Lena and the Voodoo Dolls

Lena and the Voodoo Dolls

What was to be a simple tutoring session with her professor leaves both Lena and her professor transformed.

Pairings: Futa Human (Lena Trueshield) x Female Draenei (Professor Saliara)

Contains: Transformation (Breast Expansion, Ass Growth, Cock Growth, Ball Growth, Cat Tail, Cow Tail, Cow Horns, Futanarization, Bull Cock), Massive Tits, Massive Cock (36+ inches), Unwitting Transformation, Inappropriate Use of Zandalari Voodoo Dolls, Teacher/Student, Breeding, Slightly Feral, Hyper Endowment, Cum Inflation, Office Sex, School Sex, Domination, Mind Alteration/Hypnosis, Cock Bulge (Stomach), Phantom Cock

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Why would anyone ever willingly sign up for this?! Lena thought, her hurried footsteps carrying through the winding corridors of the University of Dalaran. She was a paladin not some wand-waving wizard, a fact that was made plainly obvious by how loudly her plated boots would clank against the marble floors.

And she was late. Embarrassingly so.

Professor Saliara had been gracious enough to offer her a private tutoring lesson. And she was going to let her down. The golden-haired paladin cursed under her breath, adjusting the collar of her yellow robes, painfully aware of the eyes upon her.

She'd purchased the garment specifically for her studies, hoping that it might allow her to fit in with the spellcasters. What a joke that had turned out to be. There was no "fitting in" when one had tits the size of Light-be-damned ^^pumpkins hanging from their chest.

Each hurried step sent those colossal mammaries into fits of wobbling, jostling about in confinement. Even adjusted, her robes seemed perpetually overtight, for the fleshy mass of her bust would overflow from the hemline. In the few months since she'd begun her studies, those ridiculous proportions of hers had earned her more than a few rather unsavory nicknames.

Not only that, but she'd found herself to be rather lacking in all things magic-related. Swinging a sword was easy enough, but manipulating ley lines to summon water elementals and fireballs was beyond her understanding, it seemed. The spell scrolls she'd been told to study might have been written in Eredun for all she understood them. Even the Holy Light, capricious thought it was at times, was a great deal for her to work with.

Out of breath, she finally reached a great oaken door bearing her professor's nameplate: Saliara, Associate Professor of Leyline Engineering.

Lena paused, taking a deep breath to steady herself. She smoothed her yellow robes, running her hands along their soft fabric, more out of nervousness than any real need to do so, she concluded, mid-act. As if to delay the inevitable for but a moment longer, she adjusted her scarlet-ribboned ponytail before offering the wood a gentle knock.

"Enter," came the melodic, slightly accented voice from within.

Lena pushed the door open slowly. "Professor, I am so sorry for being late," she blurted out before she'd even stepped foot inside the professor's office. She closed the door behind herself, wincing at how it slammed louder than she'd intended.

Sat behind an imposing desk, the Draenei's eyes briefly scanned Lena from behind spectacles, gaze slowly briefly when it crossed the vast mounds of Lena's chest. "You're thirty minutes late, Miss Trueshield. I understand you've been having certain difficulties with the Draenic Arcane Theory class, but tardiness has never been an issue with you."

Heat rose to Lena's cheeks, both out of embarrassment and from how her professor's gaze had momentarily fixed upon her chest. Everyone always looked. It was impossible not to.

"I, ah... Got lost."

That part, at least, was true. Of course, she wouldn't mention how she'd slept in that morning and how she'd completely forgotten their meeting until her roommate had reminded her.

Saliara nodded, putting down her quill, gesturing to the chair opposite her desk. "Well, you're here now. That's what matters. Let us not waste any more time."

Lena settled into the chair, eyes roaming across the myriad magical artifacts adorning the shelves of her professor's office. Every wall was lined with bookshelves, and on the other side of an adjoining room, she could see even more books. What caught Lena's attention most of all, however, was a small clay figure standing on the shelf directly behind Saliara's desk, bearing a striking resemblance to the Draenei.

"Now," Saliara began, pulling Lena's attention back, "your understanding of Leyline harmonics is rather concerning, I must say. I can appreciate the effort you put into your most recent essay, but there are many inaccuracies that should be rectified. Let us begin with the basics..."

The tutoring session was painful, to say the least. Despite the Draenei's patient explanations, Lena struggled to grasp even the most fundamental of concepts. Magical theory seemed to be beyond her grasp, eluding her completely.

After perhaps an hour, Saliara removed her spectacles, pinching the bridge of her nose with patience visibly waning. "Perhaps we need a different approach. I have a particular text that might be of assistance. Please go through the first chapter of Spellcraft Patterns: Elements of Reusable Leyline-Oriented Conjuration while I go look for it. It should explain things in simple enough terms."

Simple enough?! For what, for my stupid brain? Lena bit her lip, suppressing a protest. She wanted to cry, to storm out of the office, to simply give up. Instead, she nodded as her professor rose, watching as the Draenei moved to the side office, closing the door behind her with a gentle click.

As soon as the door closed behind Saliara, a frustrated sigh fell from Lena's lips. Her fingers flipped from one page to the next, attempting to glean at least something that could show her teacher she understood at least the fundamentals of what she was teaching. The text, however, proved to be far too dense, far too complex for her to decipher.

Frustration gave way to boredom, her mind seeking escape.

Lena's eyes drifted back to the clay figurine on the shelf. She glanced to the closed door behind which her teacher had gone.

Curiosity gnawed at her for a heartbeat before she set aside her book, rising. She moved around the desk to the shelf, leaning forward to get a closer look at the clay curio. Remarkably detailed, the statuette was no taller than Lena's hand was long from her wrist to the tip of her middle finger, with every feature of her professor rendered with painstaking accuracy. Its clothes, oddly enough, even matched the professor's own.

Huh, wonder who gave this to her. Sure is lifelike... she thought, glancing at the office door. The mumbling and muffled shuffling coming from the other side told her she still had a few more minutes of free time, at least.

Carefully, she picked up the doll, marvelling at how warm it felt against her skin. Lena ran her thumbs against the miniature Draenei, marveling at how its skin seemed like living flesh rather than clay. On the shelf where had stood the figurine, she could also see a small pile of clay.

A quick, perverse thought came over Lena, then, blue eyes falling on the figurine's chest, chuckling to herself at how the small thing's tits were merely the size of her own nipples. She allowed her thumbs to brush against the doll's chest, pushing on them ever so gently, and finding them strangely squishy. Oddly lifelike.

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In the side office, Saliara continued rummaging about the room, searching for the specific tome she'd come for.

Closing her eyes, she allowed herself a moment to think... Where the...?

Then, a sudden sensation, strange and sudden, struck her, and she stiffened.

What the..!!

A strange warmth spread across her chest, and her nipples hardened unexpectedly, violently. A shiver ran down her spine. She paused in search of her textbook, momentarily confused by that sudden arousal.

"Haven't had much time to myself lately..." she mumbled to herself, shaking her head and returning to her task. Her work had taken precedence over her physical needs. Perhaps she was simply being reminded of their neglect.

Reaching for a single, promising-looking book, another wave of sensation washed over her, and her breath caught. It was as though something was pushing against her tits, kneading those hefty mounds with deliberate pressure.

She gasped, nearly falling over, gripping a shelf to steady herself.

This was no arousal borne of lack of intimacy, of carnal thoughts unbidden. No, this felt like some external stimulus, magical in nature. The Draenei had studied magic enough to know when some enchantment or transmutation spell was affecting her. She'd not yet figured out exactly what it was, however.

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Focused on the doll, Lena remained blissfully unaware of the effect she was having on Professor Saliara. Her fingers found the doll's pin-sized nipples, clearly defined beneath the clay robes. Curious, she gently tweaked them between thumb and forefinger.

So oddly similar to her own clothes... Lena observed inwardly, wondering if the doll had been some sort of weird vanity project. The thought amused her, how her stern, academic professor might craft a miniature version of herself to keep as decoration. It seemed so out of character.

The paladin's curiosity deepened.

On impulse, she began pulling at the doll's tiny robes, wondering just how anatomically accurate the thing was. The clay garment slid down with surprising ease, leaving the doll bare from the waist up, and revealing a perfectly formed pair of breasts beneath, each capped with minuscule nipples. A perfect mirror of the real Saliara's impressive proportions.

Further compelled by the odd thing, and with no professor in sight to stop her, she brought the doll to her lips, allowing her tongue to flick over one of the tiny little nipples. Surprisingly, the thing didn't taste like clay it tasted like - no, no, no. That wasn't possible, could it? She laughed softly at the thought. It tasted like skin, slightly tangy.

She drew back slightly in surprise, eyeing the thing for a few heartbeats.

Against her better judgment, she resumed her explorations, licking her lips before diving back down. Gently, she took those minuscule nubs between her lips, suckling gently, alternating from one breast to the other.

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In her centuries of arcane study, Saliara had encountered many forms of magical influence.

This was unlike anything she'd ever seen on Argus or Draenor. This was something she'd only seen practiced by one of Azeroth's many peoples.

"Impossible," she breathed.

Before she could pursue that line of thought any further, the sensation on her breasts shifted, and she felt as though some invisible string was pulling her robes down, exposing more of her chest to the side-office's stuffy, dusty air. Looking down in alarm, she saw that she'd not been imagining things, for her silver gaze came down at the right moment to see her large, round tits pop right out of her dress.

This kind of magic was beyond most of her students, and even beyond many of Dalaran's magi. Her mind raced through possibilities, for there was some connection between the one who'd cast the spell and herself, one she was determined to identify. Once identified, she could prepare a proper counterspell.

A hair sample, a blood relic, a personal item imbued with her essence, or -

"By the Naaru, the doll!" she exclaimed in a half-whisper. The Zandalari voodoo doll. The gift she'd received after the Fourth War. A token of peace. She'd not paid the thing much attention, as she had many other artifacts to study before she could turn her attention to it.

If the doll's magic was currently affecting her, then that surely meant that Lena had gotten her hands on it. And mouth, she realized, as she felt a wet warmth envelop her breast.

She pressed the back of her hand to her lips to suppress a moan. Wet, hot pressure on her left breast, then her right. The feeling was so intense, so unexpected, that she immediately fell to her knees on the room's central, circular carpet.

"Everything okay in there?" came Lena's voice through the door, briefly piercing through the lustful haze of the Draenei's mind.

"Y-yes! I, uh, slipped on a... a very large book! There are so many in here!" the Draenei managed, casting about for a plausible excuse. Luckily for her, Lena had stopped whatever she was doing just long enough for her to stutter her reply.

She had to tell the girl to leave so she could properly focus on her problems and avoid her doing anything else with the doll. Her panicked gaze bounced about the room, looking for something, anything to give her student, to get her out of her office.

But it felt so good.

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Briefly popping her mouth off one of the miniature Saliara's breasts, Lena's gaze fell upon the small mound of clay that had been placed near the doll's original position.

Mischief sparkled in her eyes and she reached for it. She wouldn't notice some slight alterations to her figurine, would she?

As she held the doll in one hand, her other rolled the clay about, warming and softening it. With creative precision, she began application of the clay, starting with mini-Saliara's already appreciable buttocks. The new material seemed to meld seamlessly with the existing figure, as though it had belonged there, with no seams visible between the original and the added mass.

Lena gave an appreciative hum and a nod as she looked over her work, having nearly doubled the size of the doll's posterior. "Maybe I went a little overboard, there..." she muttered, though didn't consider for a moment removing any of the clay.

Satisfied with the doll's rump, Lena decided the doll needed a few more modifications. Taking more of the extra clay, she slowly pressed small lumps against the Draenei doll's chest, carefully molding them to preserve their natural appearance.

After a few minutes of this, the doll's chest was half again as large as it had been when she'd started, covering most of her ribcage, capped with nipples a fair bit thicker than they'd initially been.

The paladin chuckled to herself. She didn't want to mess around with magical knick-knacks she didn't truly understand, but what harm could come of such a thing?

When she heard a shuffling coming from behind the door, Lena quickly hid the clay doll behind herself, inadvertently pushing a single finger between the doll's legs, forcing them apart.

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Still on her knees on the floor, Saliara began slowly rising, the odd phantom licking and suckling subsiding.

Barely had she started to rise, half-naked as she was, than an arcane buzzing ran through her, as if a wall of energy enveloped her.

"O-oh, this isn't goooOOOOooo-" Her words caught in her throat as the arcane energies coalesced into points, running down her spine before settling on her rear.

The sensation that followed was bizarre. Not painful or unpleasant, though definitely unsettling, as though unseen hands were fondling her rear. With that came the unmistakable sensation of growth. Saliara had practised enough transmutation spells to be able to identify them when they struck her.

Twisting awkwardly, the Draenei attempted to look back at her own rear, only being able to see the rapid swelling of her curves beneath her robes. With hips widening to accommodate the change, those fat round cheeks of her visibly grew beneath the fabric. There were no mirrors to speak of in that small study, but what she could see and feel certainly came of no light-trick.

A furious blush bloomed on the Draenei's face, tinting her pink cheeks a soft red.

Before she could even begin to process those changes, the arcane buzzing ran her through once more, this time centering on her chest. And, much as it had with her ass, those sensations brought with them the rapid swelling of her bare bust.

Her eyes looked down at herself with an odd blend of horror and arousal - horrousal? - both hands shooting up to cup those large pink mounds of hers, as though that simple act would slow or halt the growth. The pink flesh of her breasts would be seen surging from between her splayed digits, starting with the left, and then the right one, after which came the swelling of her nipples, the hardened nubs gaining in size until they came near the size of ripe, juicy plums.

Perhaps she'd simply miscast her breast suppression spell that morning. Yes, that was it. Why would her student use a voodoo doll to modify her appearance in such a manner? How could she, given she could barely even cast the simplest of spells?

But then, why would her tits grow to such immense proportions, far larger than their usual size? She'd never cast a spell wrong before. Why now?

And what, by the Naaru, was causing the sensations she'd felt upon her tits?

Panic took her, and she began to rise, shuffling awkwardly on the floor given her new weight distribution.

As she did so, however, some invisible force pushed her legs apart, forcing her back onto the floor with an oompf! bringing with it a large, warm and incredibly pleasant pressure upon her slit.

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Given that no one left that study, and given the continued shuffling and thumping that came from the other side of the door, Lena brought the doll back into her line of sight, intent on continuing her exploration of it.

What harm can come of such a thing? she mused. If truly this was a thing too dangerous for a novice like me to get their hands on, then surely it would have been locked away, kept away from curious eyes...

As she pondered the next additions to the doll, Lena's fingers found their way to the thick nubs sat atop each of her professor's breasts, idly rolling them about between finger and thumb, finger still pressed upon the doll's slit.

Her eyes wandered to the Draenei's tail. Smooth, tapering to a point, and adorned with crystal-incrusted jewelry was that appendage. Something about it, however, felt far too plain for a woman as exotic as Professor Saliara.

Taking the doll's tail between her fingers, she pushed upon the end slightly to round it out, making it a tiny bit shorter in the process. To her amazement, the clay seemed to shift into something beyond her immediate intent, soon taking on the appearance of a cat's tail, a furred texture appearing upon it.

"Odd," she whispered to herself, glancing towards the door beyond which she'd thought a moan had come. With a little added clay, she decided to lengthen the doll's hair. Not by any massive amount, but well enough to be noticeable.

Having made these modifications, Lena's increasingly aroused state prompted her to do something even more depraved. She eyed the doll, remembering how its breasts had not tasted of clay, how it had tasted like actual skin... And she realized where her finger had been pressed for the last minute or two.

She removed her finger, raising her eyebrows as a thin strand of clear liquid kept her fingertip connected to the doll's visibly drooling pussy. Curiosity got the better of her, and she brought her finger to her lips, slowly tasting the clear liquid.

Okay, this might be a little too weird... she thought, trying to remind herself of how odd this all was. And yet, her mind couldn't deny the fact that the liquid had the tangy taste of a woman's arousal. No way.

With heavy breathing and rubescent cheeks, the paladin carried on with her exploration of the magical figurine. She knew she should put the thing down, focus on the book Saliara had given her... And a younger version of herself might have done just that.

But this was far too intriguing an opportunity to pass up. Life was to be savoured, after all. Much as she would savour the doll's nectar, slowly bringing her tongue to bear upon the soaked slit between its thighs, pressing it flat before she began slowly licking it up and down, as no amount of lingual dexterity would have permitted much more than that.

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Only then did Saliara feel a warmth between her spread legs, right upon her sex. She clasped a hand upon her mouth, though that did little to suppress the long, louder-than-she-could-have-ever-wanted moan.

"Oh. Oh. Mmffff..." Her eyes widened as that sensation continued, that wet pressure moving broadly across her dripping pussy. She bit her lower lip hard enough that she briefly feared she'd drawn blood. She was fighting against herself, for there was no use in fighting against the phantom tongue voraciously assailing her soaked cunt.

Her eyes rolled back, wondering how a student who so struggled to master even the simplest of spells could work such magic. She needed to focus, to think of a way to get the doll back before Lena discovered just how much power it truly held.

Every time she tried to stand, however, she found her legs too weakened by pleasure, a fresh surge of arousal running her through.

Her tail flicked behind her as she neared release, feeling its furred surface caress her shoulder blades. So distracted was she by the flicking of the invisible tongue against her dripping folds that it took her a fair few seconds to even register the fact that her tail was furred.

In a panic, she looked over her shoulder, watching that caramel-coloured appendage swish about. Like a cat's.

"Fuck."

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Lena grew more and more excited with each flick of her tongue upon the miniature-Saliara's slit, still unaware of the true power the doll held over her professor.

Drawing back slightly, Lena began teasing the doll's slit with only the tip of her tongue, probing at that warm entrance. Impossibly tight, it nonetheless began to yield.

To the unbearably horny paladin, this was little more than a really interesting toy, not something directly connected to Professor Saliara.

By some brief moment of lucidity, she withdrew from the doll, eyeing the door. "Professor? Do you need me to help you look?"

Her mouth had remained close enough to the doll's cunt that the vibrations from her voice washed over it. She couldn't resist for long, and soon her mouth had returned to the doll's sex, lips closing around it.

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Saliara's nails scraped against the wooden floor as another jolt of pleasure sliced through any remaining self-restraint she might have had. The invisible tongue was becoming more aggressive, more demanding in its ministrations, and her body could only respond in kind, hips rocking upward to meet that phantom sensation.

Her mind briefly went blank as she felt the tongue's tip, larger than most cocks she'd seen, press into her very willing pussy, too thick to really penetrate but deep enough to send her into fits of sighs and moans.

When Lena's offer of help came through the door, the Draenei scrounged up what little mental acuity remained to her to formulate a response.

"No! Please don't!" she replied, a far more forcefully than she'd intended. "I'm fine, you should definitely - Nhhaaa~!!"

Her sentence found itself cut shot as that invisible mouth seemed to seal around her entire dripping, quivering slit, her clit likely hard enough to punch through steel at that point.

She needed to get through this, to wait until Lena tired of her games and left. Then, she could reclaim the doll and reverse its changes, hide it away... She could not stand even if she wanted to, as her legs had turned to jelly.

And did she really want to confront her student when she looked like this?

Little did she know, however, that her moaning response to Lena's question would prompt the buxom blonde to investigation.

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When she heard the professor's obviously distressed reply, Lena strode towards the door, keeping the doll behind her back.

Slowly, she began pushing the office door open, taking a cautious peek within. "Is... Is everything okay?" the buxom paladin would ask, only her head and her massive, overflowing bust visible to the Draenei beyond.

Her eyes fell upon the mage splayed on the floor, noticing that the woman was rather flush in the cheeks, and she wondered if the woman was perhaps sick. "Are you unwell? Do you need help finding the tome?" she asked, her thumb absent-mindedly brushing over the doll's breasts as she spoke to her teacher.

Saliara blushed a deep shade of pink, having barely had the time to cover herself. Wiping the sweat from her brow, she stared blankly at Lena, trying her best to appear composed despite the compromised position she found herself in.

Such a feat seemed impossible given the paladin's brushing of her thumb against her bust, that gentle movement causing her breasts to move about ever so slightly.

So distracted was Lena by the dark flush upon Saliara's cheeks that she'd not taken notice of the fact that her teacher's hair had grown considerably, and that her tail had become like that of a large feline.

Neither did she realize that her teacher was in heat, squirming impatiently on the floor. How would she have come to such a conclusion, anyway? Draenei didn't go into heat. Well, not that she knew of.

"Perhaps I should come back some other time?" Lena offered before her teacher would have the time to answer, hoping she would be able to leave with the tiny clay doll and do with it as she pleased.

As she waited for a response, Lena noted how the Draenei's already impressive bust seemed to be straining against the woman's dress, moving about a little too much, with the same rhythm as the slow strokes of her thumb across the doll's chest.

A trick of the light, to be sure, but she found it amusing that it seemed like the woman's chest had grown in proportion to the doll's own increase in bust size. No clay doll would ever have such abilities, surely?

"I-I think you should return to your quarters, Lena," Saliara managed through laboured breaths. "I have a spell that should be able to locate the tome I need, but it takes a while to cast," she lied.

Lena blinked in surprise, her eyes drawn immediately to that feline tail swishing back and forth. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks - the clay doll wasn't just a toy, it was actually changing her teacher! Her jaw dropped slightly as she watched those massive breasts strain against Saliara's robes.

"Of course, I'll come back another time," Lena said with feigned innocence, backing away slowly while keeping the doll behind her. She couldn't wait to get home and explore ALL the possibilities this magical clay held. As she turned to leave, she gave one of the doll's nipples a final teasing pinch. "Thank you for your time," she added sweetly, already planning what changes she would make next.

In her haste, she never saw the other small clay figure that had materialized upon her teacher's desk, where she'd dropped a small bit of clay earlier, its appearance quite like that of a well-endowed paladin...

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Saliara huffed in frustration, waiting for a few minutes to give Lena time to have gone down the hallway.

Dusting herself off, the professor rose before turning to her desk. "What the hell was that-"

Her eyes fell upon the miniature Lena that now stood upon her desk, similar in height to the one she had of herself. But why did it look like Lena if it was attuned to her?

She swore she had one that looked like herself. Maybe Lena had changed it to look more like herself? The girl could be so easily distracted. Given that the one that looked like herself was nowhere to be seen, that had to be it. Perhaps it had affected her while Lena was working on it. It would make sense, given the adjustment that likely had to be made to the doll's proportions.

"Fascinating" thought the Draenei, grabbing the doll off the table, inspecting it. She bit her lower lip, holding the doll closer to her face to inspect it. "I never realized how sexy Lena was... She should start showing off more. She's so fucking hot, it's a shame she doesn't show off those huge tits of hers more."

Further away, in the corridors of the university, those very same words would echo in Lena's mind.

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Barely had she managed to make it halfway to her dorm that Lena felt an odd tingle running up her spine. Subconsciously, she brought her hands to her gigantic tits, feeling a rather sudden and inexplicable urge to show them off more prominently.

Looking down at herself and the relatively conservative attire she wore, her face twisted in distaste. Not at her body itself, but at the fact that she'd even consider covering herself up so damn much.

"These robes really don't do me justice," she grumbled, fingering the garment's neckline. The thought itself seemed to come out of nowhere, entirely unbidden. And yet, it felt entirely natural. Entirely right.

With fingers that trembled with excitement, the paladin looked about the hallway, making sure there were none about to watch her. Swiftly, she began undoing the top few clasps of her robe, offering more room to her titanic assets, those fat, plush cockpillows spilling ever so enticingly overtop her neckline.

Why had she been so modest before? Someone with her body should flaunt it!

Everything about this was so overwhelming to the paladin, so exciting.

Ducking into a nearby classroom, Lena shut the door behind herself, looking down at the doll she still held in her hands.

Her thumb brushed across one of the doll's nipples yet again.

Unable to resist the building heat between her legs, Lena hiked up her robes and slid her hand beneath her panties, fingers immediately finding the dripping folds of her pussy as she began to pleasure herself right there in the empty classroom, her fingers beginning their eager teasing of the Saliara doll's cunt...

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Back in her office, Saliara began her inspection of the clay figure, cat tail swish-swishing behind her slowly. Pensively.

If Lena had made these changes to her, then it was only natural she'd be allowed to do the same in return, right?

Her eyes flicked to the small pile of clay on the corner of her desk.

Before she could get much further in pondering the changes she'd make to the Lena-doll, the Draenei felt what could only be described as a fist slamming into her cunt, as if the biggest, fattest of cocks was slowly pushing into her.

Hiking her robes up, she pulled her panties aside to reveal her gaping pussy, stretched by some invisible force. Both from the sight and sensations proffered by that phantom force, her plush lips parted to let fall a helpless moan.

Rolling her hips against that invisible pole pushing into her tight pussy, she gave the Lena-doll a sharp, almost desperate look.

How fucking horny am I? Am I hallucinating this?! she thought, allowing her fingers to play with her eager, throbbing clit, almost wishing that her student had a cock with which she could assuage that deep itch within her.

Taking a small bead of extra clay, she got to work, the lustful thoughts within her driving her to enact her wildest fantasies upon the miniature human. If she was to give the doll a cock, she had to start at the base.

Rolling a pair of small clay orbs, she placed them between Lena's legs, where a pair of testicles might hang, large enough on that doll that she'd be unable to close her legs. Once that had been done, she got to work sculpting a cock, adding more to it, bit by bit, until there stood a fat, equine cock between her student's legs.

Once that had been done, she added the rest of the clay to the woman's tits and ass, padding her already-voluptuous figure even further. Sadly, she'd used far too much clay on that gigantic cock and those overgrown balls to be able to add much more elsewhere.

She grinned, satisfied with her work, idly fingering herself as the phantom whatever-it-was continued pushing into her, though not getting further than a few inches, for it might simply have been too thick to do so.

She's more bovine than human, Saliara mused, gaze roaming across the vast expanse of doll-Lena's tits and that obscene cock jutting proudly from between her legs. Now to complete the look! Fucking cow...

Upon the paladin's head, she quickly sculpted a pair of horns, and above her rump a cute little cow-tail, pulling on the pre-existing clay to do so.

Much as her previous thoughts had, those, too, would worm their way into the paladin's brain.

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The paladin's self-pleasure was interrupted quite suddenly by an intense sensation between her legs, akin to the one she'd felt mere moments ago.

Her eyes flew wide open as she felt something massive pushing outwards from between her thighs.

"By the Light!" she gasped, looking down in time to see a gigantic cock sprouting from her crotch, complete with an equally obscene pair of balls. The thing grew and grew until it stood fully erect and quite nearly a yard long, with massive, heavy balls that forced her legs apart.

Barely had she processed this change when tiny horns sprouted from her head, and she felt her ass begin to expand dramatically. Staring at that newly-grown prick in disbelief, she found her hand moving of its own accord to touch that vein-riddled beast.

Much as those previous thoughts had invaded her mind, the words fucking cow echoed against the back of her head, and she moaned as the phrase seemed to rewire her very being.

Lena looked at the clay doll of her teacher, wondering if these changes had been of her making, then back to her throbbing new equipment.

Without thinking, she began rubbing the doll's clay pussy against her massive shaft, using her other hand to stroke herself. Her enhanced ass pushed against the desk behind her as she ground against the figurine, her enlarged tits bouncing with each movement. "Moooo..." she whimpered softly, unable to stop herself as she accepted her new identity as a hung, busty cow-girl.

The combination of her original self-pleasure and the sensation of the doll's pussy sliding along her cock proved too much. Her massive balls drew up tight as she approached orgasm, her new cock twitching as she rubbed the doll faster and faster against it.

She needed to cum inside her teacher's clay pussy, needed it more than anything.

No, she needed to breed some Draenei pussy.

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Saliara reached and fondled those fat clay nuts, rubbing them gently with her finger. Any semblance of propriety had gone, replaced only with that lustful fascination with the clay representation of her student.

Now that the pressure on her pussy had briefly lessened, she could at least hear her own thoughts again.

She whispered hotly into the doll's ears, feeling the warmth spread through her body, "Ohhhh, fuck me~"

Those words would soon rattle through Lena's head, enhancing her barely restrained desires.

As though responding to the words, there came another push between her legs, rubbing horizontally against her sopping gash. The Draenei would grunt, feeling as though she were grinding herself upon a barkless tree. A barkless throbbing tree.

Oh fuck... I'm going to cum... Cum here... In my office...

A moan came unbidden as she began grinding against the thing, gyrating her hips against the unseen trunk. As those sensations had returned, so left Saliara's capacity for rational thought, and she placed the Lena-doll back onto her desk.

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Slowly, Lena placed her cockhead between the doll's legs, having to extend her arm and lean forward to do so due to the impossible size of her newly-grown cock.

Surprisingly, the clay yielded to that push, spreading to accommodate that flat equine head in spite of the massive size difference. It was a snug fit, to be sure, and it felt surprisingly like the real thing, even squeezing her cock as it made its way into that minuscule pussy, gushing fat gobs of precum into the small thing.

The sensation sent shivers up her spine, making her grip tighten on both her massive shaft and the clay doll. When the words "Ohhhh, fuck me~" echoed in her mind, she let out a loud moo of approval, what little intellect she had to begin with fragmenting.

"Yes, fuck teacher!" she grunted, hips thrusting forward instinctively, pushing herself, inch by inch, into that surprisingly accommodating cunt. Despite its tightness, it would stretch to accommodate Lena's goliath, impossibly overgrown bull-prick.

Lena gasped as she felt the tight, warm sensation envelop her cock. It felt so real, so good... Positively divine.

Slowly, but quickly picking up pace, she began pumping her hips, fucking the clay doll faster and faster, pushing herself deeper and deeper into it. Her oversized udders, along with her enormous balls, bounced wildly with each thrust, newly enhanced ass slapping against the desk with a series of obscene slap slap slaps.

"Moooo! Fuck! So gooood!" she bellowed, lost in pleasure, quickly nearing release. Her new cock was so incredibly sensitive that she felt as though she might simply burst at any moment.

Nearing her climax, new words soon filtered into her lust-addled brain.

Cum here... In my office...

"Cum... here? Office?" she panted aware of little else, save for her need for pleasure, for release. "Cum in teacher!"

With a final, mighty thrust, Lena's enormous, cum-laden ballsack contracted, and she began to unload mighty ropes of piping hot fuckbatter into the figurine, far more than should have been possible, given its diminutive size.

Very little of her fat, creamy load even escaped the clay doll.

SPLRT SPLRT!!

The blonde cow-girl groaned and gasped as she unloaded, shooting fat, pearlescent ropes into the Draenei-shaped pocket-pussy, quite uncertain of where all that cum even went - not that she even had the capacity for such analytic thought any longer.

As she climaxed, the urge to go find her teacher, to slake her thirsts on the buxom Draenei grew too great to deny.

"Yes, fuck teacher," she groaned, pulling the doll off her cock. A few lazy globs of steaming jizz fell onto the floor with loud plaps.

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It felt to Saliara as though her cunt might rip in half, as though her whole body might tear itself apart. Due to the magical nature of the situation she found herself in, however, no such horrors came to be, instead merely turning her into a massive, bull-cock addicted size queen.

Her moans came louder and louder as that tree-like invader rammed deeper into her cunt, its bulge - a term woefully inadequate for the amount of stretching going on - moving up and down Saliara's abdomen.

The Draenei threw her head back, breath catching, hooves digging into the floor below.

That gigantic cock would continue fucking her for a fair few minutes longer as Saliara's eyes rolled up into her skull, that giant, invisible force punching past her cervix and into her womb with every thrust.

Such was the pleasure of it all that her mind went blank, pleasure spiking with each and every thrust.

Again and again and again.

That ceaseless assault would bring forth whorish moans from the Draenei the likes of which she'd not uttered in millenia, those fat, magically-enhanced tits bouncing and hitting her in the chin as she leaned back in her chair.

Her hands would brace themselves against the chair's armrests as she writhed and moaned, begging for more, crying out for more! "Fuck -- fuckkkkkk~" she moaned before she felt something begin pumping into her, and her eyes went wide with horrified arousal.

Those thrusts ceased, and instead, she only felt a repeated punching as powerful impacts punched deep into her womb, expanding her stomach rapidly until she seemed eight months pregnant.

So lost in that world of pleasure that she barely took notice of her office door opening.

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"Need to see... teacher..." panted Lena like some mindless beast as she made her way back to the professor's office. The clay doll remained in her hand, her thumb absently stroking its surface.

Her gigantic balls hung between her thighs, forcing her into an awkward waddle, still full of cum as they were. And from her thighs stood proud that obscene yard-long monolith, leaking a trail of precum upon the marble floors of Dalaran's university.

Finally reaching the office door, Lena didn't bother knocking, instead bursting in quite suddenly. Her eyes immediately locked on Saliara, and a groan fell from her lips, "Need to fuck. Now."

Her gigantic, throbbing leviathan of a cock throbbing hungrily, twitching in the open air.

She didn't recall when she'd discarded her robes, only that she now stood fully naked, with a teacher in front of her whose stomach appeared near bursting. And with each step, her fat cock bounced, pointing right at the panting Draenei.

Saliara blinked, eyes darting down to the imposing length leaking precum onto the floor. A cock so alike the one she'd crafted for the doll mere moments ago. Her eyes widened in shock, and everything fell into place.

"L-Lena, please-"

It was too late for the Draenei, however, as the paladin, by far the strongest of the two women, took hold of Saliara's hips, lifting the buxom professor onto the desk, scattering books and papers about in her haste.

The woman was desperate, panting, growling like some mindless creature. That massive bovine prick throbbed insistently as she pressed closer, her gigantic tits huge enough that they would press against Saliara's stomach, their weight causing fat spurts of cum to come rolling out the mage's gaping cunt.

Grinding her length slowly against the woman's body, though not yet making any attempt at penetration, she placed her hands on either side of Saliara, leaning down to nuzzle the woman's neck. She inhaled her scent deeply, pressing their sweat-slicked bodies together.

Lena's left hand found purchase upon the Draenei's heavy breast, that abundant flesh overflowing from her grasp. Soon, however, Saliara would gasp as the human's overgrown fucktower pressed to her folds.

Lena growled hungrily, her flared tip dripping pre onto the desk. With the professor's robes bunched up at her waist, Lena had little trouble accessing the woman's cunt, tearing her panties off her with relative ease. Her muscles flexed as she pressed her advantage, pinning her prey more firmly against the wooden surface.

As it all happened, Saliara found herself unable to resist or protest, for Lena was a whirlwind of lust - and her cunt ached for the twitching cock so pointed at it. A single, barely-audible whimper left her lips as concern for her ability to even take that beast arose within her.

It had been some time since she'd last slept with another, and they were certainly far more gentle than her lust-crazed student.

Her feline tail flicked as she took a deep breath, feeling that massive, beastly length pressing against her. Of its own accord, her feline tail would reach behind Lena, entangling itself with Lena's cow-tail.

Mustering up what courage she could, her eyes stared into Lena's.

"Well?~ Are you going to make me beg? Fuck. Your. Teacher."

From the paladin's throat issued a slight growl, cock throbbing violently. She gripped those wide hips, bruisingly so. Gripping her eager length at its base, she slowly dragged its pulsating, precum-dribbling head up and down the Draenei's folds, mixing their essences as she teased that entrance.

Without much more of a warning, Lena slammed forward, forcing her bestial length inside that tight channel.

Despite the earlier fucking she'd received, the professor remained wholly unprepared for the sheer size of that colossus, feeling it spear right into her womb, forcing out the cum that had appeared there from the earlier phantom penetration.

"T-tight..." growled Lena, feeling the woman's velvety channel clenching around her, muscles flexing as she began pounding hard into her teacher's cunt, each forcing from their lungs gasps and moans.

Both her hands were now upon the Draenei's tits, mauling those obscene cockpillows as she rutted the woman like an animal.

Her heavy balls slapped against the back of the desk - far too large and low-hanging to slap the professor's lush rump. And with every punishing slam of her hips, the desk would creak beneath them, Lena claiming the woman with savage, bestial need.

Saliara huffed and panted, her cunt drooling at the overgrown cock rubbing against her, moaning hotly as Lena fucked her hard, that intense pace never slowing for but a heartbeat.

"Breed me... Yes! YES! Fucking... Nnggghh~!!" she wailed, the outline of Lena's length traveling up and down her stomach with every thrust. "Breed me you cow, breed me you fucking BULL. My bull."

Before long, the desk's creaking turned to splintering as Lena's assault intensified, her hips slamming against Saliara's in a lewd chorus of plap plap plaps! Cum, mixed with all manner of juices, leaked so profusely from Saliara's stretched-out pussy that it started leaking down the desk's sides.

Those cunt-wrecking, bitch-shattering thrusts would prove too much for the desk to handle, and it would break completely.

Its legs gave, followed by the drawer housings. Luckily for them, the top of it only broke in half, creating a sort of cradle - comfortable enough for Lena to not miss a beat in that brutal, savage gut-rearranging.

Roaring with primal satisfaction, Lena could feel her teacher's desperate need, that massive bullcock stretching that whorish cunt for all its worth. Her azure gaze wandered across the woman's body, watching intently as each thrust made that belly bulge obscenely, pussy lips clinging desperately, wetly, to that vascular meatpole.

Leaning forward, Lena allowed her lips to capture Saliara's, pushing her into a needy, breathy kiss. Their tongues eagerly sought each other out, and the Draenei's hands soon found the back of Lena's head, running through those golden locks to pull her deeper into that sensual kiss, a softness that seemed a far cry from the brutal breeding going down below.

The professor's muffled moans would vibrate against Lena's lips as that obscene cock continued its relentless assault, stretching her cunt to limits she'd never felt from a cock. A physical cock, anyhow.

The sound of that animalistic coupling would echo throughout the office, punctuated by the wet, sloppy squelching of that cock-squeezing draenic cunt.

It was Lena who broke the kiss, panting heavily against the Draenei's neck. No word came from her, but Saliara could tell how desperate she was to cum, to blow her load, their tits pressed against each other.

Bestial instincts overcame Lena's mind, and her hands gripped the back of Saliara's thighs, pushing them back until her knees bounced on either side of her head, holding the cock-addicted woman in a mating press.

Saliara's eyes rolled back as she felt her own climax nearing, mouth hanging open in a silent scream of ecstasy.

"Fucking... ruin me..." she managed between thrusts. "Fill me!" she cried out, voice hoarse.

The remains of the desk creaked and splintered further as Lena's thrusts grew more erratic, desperate. The sound of their combined juices grew louder, their essences mixed in a puddle beneath them.

"Cum... going..." Lena panted, massive balls tightening, cock throbbing powerfully inside her mewling, gasping whore of a professor, those veins throbbing violently.

Her entire length expanded visibly, distending the Draenei's stomach further, their combined juices combining to create a frothy mixture where their bodies joined.

SQUELCH SQLCH SLLRRPPTTFF...!

Saliara screamed as she came suddenly, violently, nails digging into Lena's back now to leave deep red crescents upon her fair skin. Her hooves kicked wildly in the air as she was taken and claimed.

With a final, cunt-shattering thrust, Lena hilted herself completely inside her professor, the fat head of her bovine cock slamming against the furthest part of Saliara's womb before she began unloading.

Saliara's back arched, the walls of her pussy clenching, squeezing around Lena's cock as the first cumblasts punched her insides with force enough to cause her entire body to shudder with multiple consecutive orgasms.

The sheer volume of cum being pumped up from the paladin's balls caused that fat prick to bulge visibly, balls contracting rhythmically against Saliara's ass.

With eyes widening as she felt that volcanic eruption within her, Saliara cried out until her voice simply gave, pussy clenching, spasming around the tight Seal of Lena's cock, milking that obscene bullprick for all its worth.

After the first few blasts, the woman's stomach began to visibly distend once more as that cumflood continued unabated, each massive rope stretching the professor's belly until she seemed as a woman ready to birth triplets.

The obscene swelling continued with each spurt, skin stretching taut as cum sprayed from around Lena's cock onto the floor below, only adding to the growing puddle beneath them.

Minutes passed, it seemed, before Lena's climax finally began to subside, the paladin slumping forward. Her fat, softening cock, fell wetly from the Draenei's pussy with a lewd slop, followed by a veritable deluge of cum.

Her flared cockhead pulsed weakly as she fell next to the Draenei, a few remaining cumblobs oozing from her tip.

As clarity returned to their minds, they exchanged a glance, sharing a weak laugh, lying together in the devastation they'd wrought.

"I suppose that's one way to learn the magical properties of an object..." Lena said, grinning.

"Indeed," Saliara replied, shifting slightly, every movement causing cum to come bubbling out of her overstuffed pussy.

Before either of them could speak a word more, three sharp knocks sounded at the door, cutting through their moment as a blade.

"Professor Saliara? I've come for my afternoon tutoring!"