A piece of art (growth, hyper, seduction, mini-gts, domination)

The students were no strangers to "surprise lectures" like this. Their teacher rightfully gained quite a reputation for being eccentric and unpredictable, but was also regarded as one of the most gifted artists in the whole state. Thanks to this reputation rarely anyone spoke up against her during her frequent tantrums. And because their grades depended on the teachers good will.

Nobody dared to miss out on a course such as this, regardless of how late or unexpected they were.

Like usual the students were kept in the dark for the reason behind this late gathering, but even they felt like something was even more "weird" than usual.

The lecture hall was suited to fit all sorts of art related events. The room was decorated like the odeons of antiquity. A half circle out of marble, with padded seats of course, with rising rows out of the same material and encircled by small stairways from both sides. In front of the marble rows was usually a desk or a little stage for the teacher or the occasional statue. But to confuse the group of students even more there was a bed this time for some reason.

The odeon in a way was a representation of the aspiring artists "standing" within their classes. The more talented or hardworking students were rewarded with seats in the first or second row, while the others tried their hardest to work their way down.

Grace was one of these students. The 5'5" 19 year old barely broke into the second row during the last two months. She worked tirelessly to earn and keep her place, which came at the cost of barely sleeping at all and gallons of coffee to keep her sanity.

Unlike the others, Grace in a sense had to live a "second life" beyond her already demanding arts courses. She drew since her earliest days but her interests got more "exotic" and sexual the older she got. In her teens she started to work on fetish and sex related drawings of all sorts.

This hobby of hers flourished into a serious stream of income, but also in a way helped sharpening her considerable talents with many more different "approaches".

The chubby blonde wasn't one to go all out that much, or generally didn't mind spending most of her time at home or at the college. So all she did was drawing and expressing her increasingly kinky fantasies.

There was barely a fetish she discovered via incoming commissions from her patreons she didn't enjoy. But with increasing internet popularity came more responsibility, which meant even more work.

The blonde was already in a bad mood and every new tick of the painfully loud clock above the entrance enraged her even more. She wouldn't able to keep her stream schedule... again.

"Didn't Ms. Stamper say we should be here at 21:00?" Grace muttered angrily to her neighbour Stacey.

"Yeah... she is late..." her classmate replied. "Got something planned?"

"Kinda... gosh! I swear one day I will just skip this whole shitshow!" Grace hissed.

"No. No, you won't..." Stacey chuckled and shook her head as she looked up to the clock again.

Grace at first didn't look like she had anything in common with her classmate next to her. While Grace was short and obviously had quite a few pounds too much on her waist, Stacey would have been mistaken for being a cheerleader. Dark groomed hair, an impressive chest, an ass that won't quit and legs to boot. Unknown to her Grace masturbated a few times to the thought of spending a night with her.

"If this was just a prank I gott-" Grace was about to rant on again, until the door opened and immediately silenced the whole room full of angrily whispering students.

Ms. Stamper entered. A middle aged woman, good looking, but her looks usually reflected her uncouth manners. She didn't give a

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