wasn’t kidding either when I asked for a demonstration…” she said as she grabbed Penny’s hands to remove a couple of rings and an expensive watch. “I wanted to do it in front of the class, the whole world… I wanted them to see your cunt-fication, that you belong to me and only me…”

“Cunt-fication, goddess!” chuckled Penny as she fastened the watch around Chloe’s wrist and also put the rings on her fingers. “You really are the end of me, you bratty punk.”

Buttons flew, her blouse was torn open, soon joining the other clothes all over the classroom floor. Chloe bit the lacey bra, snarling like a horny dog, until it snapped, whilst Chloe was doing that, Penny calmly removed her earrings and left them on the desk.

Her bra came off, breasts bounced, unrestrained, veiny, pale, thick hard nipples. Chloe lost herself in the softness of that bust, licking and sucking.

The last piece, the hair tie, they removed it together, with their hands one on top of the other. Red hair flowed.

Chloe took a step back.

Penny shook her head, completely nude, free of any shame, wearing only her burning desire.

“Well, you wanted it?” with a soft smile she opened her arms and spun around to showcase the glorious goods of her mature nudity. “This is all there is, nothing else, pretty disappointing I guess…”

Chloe was covering her mouth with one hand, incapable of taking her eyes away from that long dreamed sign that was now so close for her to take.

“You are a goddess…” she gasped, as she put her hands together, praying. “Please be my pussy, please be my pussy, please be my pussy!” she cried.

Penny cocked her head.

“A goddess?” she said… before going on the offensive…

Barefooted, she moved towards Chloe, pushing the short girl up  against one of the desks. When she had her where she wanted her, she lifted one of Chloe’s legs.

“Miss Berrycloth!” gulped Chloe.

“You snotty brat! Do you believe you own me just because you're gonna make me live down here!” Penny stabbed Chloe’s pussy with a pair of fingers that began to twist and turn, fingering the girl, making her move backwards and bite her lips. “Right there? That’s where you think I belong, don’t you? All I’m good for? Stupid girl, I am the one that owns you! I am your sex drive! Your desire! Worship your cunt!”

“Yesshhh! YEEE-EES! I worship on my kneeeeeshhhhh!”

The student bent and squirted herself over the teacher’s hand. Penny hugged her so she didn’t fall backward, Chloe rested her head on her shoulder. They embraced each other.

“Let’s do it…” Chloe whispered into the ear without opening her eyes. “Do you want to go in head or tail first?”

“Head,” Penny mumbled, then she opened her eyes, pulling backwards nervously with her hands over her face. “No, rear! Rear first… No? Is that better? I… Why do you ask such stupid questions?!”

Chloe chuckled and hugged Penny again.

“Cause you are a teacher, you dumb twat,” she gently slid Penny’s red hair behind her ears, then she put her half-moon glasses on her face.

A kiss followed, this time a tender one without tongues.

Grabbing Penny’s wrists, Chloe led her back to the teacher’s desk. The student made the teacher put her hands on the desk, looking forward. In front of her Penny saw that perfect vagina she had drawn on the chalkboard a few hours ago, her heart, already racing at top speed, raced even faster as she realised that soon she would not have hands any more… her nails scratched the table when Chloe spreads her legs… or any other limbs for that matter…

Chloe held Penny by the hips, fondling them.

“Ready?” she asked.

Penny’s lips were close - very, very tight, she was holding her breath, shivering, incredibly aware of every last fibre on her body. Her glasses fogged.

The clarity of standing on the edge.

Was she really going to do it?

She considered herself a rational person, demur, professional, could she truly renounce of her own accord, renounce all of that, to everything, even her own persona to fill the lowly role of being another person’s genitalia?

The pussy of her worst and, allegedly, most hated student no less.

What were people going to say when they found out? There was no doubt in her mind, she knew Chloe all too well. Her owner, the one that had rightfully claimed here, wasn’t going to be shy or discreet, she would proudly boast about her new vagina, most likely she would even show her around.

She would hate it, of course, but she was giving up any say in the matter.

When the world learnt how absolutely and irredeemably degraded the prudish and strict Miss Berrycloth  become in her own accord for lust.

That she was just a gaping sex hole…

Her mouth was full of saliva…

Why should a pussy like her care about what the world thinks?

The line in the sand, the one she had drawn herself, if it ever existed, had already been crossed and erased by a dozen orgasms. She had given up her authority, she was fully nude in her own classroom, already held by the ass and bent down by her owner.

Her eyes were fixated on the chalk drawing of the vagina.

The line had already been crossed and she couldn’t go back.

She didn’t want to.

Smirk.

“Chloe Chavez, you’d better make sure to take good care of me,” gulp. “Because I am nothing more than YOUR dumb meaty cunt…!”

A silent flash of lightning crackled in a cloudless noon sky.

A heavy weight filled the women’s chests, forever linking them both.

The deal had been closed.

Penny gasped and put a hand on her naked chest.

Fascination, shock, excitement, disbelief… a tiny bit of fear…

“Chloe! Did you feel that? You MUST have felt that too!” she said. “Goddess, we did it, we have genuinely made a Maidens’ Deal! This is incredible I aaAAHHHHH!”

With impish malice and perhaps a slightly treacherous will, Chloe could not resist what she had wanted for so long any more. With her crotch she gave a single powerful thrust towards her teacher’s mature rear… and pussy met pussy…

Lip-to-lip.

And they would never again separate.

“YEAAAAAAAAAAH! LET’S HMMMMM GGGGGOOOOO!” shouted the young woman.

That single motion was the connecting point of the deal.

Their vaginas sucked each other as if they were kissing, a suction that stretched the sensitive skin, followed by a merging into a single being. Gradually the teacher’s buttocks sunk into the student’s crotch.

“AHHHHHH! Ahhhhhhhh!” moaned Penny, electrified by the changes. “Chloe, Chloe…!”

“We did it, Miss Berrycloth! You are already on your way to AUCH! Why are you hitting me, twat?!”

Penny had none-too softly smacked Chloe's tits.

“You idiot! You brute! Why did you have to do it so harshly?! We could have… done it slowly, savouring the pull…! It’s a once in a lifetime experience, you buffoon!”

Chloe chuckled.

“This couldn’t be any more perfect, Miss Pussy!” she grabbed Penny’s chin. “Don’t you forget I am the owner, I set the pace.”

Penny shook her head, smiling.

“I truly am the cunt of a moron!”

“A cunt’s cunt you could say!”

“Shut up!”

They kissed a few times in a row, meanwhile Penny’s pubic hair fell as the entirety of her rear disappeared inside Chloe’s nethers. Their pelvic bones becoming one.

“OOOOOOOOH! This is way better than anything I could have conceived!” Penny cried with her tongue out. “So intense…!”

She dropped forward over her desk, paper and pens were sent flying. Her legs lifted up, her feet ended on Chloe’s thighs, sliding down and fusing until they were connected to the young woman’s knees.

“W-Wait…!” grunted Chloe, grabbing the teacher by her belly. “This… Too quick, you… Too heavy…! WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

Balance was hard in their state.

The singular entity they have already become fell backwards as they both shouted with surprise. Chloe took most of the force against the floor on her back, but they both felt it equally.

With Penny’s upper body attached to her hips she lay down on the floor.

“Did you call me fat?” asked Penny with her arms crossed below her boobs.

“Yeah…” gasped Chloe. “A fat horny twat, that’s what you are!”

Penny checked the state of her almost gone legs. Where her ankle should be Chloe’s thigh began, no trace was left of her feet. Unsure, Penny pushed down her leg, causing sexual sparks as the limb fully disappeared inside her student’s flesh.

Chills shook her spine.

It was like seeing a blurry picture, some clumsy photographer had taken a shot of a naked Penny and somehow superimposed Chloe on top of it and the mistake was being fixed by focusing one form on the other, erasing Penny… until only Chloe remained…

A pinch of fear hit the mature woman’s brain.

“There'll be nothing left of me…” she mumbled with trembling voice.

Chloe hurried to tenderly hug Penny from behind.

“You are everything,” she reassured confidently.

That was enough to dispel the teacher's worries and get her back to embracing her lover and her chosen luck.

“We don't have many kisses left…” Chloe mumbled. “Maybe I should go and learn yoga to be flexible enough…”

“You idiot, you want to bend to lick your own pussy…?”

Stretching their arms they held hands together, intertwining their fingers.

“You know,” giggled Chloe. “Having a dork’s brain in my crotch sure is going to help my grades!”

“You can get that idea out of your head, brat! I’m not gonna help you cheat, you’re gonna begin to work hard,” their fingers fused. “I’m gonna make sure of that, you aren’t getting rid of me ever again.”

“That’s the idea.”

Penny pulled, in a blink her hand was left behind, completely merged with Chloe’s hand, the student’s nails sharpened and elongated, while Penny’s arm now ended in a perfectly smooth stump that was quickly shrinking. She looked at her other hand, her fingers shrinking into the palm.

“C-Chavez…” gasped the teacher. “I think it’s accelerating, oh, fffffuckkk!”

She suddenly slipped between Chloe's arms, her mass burnt or absorbed by her owner as she headed towards her final destination. Chloe spread her legs and without taking her eyes from the amazing event reached for her shorts that were down near the floor.

Her arms were soon gone, Penny was a torso of barely half of its original size.

“CHAVEZ! Chavez! You are cunt-sssssssssummming meeeeeeeh!” unusable bones dissolved into a healthy amount of extra calcium. “GggghGGOOOOOOODD! CHAVEZ YOU… You asshole!” she noticed the phone above her head. “Don’t film it!”

Chloe chuckled.

“Don’t fuss, puss, I just wanna immortalise the moment!” she said, making a peace sign for the camera.

“If you show it to anybody I swear… I will give you give you an early menopause!”

“You can’t stop me, Penny Pussy!”

“I hate you!”

“Love you!”

“Asshole!”

“Cunt-face!”

Penny hit Chloe’s waist with her shoulder, the sucking sensation dragged her down further, she attempted to stretch her neck, but it was no use. A final tug left her as nothing else other than a head and a pair of tits between Chloe’s legs.

She noticed a change of taste in her mouth, the shrinking of her teeth with her tongue.

“This… This is it! Shit, shit, shit…!” her voice was becoming a gurgle, distant.

“Shhh, don’t panic, enjoy the magic.”

From her very humble position Penny stared up at the camera.

“Look at me, this mockery… You still think there’s any grace in this?”

“Am I wrong?”

Penny smiled.

“No, no you aren’t. You were right, this is all I ever wanted! I AM VAGINA! I wouldn’t change it forgggnnnn anaaaaaAAAAAAH!”

“HMGGGH I FEEL IT TOO!”

“I heard you, insidehmmmph! You heard me?”

“I DOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Thousands of new nerve joints were made, crushing them with an almost unbearable bliss. The pair convulsed, laughing sillily, as Penny’s brain was diluted, extended, repurposed, the totality of her mind rewired and fixed into it’s new task of being genitalia, including the most pleasurable one.

Aware of every single pore and muscle.

“Aaaah! Yes! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

Penny’s deflated tits slid further down, adding their fat to Chloe’s ass.

Reduced to a face in a crotch, her blushed curly hair curled even more, diminishing until it was only a pubic patch that covered even her eyebrows.

“M-Miss Berrycloth…!” moaned Chloe.

“Chavezzzz am goiiiiing!”

“I’m with you!”

With one finger she held Penny’s glasses in place while the other finger entered her mouth. Penny tangled her tongue around the finger and sucked as it explored the oral cavity.

Chloe found tender flesh, no teeth or harm, just a true sex hole.

It already felt exactly like her vagina.

“I’M WITH YOU!”

“Gaaaaaaggg! JHAAA! GGGGGAAAAAAAA!”

The teacher’s mouth stretched vertically around the fingering finger, splitting open.

Lips swelled, wrinkly and fleshy, the nostrils closed and the nose reddened into a shivering clit. Wet, squishy, soft… Penny’s eyes rolled - blank, she closed them, certain they would not open again…

She got lost in the sexual void.

Her tongue lost grip of the finger, recoiling into nothing.

Miss Berrycloth was a vagina.

The gaping cunt opened it’s lips, the last stroke of her voice a wheezing gasp.

“Cha-Chavzzzzzz Pennny Pusssss… Pennnn pussshhhssss…”

Chloe bent back with the orgasm, clenching her new vagina for the first time, a curl of red hair grew in the front of her hairline.

“Hmmmmm!”

There were a few final twitches, muscles convulsed, it squirted, then stopped, drooling, motionless.

The glasses fell.

The deal had been concluded.

The silence in the class was interrupted only by Chloe’s heavy breathing. She was staring up at the ceiling, it took her a while before she dared to look down and see it.

Her crotch had become paler than the surrounding area, her tired pussy now plumper, a meaty pink, a prominent clit and a healthy pubic bush of red curls. The emotion was making Chloe tremble, she put her palm on top of the bush and petted it… with two fingers she walked around the area…

A giggle of joy.

“Penny Pussy!” she gloated. “We did it!”

She shoved a finger back inside the vagina, it was warm and moist, it was hers and only hers… she touched something, her eyes opened, then another giggle…

From inside her cunt she pulled the bubble gum and put it in her mouth.

The young woman took a picture of her groin.

“Barry’s brain is going to explode!” she said with wicked intent, then she stretched her arms. “Hmmmmmmmmm! Better go home now, I guess…”

Chloe got up, the weight in her sex pulsating pleasurably. Scattered around the front of the class were the belongings of the missing teacher. First she picked the glasses and put them on.

She checked her reflection in her phone.

“New pussy, new look!” she said happily.

After another inspection of the surroundings she found her underwear, but they were quite dirty so she got a better idea. Kicking away a blouse she found what she needed: Miss Berrycloth’s black lacy panties.

Like a goblin she picked them up, fit her legs in and pulled them up to her waist, as much as she could, rubbing her vagina against the fabric, laughing maniacally. She let go of their waist, causing a loud slapping sound.

“I know, I know, I’m an idiot…” she said. “But you knew that!” picking up a piece of chalk she wrote the teachers name on the chalkboard with an arrow pointing to the drawing of the vagina.

After all that silliness she grabbed the teacher’s purse, her shorts and, not needing anything else, moved to the door. She stopped for a moment, looked back at the class… tomorrow Miss Berrycloth wasn’t going to be behind the desk…

She felt a pair of breasts against her back.

Arms wrapped around her neck.

Penny’s naked ghostly presence floating right behind her.

“You could have cleaned up the class a bit, you lazy brat!” the former-woman whispered in her owner’s ears.

Chloe shrugged.

“I want them to see the mess you left behind…”

A chuckle and yawn echoed in her mind.

“We should take a shower…” mumbled the teacher, fading back inside the panties where she belonged. “I’m quite tired, gonna take a nap…”

Chloe’s pussy twitched, she smirked.

“Sure, get some rest,” answered the student, walking away, leaving the door open. “I will wake you when we are under the hot water!”