The pussylips slid over his face, leaving only the dangling arms, which slithered into the pink wet maw, their disappearance punctuated by a wet smacking noise. Like someone smacking their lips, he thought, his stomach lurching, after a good meal. For a moment, there was only the sound of her heavy breathing, and the creaking of the old oak desk; and then, suddenly, one hand burst out between the slit of flesh, grasping desperately.

"He's getting out," yelled Brad, "he's breaking free!"

Her eyes still closed, the dean chuckled, shaking her head. "Most boys would have given up by now, but this one's still struggling. So much energy! Oh, he's going to be a wonderful little slave when I'm done with him. But make no mistake, my body is in control now. He just hasn't accepted it yet."

She was right. Between her legs, there was the briefest flash of Austin's face as his head pulled free of his new owner’s maw, now frantic, flushed, glistening slick with pussyjuice; and then his eyes rolled up, he went limp, and head and arm slipped back between fleshy lips, this time permanently.

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Shamelessly 'inspired' by Zub's VoreFan commission: https://aryion.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=55&t=26810&start=440#p2736858

Brad and his friend Austin break into the dean's office to search for evidence that the faculty is secretly kidnapping students to be unbirthed and sold as sex-slaves. Unfortunately for them, they find exactly what they're looking for.

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