(Originally written by: smartweed76)
“I need to find Sergei,” you say in Mrs. Novanovich's thickly accented voice. As you had been starting to panic about the sudden changes you'd been through, something deep inside of you urgently wanted you to seek out your new husband right now.
Fortunately Sergei also worked at the school as a coach. You run through the corridors of the school, your high heels clicking and clacking, echoing through the hall. You're running as fast as you can in heels and a short, tight skirt, which means your firm, round, heavy breasts and jiggling up and down, bouncing all over your chest as you run. It's an extremely odd sensation.
Finally, you arrive at the weight-lifting room where you know Sergei is usually found.
“Sergei!” you call out urgently.
He gets up from the weight machine he had been working on and smiles at you. Nobody else is in the weight room at the moment. You watch nervously as he walks to the door and locks it.
“Yes, my dove,” he says, his low, dark voice sending pleasurable shudders of delight down your spine. “We are alone now.”
What happens?
