Taking Over the Teacher

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Taking Over the Teacher

Chris lusted after his teacher. She was beautiful, popular, intelligent, confident and authoritative. Everything Chris was not. He could barely maintain eye contact, stuttered when talking to people, was quite ugly, was relentlessly bullied and was barely above failing out of school entirely. It all was just unfair to him. His bullies always convinced the teachers that it was Chris' fault, and his inability to talk to people made it impossible to give his side of the story. That's why when the gorgeous Mrs. Whitaker handed back another failed test to him, he couldn't help but glare at her in envy. She stared down at him in disappointment.

"Chris, I know you're having a tough time in math, but with performances like this you leave me no choice but to call your parents." Chris froze. Even with all the bullying, school was preferable to being home with his parents. They were always disappointed in him, no matter what he did. Perhaps that's why he'd stopped trying. His siblings were always perfect in their eyes, and whenever Chris failed to live up to standards they severely punished him. His mom like taking everything away from him that he got joy in, while his dad would just scream at him. At least they didn't hit him, but his soul felt so crushed and empty. Stupid bitch is going to make my life harder again. Screw her and her perfect life. But Chris couldn't say that. He just mumbled something as the other students laughed at him. A look from Mrs. Whitaker cut it off, but Chris' face still flushed with shame. He wished he could go hide in a corner, but had to endure the rest of the school day.

Chris stopped by the public library on his way home. It was his refuge; the one place he could sit in silence. The librarian didn't talk either so he was able to get by with just nods as he meandered to the section of the library that contained old donated books. He loved digging through the old junk people had, imagining living a different life. As he looked through a recent pile of donated books still looking to be sorted, one stuck out to him. It was an old, ratty tome, yellowed with age. He wasn't supposed to take books before they'd been added to the system but something drew him too it. Rifling through the pages Chris was astonished to find a book of supposed black magic. Flipping through the pages he found all sorts of spells. Before he realized what he was doing, he had slipped the book into his bag. Well they hadn't added it to the catalogue yet, so it's not like it would be missed. Chris quickly left with his prize, intent on studying it that night. When he got home his parents ignored him which meant Mrs. Whitaker hadn't called them yet. He could do something tomorrow at school, hopefully.

The next day Chris found himself in detention with Mrs. Whitaker. He tried talking to her earlier, but his anxiety stopped him from even approaching her. He was at a loss, he really didn't want his parents to find out. Chris realized he had the book still. Pretending to do his homework, he slid the book out and started rifling through the pages. Stopping on a page that offered a spell which allowed him to control someone else, Chris spoke the words praying it would work. Instead of controlling Mrs. Whitaker to forget about calling his parents, he turned into a gas and snaked his way to her. She tried to scream and Chris felt himself being sucked up inside of her.

When his senses returned Chris realized he was looking out through his teacher's eyes. Chris' hands explored his new curves as a grin slowly formed on his new face. This wasn't what he was expecting, but now he had the perfect life he'd envied for so long. Locking the door Chris took his exploration to the next level, and was glad the school was empty. Upon finishing Chris realized he could feel something else inside of him, and reaching out to that feeling allowed him to grasp the essence of Mrs. Whitaker still inside the body, sleeping. He quickly tossed his old bag outside, making sure to retrieve the spell book and gathered Mrs. Whitaker's things. Well I can't go home like this so I'll be borrowing your life until I figure out how to fix things, Megan. He felt a thrill taking control of his teacher like that. He made his way to her car and reaching deep inside himself, Chris tugged on Megan's soul to grab the knowledge he needed to drive to her house. The car was nice, so he'd assumed some things already, but her house was huge. Turned out his temporary husband was some big wig engineer and made a ton of money. Megan only taught because she felt educating kids was a noble goal. Prissy bitch doesn't even realize how rough we have it. She teaches as a charity and thinks she's some moral superior. Chris gathered more as he slowly emptied her soul, not realizing or caring. Inside he changed to make dinner, making sure to admire his new form in the enormous walk in closet. As Chris drained more he found himself slipping into Megan's role with ease. He quickly put together some healthy dinner he'd never get to eat in his old body, and when his husband Mike got home he'd found it easy to chat away with him. He found himself really drawn to Mike. He was handsome, charming and treated Chris like a queen. He loved being fawned over, it gave him a sense of power. He found it even easier to seduce Mike to bed. Mike was a stallion and Chris with his newly stolen self was more than a match. He loved living Megan's perfect life.

At school the next day Chris strutted through the halls. The looks of respect and adoration sent shivers down his spine. This was what he wanted. What he deserved. Reaching his class he realized all traces of his old life had disappeared. His name wasn't in the computer and the bag he'd dumped had vanished. Chris shrugged, he was enjoying being perfect too much to care. Throughout the day he reveled in the looks of lust from the teenage boys, feeling powerful and confident. The girls which never gave him the time of day were now looking at him in envy and admiration. They even asked him for advice during breaks, which he was more than happy to give. Chris especially loved putting his old bullies in their place, not buying their usual excuses. It was the perfect day. As Chris readied to go home he reached inside and realized Megan's soul was empty while his was now filled. He realized he could now absorb her fully, and completely become her. He knew this would be it. There would be no going back. Megan wasn't worthy of her perfect body and life. He was. Chris grinned evilly as he ate what was left of her soul. His whole body froze as pulses flooded his senses. With a final puff of magic, the new Megan regained control. She felt it. She was now a new, sexier Megan. Perfect in every way. She finally got the life she deserved.