In Delphox Delilah's class, students learn to use magical spells in present day and historical applications. Owen and Karla, a budding Vaporeon and Nidoqueen couple, quickly learn that skipping ahead a few chapters isn't always a good way to get ahead when one such spell is used by accident.

This is an illustrated series of pictures to serve as a preface for, and accompany, the collab story "Afterhours Absorption" I wrote with !

Art by eos9!

Original Story

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The timbre of the clock’s large hand perked Delilah’s ears. An hour between classes had passed well before she had realized it, so busy was her wrist forging a furious path across papers graded and ungraded. Every interstice or so it would drop the pen, tip practically sizzling, and gently stroke the cheek of her beloved Raichu. Wrist gone flat, the Delphox tucked her chin against her chest to nuzzle and brush her thick fingers against her tutting TA. Giggling, she could feel her padded palm and puffed out cheeks glow with the sparks that ensued thereafter. “Sorry we can’t snuggle in earnest, Richie,” came her rich lilt. “Post- Ability exams is a rough time to get together. I appreciate you being here while I clean up, though!”

“Like I had a choice,” the Raichu smirked as a thick pair of lips pressed against his cheeks.

“Not even a token tut of resistance escaped those,” Delilah grunted when she locked lips and macked on him in earnest, “Warm. Sumptuous. Smoochable.” In between breaths she smothered her shychu with bussing sessions inescapable. “Leathery lips. Right, Richie?” Her free hand continued to flick through papers uninterrupted. Her warm crimson eyes flit across the the chickenscratch between the lines. The written portion of Ability exams never were terribly popular but they proved a necessity in her eyes. It was imperative one be familiar with the nuances of not only one’s own ability but many others as well. An instant was all it took for her to decipher what letter grade deserved to be branded upon its surface. Flirting aside, the plump professor certainly wasn’t one to let her duties to her students falter.

Richie’s only initial reaction consisted of the spreading of warmth across the ridge of his muzzle as his own pair of smoochers pressed shyly into hers, trying to reciprocate the same level of passion and failing quite stupendously. “Y-yeah,” he managed between them. His eyes flitted to the piles of papers she dutifully continued refining as she teased and flirted--damn, she was a pro at this, just effortlessly multitasking while he struggled to so much as keep up!

Brows arched, Delilah curled her meaty hands round a bundle of papers and tapped them beside her bosom buddy. “Would you mind knocking some of these out while I deal with our guests?”

Richie started. “What guests?” A rapping at the door answered the Electric-Type’s question no sooner than it was voiced. He mrrmmfed as he was tapped down into between the forest of fluff that tapered down between his lover’s bosom. “Future Sight is never going to stop being weird.”

“You’re going to keep saying that until you start using it yourself,” Delilah sang, gently pressing down on her little mouse’s head until his tiny body all but disappeared into the fluffy chasm between her immense chest. “Now just sit tight until I say so, alright? This shouldn’t be long.”
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A muffled “Mhmm” served as affirmation.

Shifting in place, her bountiful behind spilling well over the sides of her rotating chair, Delilah cleared her throat. “Come in, come in! How can I help you, Mr. Owen? It isn’t often that someone takes advantage of my office hours on a Friday afternoon.” Lips curled up into a subtle, almost assured grin, she eagerly eyed the husky Vaporeon that shyly sidled into her office.

“How did you? I. Umm.” The Vaporeon sighed. His husky heft jiggled and sloshed softly with every step forward he took to greet her. “Hi, Professor.” Shimmering blue cheeks coating themselves with hues of red, he struggled to tug down his shirt over the distended, gurgling gut it failed to properly contain. The dampened fabric simply clung tighter to his curves, chief among them his prodigious moobs, and only served to further exacerbate the source of the Water-Type’s shame.

Delilah eyed the… rather bountiful frame of the Vaporeon with some manner of delicacy. “You, ah, seem a little different than the last time you showed up to class,” she purred. Her eyes poured over the generous curves and the ill-fitting clothes that did little to cover the former up at all, evident by the small rips forming at their hems. Sheesh, they wouldn’t hold on for too much longer. The work boots he usually wore to class had already long since given up, at least judging by the soft scrunching of his bare toes, each almost too big and too thick to fit in conventional footwear. She didn’t have a terrible need to ask, but there was something tickling about doing so anyway. “What brings you to my office today?”