Strolling down the hall, her body warped and distorted, her skin turning dark and her hair kinking up into luscious curls. Still connected to Thomas’ mind, she realized that she wore the form of the teacher he had had a crush on in high school.

Her name was Ms. Martin, and she wore a bright yellow dress that hung to her ankles. Bountiful breasts strained against the fabric, and Lily was sure that Ms. Martin had never worn a dress as low cut as this one. She took her place in a room by the end of the hall and waited like a spider that had set out its web.

The noise in the hallway was muffled, and she leaned against the dry erase board, feeling Thomas’ mind close in on her.

When he pushed open the door, he looked like he did as an adult, but it was the idealized version of himself. Gone was the paunch and slightly thinning hair, his body shimmering with spiritual energy as he finished falling into the deepest of sleeps.

“Hey there, Ms. Martin.” The shit-eating grin on his face told Lily everything she needed to know. Somehow, Thomas was aware that he was dreaming, was aware that he was no longer a high school boy being crushed beneath the weight of society. He was a man now, and had returned to show Ms. Martin exactly what she had been missing.

“Hey there, Tommy.” Lily grinned. “You’ve gotten big, haven’t you?”

“Oh, you don’t know the half of it.” Thomas stepped into the room, the desks closest to him shifting across the room in fear. Lily could feel his desire both for power and for Ms. Martin radiating from him. It was well within her ability to tamper down whatever control he had on his dreams, but she needed him nice and horny for what was about to happen next.

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave, Tommy. I have a class that starts soon.” Lily spread her arms apart, her erect nipples pressing against the fabric of her dress. “Maybe we could meet after school?”

“Fuck, no.” His hand closed around her throat, and he squeezed. “I don’t give a fuck if someone walks in on us.”

Lily grabbed at Tommy’s hands, her fingers clutching uselessly at his own.

“Yeah, that’s right. I’m in charge now.” He pawed at her breasts, easily tearing away the flimsy fabric. “I’m not some scared little shit now.”

Lily dug into his memories some more, revealing flashbacks of a much younger Thomas getting kicked out of class for all sorts of general douchebaggery. There were scenes of trying to get a peek at Ms. Martin’s bra, or staring contemplatively at her ass while she lectured. For him, half the fantasy was overturning the authority figure role.

“Please,” she begged, her hands moving to his chest. “You’re too strong for me.”

“That’s not all I am.” He unzipped his pants, revealing a dream enhanced cock, easily twice as long as it should be.

“That’s… so much bigger than…” She choked for dramatic effect, her eyes going wide.

“Bigger than what?” He released his grip slightly.

“My boyfriend’s. Oh, please don’t put that in me, I’ll be too loose and he’ll know I cheated on him.” She felt his desire spike, and in the real world, she was stroking his cock through his pants.

“Maybe if you suck it, I won’t fuck you.” He moved his hand off her throat and put it on top of her head.

“Yes, Tommy.” She sank down to her knees and opened her mouth wide. Thomas grabbed her by the ears and face fucked her, hard. Here, in the Dreamscape, this had no more effect on her than a wide yawn, but she choked and gagged, putting on a show.

“Take it, bitch.” He bottomed out in her throat, and she summoned spit and tears, her mascara running down her face. When he pulled out of her, a thick strand of spit connected the two of them.

“More!” she begged, pulling him back into her throat.

“Yeah, you really are a whore, aren’t you?” Thomas let out a groan. “Shit, I’ve fantasized about this since tenth grade.”

“Oh yeah?” Lily asked, but with a dick down her throat, it was little more than a gurgle with emphasis.

“All the boys did. Do you know how many times I used to beat it to your yearbook photo? All of us knew you were into sucking cock, and—” he grunted, then pulled himself out of her mouth before he could blow his load.

“Tommy, what’s wrong?” Lily crawled toward him on her knees, her yellow skirt catching on the floor. “Please, I need it. Give me back your cock.”

“Not yet,” he hissed, taking another step back. “I want more than a blowjob. Bend over your desk.”

“Tommy, no, my boyfriend—”

Thomas grabbed Lily by the hair and pulled, moving her over toward the desk. He gave her a shove, and she fell forward on her belly, manipulating her skirt so that it fell across her lower back, revealing a garter belt and long stockings. She wore black, lacey panties that were easily torn off of her rear with a single grab.

“Fuck you, Ms. Martin.” Thomas penetrated her from behind, and Lily let out a howl of delight, her hands grabbing the desk. He pumped her ferociously, slapping her ass every few seconds and calling her every name he could think of.

“Tommy, please, my boyfriend will know!”

“I don’t give two fucks about your boyfriend, I’ll beat his ass, too.” Thomas was fucking her hard enough now that the desk was scooting a couple inches every other thrust. In the real world, Lily’s hands were clamped around the base of his cock, stroking him ferociously.

“Oh, I’ve never felt so full, I’ve never felt so… oh, shit, I’m coming!” Lily felt a burst of fire rip free of her, an orgasm of her own on command, and she let out a cry of pleasure, shame, and rage all at once. It was all about putting on a show for the dreamer, and she was determined to collect her reward.