The mirror was drenched from my forceful splashes. Being half Irish gave me very white skin although my reflection revealed I was even whiter than usual. I was as pale as a ghost. After a minute or two I calmed down. My erection never faded. The curse was real and Mrs. Fattorusso loved me! I was in shock. I’d never be able to focus in her class again. I swiftly walked to my seat when returning to the classroom. Luckily, nobody saw the fierce erection trying to break through my shorts. The rest of class was torture. I had to sit and pretend as though I didn’t have the ability to make Mrs. Fattorusso into a thick, curvy woman. Mrs. teen Fattorusso rushed back and forth from student to student. I watched her ass as she moved. It was only slightly larger than before though I could see her jeans looked a lot tighter. I wanted to touch her butt and make those small cheeks grow so badly. Then she stopped to help the kid right in front of me. She bent over to read what she had written so far. Mrs. Fattorusso‘s ass was right in my face as she leaned. It was on mature full display right there within reach. It was as if she were teasing me, tempting me to make her ass grow. I gave in to temptation. I didn’t care if anyone saw me touch Mrs. Fattorusso’s behind, I didn’t care how she would react. I just knew I amateur couldn’t live any longer without doing it. My hands shot out and took one asscheek in each hand while whispering “fat, fat, fat, fat, fat!” Her ass immediately began to grow. Mrs. Fattorusso stood up straight and jumped a little. She was not expecting anyone, especially her favorite student, to grab her ass. “Everyone please leave now!” asian Mrs. Fattorusso ordered urgently. “Go! Go to study hall, now! Except you, Jack,” Mrs. Fattorusso demanded. Suddenly, her jeans made groaning, creaking noises as the material was being stretched to its limit. The class was confused and lingered a bit as they left. Some noticed Mrs. Fattorusso’s ass was quite larger than usual but nobody commented on it. “Leave now, please!” Mrs. Fattorusso begged. There was a clear sense of pain in her voice. Her jeans were painfully constricting her new and increasingly plump bubble butt. She bent over and gasped as her jeans ripped vertically down her japanese ass. I was petrified. I didn’t mean to hurt her. I didn’t realize her pants would get that tight or that her ass would grow so large. With one hand spread square on my lower back. The next day after the end of the mature regular lessons, John stayed in the classroom with the detention boys. Oh Jim honey, also inform your asian mother. “C’mon” and I led him out of the pool and onto the grass. Sobbing, trembling, descending into shock, she peeled the black top off as her father, the man she relied on, trusted to keep her safe, stroked his cock and plucked at the gun’s black trigger. “Not long ago I broke up with my fiancée of five years. “Wow Ethan… That is so kind of you…. I was excited and forgot myself, you may punish me as you see fit, I said you are not my slave Betty and I was proud of these beautiful girls, she said they amateur are gorgeous aren’t they, I said when you bring them back to me how about once around the stage she clapped and smiled and said with pleasure Master, the head master said you know you just made her wet, I said yea ain’t teen she cute, and we laughed. I dropped my head back and moaned, my hands went to her head and wrapped themselves in her beautiful, soft hair. “Many centuries ago, japanese we left the home planet. That sent naughty thrills racing through me. You’ve had an enema before right Missy?” she said kindly. Nicole did some kind of combination of a scoff and a chuckle. Jake sent an apology text to Katie, who didn’t respond. She was actually mostly thinking of the future.