Friday December 04, 2020

Part 1 * Part 2

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Channel screamed out as she looked at the photo on her phone. The rest of the class turned their heads towards her and she shrunk back in to her seat for the rest of the period. She tried to put the image out of her mind but it refused to leave, the class only lasted another 15 minutes, but she wanted desperately to flee the building screaming.

When it was finally over she got up to leave, but heard her teachers voice speak up, “Channel, if you could stay back for a minute?”

Channel wanted to say no more than anything, but she was already on the cusp of failing the class and she needed it to graduate so pissing off the teacher wasn’t a good plan.

“Yes sir.” she replied and walked up to the front of the class as the rest of the students left the lecture hall. Professor Charles Evens was older, maybe in his late forties, not handsome, but not ugly either. The kind of professor that in his younger days probably got a lot of attention from the more attractive students. And might again in a few more years when his hair finished graying and he took on a distinguished look.

“Now, then. About that outburst…” he started and she winced.

“Sorry sir, I… I just received my FuturePic ™. That’s all.”

“Not exactly what you were hoping for then?” he asked sympathetically, “Why don’t you show it to me, I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

She tried not to panic as she pushed a long strand of blonde hair back behind her ear.FuturePic’s were all the latest rage, a look in to the future of where you would be in 5, 10 or 20 years. Her parents had purchased her a 5 year FuturePic as a birthday present for her 21’s just last week and she’d finally received it during class.

“Oh, that’s not necessary sir…”

“Come on, nothing to be ashamed of. It’s not like there is anything you can do to avoid it.”

It was true, FuturePic’s always came true. Oh the process of getting there could be changed, but the images themselves were always 100% accurate. Letting out a sigh she gave in and unlocked her phone and showed him her FuturePic.

He raised an eyebrow and smiled. The image was definitely of her, though anyone would be hard pressed to identify it as such without the two of them right there in front of them. It was the eyes that gave it away though, Channels long blonde hair done up in a bun, thin lips and conservative dress looked nothing like the FuturePic.

The woman in the FuturePic was a plastic masterpiece, dripping with sex appeal, and clearly made to be hung on someone’s arm. A far cry from the arrogant law student that wanted to bring down big environmental polluters with the law.

“I see, can I show you mine?” he asked and Channel nodded nervously as he pulled his phone out and opened the app. She gasped as she showed it to him and bolted from the lecture hall without saying another word.

Charles looked down at his phone and smiled, he knew it was only a matter of time before Channel returned. After all, he had the photographic evidence right there in his FuturePic. It was still the eyes that gave her away, though until today he’d not made the connection.

His FuturePic showed the same long dark hair, thick lips and a barely there top that struggled to contain her breasts. But his had the addition of his dick between her lips as she knelt down before him. The look of pure bliss on her face was evident even in the still image of the FuturePic.

He closed the app and locked his phone before gathering his laptop and putting it away in his bag before leaving the lecture hall. He’d received his FuturePic a few days ago and had already ordered a 10 year FuturePic to see if the girl in it was still there in 10 years.

Of course, he couldn’t risk going to far in to the future, eventually he’d go past his own death, and nobody really wanted to know when that was.He walked out of the lecture hall with a spring in his step and a tune upon his lips as he wondered how long it would be before he’d get Channel in bed, and what the circumstances would be that would lead to it, let alone what would make her go through such an extreme change.

In the mean time he could continue to enjoy watching her squirm in his class, knowing it would come to pass, and having the same questions as he did.