Jon followed Karen, trying to figure out what he was going to do.
Karen had the stone, he had a raging hard boiclitty and now he agreed to model for Karen's art class. Hopefully this meant with his clothes on, but the feeling in his gut told him otherwise.
"Ummm...Karen?" Jon asked as they reached the classroom. She turned to look at him, and that smile almost made him completely mess up his pants. "What-what kind of modeling?"
"Nude," she said, smirking at him. "Wait, I bet you want to make a better model?"
"Yeah," Jon said, feeling slightly relieved. "So..." He held out his hand for the stone, but she shook her head.
"You'll be fine, Ms. Adams wanted someone who looked natural."
Jon felt the urge to complain more fade away at her words. He nodded, thinking it might be okay. He followed her into the room, which surprisingly wasn't the art studio. Instead, she lead him into the Ms. Adams office, and just through the doorway, he could see students setting up pads of paper. Karen went the door and closed it.
"Ms. Adams said you could undress in here," she said, grabbing a robe. "But if you would feel more comfortable, you could wear your underwear."
"Ummm..." He glanced down at his pants. His di-clitty was still hard, the stain from his cum probably going to grow larger. Karen followed his gaze and her smile grew wider.
"Really Jon? That was what you were doing in there?" Jon blushed deeply as she laughed, and tried not to think about cumming again. He felt the heat growing, and he really, really wanted to masturbate again, but he couldn't. "Need a new pair of undies?" He nodded, his tongue feeling too heavy to say anything. He glanced between the stone and Karen. "I wish Jon's underwear was clean."
As Zoe headed toward her next class, she heard Karen's wish. "Oh, this is just too good. Grant the wish by giving Jon a thong to wear. I also wish that every time Jon swallows cum, including how many times he already has, his ass and hips will grow to rival Kim Kardashian's."
Jon felt his dirty boxers disappear and a clean pair in underwear appear. His pants felt rougher against his ass, but kind of good, especially since Karen gave them to him. Place his backpack in one of the corners, he turned to look at Karen. She waved at him, and said, "Come on. We kind of need a model to get this show on the road."
He nodded, and turned his back to her. He removed his shirt and tossed it over his backpack and then kicked off his shoes then socks. He reached for his pants and glanced back at her.
"Well..." Karen smiled at him. Her shirt didn't do much to head her new breasts, and if anything accented them.
He pushed down his pants, feeling them catch on a bit. His ass jiggled a bit and his clitty nearly popped out of his underwear. He tucked it down, ignoring the jolt of arousal rushing through him and used his underwear to hold it down. He took a deep breath and turned back around.
"How do I look?"
