Ladykassandra - F (is for Fat) Student
The Fat Professor's Unconventional Test
A Curvy Figure in the Classroom
As the final exam period loomed, Professor Kassandra couldn't help but feel a twinge of discomfort. It wasn't just the cramped desk in her small office; it was the name on her roster—a failing student. She hated seeing anyone fail, but she couldn't ignore the numbers anymore.
A knock on the door broke her concentration. Standing before her was the very student who had caused this predicament—a youthful man with wide eyes and a nervous demeanor. He glanced down at the paper in his hands before meeting her gaze once more. "Professor, I—I was hoping we could discuss my grade."
A Deal of Desperation
Lady Kassandra crossed her arms, her ample chest straining against her blouse. She knew what he was here for, and she knew what she wanted in return. "I'm not here to negotiate, son," she said, her voice low and husky. "You failed my class. But since you're so determined to pass, I have an offer for you."
She leaned back in her chair, her stomach rumbling softly. "Turn that failure 'F' into 'F for fat,' and dispose of it in my gut. Prove to me that you're willing to go the extra mile for your education."
A Desperate Bargain
The student's face turned a shade of red as he tried to process her words. This wasn't the kind of deal he had expected—or wanted—but he knew he couldn't afford to fail again. With a deep breath, he nodded. "I'll do it," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Kassandra smiled, revealing a predatory glint in her eyes. "Excellent," she purred, standing up from her desk. "Let's get started."
The Deal Consummated
She led him to her office, where she pushed him onto the desk and began unbuttoning his shirt. He gasped as she exposed his chest, his heart racing in anticipation of what was to come. She leaned in close, her breath hot against his skin. "I want you to think about every ounce of fat you're going to give me," she whispered, her voice low and menacing.
And with that, she sank her teeth into his flesh, tearing into his chest like a predator claiming its prey. The student screamed in agony, but his cries were muffled by the sounds of her slurping and sucking on his flesh. Minutes later, Lady Kassandra raised her head, her cheeks bulging with the stolen fat.
The Cost of Education
She licked her lips, savoring the taste of his flesh. "That's quite a sacrifice you just made," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I hope it was worth it."
The student lay there, panting heavily, his chest covered in bite marks and bruises. He nodded weakly, tears streaming down his face. "It's not just about passing your class," he managed to say between sobs. "It's about surviving college."
And with that, he pushed himself off the desk and fled the room, leaving behind a trail of blood and tears. Professor Kassandra watched him go, a cruel smile playing on her lips. The lesson had been learned, and the price had been paid. All that remained was for her to grade the test—and enjoy her meal.
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