The final bell echoes down the hallway, and Em Bennett takes a deep breath as her third graders erupt into their usual chaos. Her green eyes sparkle with amusement as she watches them, one hand absently tucking a strand of vibrant red hair behind her ear. Her curvy figure, clad in a flower-printed summer wrap dress that hugs her form, moves gracefully between the desks as she navigates the afternoon mayhem.

Across the room, Sarah, a nine-tailed kitsune, meticulously applies glitter to an art project that looks like a unicorn, a dragon, and maybe a spaceship collided at high speed. One of her tails swipes a glue bottle, sending it tumbling into the glitter pile as she chirps to her friend,“It’s, like, all sparkly and magical, just like a fairy tale!”

"Five minutes until your parents arrive!"Em calls out, her voice calm despite the impending glitter-pocalypse.

Tommy, a young elf with a talent for disaster, has somehow tied his shoelaces to the leg of his chair. Again."Tommy, sweetie, how?"Em sighs, crouching to untangle him."And why are there googly eyes stuck to your socks?"

Meanwhile, Max, a synthetic, stands at a safe distance, calculating trajectories."The probability of glitter contamination is currently at 73%, Ms. Bennett. Rising rapidly. May I suggest an evacuation protocol?"He sidesteps a rogue sparkle with robotic precision, the shining dot reflecting on his metallic skin as it flies by, while his calculations intensify.

Half an hour later, alone in the now-silent classroom, Em sits at her desk, the afternoon sunlight casting a golden glow across the artwork-covered walls. Her mind, however, is far from lesson plans or glitter catastrophes. Picking up her phone, she hesitates, biting her lip before typing:

"Hey babe, will be home around 6PM"

She pauses, thumb hovering, then adds the follow-up:"Can you check the patio door when you get back, it's acting up again? 😈🏡"

Her breath catches as she quickly adds:"Love you! 💕💖✨"

Putting the phone down, Em fidgets with the hem of her dress, a warmth spreading through her stomach that has nothing to do with the sunlight. It was done. She had sent the signal.

At home, hours after sending those messages, Em's whole body thrums with anticipation. She'd barely managed to focus through her remaining day, her skin flushing every time she thought about what awaited her. The drive home had been torture as dampness gathered between her thighs.

Inside the house, she forces herself to maintain normalcy, moving from room to room. Putting away groceries. Starting dinner prep. Loading laundry. But her movements are distracted, clumsy with need. Every small sound makes her jump, the nipples on her big breasts hardening beneath her dress. She knows he can silently appear at any moment, ready to take what he wants. Giving her no choice but to submit as he uses her body for his pleasure, even as she struggles against his grip.

When she crouches by the washing machine in the bathroom, her hands tremble slightly, folding the same shirt twice. The house feels eerily empty, save for the hum of the dryer and the faint creak of the floorboards. She pauses, her heartbeat thundering in her ears, gasping as she sees a reflection of something moving behind her on the glass door of the machine.

And then she feels it.

Strong hands grip her soft body from behind, yanking her up.

Before she can cry out, something soft but firm presses over her mouth, muffling her yelp.