Karyn watched as Great Master Jon walked into the cafeteria looking like he had just stepped out of a salon. Of course he would you ignorant slut, Karyn reminded herself, he just had Bio class, and it was his turn for the make-over!
One foot in front of the other, Jon swayed into the room with all eyes on him. His feet, clad in white high-heeled shoes with a two inch platform, made a satisfying sound as they hit the tiles, the echo causing Karyn to get more and more excited as he approached. A yellow apron with a white frill and flower embroidered pocked covered his torso, tied tightly around his waist with a thin piece of material. His behind, Karyn saw as he turned and greeted a friend with a giggle and a wiggle, was clad in a pair of see-through purple panties. Biff had done a great job on Great Master Jon's hair, weaving it high into a beautiful bee-hive, and had done an immaculate job on his make-up as well. His breast forms...
Wait.
Karyn blinked, then shook her head. It couldn't be! Not only was her Great Master sporting an erection that tented his apron out more than two inches, but his breast forms had been replaced with real breasts! Huge breasts pressed the front of the apron, unobstructed by any bra or shirt, not attached by some prosthetic device. No, these breasts were real.
As he approached again, her eyes watched his cleavage heave up and down with each step, causing her to get wetter and wetter and wetter and...
"JON!" she screamed his name in orgasmic pleasure. Karyn wasn't the only one, either. A moment or two later, three more sluts echoed the call, so excited were the diners at his arrival.
Jon sat down, his face flushed, and Karyn immediately took her place under the table, licking his shoes, his ankles, begging him to take off his shoes and rub his feet in her face. It was nice to be able to eat lunch with old friends, even nicer that through the transition of puberty, Jon and Karyn had stayed as close as ever.
Karyn felt Jon's eyes stare down at her, and she dared look up, although briefly, to see what he was thinking. He had picked up a feeding dildo and was absentmindedly sucking on it as he stared down at her. His eyes made her feel hot again, like he was stripping her naked, like he was whipping her in the face with his erection. She hoped that one day their relationship would grow to the point where, on weekends, her Great Master would see her fit for such privileges. She knew that Great Master Jon would normally reserve benefits like those for sluts far more important than Karyn, but they had a shared history, so maybe that would count for something.
Jon's eyes seemed to resolve, then he let out a deep sigh. Pulling the dildo from between his lips, he said, "What do you think you're looking at, whore?"
Normally the Great Master would spit those words with much more venom, but for some reason he didn't seem to be able to put his whole self into it that lunch. Karyn was confused. Was she not doing a good job? She redoubled her efforts, telling him what a skank she was, how dirty and slutty she acted, how she needed him to debase her, how she was even below that. Sure, Jon's erection still strained against his apron, but he didn't kick her, nor did he berate her. Maybe he was mad at her for something. She racked her brain, but couldn't think of a thing that she had done out of protocol.
Worried that she was going to lose her best friend, all Karyn could do was grovel and pray that it wasn't too late.
