Her breathing grew much deeper as the mysterious hands continue to squeeze and grope her sensitive mounds. God, not again not like this. The woman gasps softly as her nipples were tugged on, the attention causing them to harden against the soft fabric. The witch bites down on her lip as she feels her bra being unsnapped. Something was very wrong as the undergarment was slid down her body. Whatever it was, she was not going to be embarassed in class twice in one bloody day.

Kanoe gets up from her chair and heads for the door. If the teacher was going to stop her, she can simply say she has to go to the bathroom. She was a woman afterall. Even if the old man stops her, she was going to leave anyway. Whatever was happening to her, she could only guess that monster from before has something to do with it. It was able to make her body incredibly sensitive without actually touching her, it must be that creature.

The squeezing and rolling intensified, tugging sensations ruthlessly using her nipples! As Kanoe tries to rise, to escape the sensation... she feels something catch! Her uniform was caught on a nail or something on the chair, and she heard the outfit begin to tear a little as she tried to stand.

The teacher looks up towards her, but then looks back to what he was doing. A few of the girls give her flustered face a closer look, but then they turn ahead again. The sensation on her breasts stops, leaving her panting, flustered, and half-standing while a good part of the side of the uniform seems to be stretched out to her seat. Crap, those cheap chairs... if she's not careful, she might tear her uniform open!

No one seems to particularly care about her embarrassment or plight though; only Carol spared her any glances at all. That was something, at least.

Kanoe sighs as the gropings stopped. She already knew what was happening and was less than pleased. The fact that her entire uniform seemed to be clinging to the chair proved it. It wanted to embarass her here, it really needed to find a hobby.

With everyone's focus on the teacher, her hand reaches down towards where the supposed nail was holding her clothes. She will give the thing a warning as a spark flares from the tip of her finger, searing away the very end of what was clinging her clothes. It may create a small hold in her clothes but no bigger than the top of a nail which her jacket will cover. The witch then gets up and leaves the class room. She would be annoyed that she had to damage her own clothes but it was apparent these were not her clothes.

"Unless you want to be ash," she whispers softly once out in the hall, "You will keep this form till I return to my room. I am not in the mood for these stupid games."

She felt the clothes twitch, and then it relinquished it's hold! There was a tearing sound, and it began to rip diagonally up her stomach! But it only cut across Kanoe's flat stomach, barely reaching the underswell of one breast, but still leaving it in shadow.

The teacher froze, blinking at her in surprise, and then waved for the door. "G-go ahead. You're excused." A few of the students stared in her direction, but it wasn't hard for Kanoe to cover the tear and leave the room (and bully the shirt even more as she did)...


As she moves out into the hall, she sees something long and thin slipping out of the hem of the uniform. "Mmm... you are right. But I wanted you to know...

You can't push me around either, girl." He was standing in the hall, hands in his pockets, there so casually as he watched her walk. Smirking a bit, he then gave a slow curtsey... "But it seems you've become stronger since we met. Do you think you'll let the terrible monsters of this place push you around so much, anymore?" Surprisingly, he wasn't spending the time talking to her eyeing her exposure, he was just smirking at her eyes.

Her jaw clenched as the uniform began to tear. With the teacher able to see it happening, the monster lost all subtlety in the matter. She was released from class, leaving her free to return to her room and burn the bloody thing to ash for the stupid prank.

"I could care less, you decided to play a stupid game so you were punished for it," she replies coldly, "You have already tortured me the entire day and altered my body to be an even greater monster magnet, you apparently do not know when to stop. I went to class as ordered. We are done."

She did not even want to cover or smooth her skirt right now knowing that it was just the monster in disguise. The thought disgusted her greatly. If the thing tried anything, she was more than willing to burn her entire uniform to ash and walk home in just her undergarments. The witch was tired, physically and mentally drained from this day's attack. She just wanted to get back to her room.

He whistled lowly, then raised a finger. She felt something shift, and then saw the tentacle that slipped out of her seam followed by another... this one has numerous, incredibly long hairs that slipped and slid; she could feel the uniform twist and contort as they unwove from the fabric. Then she felt something wet in her ear... and surprisingly felt something tiny and slick slip out, landing on her shoulder with a 'plop'! An intense tingling sensation was felt in her breasts... and she saw something dampen the curve of her uniform. Then, push through... a white, thick liquid, which flowed down and began to drip off the witches' fabulous curves.

As she watched, the hairy tentacles and the liquid gathered on the floor, gathering together and forming a thicker, longer one. "Pardon my manners. I'm the one punishing you for skipping out on our agreement. Simply forgetting it exists isn't an excuse." His eyes glinted dangerously as he looked at her. "And I changed you so you wouldn't ~forget~ this time... and so you would appreciate your body more. You are a very lucky woman, you know..."

Then he sighed lightly and shrugged. "You have no right to be upset. I could have done much more, and much worse. Would you like to have been buck-naked in class? I had to stop him... I told my little thing to tear your clothes to shreds if you tried to leave..."

He snapped his fingers, and the tentacle wrapped around his leg, disappearing up his pants. "But... I've given you a bit more consideration... so I expect you do to something for me, whether you like it or not."

The witch shudders as tiny tendrils leave her uniform. Her eyes grow wide as another slips out from her ear. This was disgusting. Her arms wrap around her chest as she feels something leaking from her very breasts. She grits her teeth as she glares at the tentacle that formed from what was on her uniform and in her body.

"How dare you do that to my body!" she hissed, "I don't care about some made up agreement that I have never heard of. Now leave or.."

Her hair began to sway gently as mana began to burn in her veins. She has seen and endured enough from the monster. Kanoe wanted him gone from her life and away from Clarice.

He steps forwards quickly... Icosagon wasn't powerful, per se, but he was fast. She felt his hand plant on a breast, and then she was shoved to the floor! Tentacles lashed out, wrapping around her wrists... and she was -hauled- forcefully through a door, into an empty classroom...

"I'm sorry Kanoe. I hold to my agreements, so if you fail to meet yours... you will have to learn, dear..." He leaned down as she was placed back on the floor of the classroom, on her back; he used his fingers to delicately pry her uniform's rip open, planting a kiss on the curve of one breast.

"I've agreed to leave your love alone, and to not do certain things... and you agreed to do certain things in return. I did things to your body because you broke our terms... and even then, many women would envy that 'punishment'. If I have to remind you of that agreement, I will... but you won't like it." Another tentacle roamed out of his sleeve, sliding up along her arm to enter her uniform, wrapping around one wonderful breast.

"N-No!" she cries out, "Let me go!"

The witch gasps as she was pushed down to the floor. Pain and pleasure rolls through the breast that the creature's hand so brutally grabbed. She struggles as tendrils quickly bind her wrists. Kanoe did the only thing she could now, she screams as loud as she could as the creature drags her into the classroom.

She kicks desperately as she tries to get up off the floor. Her uniform was torn completely open, her bra already removed from earlier. The witch tries to kick the monster away as it kisses her breast. Her skin crawls with that disgusting feeling as another tendril wraps around her breast. A faint sigh leaves her lips as the slimy appendage slithers around the sensitive orb.

"Someone help me!" she screams again.

Her shrieks carried through the classrooms. An awkward minute after they started, she thought she could hear doors opening... she could picture people peering into the hall. But she was no longer there...

And the audio-dampeners in the school were cutting off her most frantic cries, whether she knew it or not. He let her scream for a few moments longer, then a tentacle shoved itself into her mouth to cut off her cries! His mouth continued to lavish attention across her breasts, a deceptively gentle, even sweet, gesture, but his tentacles were far more cruel. Her other tit was similarly seized, her armholes of the uniform used to gain access to her burgeoning assets. Squeezing them made them bulge against her uniform, and the fabric seemed to strain and stretch a little... it's beginning to unravel from his abuse!

His fingers brushed over her undertit, teasing the bulging flesh. He began to whisper something, perhaps French or Italian, as he ran his lips across her nipples. It was terrible... because it felt so ~good~, the rough tentacles rushing blood to her breasts, making them more sensitive to the gentle games of his lips and fingers. Another tentacle, meanwhile, began to slide along her knee, moving up to her thigh...

She shuts her eyes tight as she nearly gags from the tentacle stuffing her mouth. The witch tries to spit it out but it was no use. The student was gagged and bound now with no sounds of anyone coming to her rescue. The creature's lips graze along her breast sending a gentle tingling sensation through the luscious orb. She squirms beneathe the creature, trying to fruitlessly escape the mouth and tentacles that tease her body.

Kanoe could not understand his words but soon it would not matter. Her body shivers as her arms strain against her bonds. Warm lips brush across her nipples, causing them to spark to life as her body began to prepare itself in anticipation. Her heels drag across the floor, trying to push herself away in anyway possible. A muffled gasp leaves the woman as tendrils glide across her pale mounds. Her back arches slightly which did little but cause her bountiful orbs to thrust out further. She could feel the wonderful tingling sensation spread across her chest as heated blood began to pulse inside her firming orbs. Her last attempt to fight back was only to close her things to prevent the slithering tentacle moving up further between her thighs.

The tentacle slowly pushed between her lips, moving and out almost teasingly. She's pulled even deeper into the classroom, her desperate struggles shoving her further along the floor. She's turned over, his lips and hands moving away, and then her body is shoved roughly against the floor!

The tile shoves against her ample tits, squishing and grinding them against the surface as tentacles press down against her back. Shoved against the floor, tentacles starting to caress and stroke her back and arms through her uniform, almost like a massage...

She feels a few kisses along her shoulders, and then her breasts were ~jiggled~ by the tentacles wrapped around them, dragging hard teats along the floor. "Is this a good position for you... to be fucked like a dog?" He whispers in her ear, his tentacle leaving her lips.

Instead, crawling tentacles slid across her thighs, managing to slide across her sex as she tries to block access. Thrusting past her slit, dodging past her legs, she can feel his hot breath along her neck. Other tentacles begin to pull at the back of her uniform, stretching it across her body, starting to tear the rip wider! They were stroking faster, rubbing across her arms and legs and thighs, thrusting past her slit, parting it easily but never entering, her breasts squeezed and mashed about against the floor...

"Mmph!" The woman shakes her head quickly as she is pushed down onto the cool tile. Her entire body shivers as her chest is pressed against the unforgiving hard floor. Hardening nipples drag and rub against the floor sending chills and wild sensations rippling through her heavy orbs. She hated being forced into such a submissive position but already her body was beginning to react to it, knowing well what is to come.

"Nngh..Mm..." Muffled gasps leave her once more as disgusting tendrils along with human hands glide across her back and her arms. Her muscles were tense but the tender massage was quickly melting the fight from them, forcing her body to calm and relax before the creature's touch. The tendril gagging her suddenly left her lips after the mention of being fucked like a dog. The woman's breathing was already heavy, almost panting as tentacles continue to stroke her body. She bites down hard on her lip, trying to fight the urge to groan as her tender large breasts were squeezed and rubbed against the floor.

Slowly she was dragged across the floor, her breasts mashing, rubbing, and sliding against the tile floor. It was a shocking feeling, having her tits grind and flatten into the solid surface, having them slide across it and forcing her mounds to mash higher onto her chest. Dragged by her legs, she felt her thighs pried apart slowly and surely, and then the tentacles stroking across her sex more ardently, vigorously...

“That's it... god, I can't ever seem to have enough of your body. You seem ready down here... are you, Kanoe?” His lips whispered along her ear, and she felt herself held almost like a wheelbarrow, easily spread out and hefted! Her legs at his hips, her belly, cheek, and generous mounds against the floor... at least he stopped dragging, giving her aching nipples a small mercy. But as she felt something thick, pulsing, and warm press against her tender lips, she felt her whole body press to the ground even firmer than before...

"Nngh...Ahh...Please...N-No.." she groans almost blissfully.

It hurt having her breasts mashed and dragged across the floor. But the cool floor eased the pain leaving just the tingling pleasure rolling through her chest. There was nothing she could do to stop the creature. Juices dribbled freely from her exposed slit, trickling down her the teasing tendrils. Her body twitches and squirms, kicking her legs in a feeble attempt to break free of this madness.

She moans half in protest half in bliss as felt something thick rest between her thighs. The witch could guess what it was. Her loins shiver in anticipation as juices ran freely down the thick rod. Slowly, Kanoe's eyes fell shut panting softly against the hard tile floor.