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Fifteen was an awkward year for every teen; It’s the age when one transitions from their old self into a new identity with their sub gender. For most, it was exciting, but Kai only felt miserable as he fought through the headaches and cramps that were plaguing him. Fortunately, the symptoms didn’t last too long, and in only a few weeks, he had fully presented.
Omega.
It wasn’t the most surprised he’d been before, but he could admit he was slightly whiplashed at the result. He was born with female anatomy, so being a beta was what he and his family had banked on, especially with his mom and dad both being betas. He tried to stay optimistic as his body was changing rapidly, but as he stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, attempting to pop a pimple that had cropped up on his chin, he had a sour feeling in his stomach. He winced at the sharp stinging he felt anytime he touched the red bump, and after minutes of pain, he finally gave up, shoved a pimple patch on the intrusion, and huffed as he examined his face. He had lost some definition in his cheeks, the sharp lines that used to divide his features rounding out.
He contemplated smearing concealer on it before his alarm roused him from his thoughts. Late. He was running late.
He snapped out of his self-loathing daze and ran his fingers through his hair. The uniform he’d laid out the night prior glared at him, and he didn’t have the time to change his mind. He grabbed the dress pants from the shelf and began to pull them on. They used to be so baggy, but now they were a struggle to get over his ass. He jumped up and down to get some leverage to pull them up, wishing he’d taken his doctor's advice and tracked his calories like all his friends did during their transitions.
By the time they were on, he was sweating and overexerted. He felt gross even though he had just exited the shower. He didn’t want to risk his grades by getting a tardy, so he finished dressing and ripped out of the house to his mom's waiting car.
The second the vehicle was screeching to a stop in front of the school, he was bombarded by his best friend, who shoved his phone playing a looped thirst-trap of his boyfriend in his face. “Did you see this one yet? He’s so sexy, I could melt!”
“Not yet, Beomie, I woke up late again.” He was scrubbing his eyes with his hands as he spoke.
“You need to start drinking caffeine,” Beomgyu said matter-of-factly.
Kai was absent-mindedly kicking a pebble on the ground. “I told you my mom doesn’t let me.”
“And what? You still let your mommy tell you what to do?”
The younger was planning on throwing something back at him, but he was suddenly being dragged by the wrist toward another student. “Taehyun~” Beomgyu called.
The smaller boy flinched in surprise, readjusting his glasses on reflex. “What’s up?”
“Did you finish the Econ homework?”
“Yeah…” Taehyun’s big eyes held suspicion.
“Can I pleasee look at it? My test is second period, and I couldn’t study because I was babysitting.” For added effect, Beomgyu dropped to his knees and bowed at the younger student’s feet.
“M-maybe another time, I have to speak with Ms. Kim before classes start.” Taehyun scratched his arm nervously before grabbing his bag from the ground and saying a reluctant “goodbye.”
Beomgyu crossed his arms in disbelief. “That dumb bitch! Last week, I got caught smoking in the bathroom while he was in the stall next to me, and I took the blame for it! Next time, I’m not doing him that favor.”
Kai mustered the most sympathetic look he could, which was near impossible, and gave him a pat on the back. “Econ’s not that hard, I’m sure you’ll be fine as long as it’s multiple choice.”
“Ugh, it better be. I wasn’t babysitting last night, by the way. Yeonjun brought over some new strain of pot to try, and turns out it was more potent than we thought.” He shrugs nonchalantly. “Passed out before seven P.M. and didn’t wake up until five in the morning. I would’ve studied then, but I was too hungry.”
Kai wasn’t sure how he came to be acquainted with someone like Beomgyu, an out-of-control beta who struggled to take any responsibility. It didn’t help that his boyfriend was a senior who dealt drugs to the entire school and was one tardy away from being expelled. Needless to say, being on Choi Yeonjun’s bad side meant hell.
Kai himself was the textbook definition of well-behaved. He always had his homework done days in advance, he helped with chores around the house, and he made sure to be polite in every interaction. He might’ve only been a freshman, but he was more mature than Beomgyu and Yeonjun combined. “Maybe next time he offers, you should decline and study instead?”
The older male scoffed at him. “Don’t be ridiculous, I just won’t smoke on an empty stomach again, that’s all.”
“Whatever you say.” Kai could hear the bell blaring and began to pull the beta along with him into the building.
They only had first period together, to Kai’s luck. Beomgyu was loud and disruptive and insisted on being seated next to the freshman, even though it was seen as “uncool” to associate with them. He suffered through the first hour of the day before parting ways with his friend to go to his maths class. He kept his head down in the halls, per usual, not wanting any attention drawn to himself.
Being freshly presented, he could tell the alphas had a heightened sense of him being near. The school required suppressants for everyone over sixteen, assuming everyone under that age could control themselves, and so far, it had worked. However, he was still on edge and preferred to hide in the shadows as much as possible.
He could feel eyes on him as he took his seat in the maths lab. The teacher had been smiling at him when he looked up, and he returned the gesture although it felt uncomfortable for some unknown reason. He tried to shake it off as he removed his supplies from his bookbag.
Mrs. Lim, the instructor for the class, had just begun her introduction when he felt a jab in his side. He gave an irritated glance at the perpetrator. “Do you have a pencil?” The voice whispered.
It was none other than Kim Sunoo, a renowned creature of sexual deviance; a slut. He presented as an omega at only fourteen and had assumed the role instantly. A bubble was being blown between his cherry-red lips as he tapped his heel-clad foot on the linoleum.
“Oh, uh, sure.” Kai dug through his pencil case to retrieve the item.
“Thanks.” Sunoo smiled with fake sincerity and turned to play with his hair again.
Kai knew he wasn’t getting that pencil back. He also knew he could never be that version of an omega, no matter how much his hormones raged. The sheer idea of sex gave him goosebumps, and he planned to save himself for when he met the right alpha.
He managed through several algebraic expressions before class was dismissed. He was heading out the door when Mrs. Lim called him over, closing the door behind the last student and leaving an awkward silence in the air as she studied him. He instinctively took a seat at his desk out of respect.
“Mr. Huening, are you having any struggles at home that you need to discuss with a trusted adult?”
The question caught him off guard, he almost thought he wasn’t hearing her correctly. “Struggles at home? Like, studying?”
“Not exactly. More like… physical altercations. Being disciplined in an old-fashioned way.” She was picking the words methodically.
He studied her expression. “No, everything’s great at home.”
She gave him a sympathetic smile, “It’s okay, this is a safe place. There have been… allegations circling recently. Allegations that abusive practices are being used in your household.”
He furrowed his brows in confusion, and a rising feeling of anxiety squeezed his lungs. His parents had never been abusive, they were the model parents. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. My parents are great, they love me.”
Her face was pensive as she clasped and unclasped her hands in her lap. “I understand, but sometimes victims are blind to their circumstances until the truth is brought to light. The safety of my students is my first priority, you don’t have to feel scared to talk about it.”
He squirmed uncomfortably in the chair, staring at his shoes. The sound of her heels clicked on the ground, and he looked up to see her standing in front of his desk. “I don’t want to have to report these allegations to law enforcement; they’d most definitely want to place you in the care of a foster family while they conduct an investigation, and I’ve heard that they often separate siblings.”
Tears were threatening to spill, and his lips wobbled. Still, he pushed out the words, “Please don’t.”
“Mr. Huening, please look at me.”
He slowly lifted his head to meet her gaze. Her expression was concerned, but her eyes shone with an emotion he didn’t recognize. “Trust me, I don’t want to, sweetie. I just want to be sure that you aren’t being harmed.” She reached a hand out to swipe his bangs from his eyes.
He flinched at the touch, becoming more distraught the longer he mulled over the consequences of his parents being reported to the police.
“Come, sit here.” She patted the top of her large desktop.
He struggled to get up with his legs shaking and heart thrumming in his chest. “I’m licensed to administer medical exams to ensure the safety of students, okay? I just want to take a look to confirm that you’re not being harmed.”
He was consumed with anxiety and wasn’t thinking straight. Images of his parents laughing and smiling flitted through his mind as he tried to remember any time they could’ve done something even slightly harmful to him or his siblings.
Mrs. Lim’s fingers lightly grazed over his neck and exposed skin, humming as she assessed him. The air felt stale, but he took a lungful of it in as she tugged at the bottom of his sweater. “I’m going to lift this so I can examine, okay, sweetheart?”
He gulped, face burning. “I-I don’t think that’s necessary. I’m okay, I promise.”
A look of irritation passed her expression, quick to be replaced with the tender one from before. “It’s either this or an inspection from authorities when your parents are being investigated.”
His eyes widened at the prospect, and the atmosphere was tense as he weighed the options. He was biting his lip so hard he drew blood, succumbing to the request and letting his arms drop from where they were blocking her. She wasted no time and pulled the sweater off, exposing his chest and pale belly. She started by running her fingertips over his back, commenting, “Looks good, no visible marks or bruises.”
The omega squirmed with discomfort as she inspected his body. She had made her way to his front, tsking as she examined his side. “Are these scratches?”
He twisted his head to see what she was talking about, and his heart leaped when he saw. He had dealt with intense cravings throughout his transition into an omega and had gotten a habit of snacking before bed, causing some extra weight to accumulate in places like his sides, belly, and thighs. He hadn’t put much thought into it before, not even really noticing that red stretch marks had appeared there.
He had never been more humiliated in his life. It was horrifying to explain to her that they weren’t, in fact, scratches, but instead proof of his gluttony. She nodded in understanding. “Food can be a form of self-harm, Mr. Huening. Don’t your parents watch what you’re eating? Or do they just let you gorge yourself whenever you feel appropriate?”
The words felt like a slap to his face, but he was so dumbstruck he could only drop his head and whisper, “They don’t allow sweets, a friend snuck them to me.”
She didn’t look convinced. “If you need to consult a dietitian, you need to let someone know. Being an omega, you are running the risk of infertility if you consume too much sugar and fat.” She briefly grazed his nipple while caressing him, and he jerked.
He couldn’t even think of a response, which didn’t matter because she was already moving onto the waistband of his slacks. “W-what’re you doing? I have another class I should be getting to.”
He tried to sound convincing, but it just came out as anguished.
“This is more important, sweetie. We’ll be done in no time. I’m just going to examine your lower body, and you’ll be on your way. Lean back for me so I can get these out of the way.”
“Please let me go to my next class, Mrs. Lim. I can assure you, I’m not hurt anywhere. Please.” Tears had finally begun to soil his soft cheeks in desperation.
He finally registered that look he couldn’t place before. It was hunger.
“Need I remind you of the other option? I’m not making you do this, just keep in mind that if you walk out that door, I cannot protect you from the investigation and the disruption to your parents’ lives when it happens.”
He broke down into sobs, already overwhelmed from what had taken place. His shoulders shook, but he leaned back so she could slide the slacks down to his feet. Her hands gripped his hips, pulling him down so his back was flat against the desk, eyes traveling the expanse of the ceiling. “These, too,” she hooked a finger around his panties and slid them down his legs.
His breath hitched, and he felt like he was going to choke on his saliva as she revealed his most intimate parts. He attempted to hide his genitals from the woman, but she was quick to shoo them away. At this point, he wasn’t quite sure what was real or not. He couldn’t believe his teacher was the one seeing him like this, and he knew there was no way to stop her.
“Let’s take a look. Just relax, sweetheart.”
He jerked reflexively as she knelt down and spread his folds apart, clenching his thighs together in unison. She didn’t say anything, just pushed his legs apart again. It didn’t help that he was so bowlegged that they didn’t fully touch, even at the uppermost part. Mrs. Lim ran her fingers across his swollen pussy and slick gushed from his hole involuntarily. “I’m glad to see that you keep yourself clean and shaved smooth, it’s much more hygienic.”
“S-stop, please.” He panted as a newfound feeling surged through his veins.
She took a step back and stared down at him, “Flip over for me and slide to the edge of the desk so your lower body is accessible.”
He did as he was told without protest, just happy to not have her in his line of vision anymore. Her womanly hands gripped his hips. “You are built perfectly for carrying pups. Perfect for breeding.”
His cheeks burned at the comment, and he writhed under her palms. She didn’t say anything else, just rubbed his thighs a few times and instructed him to flip onto his back once more.
She didn’t prepare him for what was coming next. She used her manicured finger to begin pinching and rubbing his clit in a circular motion. He gasped, the sensation being entirely foreign to him. “That’s right, moan for me.”
She didn’t even look like herself anymore. She was entranced by the writhing, young omega who unintentionally bucked his hips into her hand, gritting his teeth as he did so. With her other hand, she used one finger to breach his hole, sinking her finger as far as it would go into his tight heat. He moaned and gasped as she began to finger him roughly, the room filling with a nauseating squelching sound. It hurt a little, but he quickly got lost in how good it felt despite him not wanting it.
“Good boy, let me take care of you. I could tell you would like being played with.” Mrs. Lim continued to stroke his clit and added a second finger to his clenching hole to aid in teasing his G-spot.
“No-n-no. I don’t wan- I don’t. Mmm.”
He was numb with pleasure and could feel something burn in the pit of his stomach. “Ahh-ah, s-something’s hap-happening. Nn-nghh-”
His whole body convulsed as his orgasm ripped through him, his vision going white with the intensity.
When he came to, he was panting loudly. He was sobered by the sight of white liquid dripping from Mrs. Lim's fingers and down the front of her crisp blouse. “Good, you are fully functioning. Nothing to worry about. Here,” she handed him a strip of paper towel, “clean yourself up, you don’t want an alpha smelling that. And also, you don't need to speak of this to anyone, I would hate to have to report your parents after all.” She pointedly stared at him, eyes traveling from his horrified face to dripping cunt.
He felt nauseous and embarrassed at the mess he’d made, but didn’t waste a second before he was scrubbing between his legs and tugging his panties and slacks back on. Mrs. Lim was already seated behind her computer, typing on it like nothing had happened. She glanced at him over her glasses, seeing he was still lingering at the desk. “You’re dismissed, I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Huening.”
He tore from the room at the words, tears streaming from his cheeks. He didn’t care; he just felt so numb and knew he had to get away from the room. He ran straight to the bathroom, gasping hysterically as he shoved open a stall and collapsed onto the toilet.