Brain Drain

“You wanted to see me, Ms. Lowenthal?” Emily stuck her head in the open doorway of her teacher’s office and smiled.

“Yes, please come in and have a seat. Close the door.”

Emily did so and obediently sat down, eager to learn what her favorite professor had asked her here for.

Ms. Lowenthal was the favorite professor of many students at the school. She was funny, encouraging, and obviously brilliant, and taught classes across the entire physics department, from entry-level Bodies in Motion to the graduate-level Advanced Topics in Superfluidity. She was also gorgeous and single, a fact that many of the male – and some of the female – students fixated on.

Emily, although no lesbian, definitely found the woman on the other side of the desk exciting to look at. Six-foot-two, she was blessed with a cartoonishly-exaggerated hourglass figure, much more Jessica Rabbit than Particle Physicist. Her narrow waist sat atop wide hips, while a pair of enormous breasts, easily G-cup or larger, topped her otherwise slender torso. The only thing that was a little odd about her was her rather large head – she had a surprising amount of forehead that she obscured with her bangs.

“Emily, you are one of the most promising students in my freshman class, and I know you’ve been looking at Physics as your major–”

“Yes, I’m very excited to declare and join the program full-time.”

“–yes, and, well, I wanted to make sure that this wasn’t because of my undue influence.”

“Your– what?”

“My influence.” Ms. Lowenthal stood and made her way out from behind the desk. “I understand that my presence in the lower-level classes can sometimes give students an… inaccurate impression of what life as a physicist is like.” She was now standing alongside Emily, who suddenly was very aware of every inch of the teacher’s amazing body.

“I’m… I’m sure that’s not it,” Emily stammered out. “I’m interested in physics for other reasons.” She was just hard-pressed to remember them at the moment.

“Oh, that’s wonderful! Then welcome to the physics department.” She threw her arms wide and beckoned for Emily to give her a hug.

Emily’s head sank into Ms. Lowenthal’s ample bosom, and time seemed to stop in the office. Unbeknownst to her, a green glow appeared in her professors eyes, and as Emily sank deeper into her stupor, the aura enveloped Emily’s skull.

“Oh, Emily, you really are a wonderful girl,” Ms. Lowenthal cooed to her new star pupil. “You’re going to keep me all fat and happy for a nice long time to come.” In fits and starts, Emily’s excess mental energy drained away from her mind and into Ms. Lowenthal’s already incredible intellect. Her complexion brightened, her breasts grew perkier, her hips wider, and, subtly, her skull expanded just ever-so-slightly, her perfectly-styled hair shifting to compensate.

After about a minute, Ms. Lowenthal released the embrace, and Emily stepped back woozily. “Oh, are you OK, darling? I think you fainted there for a minute from the excitement.”

“I do feel a little… weird.” Emily slumped back into the chair, slightly pale.

“Why don’t you go take a nap in your room. You’ll feel better later.”

“I should go take a nap in my room. I’ll feel better later.” She stood. “Thanks, Ms. Lowenthal.”

“Welcome to the physics department, dear, and feel better.”

Emily opened the door, and shaking her head to clear it, left.

It wasn’t as if Emily was permanently incapacitated, Ms. Lowenthal mused. Just a little under-the-mental-weather for a few hours. It was like drawing blood, in a way. She checked her mental calendar for her next appointment and licked her lips. One of her grad students was coming for their monthly “advising session” shortly, and if the tightness of her bra was any indication, she’d have to go on a wardrobe-updating shopping spree soon afterward.

“I love college,” she purred.