yet another femsub series

“Oh my god, John, we’re supposed to be studying.” Erin tapped her pencil against the desk, visibly annoyed. “I don’t care what you’re watching, just pretend to study or something so I don’t get in trouble.”

“She doesn’t care,” John sighed, rolling his eyes in the general direction of their teacher. “Here, check this out,” he said, setting his laptop on top of her textbook and hitting play.

“John, this is literally just a video of a cat falling off a table in slow motion to Two Steps from Hell. How old are you?”

“How old are you? You care way too much about high school for someone in high school.” John sat sideways in his desk, his elbow on a closed textbook.

“Well what do you plan to major in, anyway? YouTube studies?” Erin scrolled down the page. There were some white and purple spirals in the thumbnails of other videos. “What’s all this in your related videos? Hypnotize yourself to…” John jumped in his seat, about to panic. “...become a cat?” He relaxed. That one made sense being there. “10 minutes?” She looked at the clock. “I’m watching this for the rest of the period; read or something.” Erin smirked, quite pleased with herself for having found a way to get him off his laptop. Maybe he’d know at least something about chemistry before the test.

“Uh, fine. That stuff doesn’t work anyways,” he said as she put an earbud in. John didn’t really know why he liked watching those videos; he knew they weren’t actually doing anything to him. It was fun to pretend, though. Especially for some of the other ones, and he thanked whoever was watching that she didn’t see that he watched those. “If you start meowing or something I’m totally putting it on Facebook, though.”

“Read!” Erin made a shooing motion and clicked play. The spiral on the screen started spinning, and she settled back into her seat to watch. John did his best not to stare at her while she did, but this was something pretty close to a fantasy of his. Of course it wouldn’t really work, though. He tried to focus on the textbook.

He still checked every once in a while, though. Three minutes in, she looked a little less bored than she had. After about five minutes, Erin’s lips had started to part. He wondered if it was actually working. But at eight minutes her chin touched her chest and her eyes were closed. He kept watching. Her lips made a little shape like she was saying something, and then she put her arm on the desk and laid her head on it. John quietly reached over and closed the spiral. They were in the back of the class, but if anyone saw it would be… weird, somehow.

The video seemed to finish, but she didn’t wake up. The earbuds fell out of her ears after a minute, and he took his laptop back, closing the top. “Erin?” He nudged her head gently. She looked up at his hand slowly, then at his face. He didn’t know what to think. He wanted her to be hypnotized, but she could just be messing with him. What if she knew? But something about her expression… she wasn’t a very good actor, and she looked at him with a curiosity and almost reverence that should definitely not have been in her eyes. She rubbed his knuckles with her forehead, made a little mewling sound, and laid back down. He had to try something with this, it was just too good. Nobody was looking, but the bell would ring soon.

He looked around for something inconspicuous to work with, and decided on his pen. “Erin, good kitties are good learners, so listen and I’ll teach you a trick. Whenever I click my pen three times really fast, you’re going to go back to being a sleepy kitty, okay?” She nodded a little into her arm, and he scratched her on the head. “Good girl!” Her butt wiggled in her seat, and John crossed his legs. This was definitely too much. “You’ll wake up when the bell rings, okay? Just be quiet and sleep until then.” He took his hand off her head, and her fingers twitched a little, but she apparently relaxed again. “Also, uh, forget that I talked to you after you watched that.”

John stuffed his laptop in his bag and bolted for the door. The teacher finally looked up from her magazine. “The bell isn’t for another minute, John.” Still facing the wall, he turned back to her. “B-bathroom, mam?” She rolled her eyes in disgust. “Fine, go.” He hurried through the hallway with his hands held conspicuously over his crotch, hoping nobody would notice. Fortunately he got to the bathroom and locked himself in a stall to calm down before other classes let out. He was already starting to plan what else he could do with her now. First he’d need to test that she wasn’t just doing this to make fun of him for thinking it worked or something, but if she wasn’t, he was definitely not going to be spending much time studying for the test.