The teacher that ate homework (Monthly tale - 43)

(Teacher into bitch)

Edna S. Wallace.

Miss S to her students.

For over twenty five years she had been the upper grade literature teacher at the Daniel McIntyre Collegiate in the City of Winnipeg, Manitoba.

Dozens of classes and hundreds of students had received her tutelage in those years in a similar way to how time had passed her by. Once upon a time she was a vibrant, optimistic and professionally involved young woman who had arrived in Winnipeg full of dreams, but who had gradually lost most of her youthful brightness until it became a surly, grumpy and jaded glimmer hidden beneath a ton of snark.

Usually she wore a long skirt with a wool jacket and a blouse, along with flat comfy shoes. White skinned, with curly shoulder length auburn hair and a prominent round nose, dark eyes with bags below them. While her young self had long ago become an echo, Miss S retained an attractiveness in her age, something she had no shame about.

A good pair of not-too-saggy breasts topped large nipples and wide hips with a fantastic rear, the mature teacher had become the kinky fantasy of many young lads, and more than a few young ladies.

Rumors often roamed around the hallways, quite exaggerated ones, about Miss S’s promiscuity and lasciviousness. Rumors about a set of pictures of her undressing provocatively or about that time she was caught in the janitor’s closet having sex with school board’s supervisor. Rumors that greatly annoyed Edna and which her authoritative presence had always been enough to make the talk die away.

But there was one opinion that was shared between many that came to know Edna S. Wallace as a woman, from students, to coworkers, to parents and ex-lovers.

That she was an absolute bitch.

It was something that also annoyed her no end, but the mature literature teacher had no way of knowing that a twisted turn of luck and her own hubris would make those accusations pass from an insult to literally her existence.

It happened on a Monday, it couldn’t have been any other day, Miss S hated Mondays.

A Monday in the first week of November, near to the end of the first hour of class, when one of Edna’s students, a young man named Adriel, walked to the front of the class after being called by name, put his book on the teacher’s desk and then said that so very cliched phrase.

“My dog ate my homework.”

There was a moment of silence, followed by a an outburst of laughter, but neither Miss S, nor Adriel, laughed.

The teacher affixed the guy with her coldest glare.

“What did you say?” she asked, very slowly, and the tone of her voice was enough to kill the noise made by the rest of the class on the spot.

Adriel gulped.

“That... My dog... he came into my room when I was out... and ate my homework!” the student raised his hands as if he was pleading to a bloodthirsty goddess. “I know how it sounds, but I swear it is the truth! My dog ate the homework!”

He was clearly panicking, but repeating the phrase only made Miss S grow angrier.

If it had been any other student trying to pull that stunt the situation would most likely not have escalated so much or so rapidly. Miss S would almost certainly get the student kicked out of class for at least an entire semester, of course, but it wouldn’t have progressed beyond that.

But Edna wasn’t just angry, but hurt as well, by what she considered a stupid lie from a lad she liked. Adriel wasn’t her best student, not by a long way, because she had grown fond of the young man. She knew he was good, that he put in effort despite his failing grades and being no stranger to getting bullied and she chose to put effort back into him.

Miss S had given him some extra lessons and attention.

She had cared and once again had been shown the lesson that she had resigned herself to learning so many times in the past: That she shouldn’t care.

She shouldn’t care… because a dog ate the homework...

There was also the aggravation of the coffee machine in the staffroom having broken and that she had forgotten to buy cigarettes when she ran out of them. Anger, emotional pain, a lack of nicotine and caffeine… the perfect mix for her damnation…

The smirk that appeared on Miss S’ lips as she rose from her chair made Adriel gulp.

“Are you telling me that your dog ate your homework?” she asked.

Adriel nodded.

“Yes… I know it sounds ridiculous…”

“Oh, you think so?” the teacher chuckled maliciously. “Does it sound ridiculous that the oldest, most moronic and obvious lie in classroom history just happens to be true in your particular and very specific case?”

“I… I know…”

“Your dumb dog just sneaked into your room and decided to eat all your hard work the day before you had to hand it in?”

“Yeah…”

“Swear it.”

“I already…”

Miss S slammed her hand down on the textbook that the student had left on her desk.

“Swear it!”

“I swear it!” Adriel cried. “I swear it's the truth!”

The teacher narrowed her eyes and leaned forward across the desk, the student seemed to shrink under her glare.

“Then here’s the deal, Adriel, one week,” she raised a finger. “I give you one more week to re-do the work and deliver it next monday,” the woman pierced Adriel with her stare. “And if you haven't lied and manage to finish the homework…” Miss S leaned even closer… and said it… “This time I will be the stupid old bitch that eats it!”

Edna S. Wallace didn’t raise her voice as she spoke those words and yet a tense silence took hold of the whole class.

“Understood?!” she asked the student, breaking the silence.

Adriel nodded eagerly.

“Yes, understood!”

For a flicker of an instant a tingle zapped Miss S’ fingers, which were still on the book, quickly tickling her whole palm, climbing her arm and passed to every corner of her body like a wave.

She felt it in her brain, stiffening her nipples, making her heart beat hard once, clenching her vagina… but after blinking she didn’t pay it much more attention…

Miss S gave the book back to the student.

“Go and sit,” she ordered, dry and annoyed.

Adriel nodded, after picking the book from the teacher’s hand he proceeded to half-run back to his seat surrounded by the muted giggling of his peers. Edna put her rear back down on her chair, and took a few seconds to stare at her still tingling palm.

She blinked, shook her head, closed her hand.

There was a class to finish and a whole day of work ahead of her, she didn’t have time for silly distractions… Yet the odd feeling persisted, for the rest of the day and the rest of the week, like a weighty shroud imposed on her shoulders… that lasted until it was too late for her to escape the fate she had set in motion…

For the rest of that period of time, the last she would have as a woman, that feeling accompanied her as a constant itching in the back of her mind. An ever present omen of what awaited her, but she wasn’t capable of seeing that blurry picture yet, which only cranked up both her annoyance and frustration.

Her libido ramped up as if she was twenty years younger, from the first night of that first night her collection of phallic sex toys were put back into full duty. Horny, but not able to find full catharsis, angry, but not able to understand what bothered her.

Slowly her self-control degraded at the same pace that her sense of self cracked.

Thoughts, feelings, dreams - dreams that made her wake up damp with sweat despite sleeping totally naked. Miss S was well aware that something was coming and that she would be completely impotent in the face of it.

One day, dizziness made her stumble into the rear of the gym teacher, a young woman who reminded Edna of her younger self… that’s what she thought as she closed her eyes and took a long sniff of that firm ass. She got back up quickly, luckily nobody saw her, or at least so she hoped.

Raw meat began to taste like an aphrodisiac.

On another day she had to interrupt a class to rush to the bathroom to masturbate furiously, thinking about not having chased those squirrels in the park. She questioned herself if her having peed on the tires of the principal’s car had been a hallucination. People started to notice that Miss S was acting quite oddly for the usually stiff and dignified person she was, both coworkers and students, but they all just assumed that the mature woman had caught a cold.

When the mercy of Friday arrived and she finished her shift, despite being exhausted with herself and the world, she made a stop at a store on her way home.

A pet store.

Despite not having a dog, and never in a million years planning to get one, especially after her cat had died when she was run over by a chrysler and also because she hated those dumb walking menaces of fur and saliva, Edna bought a leash and a collar with a bone shaped tag.

Both in green, she didn’t want them to be pink.

“What name do you want on the tag, ma’am?” the smiling clerk asked.

“Teacher,” was Miss S' mindless answer.

With the collar and the leash in hand, she managed to get back to the safety of her apartment, at least, she thought, on the weekend she could rest and maybe figure out what was going on.

On Saturday a sexual symphony resounded around the walls of Edna’s apartment, it was only a small apartment after all.

It’s origin was in the bedroom, on the squeaking, bouncing mattress a naked Miss S was on all fours, her sweaty tits flapping around wildly as she enjoyed every second of the sex she was having with the skinny black man that was pounding her rear doggy style.

“Come on, Rascal, for fucks sake! Faster! NAIL ME DOWN!” she ordered her partner.

“W-whaaaat do you think I’m doing, Miss Bitch?” chuckled Rascal, grabbing and firmly tugging the mature woman’s hair.

Miss S laughed, leaning back, pushing her rear against the man’s crotch as her experienced cunt entrapped that sweet cock.

“Yes…! YES! Make me a bitch!” howled Edna. “I’m a big dumb old biiiIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH!”

She reached a skin crawling climax in an explosion of pleasure as woman and man orgasmed almost simulatenously. Edna collapses on top of the bed sheets and Rascal on top of her, they remained there, gasping in that warm moist embrace for a while.

After that time had passed they moved to comfortably lay down naked, one at the side of the other, still enjoying the echo of the orgasm, Miss S played with a lazy hand around Rascal’s crotch and his penis wrapped in a condom.

“Aaah… Uffff…” giggled Rascal. “Woah, that was a spectacularly good fucking…” then he frowned. “Are you feeling alright?”

“Hmm…? Why do you ask?”

“Demanding to be called Miss Bitch? Wanting to do it doggy style?”

“Is it weird that I want to try new things?”

“For a dom to the bone like you? Yeah, it is weird… Are you getting menopausal? AUCH!!”

“I’m not THAT old!” answered Edna whilst pinching Rascal’s cock between two fingers. “Jerk!”

“Bitch!” complained Rascal half-laughing. “But really, are you okay?”

“Well…”

“Come on, Edna, you are my best client, if you can’t confide in your favorite sex worker who are you gonna rely on?”

“Sigh… I’ve had a weird week…”

“Weird in what sense?”

“I’m weird, I’m having… Dreams, thoughts… As if I was in heat…”

“Are you sure it is not the menopause?”

“No! It’s not the damn menopause… Change, not in an age related sense… My flesh, I’m going to be changed and it will be terrible, degrading, painful… but hot as hell… It’s going to erase my dignity, my existence…” she rubbed one of her nipples. “And once it is done I’m done, it will be permanent, irreversible. That’s all I truly am, I can see it, but I can’t, not fully, not until… It’s turning me crazy…”

“You are making zero sense with all this lunatic gibberish, what even do you mean by change?”

“I've been having this dream… I’m naked, down on all fours, in public, people notice, but they don’t care, not when I whine, not when I bend and lick my cunt…”

Rascal pondered that for a moment.

“So like a dog?”

“A bitch.”

“I guess that’s correct, if you are a dog you would be a female one, unless you grow hairy balls and a dick too with all those changes.”

“Don’t make it worse…” Edna mumbled, leaning towards her nightstand, she pulled the collar and the leash from the drawer and showed them to Rascal. “Look…”

“Woah…” the man’s amazement was sincere as he picked up the collar to inspect it. “Teacher… This canine mindset really hooked you hard, uh?”

“If I asked you to get dressed, collar me and take me out for a walkie, would you?”

“Well, if you really want to, I may do it for free,” the man chuckled. “But if I’m just your employee and your pal, shouldn’t it be your owner who gets to collar you up, Miss Bitch?”

Edna paused as she took back the collar.

“True,” was all she could say.

Rascal stretched his arms and yawned.

“I’m gonna pull off this rubber and take a shower if it’s not too inconvenient, ma'am,” he said, getting up.

“You are in your home,” said Edna, staring at the dog tag with an absent expression.

“Hey!” Rascal clapped his hands at her,. “Snap out of it, this is getting creepy, you are not a bitch, not a literal one at least. Okay?”

Miss S looked at him with a fond smirk.

“Thanks, you are a good friend…”

“Look, just get in the shower with me and after cooling off our heads we can go eat something somewhere.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” Edna shook her head. “I’m hungry. Just give me a moment and I will be right with you, my legs are still shaking a bit!”

“You’re the one paying! If after that you are still thinking about dog stuff I know a guy that breeds pups, maybe we can arrange for you to go as a breeder!” Rascal told  the woman as he entered the small apartment’s tiny bathroom.

“That would be lovely,” she said, but Rascal didn’t hear her.

She lay down for a couple minutes, staring at the collar’s tag.

They showered together and went out to have a nice dinner… but the bitch had claimed Edna’s brain as her doghouse and she wouldn’t leave, because the mature teacher and female dog were meant to be one in the same…

Sunday.

Edna rose from bed like an automaton as soon as the sun shone through the window,an idea fixed in her head that dictated her moves and will despite not being able to understand what the idea was.

She only knew that it was time and that frightened her to the core of her heart.

Miss S dressed perfectly, as if she was going to work. Once ready she left the apartment, without picking up her purse, closing the door or looking back.

But she didn’t forget to pick up her dog collar & leash.

Following that incomprehensible force that was leading her towards her destiny, she walked all the way from the outskirts to a suburban area and, by midday, she stopped in front of one of the houses. It was Adriel’s home, she was certain of that and certain that nobody was inside at the moment.

The teacher stood out on the sidewalk in front of the house, holding the collar & leash against her bouncing chest with both hands.

“What in hell am I doing?” she asked to nobody. “Why am I here? What’s wrong with me? I’m really going to do this?”

Despite having dedicated most of her life to teaching she was unable to answer any of those questions, except the last one.

With the vague knowledge that they were going to be some of her last steps as a woman she moved onto the lawn and walked to the back of the house. She saw the dog house before she heard the whimpering barks.

“Aing…! Aing…! Aing…!”

A tiny, furry mixed mixed breed terrier rushed out to meet her, the beast sniffed, hopped and barked enthusiastically around the woman, not trying to attack the stranger, but amused about having someone new to play with.

Edna noticed the furry pest was male.

“So you are the cause of my disgrace?” she mumbled.

“AING! AING!”

The teacher sighed and ignoring the noisy dog moved to the house’s backdoor, which led to the kitchen, her cheeks already red with shame as she stared down at the square hole in the base of the door.

“It’s the only way for me…” she grunted with grief.

Putting the collar & leash between her tits the mature woman got herself down on all fours, the dog looked at her from behind, wagging his tail.

“I’m… I’m not gonna fit… There’s no way…!”

That didn’t stop her from trying. First she slid her arm inside the dog-door, then she managed to slip through her head, groaning and squeezing her breasts she managed to pass her torso and the other arm through.

“Shit, SHIT…! Nghhhhh…! I’m almost inside… Shit… If someone sees me…!”

Then her hips hit the frame and a cold chill momentarily broke the spell.

“No! NO!” Miss S whimpered in panic. “I have to pass! I can’t get stuck! My stupid fat ass! No!”

Crying and cursing she struggled to push herself inside. Outside the dog was still staring at the woman’s rear, amused. Edna’s nylon wrapped legs shook in despair, the dog cocked his head and then moved closer to her rear, sniffed, leaned his head inside her skirt.

Edna’s eyes opened wide when she felt the dark wet nose sniffing near her meaty mature shaved sex. She was wearing stockings… but no panties…

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

With that shout, followed by a pull and a kick she managed to roll through to the other side of the dog door. Gasping, exhausted, she lay down on the kitchen floor, staring at the ceiling.

She had lost a shoe.

When her breathing, but not her beating heart, was finally calm enough she lifted herself up.

“AING!” the dog had pushed his head through the dog door, the frame of which was now slightly bent, and was looking at the woman with a happily oblivious expression.

Edna stared at the creature with unapologetic abhorrence.

“You are not fucking me!” she claimed and then followed up that statement. “Yet… Not until… Whatever, fuck you!”

“Aing!”

The dog went back into the backyard, Miss S twitched her lips with annoyance. At least she had managed to get inside, looking around she knew exactly where her journey ended, the stairs to the upper floor were near.

Once there she arrived at Adriel’s bedroom without any further trouble.

The door was open, her heart was beating so hard she could hear it.

It was the typical room of a young man who still lived with his parents, not too clean, lots of nerd stuff, a desk with a gamer computer and carelessly left on the desk, near the books was what seemed to be an old ripped page….

The homework.

Edna’s eyes shone, hands shaking as she approached the desk.

It was no coincidence that the book was Moby Dick, her favorite read, but she didn’t care about either that or the old page much, her attention was focused solely on the homework.

She had waited for this moment for so long it felt like an eternity.

Her trembling fingers picked up the homework, it was an essay about the book, her eyes began to read it, delighting in every word with a sexual glee. It was only two pages long, but by the half way point of the first one Miss S had leaned her rear against the desk and had started to rub her crotch through her skirt.

The teacher moaned loudly as her eyes flickered from one side to the other, reading the simple essay, she must have had read thousands of similar ones during her career, but this one was different.

This one meant everything.

“Yes… Yes…” she moaned softly.

It didn’t matter how mundane the text was, when she reached the end of the second page her knees crossed as she came.

“Hmmmmphhhh-!”

Gasping heavily she rubbed her forehead and laughed off all the stress, then she took a quick look around for a red pen that she used on the top of the first page of the homework to draw her mark...

A+

Edna dropped the pen and stared at the paper with motherly fondness. For a few brief seconds she felt completely satisfied, professionally, personally and sexually.

A wide smirk on her lips.

Adriel hadn’t lied.

As a teacher and as a woman she hadn’t ever before felt more complete.

She breathed deeply, opened her mouth and ripped the top of the page with her teeth, following that up by munching the paper. The taste was terrible, an insipid bland paste.

“Hmmmm…!” to her it tasted just as ambrosia must taste, the teacher’s cunt dampened as she ate the homework.

More bite, rips and munches, Edna would have totally lost herself in her hedonistic gluttony…  if it not for Adriel coming back home and interrupting her.

“Miss… S…?” the young man standing in the bedrooms open doorway asked with a look of absolute shock and confusion on his face. “What… What are you doing in my room?”

The teacher looked at the student, her eyes wide open, face as pale as the winter, mouth full of paper, some of which peeked out from between her lips. She couldn’t answer, so, holding herself against the desk and in full view of Adriel, she munched and swallowed.

Utterly humiliated and that wasn’t going to be even near to the worst of what was going to happen to her that day.

“I’m…” she gulped. “I’m eating your homework…” she coughed a couple of times.

“Do… Do you need some water?” asked Adriel, showing politeness in the face of the  absurdity.

Edna lifted a finger and shook her head softly.

“No, no, thanks… I… I’m almost done...”

Miss S opened her mouth once more and pushed inside a little of what was left of that A+ homework, it was beyond doubt that she had to eat it whole and so she ate every last shred in front of her student.

And when she eventually finished, as a final stroke to her humiliation, a burp escaped her mouth.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled stiffly.

Adriel was reminded that he was also part of this ordeal.

“It’s fine…” he said slowly. “Why did you eat my homework?”

That was the most poignant question possible given the circumstances. Edna took a considerable time to answer, they stood facing one another for what seemed way too long.

“Because,” the mature woman finally said in a dry and unattached tone. “Because I am a old stupid bitch.”

One last instance of awkward silence, followed up by chaos.

They were both taken by surprise when the old page loudly caught flame with a shrieking wail. From the center towards the four corners, the page was consumed by flames whilst a small cloud of smoke rose up.

Both teacher and student saw that the smoke wasn’t just a gas, but looked exactly like a woman. A naked, mature woman crying in erotic arousal, fondling her smoky body as she was lifted up and she vanished into nothing.

It was Edna.

Edna the woman, gone, leaving behind a smoky pile of ash on top of a burn mark on the desk.

Miss S’ face disfigured, the magical deal had been completed and the forces that had brought her to this point dissipated, leaving her alone with her terror. She rushed towards Adriel, grabbed the guy’s shoulder and shook him, begging, pleading.

“What was that?!” she screamed in panic. “What was that smoke?! Why is it gone?! What’s going on?! What have you done to me, brat?!”

Adriel shook his head, just as confused and shocked as the woman, but not as scared.

“I don’t know!” he babbled. “I got the book out from the public library, the page was folded inside! It was just gibberish, I have no clue! I swear!”

Edna stopped shaking the guy, her fingers still clutching his shirt. She realized that he wasn’t lying, that it was the truth, that the cause of her doom had been not trusting her student's honesty.

“Oh, goddess…” she whispered and then shrieked. “IAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”

It was the student’s eye’s turn to widen when he saw the teacher’s teeth sharpening in her mouth as she cried.

Back bending pain made Edna push Adriel away as she moved back, grabbing her sides, groaning and moaning as she felt the essence of her flesh starting to twist to its most fundamental core.

“GODDEEEEEEEEESHHHHHHHHHHH!” she shouted, clenching her sharpened teeth.

She dropped to her knees, gasping for air.

“Miss S!” yelled Adriel.

He tried to rush to her aid but a shudder stopped him when he saw Miss S’ face.

Her teeth were pointy, her lips were darkening and her eyes… her eyes just seemed wrong…

Inhuman.

Edna sat on the floor, leaning against the desk, sobbing.

“Adriel...! Adriiiiieeeel!”

Adriel kept staring as the teacher lifted her skirt, exposing her naked groin.

In any other scenario the guy would have admitted that seeing his teacher’s meaty wet cunt, in his own bedroom of all places, would be a dream come true, as, like many others, he had a crush on Miss S and had touched himself thinking about that impossibility but on this occasion the kink had a twist of a lewd nightmare.

“Adriel! My flesh!” cried Edna. “My damn bodyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!”

The lips of her vagina began to fluctuate as if they were made out of clay, Edna stiffened her back, hitting the desk with it. Her pussy changed mercilessly, short grayish fur grew around it as Miss S stretched her neck trapped in a combination of pain and pleasure.

She held her breath.

“Rrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Folding over itself the cunt’s skin grew black, rough and leathery, and the area became smaller. Adriel didn’t need a biology class to know that such a vagina didn’t belong to a human.

“The fuck!” he babbled, having shuffled backwards all the way to the bedroom wall.

Edna slid down and held her legs against her chest, still gurgling on the floor and in that uncomfortable posture she lifted her rear. That movement exposed the circumference of her anus to her audience, her butthole was suffering similar changes to her vagina, the skin becoming equally as dark, as both holes slid closer to one another.

Even more spectacular was the popping that started just above that, at the end of her spine, a tail was starting to emerge. Thin, pointy and bony, but soon to be covered by more gray fur.

She stopped holding her legs and lifted her back to look at her mutating crotch.

“I don’t want to be a bitch! Grrrrrr! I don’t want to be a bitch!” as she cried her skull shape was pushed very slightly into that of a canine's muzzle.

Her horrified frustration did nothing to stop the march of the metamorphosis or the feral heat consuming her thoughts. Sweating and sobbing she took off her woollen jacket and ripped open her blouse with a single pull.

Buttons flew away.

The collar and the leash dropped to the floor.

No underwear covered her cunt, or her boobs either. Those sweet old tits, with their hardened nipples, were liberated from the cloth covering them.

Adriel had the privilege of not only seeing Miss S naked, but also of being the last person that was going to see her as something recognizably a human woman and, despite the macabre nature of the changes twisting the unfortunate teacher’s body, that made blood pump into his cock.

Edna stared down in terror at her torso, her belly going up and down as her breathing hastened with the transformation. At the same rate that the gray fur was climbing up from her groin, below her breasts, one pinching pop after another was heard, small nubs grew in rows and swelled up.

Nipples.

Teats.

“You’re turning into a dog?!” Adriel wasn’t sure if it was a question or a statement of fact.

Miss S frowned, angrily, showing her sharp teeth.

“AGHH! No shit, genius! Do I have to sniff your fucking ass for you to rrrrealize that?!”

“Sorry, I…! How is this even happening?”

“You think I know?!”

“A lousy page can’t possibly… It makes no sense...!”

“GRRRRRRRRR! I DON’T CARRRRRRRRE!”

With the help of the anger the teacher tried to get up only to fall back onto her knees. She could feel the wag of her tail against her spread buttocks, the compression and stretching of bone and muscle.

Nails curved into claws, ripping the soles of the pantyhose on her feet, thumbs shrank, paws swelled on her palms. Miss S growled, whimpered and cried as her neck elongated.

“HELPPPPPPPP MEEEEEEEEEEE!”

Ears grew floppy and pulled towards the top of her skull, as she shouted her face cracked even further into a muzzle and she finally dropped down onto all fours.

Like a bitch.

“Nruuuuuuuuuuuh! NUUUUUUUUU!”

Edna shook her head as her arms and legs reconfigured themselves to leave her set for her quadrupedal future. With each cry her voice deepened and distorted a little more, until it finally happened.

“BARK! BARK!” her frustration was now expressed in the form of barks.

In the distance, coming from the house’s backyard, they could hear Adriel’s dog answering the bitch’s pleas.

The cracking reached Miss S’ hips, narrowing them, her body quickly becoming thinner as her torso barreled and her breasts started to shrink. She looked up at her student with a sorrowful canine glance.

“Pleassssssssh…! Help mrrrrrreeeeeee! BARK! Rrrrrrversssssssssss it!”

Adriel noticed that the woman’s hair was starting to fall out, at least the human hair.

“H-How…?” he asked sincerely, expecting his teacher to have an answer.

Panting, with her tongue out, Edna’s pupils dilated.

“I don’t knuuuwwwww… GGgggdossshhhh…! If iiiiit can’t… Wurfffff, bark, bark! I dooon knuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!” the bitch howled, long and loud, more dogs barked in the distance, recognizing her heat.

She tried to lift herself up once more and failed, the deformation of her limbs and their continuing reconfiguration made it impossible for her to stand on two legs. Her body was becoming slimmer and longer.

And also furrier.

Canine.

It was already pretty easy to guess what the breed of the teacher-to-be-bitch was going to be,  a silky grey furred greyhound. Whilst feeling the floor with her paws and the tugging of her back claws on her pantyhose Edna saw the collar and the leash near her on the floor. The dog-woman tried to pick those bonding garments up and inevitably failed as she realized fully for the first time what the lack of thumbs meant. With no other option she proceeded to do what felt the most natural.

She leaned forward and picked up her means of bondage with her mouth.

Then, resigned, she began to crawl towards her owner. Crawling towards him made her lose her last shoe and skirt. Adriel shook his head, pressed against the wall as hard as he could, as the dog-woman approached.

“Pleasshhhhhhhhh…! Pleashhhhhhhhhhh!” whimpered the bitch with her inhuman voice.

“I can’t help you! I don’t know how!” Adriel sobbed, cornered by that creature that was becoming less and less human by the second. “I didn’t know! I didn’t want this to happen to you! I’m sorry!”

With an herculean effort the bitch managed to lift herself up on her hindquarters and then hold that very precarious equilibrium by putting her fore legs onto Adriel’s chest. Once, not so long ago she had been taller than Adriel, but now Miss S had to look up to see her student.

“Nruuuuuuh yourrrr fault! BARK!” she growled. “Yu cannnt… Nothinggggrrr cant! My lifeeee sh overrrr, am juuuust biiiiitch!” she stared directly into Adriel's eyes, at the end of her forming muzzle that was distorting her field of vision her nose was darkening, whiskers were sprouting and the world was losing it’s color. “Pleashh, no wanna strrrrrrrrrayyy… nuuuu kennnnnnel! Bark, bark! Pleas, take… take carrrrrreee uuuuuffff bitch!”

She offered the collar to him with her mouth.

Adriel slowly lifted his hands, feeling the weight of what the teacher asked, and picked up the collar.

“Sure, of course, like… you didn’t even have to ask…” he muttered.

Edna showed him her long neck.

Miss S closed her eyes, feeling every change in her body and in the fur of her neck as the collar was tied around her neck, a final submission into the humiliation of her bad luck and her doggy future. She didn’t open her eyes again until she heard the clicking sound that sealed her bond.

“Thraaankssh…” she snorted.

Adriel nodded.

Clumsily she moved backwards, making herself fall. Adriel tried to help her, but her forelegs slipped between his hands and she ended up down on the floor, sitting on her rear, her flat butt squeezing her tail.

It would have been hard to mistake the almost-bitch for a human woman, not even with the stockings and the ripped blouse she was still wearing. The slowing down of the cracking & the snapping, the total reconfiguration of the bone structure and size and the almost complete takeover of the fur across her skin indicated that the metamorphosis was about to conclude.

The bitch lowered her ears at her her owner’s gaze, despite having been a literature teacher for half her life, the human half at least, she found herself with no profound phrases, no last words or statements that could frame the disgrace of the last gasp of her vanishing humanity, nor preserve the image of who and what she had been.

So she just let what had been in her mind for a long time out of her shrinking brain.

“BARK! Amr gronnnaaa licck mrrrra cunt nnuw,” she growled.

“You do do you ma’am…” whispered Adriel.

Miss S spread her doggy legs and bent her spine until the tip of her muzzle smelt the lips of her cunt and she began to lick as her transformation finished. The student observed as the teacher threw away any remaining shred of dignity to embrace the feral pleasure until Teacher was just a dog.

Even after the changes had seemingly ended, the bitch kept licking with a passion, perhaps with some anger too. Bending so much she fell to her side and yet she kept licking.

A wet noisiness.

Her tail slapping the floor, her raised leg jiggling in the air with equal enthusiasm. There was a yip, the dog grew tense and then that leg was lowered. The muzzle between the legs, was a long noodle-like gray fur pretzel.

When the orgasms ended the bitch slowly stood, trembling on four paws. She began to bite at the blouse, pulling and tearing. Adriel realized what she was trying to do and helped her to get rid of the last of the clothes.

Rags lay everywhere.

The bitch shook her body, as a dog would, and stood. Ears and tail low, sorrow and shame on her face… but you could still notice the teacher's grace in the beast...

Long legs, long muzzle, long everything, a pure breed greyhound with perfect pristine fur.

Miss S.

Edna S. Wallace had become just a dog in his room, now she was a greyhound bitch.

Edna S. Wallace, the name of a missing person poster taped to one of the park streetlights. The weather had already noticeably faded it, apart from the name it had various other info, like a couple of phone numbers and a picture of the titular Edna.

A picture of the mature woman sitting in the staffroom, holding a cup and crossing her legs, a half smile on her face. They began to put them up around town after Edna’s landlord informed the school that she had disappeared off the surface of the earth, as if she had simply vanished.

Nobody called those phone numbers, the school quickly found a new literature teacher and the apartment gained a new tenant, whilst Miss S’ existence slowly faded away.

Underneath that missing person poster on the lamppost there was another one, a found dog one.

The picture on the second sign showed a distressed grey greyhound bitch named Teacher and under the photo some info about how the dog had been found and where to call if you were her owner.

When Adriel’s parents arrived home, in a rather ironic twist, the guy had to test his lying skills to keep his promise that the woman-turned-bitch would stay under his protection. He managed to convince his mom that he had found the bitch playing with their dog in the backyard when he had returned home, that surely the dog must have an owner that would, probably, maybe, pay them a reward if they gave the pure breed bitch back.

His mother was skeptical, she couldn’t ever have imagined that the dog was once the same woman with whom she had a conversation about Adriel’s grades a couple of months ago, but she was good at spotting when something seemed fishy. Yet she agreed that the dog could stay while Adriel searched for her the owner, but only until the owner came to collect her and as long as the bitch wasn’t annoying. Adriel glady paid for the posters and put them all over the place and Teacher made sure to get on the good side of her owner’s mom, luckly, neither of those tasks was too difficult.

With the dog found signs posted, a visit to a certain store and another eventual visit to the veterinary it became official: Teacher was a bitch, Adriel’s dog, and her previous lifetime was as good as a lazy daydream.

Similar to Adriel having to lie to his parents to save Teacher’s furry ass it was also quite the ironic turn that those two posters ended up together. Holding a couple of leashes, one of them green, Adriel stood waiting near that streetlight, it was quite the cold morning and he was wearing a jacket.

“Hey there, you must be Adriel?” a voice said from behind him.

Adriel looked around at the skinny black man and nodded.

“Ah, yes, I am, you must be…!”

“You can call me Rascal, kid.”

“Rascal? Sure, sure! Heeem… Quite a cold day, isn’t it uh?”

“Yeah, I’m freezing my balls off.”

“I was actually starting to think that you wouldn’t show up.”

“I almost didn’t, bed seemed a better option, but your story was just amusingly insane enough and I dig that sort of thing.”

“Quite insane, very true,” Adriel chuckled nervously. “She… She really wanted to see you again, at least for one last time…”

Rascal stopped Adriel raised his hand.

“Look, you can cut out the melodrama, okay? If what you told me is true, well, it is what it is, but I want to see it, so just show me.”

“Understood,” Adriel agreed and pulled on the leashes. “Teacher, you can come out now...”

From the other end of the leashes two dogs emerged from behind a tree. One was a tiny male mixed breed terrier, the other was a pristine female grey greyhound.

Whilst the male rushed to jump around Adriel’s legs, the female positioned herself in front of Rascal and sat on her rear, seemingly avoiding looking into the man’s face, as if she was ashamed in a very human way.

“So you want me to believe that this is Edn-!”

He was interrupted by Adriel.

“She doesn’t like to be called by her human… previous name. Please, she prefers Teacher.”

“Teacher? Teacher the bitch?” Rascal chuckled.

He rubbed his chin and squatted in front of the greyhound. The greyhound's stiff insistence on avoiding meeting his gaze became noticeably silly, so she swallowed her pride, that still had some of, and looked directly at Rascal.

Man and bitch stared at each other and slowly Rascal’s eyebrows lifted.

He noticed… the bitch had a feeling to her looks, to her eyes, a judgemental dignified glance… her expression, her attitude… He knew her...

Rascal saw the woman forever trapped in the dog’s skin and chuckled again.

“Hello, old friend, I’ve been missing you,” he said honestly.

There was a flicker in the sunlight, Rascal fell backwards on his ass. Edna had suddenly appeared in front of him, totally nude, disheveled, her hair was longer and had acquired a few more grays, her legs, crotch and armpits had also gone wild. She had her hands on the ground, her nipples hard on her hanging boobs.

Yet, she didn’t seem as haggard and tired as she had the last time he had seen her.

She seemed brighter.

She had a trembling smile on her lips.

The flicker ended, Teacher the bitch barked, waving her tail.

“What the hell was that?” the man asked, getting up to his knees.

“You recognized her… It’s the second time I’ve seen it happen.”

“But…” he shook his head. “Fuck, damn, this is kinda spooky. Shit, what furry predicament have you got yourself into, uh, Miss Bitch?”

Teacher nodded.

“There must… Is there any way… Can it be fixed?” Rascal wondered without taking his eyes from the bitch. “Have you tried… something?”

Adriel twitched his lips.

“We found a store, they seem to know about this kind of stuff but… They told us there’s nothing to fix… She’s a bitch now, it… It is what it is.”

“That sucks,” Rascal slowly moved a hand towards Teacher’s head, the bitch leaned forward, closing her eyes and allowing him to scratch and pet behind her ears. “It’s the doggy life until the grave for you, then?”

“Wuff! Wuff!”

“Shit, I should have noticed that day, you were acting so freaking weird… Hey, I know it is not my fault but still… You are a goddamn dog now, for fucks sake!”

Teacher rubbed her long muzzle into the man’s palm.

“You are a goddamn dog...” Rascal shook his head. “Still thinking that it would be lovely to meet my dog breeder pal?” he asked, jokingly.

The bitch stopped the rubbing and looked away nervously.

Rascal frowned.

“What?”

The terrier approached the bitch and curled himself against her side, happy and dumbfounded.

“Teacher is already pregnant…” informed Adriel.

Rascal needed a couple of seconds to process it.

“A goddamn bitch indeed,” he mumbled, looking down at the terrier. “So this is my replacement?”

Teacher raised her muzzle, showing some pride in the matter.

“I’m not judging!” Rascal declared. “You are not human anymore, but you must have been as horny as heck, how did you even…”

“She lay down,” explained Adriel.

“Guess that makes sense, damn… This kid, does he treat you like canine royalty? Because if not…”

“Of course I do!” an offended Adriel complained.

Rascal ignored the protest.

“Look, Miss Bitch: Are you happy? Cause if you are happy, if you are safe and content, who cares about anything else? You got screwed by the universe and turned into a dog. Well, you can’t do much about that, but it could have been much worse. So, are you happy? That’s what I care about.”

Teacher didn’t need to think for long before giving a firm nod, then she moved closer to Rascal and put her head on his shoulder. Rascal gave her pats and pets.

“There, there, good girl, you are a good girl, don’t whimper, no drama, everything is fine,” when they separated the man got up, dusting off his pants. “To be honest,” he said. “You actually got yourself a kick ass retirement, you’re a lucky bitch if you ask me. Eat, fuck and sleep to your heart's desire and without a worry in the world, sounds like a perfect trade off for giving up your homo sapiens status… Fuck, I’m kinda envious, if you find any more of those magic page gizmos I may even consider joining!”

“I’m not sure I could convince my mom into getting another dog,” mumbled Adriel.

“I was just kidding!” Rascal laughed, then stopped for a moment. “Hmm… Probably kidding, but don’t leash me so quickly… Shit, I need a drink, let’s go get a drink…”

“Isn't it a bit too early for that?”

“Kid, today I just learned that one of my best pals is gonna pass the rest of her life on all fours and covered in fur, so I don’t care that much about proper drinking hours. Let’s move.”

“If you say so.”

The unlikely pair and the two dogs walked around the park to a nearby pub. Despite the cold they sat outside with the dogs, soon they were having some drinks and food, sharing tales about the not-really-missing missing literature teacher, making sure to never mention her name, they found they had quite a few stories to share.

Teacher, the bitch, was laying down under Adriel’s chair, the terrier near to her. She found it annoyingly crass how the two guys spoke about her previous self, but it was also kinda warming that the people she had cared for as a woman would always remember her as something slightly more than just a female dog.

Adriel gave her some bacon and she munched it lazily. It tasted wonderful even if it wasn’t as good as homework. Now she knew for sure why dogs did that kind of thing, sometimes it was still difficult for her to resist the urge, but Adriel had adapted and now made two copies of all work under the obliging stare of his pet teacher.

She had been a woman for half of her life, she was going to be a bitch for the other half, there was always something new to learn, but what not even magic could change was her will to teach, whether it was to dumb students or dumb pups. If you asked her, Teacher would bark that she hardly saw any difference between the two.