Girlfriend with Testing Device Ch. 19

"Ooh," Emma purred, "you were right, they are super hot."

"Emma!" Slut squealed, her face going luminously red. I didn't even know she had the capacity for that level of embarrassment. Elizabeth just smiled smugly.

Sam cleared her throat.

"Not as hot as you of course, Sam." Emma laughed, giving her a hug. Now it was her turn to blush.

I wasn't so sure about that, I thought, my tits are way hotter.

Emma leaned up and gave Sam a kiss, which, after a small bit of reluctance on his part, turned into something deep and passionate.

Elizabeth clutched her hands into fists.

"Wait, hold on," said Elizabeth, squinting at Emma. "Don't I know you from somewhere?"

Emma broke the kiss and turned to give Elizabeth a once over. She bit her lip as she let her eyes linger on every handsome curve of my girlfriend's amazing body.

"Um, maybe?" she concluded. "You look familiar but I can't quite place you. I go to a lot of parties? Maybe we've just seen each other around?"

"Oh!" realization crept over Elizabeth's face. "Oh my god, you're right. I remember you now!"

Elizabeth looked back and forth between Emma and Sam, a plan percolating in her mind.

"You know what?" Elizabeth gave a bright ominous grin. "Any friends of Slut's are friends of ours. We should all get together sometime, get to know each other a little better. Like a double date or something."

Slut squirmed a little, but I wasn't sure if it was because she had been left out or because of her plug.

"Double and a half," Elizabeth corrected herself, taking sluts discomfort as the former. "After all you're the social lynchpin here."

"Oh cool, yeah. That could be fun." Emma laughed. "And if everything goes well, we can make it an orgy."

Sam blushed. Shit, she had a cute blush.

"Great," grinned Elizabeth. "Dinner tonight at Albert's? 7:30?"

"Wait what?" I turned to look at Elizabeth. It's not like we had plans or anything for tonight, but still, that was a little soon.

"Uh." Emma and Sam looked at each other. Sam shrugged.

"Sure? It's after practice, I'll be hungry."

"Slut?"

"Of course!" she beamed. "I might have to shuffle a few guys around, but I wouldn't miss it for the world. I feel like its been forever since we hung out. I was kind of starting to worry you were still mad at me or something."

"Great! Then it's a date. We'll see you all there. Now if you'll excuse us, we have class to get to."

"We do?"

"Come on!" Elizabeth grabbed my arm and started dragging me off. Slut was waving goodbye as we turned the corner.

"You know what?" I said, "a date tonight actually sounds really nice, baby. There's been so much crazy going on lately that maybe just getting away and enjoying ourselves for a bit is exactly what we need. I'd kind of prefer it if it were just the two of us, but they seem nice. I'm sure it'll be fun.

"Evan do you have any idea who that was?" Elizabeth was half whispering even though we were well out of earshot.

"Some girl you met at a party once?"

"No, Sam!"

"She's on the football team, isn't she?"

"Evan, Sam is like number one on my list of guys who got away."

"Wait you used to date?" I giggled, "She was acting like she'd never met you. Why haven't I heard this story?"

"Well, okay so date is maybe a strong term. We never dated or anything. Or even really got the chance to know each other, I would always chicken out, oh my god. But Sam's like... every girl on campus has been drooling over Sam ever since she joined the team.

I bit my lip as I thought back to her juicy ass. I could sure see why.

She's hot, she's athletic, she's nice, she's charming, funny, and she knows how to treat a girl right. Plus I heard she's really got something special going on downstairs if you catch my drift.

I giggled again.

"And I mean, I'm not the only girl who feels that way. At every party there's always a ton of girls trying to hook up with her. She probably doesn't even remember my face from the crowd, but I swear I must have tried to pick her up like half a dozen times. I used my best moves! And every time she just politely - gentlemanly - turns me down. Do you have any idea how infuriating that is?"

"I can imagine."

"So I always figured she's just not interested. She's turned down her fair share of guys too, so it's not like she's gay or anything either. I thought, okay, maybe she's just asexual or whatever, but then - oh my god - we round the corner and there she is holding hands and making out with some random-ass party slut? I'm so angry right now. What does that skank have that I don't, huh?"

"Well," I raised an eyebrow, "she was single for starters."

"Oh my god, Evan, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. Don't worry." she waved a hand at me dismissively. "This is all such ancient history. This was a whole other lifetime ago."

"Was that why you invited them out? To let bygones be bygones?"

"Oh hell no. That son of a bitch just ended up top of my list. This evening the only thing she'll be dining on is a dish served cold -- revenge!"

"Really?" I stopped dead in my tracks, hand on hip. "Elizabeth, you can't go around saying stuff like that."

"Oh, come on," she said, slowing down but not stopping, "that was a good line."

"It was a villain line." I took a few quick steps to catch up. "You are literally being villainous right now."

"It was a joke!"

"So your not going to swap Sam around tonight?"

"Oh, no, no, I totally am."

"Baby-"

"Look, we'll talk about it after class okay? Look, we're here."

We stood outside the old English building. It was one of the few original buildings still standing from the university's original campus. The ivy grew up to choke the walls so thickly that you couldn't even see the old architecture in places. Originally it had served as a house for the entire arts and humanities umbrella, but as the school developed, all of the various faculties thereunder found homes on campus elsewhere, leaving the faculty of English as the sole occupant. That was my understanding at least -- I hadn't been inside there since freshmen year.

"I still don't understand why we're here." I said as we stepped into the lounge outside the main theater. A handful of girls were hanging around all desperately reading the Iliad. While the exterior was so old it was practically a selling point, they had renovated the interior not too long ago to convert the old library space into additional various lecture halls, taking the opportunity to modernize the rest of the space as well.

"We've got class, remember?" Elizabeth stuck out her tongue as she swung around with the device.

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"Baby, that's what I've been trying to tell you." I said, "Come on, I want to get a good seat!"

"Calm down," Elizabeth laughed, "we still have like ten minutes."

"Yeah, but I like to get there early and settle in."

I grabbed Elizabeth's hand and poked my head in through the door - the class was about half full and people were piling in through the other doors. It was a pretty straight forward lecture-theatre style set up, with space for the presenter down front and rising platforms featuring desks for the students.

"Come on," I said, making my way for the front of the class.

"No, no, hold on, we're sitting in the back."

"What? Why?"

"You're going to want a good view of what's about to happen. Trust me." My heart dropped as she said those words.

We took our spots at the back of the class. Sure enough, we had a perfect - if distant - view of not only the podium but all the other students as well.

"Alright baby, what are you up to?"

"Up to? Me?" she said, feigning innocence. "Why would you assume I'm up to something?"

I raised an eyebrow at her.

"Okay, okay," She pulled out the device and put it on the desk in front of her. "Evan, the prof who teaches this class is like, super high priority on my revenge list."

"Oh my god. Baby, I thought we talked about this?"

"We did!" she sighed. "And you were right. At the mall, there were... casualties, and that wasn't my intention. I'm not cruel, Evan. This time it'll be cleaner, tighter. I won't ruin his life or anything, and I won't hurt anyone else, I'm just going to humiliate him. And yes, I know that wanting this is bad, but you know what? I'm honestly not angry at those girls from yesterday anymore. I really do feel better having gotten my revenge. So this'll be the same. I'll get payback on this asshole of a prof and then I'll be free to move on with my life, even if he never realizes it. Besides," she pulled a USB key and her laptop out of her bag. "I've got a plan for this one and everything. It's going to be great."

"Baby..." I said, my stomach lurching. "I don't know if I can be a part of this."

"Evan... please?" She gripped my hand. "This is important to me. I need this."

"Look, honestly, baby, after everything that's happened..." I glanced down at my tits, "I don't know if I'm super comfortable with this sort of thing any more. Even if you're swapping them back afterwards... I've just lost my appetite for it all."

"Look, Evan, the truth is that I'm going to do this with or without you. I want to do it with you - I like you, Evan - but if you say no its not going to stop me. Don't you at least want to be aware of it? Instead of sitting there going mad trying to figure out what it is I'm giggling to myself about?"

"I mean" I looked into her eyes, "I was kinda hoping you would just have a change of heart."

"I'm sorry," she glanced down, "but this is something I have to do."

I couldn't help but feel scorned. Once again, everything was starting to feel completely out of control. I gripped my fist tight.

"Fine." I sighed. "But only because I know deep down that you'll do the right thing, that you want to do the right thing. I - I love you, Elizabeth. I trust you."

"Thank you." She smiled. A small genuine smile. She wrapped her arms around me. "You have no idea how much that means to me." We shared a small moment, then she sat back up and steeled herself as she gazed down upon the classroom.

"Let's get warmed up, shall we?"

I looked around the now mostly full room. It was weird. I'd been in this class all year but I couldn't for the life of me remember anything about it. None of the other students even looked familiar. Well, a few did, I guess -- there were a few people here from that party this past weekend that I recognized. A pair of the guys from the make out competition were sitting in the front, one wearing a flirty little top and filing his sparkling nails, the other flirting demurely with the muscular girl next to him.

"Warmed up?"

"Yeah, got to get the creative juices flowing, you know? Here, keep your hand on the device. Look."

I followed her gaze to a radiant blonde wiggling her way into the room. She must have been planning on partying later because she had this elastic skirt on and those long elegant legs of hers were wrapped in thigh-high fishnet stockings. Topping it off was a tight little blouse with the buttons down low enough to give everyone an ample view of her cleavage. Her makeup was also on point, but was obviously something that was going to be done up further when the time was right. She must have been hot because every gynophilic eye in the house seemed drawn to her.

She sat down in the front row and pulled out some books, seemingly reveling in all the attention the nearby guys were giving her. One guy in particular, a shy looking nerd seated in the row behind her, had a perfect vantage point to look right down her shirt. He had his phone out and was trying to discretely take photos. He probably thought no one would notice.

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In less than a blink, the woman's body was gone, replaced with the pudgy frame of the nearby nerd. The blonde didn't even miss a beat as she crossed her legs and brushed back a long blonde lock of hair, gently adjusting her shirt to try to show off her chest better, but to no avail.

The nerd, oblivious to the fact that the body he had just been lusting over was now right under his nose, kept filming, sneaking peaks down the blondes now non-existent cleavage.

A jock nearby was so distracted staring at the girl that he almost tripped over the lectern platform as he made his way across the floor. "Oh," Elizabeth pointed the device at him. "Let's teach him some grace, huh?"

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The jock's foot fell almost midstep as his clunking heavy tread turned to a dainty feminine stride. He practically glided across the room, his hips and ass swaying sexily with each tiny step, his hands held out to his sides just so, his wrists bent elegantly.

I scanned around to find out who had been on the other end of this one. The girl with the nerd's body had spread her legs and had her shoulders out, sprawling over her seat in what appeared to be an attempt to take up as much room as possible

"Ooh, ooh, and see that couple over there?" She gestured to a pair down in the far corner. A girl was snuggling over into the seat of the cute looking boy next to her. He had his arm wrapped around her and was gently, almost idly rubbing her back.

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Suddenly the boy seemed to squirm a bit and then the two of them sat up and smiled at each other awkwardly. The girl reclined back into her seat invitingly and the boy leaned forward and snuggled over onto her. She put her arms around him protectively.

"What did you do?" I asked. Elizabeth was shaking her hand like the device had just burned her.

"I swapped their roles. Now he's the girlfriend in the relationship." She laughed. "It's actually kind of cute, but, oh my god, I'm mostly just curious how that plays out during sex, you know?

That's about when the professor walked in. I was honestly shocked. I don't know how I'd been in this class all term and I've never noticed, but he was gorgeous. He was an older guy, sure, but he was well built and muscular, clearly one of those men who really took care of themselves. He was dressed either ironically or old fashioned in a tweed sweater, slacks and brown shoes, but he really made it work.

Let me tell you, I don't normally go for older guys, but he was definitely doing it for me. It was like he had this elegant charm around him that spoke of wealth and intelligence and good breeding. It probably didn't hurt that he greeted the class with this rich masculine voice and spoke in a perfectly pronounced British accent. Oooh, I could see why there were so many girls in this class.

I shifted around in my seat as my dick stirred to half mast. I did my best to will it away, but there was just no helping it. I shuddered. God, what a profoundly uncomfortable sensation. I don't know how girls lived with these damn things.

"Good morning everyone." He said. There was a splattering of mumbled response. Mostly from the girls in the front few rows. He fuddled around with his computer at the lectern while the projector hummed to life, displaying on the screen behind him the subject of today's lecture.

I had a sudden moment of panic as I realized I couldn't remember a damn thing we've covered in the class so far. I turned to Elizabeth in alarm but she was too busy adjusting the device and bringing it to bear.

"Okay," Elizabeth whispered, barely containing a giggle. "Watch this."

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"I hope you've all done your reading." the professor began, "Because today we're going to dive right in and talk about how I'm an enormous little dicked baby." I did a spit take.

He clicked to the next slide which showed simply a picture of a man's naked crotch with a very small dick. "We're also going to be covering," he continued, not missing a beat "why pathetic little bitches like me are such sissy boy-sluts, and, of course, into how this ties into the rest of the curriculum, specifically in regards to how horny masochistic bottom bitches can't live without cock and need smart strong women to tell them what to do. Now pay attention because there's a lot to cover today."

I tried to disguise my giggling as a coughing fit but it was no use. Elizabeth just couldn't hold it in either. Our snickering broke into laughing so hard that the whole class turned to glare at us. Elizabeth covered her mouth with one hand as she ran for the back door, clearly not trusting her ability to hold it in. I followed.

We had barely cleared the door when she let it all out, her laugh became a howl echoing through the hallway.

"See? See?" she managed to gasp out between fits of laughter. Did I not tell you that this would be hilarious? She laughed some more, leaning into me for support as her hysterics made her dizzy. "Holy shit, holy shit, I cannot believe that worked!"

"What did this guy do to you again?" I wanted to argue with her or chastise her, but the whole thing had been so unexpected I couldn't help but grin.

"Uhg, oh my god." she groaned, rolling her eyes. "What didn't he do? For one - and I hate using this word - he's a misogynistic piece of shit."

"Wait, what? How so?"

"Alright, so, we had this big essay last semester, right? Worth a ton. I went totally ham on it. Slaved over it. Didn't leave the library for a week. Did a ton of original research. This paper, Evan, I was so proud of this fucking paper. And what does that asshole do? He gives me a D. A D! He claimed that by focusing so much effort on the historical and feminist perspective I had drifted too far away from the central objective if the assignment. He said I'd gone wildly off topic. He didn't fail me over it but it tanked my final marks so hard it dragged my whole average down. I had to work my fucking ass off sucking up to his stupid essay metrics just to stay afloat."

"What!? I... I'm sorry baby, I don't remember any of this."

"That's not even the worst part though. He said that a feminist perspective is all well and good, but I should let the material inform my perspective instead of trying to force things that didn't fit. Can you believe this guy? Well, I'll show him forcing things in that don't fit." She laughed. "He does, like, study groups with a bunch of the front row bimbos too, at his house of all places. He said I had potential and that I could probably improve my mark if I joined. The perv. He treats all the girls in his classes that way. Like, at first, I thought he was kind of hot, you know?"

I nodded. I couldn't really blame her.

"But then you see what a shitty person he is and it just... It makes me so mad."

"I'm sorry, baby." I put my arms around her and pulled her in tight. "I wish you'd told me. I could have been there for you, I could have helped somehow."

"Well now's my chance to get some revenge. Let's see how all those bimbos like him when I'm done with him!"

"Baby," I sighed as I pulled back, "you've got to stop talking like that."

"Huh?"

"You're talking like a fucking cartoon villain."

"What?" she pouted. "I am not."

"Baby, come on you could totally say he'd rue the day he met you and it wouldn't at all sound out of character right now."

"But, but... I'm not the bad guy here. You know I'm the good guy in all is right?"

"Of course." I hesitated for a moment before saying it. "Even if you can make it hard sometimes, you'll always be a good person to me, you know that." I sighed as I glanced back to the class door. "Do you really have to ruin him though? What's your plan here?"

"Oh, you'll see. You'll see."

"Ah! You're doing it again!"

"I was not!" she laughed. "Come on. Let's get back in. I don't want to miss one bit of this."

We were glared at once again as we stepped back into the classroom and retook our seats. The professor, ever the professional, continued to lecture enthusiastically. He was going over - in graphic detail - how he had wet the bed until he was sixteen. The slides he was displaying looked like they had been sourced from the Wikipedia article on micropenises.