Master PC - Our Story (Closed)

[Fat_lot_of_good]

Master PC - Our Story


The concept
The concept of this thread is loosely based on the Master PC stories begun by JR Parz, and is set in a similar universe.

The participants
The thread is a closed thread for Fat_lot_of_good, Natasha_Bernier, Cutie_Kitty, and others by invitation.

My Character
Brian
Originally a young teacher who had just started work at a private girls college and senior highschool. By sheer luck he finds a copy of the Master PC program and begins making changes to himself and those around him. One of his first changes is to change himself into being the only teenage male student at the girls college where he used to teach; a kind of wish fullfillment fantasy. Unfortunately, not everything is going to work out as he might wish.


Peach Hills Ladies College and Senior High School (PHLC & SHS)
A private educational institution for teenage girls in their last year of high school, combined with a ladies college. Brian worked there as a teacher only for a short period. About half the teachers are male, and half are female. The school is known to be strict, with uniform rules and somewhat old fashioned curriculum.

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[Fat_lot_of_good]

Brian

As he drove his car home from the school where he taught mathematics, Brian noticed a sign saying that there was a garage sale nearby. Normally Brian wouldn’t have bothered, but he thought, what the heck…Maybe I’ll see something interesting…

He made a turn down the street with the “garage-sale” placard and soon saw an apartment building at the other end of the small residential street with one of the garage doors wide open and an old lady stacking stuff onto a table just outside it. Brian parked his car nearby then sauntered on over to have a look. There wasn’t much there except junk as far as he was concerned, but there were a couple of complete PC computer sets, monitors, old clunky keyboards (from IBM), towers, and bags of cables. The old lady told him when asked, that she was pretty sure it all worked, her grandson was always fiddling with computers, but he’d gone overseas and had told her to sell the computer gear as it was way out-of-date. Brian checked it over, and shrugged. The monitors and keyboards were probably a decade old. The towers held more promise, since they were obviously well worked-on. Brian figured the old lady’s grandson must have been some kind of computer hacker or game nut, since each tower had a full refrigeration system to allow high-level over-clocking on the processors. He couldn’t open them though without a screw-driver handy, but figured the towers themselves would be useful enough.

“How much for just the two towers alone?”, Brian asked the old lady.

She just looked at him in confusion for a moment until he pointed out what he meant, then shrugged, “Oh…Twenty dollars each…”

Brian was stunned, but guessed the old lady had no real idea of the value. Instead he handed her a hundred dollars, and still felt like he was ripping her off. The old lady gave him a big grateful smile and thanked him. He put the two computer towers into the boot of his car, grunting a bit at that their weight. Brian waved at the old lady as he left, and she gave such a grateful smile it made Brian wonder why.

It’s probably junk, he thought, but maybe I can use those tower cases anyway….The fans and cooling system alone would be worth a small fortune.

He worried a bit though as he drove the rest of the way home about what his landlord would say. She’d likely complain about the waste of space and the dirty junk, but she was pretty understanding of Brian’s idiosyncrasies and odd hobbies. He was sometimes a techno-nerd who liked fixing computers and making weird electronic gadgetry.

The two computer towers were surprisingly heavy, but Brian was determined. It took quite an effort to get each one up the steep stairs without risking his neck. Their weight was enough to worry him about losing his balance on the narrow steep stairs and possibly falling down backwards. Once both the towers were setup in his bedroom, Brian began plugging the towers in, and discovered that both tower’s motherboards had network links compatible with that on his own more modern (and much smaller) PC. Brian didn’t take long to get everything connected, but wasn’t able to get it up and running straight away. The landlady called him downstairs to dinner, and kept calling and calling until he finally went down.

It was two hours later before Brian could get back to trying to get the two computer towers to work with his own regular PC, and it was another two hours later that he finally succeeded (with a lot of swearing and cursing) in getting everything up and running. To Brian’s annoyance, he couldn’t so easily access the hard drives in the old towers; the previous owner left everything password protected. The hard drives weren’t blank, but seemed to have a lot of data on them. The operating system turned out to be some oddball mutant Linux kernel. He finally cracked it to find there was a Windows/Apple style variant GUI. The password of all things turned out to be “Godmode” (which should’ve given him some warning, but didn’t). Brian supposed the old lady’s grandson had an over-inflated ego.

He restarted the computers and used the password, this time having no further problems. Everything hummed and buzzed like a finely tuned machine. The GUI came up. Up popped a new window with a spinning mannequin and a screen flash that said, "MCC program has identified new components and is currently updating OS. Please wait….”

The “Please wait….” text stayed on the screen while an old style dotted line formed across the bottom of the screen. Then only a minute later, the text message came up, “Update completed. Supervisor changed. Making adjustments. Ready….”

The same text was there on the screen for some twenty seconds, then the screen blacked out, and changed to passing clouds and mist that thinned out as if the viewer was dropping downward, then a gap appeared in the clouds to reveal a rotating globe of the Earth with a rising Sun that shone brilliantly enough to hurt Brian’s eyes… then the image faded and disappeared. Nice intro-movie thought Brian.

A new text appeared;

“Welcome to Master Command Center (beta xs version), your own personal command center. The Master allows you to become a virtual god to the people around you. You now possess the power to bend their reality to your specifications. You are the Master's representative."

It then prompted him for his full name. Brian typed it in, while wondering what the whole business was really about.

Then a menu came up asking for subject's name. Brian typed in his own name again, thinking it was just registering it properly. A second later, the image of a transparent sphere appeared on the screen with an exact picture of himself as he was dressed at that very moment; baggy blue trackpants and dark green sloppyjoe. The image slowly rotated, showing him sitting down (but not showing the chair or anything else). The resolution was so clear that Brian could see a small pimple on the right side of his nose. Left clicking on the image zoomed in and expanded it like a camera, to the point that he could see a close-up of the veins of his right eye. A right click with the mouse and the image was back to the previous scale again. There were rows of colourful control buttons with symbols that Brian didn’t immediately comprehend, and many blank buttons as well. A blank box at the top of the screen above his rotating image had a blinking cursor, apparently for writing messages.

What will this thing do? He then clicked on the "?" icon and read the on-screen message:

“Whatever you enter, the subject will feel/be affected by immediately after pressing the 'Send' button. This version of Master Command Center has been updated with new safety features to prevent crashes and/or collapse of the cosmic balance, and automatic notification of possible safety risks.”

That sounded kind of worrying, Brian thought, still it’s probably only a game.

Brian just looked at the screen for awhile trying to figure out what the whole thing was about. Was it a game of some kind? Funny how it seemed to be implying that it was real. Maybe it was like one of those simulation people games…Or it could be…What?

Oh well, he thought, let’s give it a try.

In the command box, Brian typed;

“Turn hair bright red.”

Then he right-clicked on INSTANT for the time-frame, and right-clicked on SEND.

For a moment, he felt a peculiar itching on his scalp, but nothing else seemed to happen. On the screen, the image of himself slowly rotated, but now had bright red hair.

Well, Brian thought, it’s some kind of graphics program…but wait on, where did it get an image of me from?

He felt the chill of fear up his spine and looked around nervously, but saw no cameras…which did nothing to ease his sudden paranoia.

Hmm…, thought Brian, let’s try something for fun…see if it can do this…

In the command box, Brian typed;

“Change physiologically to a high-school boy, of 18 years of age, with straight black hair, 5’4” tall but with muscular European build, and with a really big cock (2½ times my current size) with big testicles as large as oranges that produce 100 times as much semen for their size. Make very handsome, and with dark blue eyes so dark that they’re almost black. Change skin colour as if tanned everyday for an hour. Style hair with strong widow’s peak, and lengthen at the back to collar-length.”

Then he right-clicked on INSTANT for the time-frame, and right-clicked on SEND.

Suddenly, Brian had an odd electric tingle all over and his balls felt hot.

In seconds his clothes began to feel very uncomfortable, especially his underpants seemed to cut into him. His whole body tingled and his vision became blurry. It wasn’t long before his clothing became too uncomfortable to wear. Brian realized what was happening and quickly stripped off his clothes. Then the tingling stopped and Brian looked downward at himself in surprise, to see that his leg muscles looked as solid as an athlete’s, and his cock was hanging more than nine inches long even though it was still soft, but his balls were hanging low and very heavy. Each was as big as a baseball and felt uncomfortably too full as if he hadn’t ejaculated in months.

The thing was REAL!

“Shit, this is fucking unbelievable!”, Brian exclaimed in awe, and wished he had a mirror to check himself out in.

Then he remembered the screen and saw that he had in fact been physically changed to appear to be a teenage guy that had the build of a weightlifter. His weight hadn’t changed apparently, so his bulk had become wider as he’d been shortened in height.

Geezus!, Brian thought, If I’d seen me walking down the street looking like this, even I wouldn’t recognize myself!

This program was amazing. He had no idea how it could do what it did, but who really cared? It did it, and maybe it wouldn’t if the way it did it was questioned too much. The old saying, never look a gift horse in the mouth, occurred to him.

Okay, then, what next?

Brian decided to revert back, and so in SUBJECT, he typed; Brian James Cooper.

Then he typed in the command box;

“Change subject back to appearance of Brian James Cooper.”

He right-clicked on INSTANT, and SEND.

Nothing happened.

Huh? What’s wrong now?, Brian worried, so he tried again.

He typed in the command box;

“Change subject back to original form.”

Then right-clicked on INSTANT and SEND.

A message box popped-up; No saved file titled “original form” can be found.

“Holy shit!!!”, Brian swore in rising voice of distress, “Holy motherfuckingchristgeesuzshit! What do you mean no saved file! Shitshitshit!”

What the fuck am I gonna do now?, Brian was thinking in rising panic, I can’t change back…and nobody is going to know who I am! They’ll think I’m…

Suddenly the thought hit him, They don’t know who I am…and I can change things…Lots of things!

Goddamn, he had real power!

Brian started working on making a few changes, first to give himself every advantage…

He typed in the command box;

“Increase height to 5’8” (he didn’t want to stand out too much yet). Make strong enough to lift half a tonne, able to run at 60kmh, and three times faster moving in combat situations than a normal human. Make eyesight and hearing better than twice normal human. Make three times as perceptive. Produce powerful psycho-sexual aura that attracts women & teenage girls to me, and also makes them very horny, and their pussies much wetter when they are near me. From now on, has the psychic ability to overhear the thoughts of anyone when I am a few yards away from them. Has the psychic ability to move light objects upto 1Lb weight and at a distance of a few yards, and the ability to create gusts of wind to blow-up the skirts of any girls that I can see. Increase intelligence by 50%. Make immune to all diseases, radiation, and aging. Make healing 10 times faster, and always removing all scars and leaving no sign of injury afterwards. Heal all previous injuries and scars, and cure all current illnesses. Make ejaculate taste extremely delicious and very addictive for all women & teenage girls who drink it. Increase sexual stamina so that I can ejaculate as often as desired, and will never tire or need sleep during sexual activity. Make all these changes without changing outward physical appearance.”

Then Brian password-locked his file so only he could change his profile, right-clicked on INSTANT and SEND.

The surge of electrical tingling was almost painful, but only for a bare moment. Brian noticed some of the effects immediately, in such things as his improved vision, and clarity of thought. Ideas seemed to sparkle in his mind, and memories flooded him whenever he wanted to remember something.

Wow, he thought, This feels good!

He then brought up the help menu and typed; “Is it possible to affect a large area around me with a set of changes and commands?”

“YES, upto 100 miles radius from the location of this computer”, responded Master PC.

Brian smiled, then thought for awhile, then began typing.

He changed the SUBJECT to; Everyone in area of effect.
Command;
“Will not search for, worry about, or investigate disappearance of Brian James Cooper. Will not believe his disappearance to be suspicious at all, despite any evidence found. Neither will they search for any missing items belonging to him. There is no Brian James Bliss, he’s gone, and I am now Brian Bigcock, and everyone who has been told who I am will completely believe that I am Brian Bigcock.”
Then right-clicked on INSTANT and SEND. There was a strange, momentary vertigo this time as if reality itself had been changed. Which was true, he supposed.

Now, for the fun part, getting to fuck all those cute and sexy girls at the school….

SUBJECT; All female students of Peach Hills Ladies College and Senior High School.
Command;
“When learning of a guy being accepted as a student at Peach Hills Ladies College and Senior High School, they will see nothing peculiar or wrong with this, and accept it as a decision of the school administration and policy of the Department of Education in this special case. They will not investigate this, nor worry about it. Will accept as perfectly reasonable and rational that I can use all school facilities and enter any rooms as is allowed to any other student at Peach Hills Ladies College and Senior High School, despite my being a guy, because rules are rules, and all students should be treated the same. They will accept and always allow me to enter any room on the school premises, without any anger or harassment or punishment of me.”

Then he right-clicked on ALWAYS and SEND.

SUBJECT; Everyone (except me) older than 21 within the area of effect.
Command;
“Will accept me as being a new student at the Peach Hills Ladies College and Senior High School, even though I am male, and see nothing peculiar or wrong with this. Will know me by the personal name, Brian, and the family name, Bigcock. They will know that the family name, Bigcock, is well respected locally and not notice any oddity or sexual innuendos about the name’s meaning. They will ensure that by this name I am properly enrolled in the school, including forgery of documents and payment of bribes if necessary, but will not remember doing any of this after the enrolment documentation is fully completed. Will know that I am 18 years old currently. Will always treat me with respect, and will not worry about my participation in exams or homework assignments. Will know that I am a special case for enrolment at Peach Hills Ladies College and Senior High School due to official policy of the Department of Education which requested the school administration to accept my enrolment for the reasons of a test that they did not explain. They will not be angry about this, but will accept it as policy. Will accept as perfectly reasonable and rational that I can use all school facilities and enter any rooms as is allowed to any other student at Peach Hills Ladies College and Senior High School, despite my being a guy, because rules are rules, and all students should be treated the same. They will accept and always allow me to enter any room on the school premises, without any anger or harassment or punishment of me.”

Then he right-clicked on ALWAYS and SEND.

Thinking about what he’d just sent as a command, he realized that there might be questions asked about why he was living in the room of a missing teacher. Despite his commands with the MPC program, somebody might get suspicious who was somehow immune to the MPC program’s effects. What he needed was a family, that would explain everything, and could even be used to protect him. He thought about the sexiest girls at the school and what he knew of their families, his new mental abilities assisting him in recalling every detail. Then he began typing again…


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[Natasha_bernier]

Cassandra Evans, or Ms. Evans as she made her students address her despite their slight age difference, didn’t become a teacher for noble purposes. She wasn’t one of those softies that became overgrown-kindergarten educators after watching Dead Poets Society. Nor did she feel any empathy for her students’ troubles, especially not Jason Howzer’s, the class clown.

Why? Because deep-down she actually thought that she had to be rough on them to teach them important life values? Because she wanted to impart her students with her own experiences and give them a bright future to look forward to? Not by a long shot. Cassandra Evans was just a mean teacher. It wasn’t because she got abused as a child, or had a traumatic childhood at the hands of a sadistic teacher; in fact, her own childhood had been quite comfortable, thanks to daddy’s money and tender love. In fact, as one of her exes had put it once before breaking up with her, she was “just rotten to the core”. It happens, get over it.

“I don’t suppose I can get away with ‘My dog hate it’...” the 16-year-old boy attempted a joke, clearly in trouble for not handing in his homework during third period.

Ms. Evans looked straight through the first-row boy with her electric blue eyes, her porcelain face completely still, and as her thin rose lips starting moving the class held their breathe.

“Take a wild guess.” her delicate 26 year-old voice said simply, turning on her heels and heading toward the chalkboard, her back to the class.

The red dress she wore today was especially effective at drawing the student’s attention toward the front, especially the male audience. Jason couldn’t tell if she wore those slim-waist skirts for that express purpose (he wouldn’t put it past her), or it was just coincidence, but the strain the 5’7’’ young blonde had to exert on her heels to reach the very top of the board always flattened and straightened the fabric of whatever she was wearing, pretty much wedging the lovely orb-shape of her ass on the fabric.

“Because of your friend Mr. Howzer...” Cassandra started, this time with more strength to her powerful voice. She was writing something on the blackboard, but no one could quite make out what it was with her standing on front of it. “...we are going to have a special assignment tonight class.” She turned and smiled brightly to her students. The class’ morale went down, but no one dared moan their discordance. After all, the summer-dance was coming. Rumor around campus was that last year’s dance had been cancelled because of Ms. Evans doing...

Jason’s backward neighbor did whisper four words into the class clown’s ear, and although they probably didn’t go unnoticed by the teacher, she didn’t object: “You’re dead dude.”

It was at that exact moment that the school bell wrung.

“Jason, stay after class please.” Ms. Evans managed to slip in, just before the herd of teenagers started out of the tiny class. Suddenly, Cassandra’s head started to feel strange. For a fraction of a second, the room seemed to spin around her. And then it stopped, and everything was back to normal.

She realized her all-girl class was staring at her, each with an inquiring stare.

“Who did you say Ms. Evans?” one of the heavier girls from the back-row risked. “Who’s Jason?”

Cassandra thought for a moment and her mistake dawned on her. Still, she kept her composure. “Jessy I said, not Jason.” she paused, not-really expecting anyone to object to her mistake. “Ms. Hozer, please stay after class. The rest of you, dismissed.”


OOC:
Just in case you didn’t get my very subtle shift there, the entire school just changed to an all-female staff after Brian's use of the MasterPC program in the previous post.

 

[Cutie_Kitty]

Amy Cavanagh

Amy was one of the prettiest girls in the school, and very athletic, but only recently had been accepted into the cheerleading team. This wasn’t her choice though, but due to her mother’s ambitions for her daughter. Amy just wanted to get good grades, and she wanted one day to become a researcher of an interesting scientific field like environmental chemistry, anthropology, or anything else where scientists had opportunities to travel to different places. She was smart, but hadn’t yet thought that much about exactly what she wanted to be.

Like everyone else in the class, Amy let a long “Oh no” type of moan when Ms Evans told them of new assignment. Amy glared at Jason – Oops!? – Jessy Howzer in anger just like many others in the class. She shook her head thinking it was funny that for a moment she’d thought of Jessy Howzer as a boy.

I must be tired, Amy thought.

Resigned to the study assignment, Amy wrote down the details of exactly what was required, and worried how she was going to find the time. She had cheerleading practice that afternoon and still hadn’t finished her chemistry assignment. With Ms Evans huge assignment, Amy worried that she wouldn’t finish in time before the coming school dance. The school bell rang, and the class with the “Queen of Mean” as many of the girls called Ms Evans was finally over. Amy was one of many hurried out of her class with relief.

She glanced back in surprise when Ms Evans called out to somebody with a boy's name. Jason? Who was Jason? Everyone seemed a bit confused except one of the girls made the mistake of asking. Amy was glad it wasn't her that had to stay back. She got out quick.

 

[Fat_lot_of_good]

Brian

Brian remembered that the very sexy, young, but apparently bitchy Ms Evans lived with her wealthy parents still. Not surprising considering that they had the wealth to support their daughter no matter what she chose to do. He’d visited their house only once, invited as part of the faculty of the school by the family patriarch, Mr Richard Evans, Cassandra’s father. He remembered thinking that it would pretty neat to live in a huge mansion like that, with the tennis court, swimming pool, gym, and other rooms that he couldn’t even name. The Evans family was old money and well respected in the town of Peach Hills.

Very well respected.

It was said that Mr Richard Evans owned half the town.

Brian also recalled that Cassandra Evans had a younger sister who had just graduated college but also still lived at the house. He’d never seen her, but from what people said, the sister was a real hottie too.

Summing up, it seemed that living with the Evans family wouldn’t be too bad. Not too bad at all….with a little help from Master PC. Brian grinned as his mind brimmed to overflowing with interesting ideas.

He began making some more changes;
SUBJECT; The family and all household staff and employees of Richard Evans also including all their living relatives.
Command;
“They know Brian Bigcock (me) is going to be living with Richard Evans family from tomorrow night. They know that he is a cousin of Cassandra Evans and accept him as such. They will know exactly what I look like, and will recognize me, and know me as Brian Bigcock. They will never seek to evict me from their home, and will be glad that I’m going to live with Cassandra Evan’s family from now on, probably for many years. They will know that Brian Bigcock’s parents and grandparents died in a recent plane-crash, and that his closest living relatives are Cassandra Evans’ family. They will protect me from all outsiders who have intentions of possibly harming me. Cassandra Evans’ family willingly accepts the responsibility of providing for, and caring for Brian Bigcock as a respected member of their family who is now their responsibility. They know and accept that Cassandra Evans’ family must raise Brian Bigcock according to the secret Bigcock tradition, which Cassandra Evans’ mother knows well.”
He right-clicked also on ALWAYS, before clicking on SEND, just in case.

Then Brian added some more changes, because he didn’t want any real problems with the notoriously bitchy Cassandra Evans;
SUBJECT; Cassandra Evans
Command;
“Change so that she is physiologically and by appearance a teenage girl. Increase breast size by two full cup sizes, tighten waist by 4” and flatten tummy. Change breasts until they are more rounded and beautiful, without any sagging, and ensure that having larger breasts causes no problems or strain, and so that they will never require a bra. Add 4” to leg length without increasing height, but instead reducing overall height to 5’2” while keeping her body in perfect and beautiful proportion. Make ass more rounded in equal proportion plus 10%. Remove all body hair from her neck to her toes, except for her head hair. Make her skin babysmooth and remove all scars. Change pussy so that it is neat & compact in appearance. Change pussy to be both more elastic and tighter, and enabling her to enjoy my cock fucking her with no ill effects no matter how long the sexual activity continues. Make voice always sexy and girlishly cute. Increase pleasurable sensitivity of all erogenous zones by 10 times.
As soon as Cassandra wakes tomorrow, she will not be able to wear any form of underwear, she will not be able to put on a bra or panties or stockings, and can not wear any jeans or slacks or shorts. This problem will both embarrass her and arouse her. The sensation of every breeze that touches her pussy and bottom under her clothes will make her increasingly more aroused. She can only wear her shortest skirts and dresses. As soon as possible, Cassandra will buy even shorter skirts and dresses, and will find that she can only wear the shortest skirts and dresses that she has – no matter how revealing.”

Brian then thought about how the greeting might, or should, go between him and Cassandra the next time they meet. So he added to the command box;
“From now on, when Cassandra goes to school, she will always wear her shortest skirt, a thin blouse, and her highest heeled shoes. As soon as possible, she must buy pink highheeled shoes with 6” heels.”

Then he clicked on TOMORROW MORNING and SEND.

With his higher intelligence, Brian quickly thought about what else he’d like to do. The ideas about Cassandra Evans gave him other ideas too.

He started typing again.
SUBJECT; All female students enrolled at Peach Hills Ladies College and Senior High School, and Cassandra Evans as well.
Command;
“They all know that from tomorrow, a male student will be joining their school, and they will dream erotically about me all night long. They will also be so excited by the idea, that they will cut and resew their school uniform skirts to be much shorter and sexier – but they will all mistakenly cut & resew their skirts much shorter than they were intending, so that their skirts don’t quite cover their pussy or bottom properly even when they are standing up. In the morning when they prepare to go to school, they will wear their very shortest skirt, but no bra. Increase breast size by a full cup size, tighten waist by 4” and flatten tummy. Change breasts until they are more rounded and beautiful, without any sagging, and ensure that having larger breasts causes no problems or strain, and so that they will never require a bra. They will never wear bras ever again.

Alter all of them to be fully bisexual, aroused by the sight of other girls as well as boys. Will accept as perfectly reasonable and rational that I can use all school facilities and enter any rooms as is allowed to any other student at Peach Hills Ladies College and Senior High School, despite my being a guy. They will accept and always allow me to enter any room on the school premises, without any anger or harassment or punishment of me. They will accept and always allow me to sexually molest, touch, or perve on, any female student whether within school-grounds or outside the school-grounds, anytime that I want, wherever I want, and for as long as I want to do so. They will never become jealous of me, become angry with me, or become envious of me.

As soon as they enter the school grounds, remove all body hair from their neck down, and remove all hair from around lips and chin permanently. They will not menstruate ever again unless they haven’t seen me for over seven years. Also, as soon as they enter the school, every girl’s pussy will become extremely wet, dripping wet, and they will stay horny and wet enough that their pussy-juice will dribble and drip all the way to their feet (and never dry out). This will be their normal level of horniness and wetness from now on. They are never able to wipe the wetness away, and although they will accept it as normal for them, they will always be embarrassed by it.

They will never be able to talk to anyone except me and their closest girlfriends about their sudden lack of body hair or about any other changes that happen to them that are caused by my use of the Master PC software on this computer.”

He right-clicked also on ALWAYS, before clicking on SEND.

Then Brian thought about the girls not wearing panties, and what else he might try to add.
SUBJECT; Everyone (except me) within area of Peach Hills Ladies College and Senior High School.
Command;
“They will know and accept that from tomorrow morning there will be two levels of school-rules which will be enforced, known as X-level school-rules and U-Level school-rules. Everyone will always obey the X-Level school-rules, but although they may disobey U-Level school-rules they will also know and expect there to be punishments for disobedience of the rules. Will accept any new X-Level school-rules that I mention as being part of the school-rules from then on, and will inform others of the new rule. Everyone will accept any X-level school-rule as being one that they must obey. Everyone will accept X-level school-rules that they are told about as long as the other person says that it is an X-Level school-rule. U-Level school-rules include all previous school-rules except where those rules contradict a newer U-Level school-rule or contradict an X-Level school-rule, in which case the older school-rule must be deleted from the list of school-rules and is no longer true. They will know and agree with all the X-Level school rules for uniforms. They will know and accept that from tomorrow the X-Level school-rules include; 1) that all female students must take-off their panties when first entering the school buildings, and they must throw their panties into the rubbish and never again wear panties to school, 2) that female students may not use their school-bags or books to hide their bottoms or pussies, 3) that female students may not hold-down their skirts even on the windiest of days nor at any other time in any kind of effort to hide their bottoms or pussies, 4) They will know and accept that from the day after tomorrow, there is an X-Level school-rule that female students may not wear panties at any time even outside the school.”

Then he clicked on ALWAYS and SEND.

Brian then checked all of the commands that had been sent, and wondered if we were missing any details. He imagined it would a really hot scene to stand by the school’s main buildings tomorrow and watch as all the students arriving took off their panties at the door. Gave him a hard-on just thinking about it. Then it clicked that the girls would be having problems walking down the street with such short skirts if the police and everyone else thought it was breaking the law. So he started adding some more although he was getting tired.

SUBJECT; Everyone (excluding me, and all female students of Peach Hills Ladies College and Senior High School) in the full area of effect.
Command;
“Will accept as being a good thing that the students of Peach Hills Ladies College and Senior High School wear sexier uniforms and sexier fashion, and will accept the students’ clothing, lack of clothing, nudity, and any sexual acts and sexual behaviour of the students as being appropriate and okay in all circumstances. Everyone will think it’s a good thing that the students of Peach Hills Ladies College and Senior High School can’t wear any form of underwear or pants of any kind, and will consider it to be in fact against the local laws if the students attempt to wear any form of underwear or pants. Everyone will think it’s perfectly okay to perve on the students and make comments about how sexy and nice the students look. Shop staff will also refuse to sell to students of Peach Hills Ladies College and Senior High School any underwear, pants, or skirts longer than what the students are already wearing when they come into the shop. Shop staff and clothing suppliers in the area will attempt to make available much sexier clothing for the students to buy and wear, and have very competitive low prices for such clothing for students. From the day after tomorrow, parents, guardians, teachers, and even relatives of the students, will insist that the students never wear any form of underwear or pants of any kind, and will make efforts to confiscate and destroy any form of underwear or pants that the students own.”

Whew, that should just about cover any problems, Brian thought. He clicked on ALWAYS and SEND.

Then Brian went downstairs to the kitchen, had a snack and went to bed. He was very tired by now, and not thinking clearly anyway. He was sure that he was missing some small detail but figured that he could fix it with Master PC later on when a problem came up. He was looking forward to the next day at school.
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[Natasha_bernier]

Cassandra

Today was not a good day Cassandra thought to herself as flexed her foot to throw off her 2” conservative black highheeled shoes in a corner of her room. First there had been that incident in class about this Jason Howzer fellow, even though she had never had a student with that name. In fact, how could she have a student named Jason when the Peach Hills Ladies College and Senior High School was, as it name indicated, an all-girl school, she rationalized.

No need to say, Cassadra Evans didn’t like to make mistakes. Mistakes weakened her stance. Mistakes could jeopardise her position, in her own warped mind at least.

Then, coming home from class, she had gotten a speed ticket. And for once, she hadn’t been able to get out of it with the ol’ unbuttoned bra trick. Just my luck Cassandra thought. I had to get the only gay cop in town.

And to top it off, when she got home, her VISA bills informed her that she had forgot to make the payment... again. Not to mention the fact she was just a few dollars away from busting her limit.

She removed the pins holding her hair in place and threw her barrettes in the bathroom sink forcefully, venting her frustrations.

For a minute, she considered stopping by the gym tonight, but decided against it. She was too tired; besides, she thought looking into the mirror, she looked damn good. Not hyped up like those slutty students of hers, wearing those short 12 inch-long skirts and whorish makeup. Even the faculty had started to follow the more recent fashion faux-pas that society was embracing nowadays.

From her 5’7”, she twirled slowly around the mirror and frowned at the ugly two-inch-long scar on her stomach. Stupid appendix she thought, unhooking her bra and cupping her B cup breasts, giving herself a quick check before going to bed.

She carefully set out her clothes for the following day, careful as to choose something professional enough: a long blue dress with a black belt and sandals. The kids in the first row are paying a little too much attention in class. she told herself. A second later, she shook her head and felt her forehead with the back of her right hand, checking for fever. Why did she just insinuate that her class was checking her out, when they were all girls? What was wrong with her today? Sure, there was always the possibility that there were some lesbians in the troops (she shivered at the thought, homophobe that she was), but why would she make such a broad generalization.

“Time for this day to end, finally.” She said out loud to no one in particular, jumping in the comfort of her queen-size bed. Through the many worries of her day, whether they be car payments, grading student’s papers or VISA credit, she fell asleep, hoping tomorrow would be a new day...

And unbeknownst her, it would.

 

[Natasha_bernier]

Cassie

Cassandra’s night was filled with strange, lustful dreams about a boy she’d never seen before. There was something about him that reminded her of someone she’d known, but nothing straightforward enough for her to put a name on the face. But the face wasn’t exactly the selling point of this guy. Not when she laid eyes on his 14” throbbing cock. The guy had the genitals of a horse! Something in the back of her mind told her that she should be finding these images repugnant, but the simple thought of wrapping her small hands around the titanic, pumped penis made her inhibitions melt away.

She wanted to know who the more-than-generously endowed teen was, but every time she looked up to stare at his face, something forced her stare down to his massive dick and enormous testicles. She could feel her skin burning, the blood pumping through her veins, her heartrate increasing. She even salivated at the sight. Many times, she tried to turn away, but as soon as she did, the void it left inside her overwhelmed her senses and she started to feel sick to her stomach.

When she woke up, the following morning, her bed was completely drenched with her own juices and sweat. The soreness she felt from her clit told her she had been rubbing it all night, but the lust she still felt confirmed that she had not been able to come on her own. She never could come from her own ministrations; the truth was, she despised masturbation. The very thought of herself rubbing her vagina, inserting finger after finger into herself made her blush in anger. Yet, she often woke up doing exactly that, which only made it worse.

She rose on her bed and stretched, peeking at herself in the mirror. She looked like she had participated in an all-night lesbian orgy; her hair was covered in her own sticky juices, her makeup, which it seemed she forgot to remove before going to bed, was smeared all over her face, and her smooth, hairless pussy was red and overexcited from her all-night performance.

Carefully, taking slow steps and swaying her hips in as wide an angle as she could, so as to provide the least possible of stimulation to her clit, she walked toward the bathroom and got cleaned up. As she stared into the bathroom mirror, she could help but feel... shorter. And for a fraction of a second, she thought her breast hadn’t been quite so large last night when she got to bed. Her mind was still hazy from her night’s slumber, or rather her lack thereof, and reality soon sank back. Of course she’d always had D cup breasts. That’s what had gotten her this job, duh.

And as for her height, she guessed it must be because she was out of her precious high heel shoes, something that rarely happened.

Distractedly, she walked back into her room, the typical 18 year-old’s room. Clothes covering every inch of the floor, CDs piled up in every corner of the room. And even a few posters of some hunks hung up on the walls. She walked up to her walk-in closet and frowned at the ugly clothes laid out on the back of the chair for her.

Fucking maid she thought out loud. Must have set mom’s clothes instead of mind. Retard. the young girl threw the conservative clothes on the floor and looked inside the closet, absent-mindedly groping her impossibly-perky right breast.

Distracted, the young blonde turned on the radio and jumped into the closest pair of panties she could find and walked back into the closet. Immediately, she could feel her privates itching but accounted that fact on her night of lonesome passion.

As she came out of the closet, disconcerted by the fact that she could not find a pair of shoes with more than 3 inches of heel on them, she swore under her breathe and she looked at the time. She was going to be late again...

 

[Cutie_Kitty]

Amy Cavanagh

They were just finishing their last routine when it happened. Suddenly Amy felt a strange tingling warmth in her chest then her bra felt painfully too tight and small. Every girl in the team reacted at the same time. There were a few “Ow”s and “Ouch”s but the coach, Mrs. O’Connor, paid little attention to it; possibly she assumed the girls were only tired from all the exercises.

Only later on, in the showers did Amy notice what had happened. As the girls stripped and then showered, their naked bodies revealed, and every girl on the team being very attractive, but it seemed that they were all better endowed than before. All of them had beautiful large breasts that swayed and bounced, bigger, and more nicely shaped than before. There were whispered conversations, quickly hushed when Mrs. O’Connor entered the showers. After she left, the whispers returned.

“Your tits look bigger”
“Mine too”
“Honest, your breasts look bigger than before”
“Do you really think so?”
“Definitely, I’m sure they’re bigger”
“Maybe it’s my period, I was sure it wasn’t due yet?”
“Everyone at the same time???”
“Are you sure?”
“Uh….well…they do look different”
“I think yours are!”

When Amy dressed again, to her dismay, her bra wouldn’t fit properly. It literally felt a size too small. The others commented about the same thing but nobody seemed upset. They all just accepted it and many liked it.


After cheerleading practice, exhausted, but otherwise feeling pretty good about her fitness, Amy went with her friends to a local deli that had become well known for their “health shakes”. All the cheerleaders from her school went there, so naturally there were a few boys from another school nearby too.

The girls ignored them today.

“Did you hear?", Sandy exclaimed excitedly in an amazed whisper, “There’s a boy joining our school as a student from tomorrow!”

“Yeah, I heard about it too”, Amy replied, although she couldn’t remember who had told her.

“He’s supposed to be something special”, Anna said, “Makes me antsy just thinking about him.”

Sandy and Amy both nodded in agreement.

Sandy’s eyes were wide and expressive as she asked, “Do you’ll think he’ll be good looking?”

“I hope so!”, Amy replied.

The others giggled at her enthusiasm.

“Sure he will be!”, Anna said with certainty.

Something like a feeling of strangeness itched in the back of Amy’s mind as the conversation carried on. Then it occurred to her that she really couldn’t remember who had originally told her about the boy joining their school. She tried hard to think who it was, but the first time that Amy could recall anyone speaking about it was when Sandy brought it up, yet Amy already knew. Somebody had told her, but who? Was it an announcement over the PA? Amy couldn’t remember one that mentioned a boy joining their school.

Weird. Very weird. How did I forget?

The others in the group continued to excitedly talk about what they were going to do. It was the general agreement that everyone, all of the girls, should cut their skirts a lot shorter and resew the hems to give the new student an exciting welcome. They should shorten all their skirts like that, so when he came to the school for the first time it would be a real thrill.

Despite not being much a part of the conversation, even Amy enthusiastically agreed.

“How short do you think?”, Anna asked.

Amy shrugged.

“Maybe half as long”, she answered, “Really short! If we all do it, the teachers won’t be able to do much about it.”

“If the whole school does it, wow, can you imagine what that would be like?!”, Sandy said, “We should pass the idea around!”

“Good idea!”, Anna said, “Safety in numbers!”

They all grinned and exchanged sly looks as they discussed the idea and the plan formed. Then Amy’s cellphone buzzed and she opened it and saw a text message. It was from a girl that she hardly knew, but it said;

PASS IT AROUND. CUT YOUR SKIRTS SHORT TO SURPRISE GUY STUDENT TOMORROW. SAFETY IN NUMBERS

It was a shock to see that others had been thinking the exact same thing, although it made sense in hindsight, it still gave Amy an eerie feeling. Just to show a little individuality, Amy edited the text message before sending it to her other friends as;

PASS IT AROUND. CUT YOUR SKIRTS SUPER SEXY SHORT TO SURPRISE GUY STUDENT TOMORROW. SAFETY IN NUMBERS

She smiled at Sandy and Anna after that.

“It looks like everyone had the same idea!”, she commented.



That night after dinner, Amy asked her Mum if she could use the sewing machine. Her Mum hadn’t used the sewing machine in ages, so it was left almost forgotten in the sunroom that the family used to store old stuff in. Amy had to move a dozen boxes to find the sewing machine, which she carried back to her room. Filled with excitement about the boy coming the next day, she measured the length of her shortest skirt. Amy figured that wasn’t quite what she wanted, so she halved the measurement and used that instead.

She wasn’t very practiced at cutting cloth, far from it, so Amy made a mess of it at first. The ragged edge was lopsided, so Amy had to cut the skirt again trying to keep it straight this time. She then checked the hem was straight, and finally folded it up a couple more centimetres to make it tidy, then sewed the hem on the sewing machine. The final resulting super-short skirt became her guide, and Amy copied the length on all of her school uniform skirts without noticing that after she folded up the hems that they’d be shorter still. Amy also never checked the length by putting on one of the skirts to see how it looked. For some reason it never occurred to her. She went to bed exhausted.

Her dreams during the night were extremely hot, and erotic, making Amy toss and turn. She dreamed of a boy close to her age, whom she’d never met before, but Amy was in hot and desperate need of him. The only thing that stood out about him was the young man’s enormous penis with it’s huge balls. In Amy’s dreams, this young man had a penis larger than a bull’s, and she felt compelled to keep thinking about it.

The next morning, Amy went and had a shower before she went downstairs to breakfast because she was so embarrassed by the smell of her bedtime exertions. Waking up with wet sheets and a drooling pussy wasn’t something that Amy was used to. In the shower, Amy noticed that her breasts still seemed bigger than usual, a lot bigger, the weight was much heavier than she expected too. They looked beautiful when she saw them in her reflection in the mirror. It confused her a little, but Amy decided that she liked it. Maybe they’d go back to normal size later on, although they didn’t seem swollen. When she later dressed, Amy didn’t bother to wear her bra as she remembered how painfully tight it was the day before. At a guess, she thought her breasts were now a full cup-size larger, but she wasn’t sure. So Amy wore only a T-shirt, panties, and a dressing gown when she went to breakfast.

As Amy walked into the kitchen, her Mum gave her a funny look then frowned as Amy sat down at the table. Dad was already sitting down, newspaper in front of him and cup of coffee and buttered toast half finished. Dad only glanced up at his daughter briefly.

“Good morning, Amy”, he said, then went back to reading the paper.

“Good morning”, Amy replied as she prepared her cereal in a small bowl.

“Amy? Are you wearing panties?”, Mum asked.

Amy nearly jumped she was so surprised by the question.

“Of course I am, Mum”, Amy answered, wondering why her mother would ask such a strange question.

“You should take them off”, her Dad suddenly said, “Right away.”

“What?!”, Amy exclaimed.

“It’s against the law for you to wear them now”, Mum said, “I know it sounds silly, but the police might arrest you or fine you.”

“Is this some kind of joke? Since…since when?”, Amy asked, getting flustered and feeling as if she was dreaming.

“It’s in the news this morning”, Dad told her, “They passed the law in the town council yesterday afternoon. The vote was unanimous.”

“What? I can’t believe this!”, Amy said, “What law? They can’t do that! Can they???”

Dad shook his head, frowning at her.

“Take off the panties, Amy”, Dad ordered her, his tone turning threatening although he didn’t move from his chair.

Hearing that tone of voice, Amy knew better than to argue. She stood up to leave the kitchen, but her Dad grunted.

“Where are you going? Take them off here and now”, Dad told her, “That way we can make sure that you aren’t wearing any. We are not going to let you break the law and get arrested for wearing any kind of pants. Is that understood?”

Blushing and feeling very peculiar, Amy pulled her dressing gown up and pulled her panties down her long thighs and calves. When she stepped out of them, Mum picked up the discarded panties and threw them into the trashcan. The whole situation was so surreal, like a dream, that Amy was half prepared to pinch herself to check that she really was awake.

“That’s better”, Dad said, then he went back to reading his newspaper as if nothing odd had happened.

Amy felt semi-naked now, though her dressing gown hid everything, it was embarrassing not to be wearing any underwear. She shifted uneasily, not sure what to do. Her Mum gave Amy a look of irritation so Amy sat down again and finished her breakfast. She didn’t want to risk making her parents angry again, but as soon as Dad finished reading the newspaper, Amy picked it up and looked through it to find the small news article about the council vote and the new law. The article stunned her, because what her parents had said was true. Amy hadn’t even heard of such a law being discussed, but it was now ILLEGAL for her and the other students of “PHLC & SHS” to wear panties, or pants of any kind!

They can’t enforce such a crazy rule, can they?

Then Amy recalled that from today the new X-level rules start at her school. She was supposed to take off her panties when she first entered the school buildings and never to wear any to school again. Tomorrow the rules were even stricter. The idea of going around without any underwear on made her tingle inside, and Amy still had problems believing it was all happening.

She excused herself from the table, went to the bathroom to brush her teeth, and then up to her bedroom to get ready for school. Amy didn’t even remember her bra, but put on one of her uniform blouses without thinking. As she moved around her bedroom organising her clothes, the soft cotton fabric of the blouse rubbed and caressed her nipples making them stand out. This only made them more ticklish, but Amy was too busy to pay much attention to the sensations. She picked out some other panties to wear, but then remembered what her parents had said. So, she put the panties away again back in her chest of drawers. Next Amy put on her white socks, and finally looked over her uniform skirts. She sorted them out by length and picked the shortest one. It wasn’t until Amy put the skirt on that she began to suspect it might’ve been too short.

Checking her reflection in her dressing table mirror, Amy blushed at how revealing the too short skirt was; it scarcely could be called a skirt.

People will be able to see my panties…oops…they’ll be able to see my pussy, Amy realised.

She checked the lengths of all of her uniform skirts, and tried them on, and none of them covered her decently. Not even the longest skirt which didn’t quite cover her “down there”. Most of the skirts were much shorter than that one though; they were short enough that her pussy was completely exposed, and the lower part of her derriere as well!

I can’t go out in this! Amy thought.

Her Mum called to her from downstairs, “Amy! Hurry up dear, or you’re going to be late for school! The bus will be here any minute.”

Amy took off the too short skirt, deciding that she would wear the longest one that at least barely covered her pussy, but when she tried to put it on, the compulsion to wear the shortest one was too strong. She tried to resist it, while her mother called her again from downstairs, but everytime Amy tried to wear the longer skirts, any of them, her hands would fidget and take them off. Finally, and on the verge of tears, Amy put on the very shortest skirt. It didn’t cover her pussy at all, and would leave the soft hairs visible to everyone. Mum had called again, so Amy grabbed her bag and rushed downstairs while expecting that her Mum would get upset with how indecently short the skirt was. Instead, when Amy arrived downstairs at the front door, Mum smiled at her.

“That’s a nice new look, Amy”, Mum said, “You better hurry, and have a nice day at school.”

Mum gave her a big hug and a kiss before opening the door.

Amy stood there for a long moment, wondering what to do, and in shock. She had no panties on, no bra either, and a skirt so short that it was obvious to everyone, and her Mum acted as if it was a good thing! Her Mum reminded Amy then about the school bus, and acted impatient.

“Come on, Amy!”, Mum said, “Wake up! I can hear the bus coming now!”

With that, Mum hurried Amy out the front door and closed it, leaving her daughter outside with her pussy on display in a ridiculously shortened skirt. The wind blew, and Amy was about to clutch at the hem of her skirt to hold it down, but remembered that was against one of the new school regulations too. Her skirt was blown up high enough to reveal everything while she could only clutch at her school bag and lift it to make sure that nothing was hidden. The hot blush wasn't only on her face but elsewhere too, and she felt as if the whole street was watching her and perving on her. The school-bus was coming up the street, and Amy felt on the edge of rising panic.

I can’t go to school dressed like this! No way!

 

[Natasha_bernier]

By the time she pulled up in the school parking lot, Cassandra was literally fuming with anger. She’d been pulled over *again*. By the very same cop that had busted her the night before, no less! After he was done with the usual “ID and registration” dance, he had started asking her if she was aware of the new law that had passed the very same morning. She had answered that no she wasn’t, but that it was about time those young women started dressing appropriately. At least, this time around, her bust size had seemed to hasten the procedure. She wondered why her stunning figure hadn’t had the same impact the night before... or why the man hadn’t seemed to recognize her.

And why in heaven’s name would he think she was a student at Peach Hills, she thought, letting go of an audible giggle as she did, despite her less-than-good mood. I mean, I am eighteen after all she said to herself, then realizing it wasn’t a very good argument since most seniors at Peach Hills were eighteen or older...

She hadn’t even crossed half the parking lot when it became overwhelmingly obvious that the sting at her crotch was obviously not going to subside. She had thought a good walk would have cleared away any discomfort, but each step just made the itch progressively worse. Could I be developing some sort of allergy she wondered, cocking her head in contemplation. After quickly peeking around to make sure she wasn’t being spied upon, she clawed at her panties under the short marine-blue skirt she had put on distractedly, fishing them out. Instantly, the discomfort subsided and she let out an audible sigh of relief, followed by a giggle. She caught it in time and repressed it, hating the impression of silliness it gave her. But then again, she had been stuck with her giggles all her life, hadn’t she? Hadn’t she?

She shook her head, dismissing the ridiculous notion from her mind and headed toward the teacher’s entrance. Realizing she was still holding her soiled panties, she discretely hung them on the closest driver’s seat window. She giggled at the thought of its owner finding them there, her girlishly airheaded laugh getting on her own nerves.

Two girls passed her on her way there; they were both wearing extremely short skirts that barely covered their bubbly, round asses. At the sight, Cassandra had two distinctly different reaction. The first, the one that came more naturally, was one of utter disgust. Sluts. The second, which came a mere second later, was one of displaced civic pride. Good for them, they’re model students a second voice that was also hers whispered in the back of her mind, and she wondered why she would call such lovely creatures by that name. Then, the shortest of the two girls, the one wearing her hair in a loose ponytail, turned and kissed the other on the cheek sheepishly. Immediately, Cassandra turned red in embarrassment. Get a room you lesbos she thought, immediately before she felt her own nippled harden to the point where they hurt...

As she crossed the threshold to the school, the image of the cute blonde with the ponytail kissing her friend imprinted itself on the screen that was her mind, and she felt suddenly extremely turned on by the idea. It’s disgusting she thought at first. Then, all she could think about was how delightfully charming the whole scene had been, and how she envied them to have each other. She repressed a giggle and sighed, feeling her center moisten noticeably. She walked to the teacher’s room and poured herself a cup of coffee. She hoped the caffeine would clear her thoughts of the mist that seemed to permeate them: first, there was this awesome pair of pink highheeled shoes she had spotted in town, driving to school this morning. They must have had at least 6 inches on them, and she wished she could have had time to stop and pick them up before school. They would have been so much more comfortable than the pair she had on. Then, there were all these incongruencies in her mind; it almost felt like she was two people at once...

“Hey Cassie” a male teacher said, slapping her butt as a friendly hello as he passed her by on his way out the lounge.

She felt like throwing a very loud and angry tantrum at the old man. But instead, she blushed and giggled before answering “Hello Gary” and walked on her way, not giving it a second thought. Boy I wish they’re not out of those pink shoes tonight she thought as she walked in her first period class.

 

[Fat_lot_of_good]

Brian

In the wee hours of the morning before dawn, Brian suddenly awoke as some very worrying thoughts occurred to him. He knew that he’d been missing some small details when he’d used the Master PC program the night before, and they were rather complex instructions but Brian was confident that with the power of that computer program he could get himself out of any situation if he planned ahead. Bleary eyed and still half asleep, Brian got out of bed and turned on his computers. Then he sighed as he waited for the old PC to start up fully.

When he had Master PC up and running again, Brian started typing in some more changes;
SUBJECT; Everyone (except me) in the area of effect.
Command;
“They will not notice any changes in the appearance of Cassandra Evans, including her apparent physiological age being younger than before. Those who do not know her or recognize her will assume that Cassandra Evans is a teenager, and not really believe that she is more than a year older than 18 years old.”
He right-clicked on ALWAYS, then clicked on SEND.

Brian thought that he better make sure that all those embarrassed girls in their microskirts go to school too, so he typed;
SUBJECT; All students of Peach Hills Ladies College and Senior High School.
Command;
“All students will try to get to school on time, every school day, and will continue to participate in their regular school activities, after-school activities, and social activities unless they are too sick to do so. All students will insist on, and encourage other students that they know to continue to participate in these activities, to continue to go out, go shopping, visit each other, and travel by their regular transport, as usual. ”
He right-clicked on ALWAYS, then clicked on SEND.

SUBJECT; Everyone older than 21 in the area of effect.
Command;
“They will not notice any recent changes in the appearance or behaviour of the students of Peach Hills Ladies College and Senior High School.”
He right-clicked on ALWAYS, then clicked on SEND.

Brian was getting a hard-on again by this time with all the thinking about the sexy girls at the school, and how they would look. One of the girls that he really liked had been in his Mathematics class, she was smart and very cute, with a nice body although her tits weren’t as large as Brian would’ve liked. Sometimes she was a bit too smart, and Brian suspected that she scared away a lot of boys with her attitude. He decided to do something about it, but because Brian was sleepy again by this time and horny as hell, he may have gone a bit too far as he began typing;
SUBJECT; Amy Cavanagh.
Command;
“Remove all body hair from below neck, and make skin baby-smooth, without scars or wrinkles. Tighten pussy but make more elastic as well to be able to accept a much larger cock inside. Make pussy neat and compact. Enlarge breasts to DD-cup size, but without any sagging, and without harmful strain on shoulders or back. Make nipples ¾ inch long, and proportionally thicker and more sensitive. Make clitoris 4 times larger, always exposed and unhooded, and proportionally a lot more sensitive. Make all erogenous zones 10 times more sensitive, and always feeling pleasure. Heal all injuries, and cure any remaining problems and signs of old injuries and surgery. Make all her physical features twice as feminine and more beautiful. Make legs four inches longer, in proper proportion, but reduce overall height by two inches and still keeping rest of body in proper proportion. Make ass firmer and rounder, expanding size of bottom by 10%. Make head hair grow down to waist length at back, and make it as lustrous and healthy in appearance as possible. Make immune to all diseases and poisons. Make immune to harmful radiation. Stop any further physical aging. Make waist 4 inches narrower, and flatten abdomen. Make her always very horny and extremely sexually aroused enough that she will want sex all the time. Make her pussy produce enough vaginal lubricant at all times to be embarrassing. Make her vaginal lubricant delicious, but mild in flavour, with almost no odour. Make her very interested in sex with other girls, as well as with Brian Bigcock, and with Cassandra Evans. Even naked, she will not suffer any ill effects from cold temperatures (she will always feel comfortably warm). She will never be tired or exhausted by sexual activity, and will always have enough energy to continue, and not need sleep while engaged in sexual activity with anyone else. She will be acutely embarrassed and aroused by her own sexier appearance with every change that is made with the Master PC program. Being embarrassed will make her hornier, and being so horny will make her more embarrassed.”
He right-clicked on TRIGGER, then typed: As soon as she gets in a bus or a car to go to school. Then Brian clicked on SEND.

That gave him an idea too, so he added another one;
SUBJECT; All mothers of cheerleaders of Peach Hills Ladies College and Senior High School.
Command;
“While her daughter is out of the house, she will cut all of her daughter’s school uniform skirts, and all of her daughter’s other skirts and dresses 3cm shorter everyday, and resew them to be shorter and sexier until the skirts become only 12cm long. Amy Cavanagh’s mother, and all of the mothers agree and accept that Amy Cavanagh’s skirts and dresses must be shortened dramatically while Amy is out at school today, and that new sexier skirts and dresses must be made for Amy Cavanagh that do not cover her pussy, none of her skirts may be longer than 10cm (basically a mere belt of cloth), and none of her clothes may cover more lower than her shortest skirt.”
He right-clicked on ALWAYS. Then Brian clicked on SEND.

He thought a little more about what he’d set up, and then decided before going to bed to add a little bit more though he was very sleepy and about to close his eyes by this time.
SUBJECT; Amy Cavanagh & Cassandra Evans
Command;
“From now on, they have a tiny little tattoo on their right ass-cheek that they can not see, but everyone else can. The tattoo is an image of a small pink loveheart with the words; property of Brian Bigcock.“
He right-clicked on IMMEDIATELY and then SEND.

SUBJECT; Girls with the property of Brian Bigcock tattoo (such as Amy Cavanagh & Cassandra Evans).
Command;
“She must buy a pair of pink shoes with 6” high heels as soon as possible, and the only shoes that she will be able to wear must have heels at least 5” high or more. She will no longer have any understanding of the value of money, and will not be able to read numbers although she can still understand numbers verbally. When she sits or lies down, she won’t be able to close her legs but must keep them wide enough so that people nearby can see her pussy. Whatever way she moves will always result in her exposing herself or putting herself on sexy display no matter how unwilling she is to do so. She will always unconsciously behave and speak in a very flirty manner and she will only be aware of it afterwards. She will unconsciously eat and drink in a very sexy way without being able to stop herself from doing so. She will have the appearance and increasingly similar habits and attitudes of a teenage girl in a very sexy way. She will love to surround herself with pink things. From now on, she will be very gullible (believing anything she is told is true, or reads as being stated as true, until it is proven false by her own personal experience). Whenever she tries to cover her pussy with one of her hands, that hand will start blatantly fingering her pussy and will not stop until she has tried either several times to move her hand away, or someone else starts molesting her, or has sex with her. Whenever she is thoughtful or fidgety, she will unconsciously play with her pussy then taste the pussy-juice on her fingers. Whenever she thinks about me, or sees me, she will unconsciously play with her pussy unless she concentrates on not doing so. She will not be able to stop anyone from molesting her in a sexual way, or avoid any sexual contact once physical contact is made by another person for as long as that other person chooses to touch her, chooses to molest her sexually, or chooses to have sex with her.”
He right-clicked on ALWAYS and then SEND.

SUBJECT; All young women, teenage girls, and women younger than 50 (except girls with the property of Brian Bigcock tattoo such as Amy Cavanagh & Cassandra Evans) in area of effect.
Command;
“Everytime they are very close (within easy touching range) of any girl who has a property of Brian Bigcock tattoo, they want to caress & touch her sexually, and they especially desire to frig and/or finger-fuck her pussy and caress her lovely ass-cheeks. They love & desire to see teenage girls & young women sexually caressing & touching any girl who has a property of Brian Bigcock tattoo, especially when they know that others are frigging and/or finger-fucking any such girl’s pussy and that she can do nothing to resist this. They want to sexually molest and blatantly fuck any girl who has a property of Brian Bigcock tattoo with a variety of sex-toys, phallic-shaped vegetables, other phallic-shaped objects, and finger-fuck her in the most embarrassing circumstances as FREQUENTLY as possible. They want to see other teenage girls & young women sexually molest and blatantly fuck any girl who has a property of Brian Bigcock tattoo with a variety of sex-toys, phallic shaped vegetables, other phallic-shaped objects, and finger-fuck her in the most embarrassing circumstances as FREQUENTLY as possible as well. They must be both discrete when this occurs (that it is not blatantly witnessed in full view close-up by any males (except Brian Bigcock, or the briefest of glimpses by any other men)), and they must ensure that any girl who has a property of Brian Bigcock tattoo is sexually molested in this way in circumstances that MIGHT risk exposure to other witnesses in ways that will embarrass her as often as possible. They must never tell any girl with a property of Brian Bigcock tattoo of this requirement."
Then Brian right-clicked on ALWAYS and SEND.

Finally on the verge of falling asleep in front of his computer, Brian added one last thing.
SUBJECT; Everyone (except for Brian Bigcock and those girls with the property of Brian Bigcock tattoo such as Amy Cavanagh & Cassandra Evans) in area of effect.
Command;
“They will accept as completely true that any girl with a property of Brian Bigcock tattoo is owned 100% by Brian Bigcock, and will think that this is a very good thing for everyone.”
He clicked on ALWAYS then SEND, before going to bed at last…

*****************


The buzzing of the alarm clock was such an irritating noise that Brian slammed his hand down onto the clock too hard, shattering it into smithereens. He awoke with a start when he realised what he’d done, staring in surprise at the smashed remnants of the cheap clock. There were pieces of it all over the room!

“Oh shit!”, Brian swore, “I made myself too strong!”

He sat up in bed and groaned as one oversized testicle bumped into another. Brian dismissed the idea of going back to how it was before despite the little problems. Better to enjoy the new opportunities, he thought, and worry about the minor disadvantages later on after he’d had some fun.

Besides, maybe all he needed was time to get used to having a different body.

It amazed him how strongly that he felt it necessary to get to school on time, but Brian rationalized the feeling as being borne of his excitement at the possibilities of sex from this day onward. Brian was much hungrier than usual too, so he ate a big breakfast of ham, eggs, toast, cereal, sausages, orange juice, and kept snacking as he prepared for his first day at the school as a student.

“Damn”, Brian said out loud as he about to get dressed, “I should’ve thought about a uniform.”

He looked at the clock and decided to hurry instead. He really didn’t want to be late for school. None of Brian’s usual clothes fit him properly anymore, especially not his jeans. It also would’ve been a painful experience if he tried to wear underpants with his newly enlarged dick and balls. So he didn’t bother wearing any. Brian dressed in baggy black trackpants, a sloppyjoe, and a jacket. The loose clothing fit comfortably, but not perfectly.

He went light, not even bothering with a rucksack, since he couldn’t conceive of anything to bring that he couldn’t buy (like lunch), or didn’t yet need (like textbooks). Normally, Brian would’ve gone to the school by car, but he remembered there was a rule against students driving cars to school since the parking was reserved for teachers. Knowing how often the local cops liked to stop and check young guys driving cars, he thought it would be problem that he didn’t yet have a driver’s license as Brian Bigcock.

Brian ended up leaving the house and walking down the street two blocks to the nearest bus-stop. It was a strange feeling too; he felt good, and walking was easy, but he was surprised by how clear everything looked. The colours stood out, and he could see better than ever before. The distant mountains around the town of Peach Hills were dramatically covered by rolling clouds that morning, and Brian could easily see every wisp, every curl, and identify every model of car and truck going up the road on that far away mountainside. As he walked, his balls bounced heavily and that slowed him down, so Brian wondered if he could run without holding onto them. He might seriously have to do some shopping for underwear that might actually fit.

At the bus-stop, there were only men waiting, no women, but when the bus finally arrived it was crowded already with men and women on their way to work. Brian hadn’t taken a bus for years, so it was a learning experience to watch how the ticket machine worked, and to see that there were security cameras in the bus as well. It was a very modern bus, big windows, stylish design, and the seats looked more comfortable than he’d expected. Most of the commuters onboard were men, but as Brian stood in the aisle near the rear of the bus, more and more women got on at many of the stops. Most of the women seemed to be crowding up close to where he was, but Brian wasn’t sure why. Their close proximity was becoming arousing, and Brian could feel his dick begin stirring to life. By the time the bus had reached the bus-stop near the school, Brian was desperately trying to hide his huge erection by pulling down his jacket down. If he hadn’t, the head of his cock would’ve been seen poking out from above the waistband of his trackpants for sure.

Brian got off the bus in a hurry, but not before his backside got pinched. That had never happened to him before, so he was more than a little surprised. He half-wondered what would’ve eventuated if he’d stayed on the bus a little longer, then dismissed the images that arose as being too unlikely…or were they?

Shaking his head free of persistently horny fantasies, Brian walked the rest of the way to the school.

After nearly eight minutes of walking, he saw the first high-school girls wearing the dark-blue crenulated skirts, dark-blue jackets, and white blouses of Peach Hills Ladies College. The first group of four girls were attractive, but it was their skirts which really caught the attention of every man walking down the street, with most having skirts that were only barely long enough for the hem to be just below the meeting place between their thighs. The slightest breeze would’ve revealed their panties. A teenage boy riding a bicycle passed them by and turned to looked back – and smacked straight into a telephone pole because he wasn’t looking where he was going. The next group of girls that Brian saw a minute later were five very attractive girls, all he recognized as the local fashion-bimbos that pretended to be troublemakers in the school; their skirts were even shorter, with the hems cut so high and daring that they revealed little white flashes of their cotton panties as they moved, making them look as inviting as candy.

Brian thought that they’d be very interesting to watch as he walked to school.

Then he turned a corner and saw he was only one hundred yards from the front gate. The school was surrounded by a 10’ high wall, and beyond that the school grounds were quite extensive and large because the land here was probably so cheap, as the school was in a slightly isolated area on the edge of town, with forests on two sides, a farm on the third side, and just a small road (which had farms on the other side opposite the school anyway) along the fourth side. There were three concrete buildings of a simple boxy-style, two of them were four-storeys high, one was the sports-hall & indoor-pool building which was lower and only two-storeys high.

Alongside the wide front gate was a big placard sign;

PEACH HILLS LADIES COLLEGE & SENIOR HIGH SCHOOL
Founded 1908

For the first time, he could actually read it, and from a hundred yards away too! Brian strode towards the school entrance, while his eyes roved over the dozens of high-school girls in their blue uniforms that were clustering around the gates as they made their casual way in. The girls chatted, and preened, and talked on their cellphones. Outside the gate, Brian recognized the school principal, Mr Williams, standing and waiting in a straight-backed manner and looking as stern as always. When Mr Williams saw Brian, his expression frowned very slightly in disapproval, but his voice when he spoke was welcoming.
“Brian Bigcock, I presume”, he said while starting to smile, “I see that you don’t have a uniform…Don’t worry yet, this is all very new and different neh? There will be a decision later on this.”
“Oh - okay”. Brian replied, unsure of exactly what was going on.
The principal smiled at him, and continued, “As a new student on your first day at our school I’m sure that you must be nervous. Don’t worry. We’re very happy to have you here, and I’m sure the other students will welcome you.”

While the principal was speaking to him, Brian noticed the curious glances of the girls as they walked by. He also noticed that a few girls reacted with a faint expression of surprise or jumped as if getting a mild electric shock as they strode through the school-gates. The principal guided him towards the gate, and inside. Quite a few glances from girls nearby were definitely thoughtful and curious, but most seemed to think that Brian was a worker of some kind.
He was surprised to hear faint voices in his head, and realized with amazement that he could “hear” stray thoughts from the girls – it really did work!
…Uh? What was that tingle?...Nice muscles…Who’s that boy?....

He followed Mr Williams to the main building, and saw there was a bit of a crowded traffic-jam of girls in front of the wide open double-doors of the main building entrance. It was difficult to see why at first. Then as Brian got closer, he saw a sight that made his cock begin to harden rapidly in his pants…
Girls were stopping at the entrance to the building. He saw a red-haired girl stop and put her hands up under her super-short skirt. Another girl who had stopped next to the red-head was already pulling her white cotton panties down her long thighs. A girl with a tiny skirt and bleached-blonde hair lifted up her skirt revealing a glimpse of one rounded smooth ass-cheek as she grabbed hold of her pink panties and started pulling them down her long legs… Girls were holding panties in their hands as they passed the entrance threshold. All the girls were blushing brightly, and some were trying to hide their faces by looking downward. Some of the girls, Brian knew by name from the Math classes. He would’ve loved to stay for awhile watching all the girls taking their panties off, but Mr Williams got his attention and ushered him inside past the crowd of girls. Brian was well aware that his rising boner was going to be very obvious, very quickly, but he couldn’t stop it. He realized that being a teenager again meant that his hormones must be raging inside, and erections would come all too easily.
In the hallway, he saw girls throwing scrunched-up cotton panties into the trash-can by the doors. The trash-can was already full of dozens, maybe hundreds of panties. He became well aware of what that meant, and that every girl in the school building had no panties on – and they all wore super-short skirts. His dick was becoming so hard, that Brian had to hide the blatant bulge by holding his backpack in front of him.
Mr Williams showed him to the locker-room, and told Brian that he could put his bag in a locker which they’d already assigned to him, but Brian declined by saying that he had very little to carry anyway. Mr Williams merely shrugged and began telling Brian about the school schedule. He showed the classrooms for each subject, and the tour continued upstairs. Brian was a bit disappointed that nobody else was using the stairs, and mentioned how quiet it was.
The principal replied, “By this time, most students are already in their classes. Over here is your main classroom…Class 3-6.”

The door was still open as Brian followed the school principal into a classroom that was filled with teenage girls. Most of the girls were large breasted, and there was a teenage girl standing near the teacher’s desk who was very big breasted and had a body like a Playboy fantasy. Tight-waisted, very leggy, and dressed in a very sexy casual skirt and blouse. She wasn’t wearing a school uniform but Brian didn’t recognise her, so he was slow to realise who she was.

“Ah, Ms Evans”, Mr Williams greeted her, “You’re looking very good today, positively glowing with youth. This is Brian Bigcock, the male student that will be joining our school from today. I trust that you read the Department of Education’s letter about it, and their rulings on the matter? Could you make sure that our young Mr Bigcock here is well acquainted with the rules of the school and give him any help he needs to fit in?”

 

[Natasha_bernier]

As Cassandra's older cousin walked in, she couldn't help but be shocked by his flagrent disregard for the new rules in effect. Wearing nothing but a pair of trackpants, he could be in serious trouble with the authorities if they ever found him in this attire. Some small part of her found it odd that even male students would have to wear a skirt, but the small voice was soon gone. This line of reasoning led her to question why on earth a male boy had been accepted within the walls of Peach Hills, but as soon as she did, her mind became clouded with cotton-candy thoughts, and she found herself craving the beautiful pink shoes she'd seen early this morning on the ride to work.

"Of course." she answered the principal simply. "Take a seat next to Ms... errr, Amy's desk." she conveniently substituted, not quite remembering the hot bombshell's last name. This is odd she thought, her nose furrowing in a cute way. Haven't I always referred to the students by their last name? As she did, Mr Williams walked past her on his way out and cupped her ass cheek discretely through her skirt's thin fabric, making her flush. She giggled, and this time did not try to cover it up. By the time the principal had stepped out of class, her mind had completely dismissed any notion of there being anything wrong with addressing her students chummily by their first name.

She sat at her desk, first intending to cross her right leg over her left, but then discovering that she couldn't. She felt very embarassed by this, not only because of her lack of panties, but also because her thighs were drenched with her own sweet honey. Every day, she came to school, her pussy dry as a bone, and everyday when she stepped out, she was completely drenched; her skirts, as short as they were, stained by the sticky liquid. It made her quite embarassed, but she could never remember to do anything about it when she got home, or take an appointment with a clinic. After all, it was normal for women to wet themselves from their own naughty thoughts, wasn't it? Besides, in a perverted subconscious way, she guessed it turned her own to be covered in pre-cum all day.

"Now that he's gone..." she addressed the students as soon as the principal was out the door "...I guess we'll start with your math homework." She was embarassed to realize that she had no lesson plan prepared for the day. This bothered her, since she had never forgotten to schedule her class ever. This seemed like the careless behaviour she had shown years... err, well, some time ago when she herself had been in college. Oh well she sighed as an after-thought whatever...

While her students were fetching their books, she reached inside her purse and was delighted to find a piece of gum left. She loved gum. It helped to pass the time while she was sitting in front of class, waiting for the day to end. When she closed her purse, the strap broke off and she wrinkled her nose in a cute twelve-year-old fashion again in tick of frustration. Oh well, it wasn't very nice anyways. Who wants a beige purse anyways, what was I thinking when I bought the ugly thing...

The first student in the right row, a girl with red hair and freckles in her booming clevage, started reading the question, then her answers to the homework. The first answer made sense, so Cassie nodded her on. The second, a brunette wearing too much makeup, read her obviously-wrong answer aloud, then got ok'ed by the obviously distracted teacher in the front of the class. Nobody said a word. After all, everyone knew easy-Cassie wasn't very good at math. She was perfectly contend sitting at her desk, her jaw working purposefully at chewing her gum, occasionally expertly making a popping noise out of the stretched out gum between her tongue and lips.

This continued on for a little while, the answers getting goofier and goofier; Cassie was paying less and less attention to her class. Instead, she had been delighted to find that if she just hung her leg loosely on her knee and moved her foot up-and-down rapidly, it sent a pleasant sensation up her long sensuous leg, all the way into her pussy. This, over time, made her hornier and hornier, augmenting her already generous production of vaginal lubricant so that it had started dripping down the front legs of her chair.

By the end of the first half of class, she was so turned on by her own scent that she needed to find some way to relieve her strong urges. "Find something do do." she said bluntly. "I have to go pee." She didn't realize what she had said before the words had parted from her lips. She blushed as she heard some of the girls snicker behind her. Normally, she would have pretexted some kind of extravagant professional excuse, to cover whatever activities of a personal nature. She giggled to herself, suddenly finding herself silly, as she closed the class door and headed toward the teacher's lounge.

:::OOC::: There, that should leave you kids ample opportunity to be naughty behind my back :::/OOC:::

As she walked in the empty school corridor, her 3" high-hells making loud, echo-enhanced noises, she started being aware that she was purposefully swaying her ass from side to side, a very distracting picture for anyone within line of sight. Have some self control. You're starting to behave like one of those teenage whores she told herself, then giggled at her own silent words. Her sway wasn't so bad, she now thought after further consideration. But I really need to do something about those shoes... she stared at her feet. They barely have any heels on 'em! She puckered her lips in a mocked childish pout of disgust, and started walking faster. She wasn't really in any hurry to reach the lounge, but she found that the friction of her drenched thighs against her already swollen labia kept a smile on her lips.

She blew a pink bubble which popped loudly in the empty corridor, then turned the corner into the teacher's lounge. Gary, one of the psychology teachers, was sitting on the sofa, reading a paper. "Town councel votes unanimously" the headline screamed boldly, obviously referring to the new law regardin the Peach Hills attire passed the previous day. There were some symbols on the corner of the page where the date should have been, but they didn't make sense to her. Misprint she thought dismissively.

"Cassie!" the middle-aged man exclaimed as he heard the less-than-discrete ticking sound of her heels on the parquet, a broad smile on his face.

She smiled shyly at the man, her cheeks still flushed from her walk here. She had wished the lounge would be empty so that she could... could do what? Collect herself? Or lock the door while she gave herself a very loud and deserving rub-job? She couldn't do that, masturbate! That was for nymphomaniacs! Her mind was confused, and this time she didn't intend on getting distracted. But Gary was gravitating around her, and the warmth of his body made her will feather away.

"I know that you're confused." he said, faking understanding. He had adopted a very gentle tone, nothing like his usual arrogant self. She usually didn't like Gary very much, but today, she seemed more tolerant of him somehow... "I know why you're confused." he added, reinforcing his image.

How could Gary know about her confusion, her duplicious thoughts ever since this morning. How had he guessed about her sudden sexual surge that was clouding her judgement, her thoughts. She didn't see how he could know, yet she believed him. There was no doubt in her mind that he understood her problems.

"What should I do?" she asked naively. "Ever since this morning, I feel more and more lost. I'm fixated on sex. I can't keep my concentration. Even Brian, you know my cousin Brian? I had to take my eyes off him this morning, or I swear I would have..." she stopped herself short before the words starting pouring out. Strange, this was the first time it had hit her how much of a perversion it was to have the hots for one's cousin. Or actually, it was the first time she realized that Brian was indeed her cousin. She had known all along, but there was just something about saying it out loud that made things more real, more concrete.

Gary seemed a bit confused himself, although it didn't keep him from approaching Cassie more and more, his presence like a shadow, or in his case, an octopus. Wow! he told himself. Score! First time the ol' psychological trick pays off so neatly!

When Cassie forcefully drew her dreamy thoughts away from her own cousin's dreamy body, she realized that Gary had moved behind her and was caressing her right ass cheek with his warm hand. "Nice tattoo." he remarked, moving even closer.

By this point, Cassie was too hot and wet to question his remark about the tattoo, which she didn't remember getting. Gary moved in even closer, and the bulge in his pants became very much apparent. The young woman's throat clicked as she started breathing heavily, and Gary cupped her left breast from behind, getting a handful from her D cup tit. Her nipples were fully erect, and rubbing against the fabric of her blouse. They ached from the delay in gratification.

She wanted to protest; after all, she hated Gary, but his ministrations felt too good for her to form any coherent sentence. It just felt better, right even, to give in and drown in the pleasure.

She felt her pussy burning with desire, and could not keep her own hand away from it, as degrading and disgusted as she felt it to be. After a few minutes, she felt the psych prof pulling away and her heart skipped a beat, needing his touch more than anything else right now.

She turned around, an expression of pure lusty need on her face, and found him kicking his pants away. He had closed, then locked the door also, she noticed, her head spinning from the deprivation. He reached for his underwear and unveiled a raging hard-on, not nearly as big as she'd hoped from his past allusions to his own endowments, but big enough to satisfy her current predicament.

"Suck on me, bitch." he spoke, obviously a bastard at heart. Here, in the heat of the moment, he had lost his kind voice, but soon made up for it: "You'll feel better afterwards." he claimed, and that seemed to be enough to convince Cassie.

Her face turned from puzzlement to joy as she kneeled in front of the thirty-something man and wrapped her gentle hand around his blood-infused cock. She was nervous; she had never sucked on a man's penis before. She had always felt it to be too degrading, yet Gary's assurance and her naive acceptance of it seemed to have made that worry disappear completely.

She began working her right hand up and down the man's shaft, her other hand busy rubbing against her own aching pussy. At first, she had only the courage to lick the top of the man's cock with the tip of her tongue, afraid of what it might taste. But after a few minutes, her own hotness overrode her sense of caution and she had taken him deep between her hot, eager lips, pulsing her two fingers against the cap of her clitoris in rhythm.

She longed for the relief he had promised her, and even though she didn't understand how giving the rude teacher a blowjob could make her own cravings go away, she went on happily, confident that she would feel better soon.

"Oh yeah, don't stop." the male teacher moaned, his words somewhat feeble. She giggled, her tongue fluttering across the slitted opening of the man's rod. "Deeper, depper." he added, and she acquiesced. It felt like taking in a whole banana in her mouth at once. Only this banana was rock hard, and hot as hell. She felt the veins covering the length of Gary's penis on her pallet, now very noticeable, and she tried to push him even deeper in, but it hit the wall of her mouth and she had to expulse the foreign object from her mouth as she gagged slightly.

At that precise instant, Gary moaned loudly and came, his semen covering Cassie's face and some of her hair. "Bitch!" he swore after he was done unloading his load on her pretty young face. "You have to swallow!" He seemed angry, and Cassie didn't exactly know why, her throat still a bit irritated by her spontaneous unexpected reaction.

Before either of them could say another word, the fire alarm erupted in the hallway, and they started to hear footsteps and chairs being pulled on the floor from the neighboring classes.

Gary, who had already started to dress, headed out the door without as much as a look in her direction.

Cassie swore loudly, for the second time today, even though she had always detedted swearing, and put her dress back on. Fucking alarm! she thought grumpily as she stepped out the door, her pussy still aching from the unfulfilled need of sex.

 

[Cutie_Kitty]

Amy Cavanagh

As she stood there in front of her house, Amy’s feet began to cramp and she found herself standing more on tiptoe to stop the pain. The school-bus would be arriving at the stop in only a minute or two, so Amy hurriedly took out her keys and opened the door to the house again. She ran upstairs to her bedroom, found her highest heeled shoes in the bottom of her wardrobe and ran back downstairs and put them on at the front door. The shoes were white slippers with 5” heels and decorated with shiny pink, blue, and silvery plastic gems. They were very pretty, and Amy had saved up for months to buy them for the summer party, but right then she really wished that she had pink high-heels instead. Quickly she rushed back out, not wanting to miss the bus, and wishing that she was allowed to hold down her ridiculously and embarrassing too short skirt. Again, Amy cursed herself for being so silly in cutting all her school uniform skirts too short without properly measuring them the night before.

The bus-driver must’ve thought she was worth waiting for because just as the bus was about to pull away from the bus-stop, he stopped the bus and waited for Amy to come running in the open doors. She went up the short steps showing her pass, and blushing furiously as she noticed the driver’s eyes look down at her tiny skirt, widening as he obviously saw her pussy openly on display. Amy couldn’t even cover her indecent exposure with her school-bag as it was against the school rules.

At the same time as she was getting on the bus, she felt her skin tingling hotly all over and her blouse suddenly feeling very tight. A wave of dizziness hit her, and she felt smaller somehow. Shorter. There was a popping, ripping sound as buttons from her blouse popped off and bounced down the aisle of the school-bus. Amy hurriedly sat down in the nearest seat as her blouse opened, and her huge breasts were exposed. Not understanding it yet, she tried to close her blouse and discovered that most of the buttons had come off. Then Amy noticed that her tits had grown.

Her breasts were literally huge, much, much, much bigger than they were moments before. Heat and lust surged through her private place between her thighs, wetness dribbling down her labia as Amy spread her knees apart. She was in shock by this time, and tried to close her legs again but they spread ever wider of their own accord; unfortunately the seat she was on was one of the long sideways ones at the front, facing another long seat where already other girls were sitting. That meant the other girls opposite Amy could see everything between her spreading thighs. Instead of looking shocked though, the other girls expressions were odd, looking at Amy more in the way that guys would – with interest.

Surprised and in a panic about her own unwanted exhibitionism, Amy stood up and walked down to the back of the bus to find another seat, but the only free seat available was the long one at the very rear. For a moment she stood undecided but it was her too short skirt that made her choose to sit down at the one empty spot, next to another girl who was looking out the window at the time. Amy didn’t recognise her immediately, but was relieved when the girl glanced at her. It was one of her best friends, Sandy.

Sandy smiled at her.

“Oh, hi!”, Sandy greeted her in a friendly way but then changed tone as her eyes went wide and stared at Amy’s huge breasts, “I haven’t seen you…huh? Amy??? What happened to you?!”

Amy blushed but didn’t know what to say. She was still getting her head around what had just happened as well. She glanced down at her big mounds that filled her blouse and kept popping free, then brushed a hand through her long hair. Really long hair. It was another shock to discover that her hair had grown instantly to long enough to reach her waist. It was fine and very soft as well.

“I…I don’t know”, Amy answered, “I don’t know what’s happening at all! I feel so strange, and I’m scared.”

Sandy smiled kindly then, reaching out with a hand to rest on Amy’s left thigh.

“It’s alright, Amy”, Sandy said, as her hand began to caress upwards in little circles that set off tingles between Amy’s thighs.

At first, Amy assumed that Sandy was only trying to calm her down, but as the hand rose ever closer to her centre Amy began to squirm.

“Could you stop that for a moment?”, Amy asked, but not moving her hands or closing her parted knees.

“Why?”, Sandy asked, “Doesn’t it make you feel more calm?”

The hand just then reached Amy’s pussy-lips and made Amy gasp.

“No…”, Amy protested, “You should stop. We’re on a bus.”

Sandy only smiled more in reply while her fingers began sliding up and around and down Amy’s wet and very sensitive labia. It felt far nicer that her own fingers had ever felt. Too good.

“Please?”, Amy said, yet finding that she couldn’t move her hands to stop Sandy from touching her in her most private place.

Sandy only said, “Shhh – you don’t want to attract attention do you?”

She pushed her middle finger slowly into Amy’s little cunny embarrassingly easily, as Amy was incredibly wet already.

Amy tried to pull away, close her legs, anything to stop what Sandy was doing to her. Just then after the bus had stopped again and more students got onboard, a group of four girls came down the aisle and sat down on the rearmost seat. One of them sat right next to Amy and looked over at what was happening. Amy wanted to hide but could only look down in humiliation and shame as Sandy’s finger continued stroke inside her without Amy even able to close her legs to stop her.

“Oh, that looks fun”, the blonde girl said, “Can I try?”

“What? No!”, Amy protested.

Sandy replied smoothly, “Sure, go ahead!”

She removed her hand from Amy’s cunny, and it was replaced quickly by the blonde girl’s hand. Amy was mortified. She was being fingered on the school-bus and could do nothing about it! To add to her humiliation, the two girls sitting in the seat in front of her turned around to see what was going on. One of them was another of Amy’s friends, Anne, and next to her was Julie, one of the cheerleaders. Amy wanted to sink down into her seat and hide, crawl away, but all she could do was close her eyes as her face burned with shame.

“Oh cool!”, Julie cried out, “Is that Amy? What happened to your tits? They’re HUGE!”

Amy couldn’t bear to look, but a quick peek and she saw that lots of girls had turned around in their seats to see what was happening. At the same time, the blonde girl and Sandy took turns playing with Amy’s pussy and had begun fondling her breasts as well. They had opened her blouse and had both of Amy’s breasts bared to the air. They pinched her nipples and were driving her crazy as she tried to plead with them to stop, and wanted to pull away but couldn’t.

It was the bus-driver noticing the commotion at the rear of the bus that finally rescued her. Amy didn’t see exactly what happened, but the bus stopped sharply to a halt, and then the driver’s voice bellowed as he’d gotten out of his seat and started to walking down the aisle with heavy feet.

“Everyone back to your seats!”, his gravely voice shouted, “Right now! You!”, he shouted and pointed at Amy, “Up front where I can make sure you aren’t making trouble.”

He stood there glaring at her, until Amy stood up while hastily covering her breasts again. She picked up her school-bag and then blushed hot as she remembered how short her skirt was. The driver looked down at her smoothly hairless pussy and grinned.

“You’ve got two choices”, he told her, “Either you stand up at the front of the bus, or you get off and walk the rest of the way!”

Amy nodded, and looked down, but she went to the front of the bus and stayed standing. Everyone else was seated, and nobody offered her a seat either. The driver returned to his seat and started the bus again. Amy could only stand there, her skirt too short, her pussy and much of her bottom uncovered, and her high-heels emphasizing how sexual her appearance was. Her huge bra-less breasts bounced and swayed with every movement the rest of the trip, sometimes coming free of her blouse because most of the buttons were gone.

If there was only compensation to her situation, it was seeing that she wasn’t the only one wearing a ridiculously super-short skirt. As she looked around and had the time to notice, EVERY girl on the bus, all of them students of Peach Hills Ladies College and Senior High School, wore skirts that were far too short to be decent. In the front seats, Amy could see the cotton panties of most of them, but a few like her, weren’t wearing panties and with their tiny skirts, their pussy fur was easy to see. From the way their breasts moved under their white blouses, it seemed as if NONE of the girls were wearing bras. They were all blushing, and everyone looked embarrassed by how they were dressed, but none of them were as slutty looking as Amy realised that she looked. She was almost naked, or practically so.

After what seemed like an eternity, the bus finally stopped outside the school, and everyone hurried to get off. Amy was more reluctant though, as the idea of walking around the school with her pussy openly on display appalled her. But as the girls went past her towards the doors, hands caressed her bottom under the too short skirt, and sometimes fingers would touch her between her thighs as well. She couldn’t seem to do anything to stop them, and that made it worse, and worse still, she was incredibly hot and needing it inside. Her sweetness was making long wet trails down her upper thighs reminding her, and yet Amy wasn’t able to move her hands to wipe the wetness away.

Then Sandy, Anne, Julie, and some other girls that Amy knew unceremoniously guided her off the bus.

“School, remember?”, Sandy said, “Come on, Amy! I don’t know how your tits suddenly got so big but you’re acting like a dreamy-head.”

“Yeah”, Julie agreed, “And I can’t believe that you could go around with a skirt like that! People can see everything! I thought ours were too short, but yours can’t even be called a skirt! Did you bother to measure it before you cut it super short like that?”

Amy nodded, blushing everywhere, ready to start crying.

“I can’t go in like this!”, she complained, “There’s no way!”

“You have to!”, Anne told her, “Besides, you aren’t the only one with no panties on. My Mom wouldn’t let me wear any today either.”

“It won’t matter later on”, Sandy commented, “I have to take mine off as soon as we’re about to go in. Those new x-level rules are so perverted. None of us is allowed to wear any panties on the way home today or from tomorrow anyway.”

Anne was too impatient for so much talking, she told them, “Come on, let’s go or we’ll be late for class!”

Amy didn’t want to go in, but she didn’t want to stay outside either, so she followed the others towards the school gates, blushing like crazy at her near nakedness. It was fortunate that the school was on the edge of town and there were only farms and forest nearby, but even so, the bus-driver took his time leaving. She was sure that he was watching her half-bared ass all the way to the gates. Her embarrassment made her feel too hot between her thighs as well, in fact it was making her wetter, and that only served to embarrass Amy even more. It was never ending cycle.

Next to her, Amy friends were blushing too. Everytime the wind blew, the skirts of every girl in street would blow up, and not single one of them was allowed to hold their skirts down. Another one of those new x-level rules. It seemed every one of those x-level rules was sexual in nature, but they had to obeyed or else.

“I wish that I could hold down my skirt!”, Anne complained, as the wind blew her skirt hem up above her bare bottom.

Like Amy, Anne had no panties on. The others complained a bit too about the new x-level rules, but they at least had panties on – for the moment. The wind tickled Amy’s pussy and triggered all sorts of pleasurable sensations as her clitty reacted to the cool breeze.

When the girls walked together between the open gates of the school, Amy kept close to her friends trying to hide how short her skirt was. Maybe it was the thoughts of her blatant display of her pussy that made a wave of lust and heat hit her deep inside at the very threshold of the school grounds, causing Amy to bite her lower lip softly and make a barely audible groan, maybe it was seeing all those other girls in such tiny skirts and many of them looking better than ever. Her friends reacted in a funny way at the same time, and that struck Amy as peculiar for a moment as well, but she dismissed it and accepted the reaction as perfectly natural soon after.

Her pussy gave a little throbbing inside at the sight of hundreds of girls in school uniform, all of them busty, tight-waisted, and wearing extremely shorts skirts. Amy could feel a little river of her honey just starting to run down her right uppermost thigh and blushed with embarrassment.

I’m always too wet down there, Amy thought to herself, I don’t why but it’s perfectly normal for me to be this wet all the time, today and from now on it’s going to be such a nuisance! No panties the whole day, or tomorrow, or the next! Who made up such a stupid sex crazy rule anyway???

There was a crowd of girls blocking the entrance to the main building when Amy and her friends arrived there, but they soon reached the doors. Many girls, probably the majority, stopped there to take off their underwear and throw them into the rubbish bin next to the doors. Anne and Amy didn’t need to, since neither one of them was wearing any panties anyway, so they pushed past and walked right in.

“See you upstairs”, Amy called back at Sandy, just before she went through the doors.

She stayed close to Anne, and became fidgety once they were inside because everyone would be able to see her pussy. She covered her pussy with her right hand and then to her shock discovered herself masturbating. Her hand began sliding a finger up and down her groove, and then frigging her, without Amy able to stop herself. She tried to make herself stop but couldn’t, then Anne even noticed!

“Aren’t you embarrassed doing that!”, Anne commented, “You poor thing, you must need it too much.”

Amy looked down in humiliation, her hand still not stopping, and trying to stop.

“I have to go to the toilet”, she said, thinking that if she ran away and hid that maybe she’d able to stop.

Anne wasn’t going to let Amy runaway and hide though, and she made it plain.

“Oh no you don’t!”, Anne admonished her, “But I can help you instead.”

Anne came close and slid one hand up between Amy’s thighs, in moments cupping Amy’s pussy. She pushed a finger inside and began fingering Amy right there in the hallway! Amy tried to pull away, but found her body not doing what she wanted to do, as Anne’s finger went deep inside and soon was fucking her. She was only able to pull her own hand away, but Anne didn’t stop.

“I think you look really cute dressed like this”, Anne said, as she hugged Amy close and started caressing the rounds of Amy’s warm bottom while still fingering Amy’s cunny.

There were whistles of appreciation from other girls who had been passing by and now paused in the hallway to watch as the other girl played with Amy’s sex and groped her backside.

“Please let me go”, Amy protested, wondering why she couldn’t move away or push Anne’s hands away from her.

The finger inside felt too good, much better than Amy wanted it to feel because she was so randy that she really wanted to be touched, needed to be touched. Her inner thighs were now both wet with her love honey, while her best friend smeared more it up and down the groove if Amy’s pussy.

“You’re right, we don’t want to be late for class”, Anne said and suddenly pulled her hands away and let Amy go.

Amy was relieved in one way, but in another she found herself feeling disappointed as her cunt was now empty and yet still begging for more touching and fondling.

“Come on, let’s go!”, Anne told her, slapping Amy on the bottom with a sharp smack that briefly stung.

“Ow!”, exclaimed Amy as she started walking, her high heels clicking on the hard floor.

“You look so sexy today, you know that?”, Anne commented, as they headed for the stairs.

A hand caressed Amy’s bottom and would’ve made her jump in surprise but she couldn’t move away from the hand. She glanced back to see that a girl that she didn’t even know was feeling her up as Amy walked. The girl smiled back at Amy, not even bothering to pull her hand away, and apparently not in the slightest embarrassed or apologetic.

Amy tried to walk faster, but wasn’t able to, instead she was walking slower so as not to break the skin contact. Her pussy spasmed a little inside, and she whimpered as the heat within her. The caressing of her bottom was making her feel even hotter and randier, and trails of her love honey had now reached her knees and tickled her.

“Could you stop that!”, Amy protested to her, feeling overwhelmed.

“Yes”, replied the girl, “But I don’t want to…”

Other girls nearby giggled. Amy squirmed and wriggled as she tried to walk, but she wasn’t able to break contact with the other girl’s caressing soft warm hand on her bottom. She looked at her friend, Anne, hoping for help, but Anne was watching with obvious amusement at Amy’s situation as well. Everyone kept giggling at Amy’s futile attempts to avoid the other girl’s hand. They all seemed to think it was very funny and entertaining.

When they got to the stairs, Amy finally couldn’t take the teasing anymore and snapped. She tried to turn around to face the other girl, but found that somehow she still couldn’t move her ass away from the other girl’s hand. Amy tried to pull away, and ended up looking silly as the other girl continued to caress her ass cheeks in a blatantly lascivious manner that made Amy feel embarrassingly hot inside.

“Will stop that!”, Amy cried out, “I don’t like it!”

The other girl grinned, as she replied, “I think you do…I bet you really want to be played with right now, don’t you?”

The girl moved the caressing hand down between Amy’s ass cheeks, slowly towards the gap between her thighs. Amy tried to wriggle, to move away, and could only manage a useless squirming but couldn’t stop her. The other girl’s was soon at Amy’s wet labia and Amy gasped as a finger slipped inside her, pushing in all the way, then sliding nearly all the way out again.

“Please stop!”, Amy pleaded and cried, “I have to get to class.”

“I’m not stopping you from walking”, the other girl told her, “Just keep walking and I’ll fuck you with my finger the whole way. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

Amy stood there, unable to believe that she was in this situation. She looked around and saw that none of the other girls was going to help her, not even Anne. Instead, they all looked enthused by the idea. The girl who was teasing her hadn’t stopped thrusting her finger in and out either, but was slowly changing the angle more and more towards the horizontal. This was forcing Amy to stick her ass out backwards more, arching her back, and she wasn’t able to stop it. The feeling was making her want it more and more too, panting with her inflamed need.

“No, please, let me go”, Amy begged, “I need to get to class! Anne, please make her stop.”

Suddenly a man’s voice interrupted them, and even the girl who was teasing Amy finally pulled her hand away.

“Look at the time ladies”, the male teacher told them as came walking down the stairs, tapping at his watch in emphasis.

Everyone realised that they might be late, so the teasing was forgotten. With giggles and screams, many of the students raced up the stairs. Amy looked up as well, seeing beautiful naked bottoms under the short-short skirts and was surprised at how interesting, and arousing, and so incredibly sexy they all looked. She wanted to have sex with them, and the thought stunned her.

Am I becoming a lesbian? But I thought that I liked guys! I’m sure that I wasn’t THAT interested in other girls before.

As she went up the stairs as well, to her dismay, other girls passing her would often grope her bottom, give her a little smack, or try to feel her up briefly. It happened again and again and again the whole way up the stairs. It was as if everyone in school had decided that Amy was fair game for teasing.

No, she realised, they were flirting with her and teasing her – it must be this too short skirt, because everyone can see my pussy and bottom, or maybe it’s because of these huge tits?

Another girl felt up between Amy’s legs just before she reached the top of the stairs, and she was groped in the corridors too. Amy couldn’t understand it, and neither was she able to avoid the groping. On her way to class, she was groped, fondled, caressed, pinched, slapped on the bottom, and fingered, so many times that she lost track of it all. Nobody paid any attention at all to her protests and complaints about this treatment, and there seemed to be absolutely nothing that Amy could do about it. Also despite her shock at her own feelings, and that she could do nothing to stop the flirting and teasing, her body was reacting to all the attention in a big way; the insides of her thighs were drenched the wet trails of her arousal, and she was literally dripping all over the floor by the time she reached her classroom.

Amy had also by that given up on trying to fight back. She didn’t know whether to cry in defeat, or lie back and let them to do to her as they all wanted. She was panting heavily and on the verge of orgasm her arousal was so high.

Ms Evans, her incredibly sexy homeroom teacher was already there waiting when Amy entered the room and sat down, her bare bottom feeling the cool wood of the chair. Amy was flushed everywhere with the look of extreme sexual excitement. One of Amy’s tits had accidentally become fully exposed by her blouse falling open, so she hastily closed her top despite the lack of buttons before the teenage teacher saw her. Amy then noticed that she’d spread her legs apart again, and Oh God, she was exposing her pussy to everyone. She put one hand down to cover her pussy in embarrassment and before she could help it, two of her fingers plunged deep inside her hungry cunny and were busily thrusting away and forcing her legs wider apart. Amy wasn’t able to stop and pull her hand away even when the school principal, old Mr Williams walked into the classroom with a handsome teenage boy following him.

“Ah, Ms Evans”, Mr Williams greeted the sexy teenage teacher, “You’re looking very good today, positively glowing with youth. This is Brian Bigcock, the male student that will be joining our school from today. I trust that you read the Department of Education’s letter about it, and their rulings on the matter? Could you make sure that our young Mr Bigcock here is well acquainted with the rules of the school and give him any help he needs to fit in?”

Bigcock? Did he say big cock? Amy and many other girls in the room giggled, because from the enormous bulge in the new student’s trackpants it seemed to be such a very appropriate name.

"Of course.", Ms Evans replied to Mr Williams and indicated to the new student, "Take a seat next to Ms... errr, Amy's desk."

There were whispers everywhere in the class, giggling, and hot looks directed at the young man. He was such a hunk, even if not very tall. Muscular, and so handsome. He had a sort of vaguely villainous charismatic look as well, and seemed to be enjoying perving on the girls and Ms Evans as well. Only as Amy was at last able to pull her hand away from between her thighs did she notice that the guy had stared at her for a long time with a sly grin on his face. Flushed and feeling very hot, Amy tried to close her legs, but they stayed wide parted enough that it would’ve been easy for the young man to see her pussy. He perved on her shamelessly.

Then he came over and sat down beside her. Amy kept looking at the bulge in his pants. She was dying to have sex with him, and was shocked at her thoughts. As Ms Evans moved around and wrote things on the board, her tiny skirt kept accidentally revealing glimpses of Ms Evans ass cheeks too, so it was obvious that she wasn’t wearing any underwear either. The teenage teachers thighs were shiny with wetness too, and that made Amy feel sex crazy about her too.

"Now that he's gone...", Ms Evans addressed the class, "...I guess we'll start with your math homework."

There was lots of silliness after that, because it seemed that Ms Evans had totally lost it. No matter what the answer somebody gave, she seemed to agree with it as if it was the right answer.

When Ms Evans asked Amy, “Amy…question seven or whatever it was…what was the answer that you came up with?”

Amy opened her homework and tried to find the question that teacher referred to, but where the numbers were supposed to be, there was only gibberish. In fact, most the page was covered in scribbled gibberish. Amy couldn’t read it at all, and it was her own handwriting!

Desperate to answer, but confused when Ms Evans sat on her desk and parted her legs giving Amy and half the class a good sight of her hairless pussy groove, Amy tried to think up a believable excuse.

“Um, ah, my pussy messed up my homework…but I think the answer is….sixty-nine”, Ms Evans only nodded, and then Amy blushed as she realised what she’d just said in front of the whole class.

Nervously, Amy fidgeted, masturbating before she even realised it. Wanting to distract herself in another way, she opened her schoolbag and searched in it for a different pen to write with. At the bottom of her bag, she found a chup-a-chup so took it out instead, unwrapped it, and began sucking on it. Taking it in and out of her mouth in slow sucks. Her free hand strayed to her pussy again and began stroking her wet labia and clitoris for a long time before she even noticed and hastily pulled her hand away. She tried to ignore the male student sitting next to her, but everytime that she thought about him, her hands would start masturbating her again.

He must think I’m a real slut, Amy flushed with shame, trying again not to look at him. She was hotter than ever between her thighs and it was getting worse by the minute. Pretty soon, a wet pool had formed under her pussy on the seat, and was dripping audibly off the back of the chair.

What’s come over me today, Amy thought, then jumped when the girl sitting behind her leaned forward and pinched one of Amy’s nipples. She glanced around the room and noticed that some of the other girls were passing around a folded sheet of paper, opening it up and writing something before passing it on the next girl.

What are they upto?





(OOC- Apologies for the super long post but there was a lot to cover. Natasha could you wait to post until FLOG have both posted what happens while Cassie is out of the room, as I have some ideas that I'd like to introduce or test)

 

[Fat_lot_of_good]

Brian

(OOC - Sincere apologies to everyone for the delay in posting but work was hectic last week )



"Take a seat next to Ms... errr, Amy's desk”, the now very young, cute, and very sexy teenage teacher told him.

Brian nodded, and said “Yes, miss” with a wry grin.

He looked at the girl who he’d be sitting next to, and his smile became a broad leer for although he barely recognised her, Amy Cavanagh was absolute sex-bomb with her DD-cup knockers, slender waist, and stunningly beautiful face. Her legs were spread with knees far apart under her desk, and the teenage girl had one hand down there touching herself. At least it looked like that, and Brian recalled that he’d vaguely written some similar rule for her with Master PC.

Amy was also rather dishevelled, with her tits almost hanging out her mostly open white blouse, and her hair wild. Both things Brian hadn’t expected. He wondered how she could’ve gotten into such a state, but he liked the look.

He briefly looked around the room, and saw the wonderful scene of a classroom full of girls who were all busty and wore tiny skirts. Most of them were pretty attractive. Brian made a note to himself to get all their names so that he could improve on that. The tiny skirts were too short to hide anything with the girls seated, but they nearly all kept their legs either closed or crossed so Brian didn’t see much, which was disappointing. Another thing he’d have to change.

Brian went and sat down in the empty seat next to the shapely Amy Cavanagh and admired her long legs and they way they were parted. Most of the time he could see her little pussy-slit. It was nice. She frequently touched herself, got embarrassed about it and stopped, and in others brought attention to herself. That was nice too, but Brian decided that he really liked when Amy was playing with herself, but it could be a bit more interesting.

He glanced up at the teenage Ms Evans and admired her too, and was pleased when the teacher’s skirt sometimes lifted to reveal a glimpse of her ass. She definitely wore no panties, and she looked very fuckable. Brian watched with increasing amusement as Ms Evans tried to teach Math, and the students came up deliberately goofy answers. They were teasing her, and she didn’t even know it, which seemed a bit unfair, but then Brian recalled how much a bitch she’d often been – to everyone. Maybe it was just deserts, but he started to feel a little guilty after awhile.

Amy’s answer was the most hilarious though;

“Um, ah, my pussy messed up my homework…but I think the answer is….sixty-nine”, Amy answered Ms Evans, and then blushed brightly.

Brian snickered. It was becoming more amusing when Amy started sucking the chuppa-chup in a way that would drive any guy nuts, while playing with her pussy as well. The smell of feminine sex in the room was just incredible.
During the lesson, Brian heard whispers, some of them in his mind as he overheard the girls’ unspoken thoughts…
…I wonder how big it is?... …you like him? His eyes are nice… …cute butt…I want to see it again… Name suits him…

The lesson though was interesting, and he understood it perfectly. Sitting there though, his cock stirred, and was slowly hardening again. He had to sit with his legs wide, since his baseball-sized balls got in the way. While Ms Evans asked different girls about their Math homework, there were frequent scrapings of chairs being moved a bit. Girls fidgeted, and Brian noticed girls squirming sometimes as they sat. There were little murmurs, sometimes a whimper, and the background noise level in the classroom wasn’t from the usual chatting that took place. In truth, the chatting was restrained.

Brian wondered at their self-control, even though it was essentially a public place. The thought of just how randy these girls were made his cock harden even more. His balls, those great big testicles of his that were so ridiculously big were just too damn full too. Another problem to deal with.

Unfortunately, despite his intense interest in getting sex, and despite knowing that it would be easy to get it, Brian was still shy about testing what he could get away with.

Hmmm, he thought, what about the X-level rules idea?

He decided to have a little fun with those.

Brian ripped out a sheet of paper from his notebook and wrote down on it;

It is an X-level school rule that the 12 most beautiful girls in the school be listed on this paper; write down who you think is the most beautiful girl in the school, or put a tick next to her name if it is already written down then pass it on.

When this paper has been covered with names on every line, the X-level school rule is that the last person to hold it must post it on the main notice board for everyone to see.

It is also an X-level school rule that any girl whose name appears on this list, whether she is in the top 12 or not, must remove her skirt as soon as she sees her name on this paper, and she may not wear a skirt while on school grounds from now on.

Brian then wrote the first name down; Amy Cavanagh

Then he turned around while Amy Cavanagh was distracted next to him, and passed the sheet of A4-sized paper to the girls behind him.

She looked at it, smiled mischievously at Amy’s back, and only made a tick and passed the paper on.

Brian had a little secretive smile as he looked back at Amy while she was masturbating once again, then glanced around at the paper being passed around the room.

Suddenly the teenage (so cute and sexy now) Ms Evans announced, "Find something do do. I have to go pee." And she giggled.

Then she left.

Brian looked around the room and openly leered, as he thought about what he could get away with.


(OOC - once again, I'm really sorry about the delay in posting this).

 

[Cutie_Kitty]

Amy Cavanagh

After Ms Evans left the room, Amy grew even more nervous. And she couldn't seem to keep her hands away from her wet feminity. With the guy sitting next to her openly perving making blush too hot.

Amy stood up and commented, "I've got to go as well"

She was about to leave her chair when the school principal walked back in. Amy stopped in mid stride. Then remembered how exposed she was when the principal looked down at her groove and smiled.

"Oh? Ms Evans isn't here?", he shrugged, then said to the new male student, "Brian, one more thing. I very nearly forgot. We haven't a school uniform for a male student yet, but I do believe that you're breaking the school regulations and the law if you continue to wear those pants. Please take them off."

He looked stern.

"And hurry up about it", Mr Williams added, "It's illegal in this town for students of this school to wear any kind of pants and the law doesn't make exceptions."

Amy and the other girls looked at Brian waiting.

Was he really serious? Did the rule apply to the male student as well?

 

[Fat_lot_of_good]

Brian was caught by surprise when the school principal, Mr Williams suddenly walked into the classroom.

"Oh? Ms Evans isn't here?", Mr Williams said in apparent confusion, then told Brian, "Brian, one more thing. I very nearly forgot. We haven't a school uniform for a male student yet, but I do believe that you're breaking the school regulations and the law if you continue to wear those pants. Please take them off."

Brian's eyes widened as he understood what the school principal what to do. He was about to protest, "But, sir....?"

Mr Williams' was very stern.

"And hurry up about it", Mr Williams added, "It's illegal in this town for students of this school to wear any kind of pants and the law doesn't make exceptions."

"Any student?", Brian asked in confusion, "Including me?! But...?"

Mr Williams didn't appear as if he was kidding.

Feeling very, very, very strange about the whole situation, Brian stood up and grabbed hold of the elastic sides of his baggy trackpants.

"Sir? Are you really sure about this?", Brian asked again.

 

[Cutie_Kitty]

Amy Cavanagh

Amy had listened in surprise and wonder at what the school principal, Mr Evans, had told the new boy student. She was tempted to pinch herself to make sure that she wasn't dreaming. Mr Evans had asked Brian to take off his pants. No, not just his pants. It sounded like he meant that it was illegal for Brian to wear any pants at all! That new law that Amy's parents had mentioned applied to Brian as well!!!

Thinking about what was about to happen, what she was about to see, made Amy wiggle in her seat and she felt very slick, soft, and wet between her thighs. She wasn't the only girl wiggling in expectation. There were murmurs and the shifting of cloth all around the classroom.

Mr Evans repeated the order, "Yes, Brian, I'm very sure and it is against the law for to wear any kind of pants at all. That includes underpants. You may have to wear a skirt" (Mr Evans chuckled to himself) "but that depends on the result of a meeting later on this afternoon. Now take them off. Immediately."

Mr Evans waited.

Amy glanced at Brian and wondered what he would do. Without consciously thinking about it, she had moved one hand between her parted legs again and was gently stroking a finger up and down her wet labia. When she noticed, Amy tried to stop, but could only look down in shame as her hand and fingers kept going. She felt such a slut, and felt tears begin well up in her eyes. Why couldn't she stop this? But it felt nice too.

 

[Fat_lot_of_good]

Brian

The school principal was adamant, "Yes, Brian, I'm very sure and it is against the law for to wear any kind of pants at all. That includes underpants. You may have to wear a skirt...but that depends on the result of a meeting later on this afternoon. Now take them off. Immediately."

Brian couldn't believe that he'd gotten into this situation, but guessed that maybe, just maybe, it was the result of the Master PC program. Maybe he'd typed something wrong, or the program had bugs, or ever produced it had a bizarre sense of humour. He actually blushed when he stood up to remove his track pants, pulling them down with his underwear. Then stood there, with his huge member hanging out. Brian didn't know what to expect, but was half wondering whether somebody was playing a joke on him.

His erection that had gone down, now began to slowly rise again, embarrassing him further. He wondered what the principal would say about it.

I can't go down the street like this, Brian thought, they have to be kidding!

 

[Cutie_Kitty]

Amy Cavanagh

Amy had her legs spread wide as they would go, with one hand sliding a finger up and down her slippery groove and sometimes inside. She struggled mentally to stop, but the sight of the new male student's enormous member swinging free, and those huge testicles of his - it was all too much for some reason. She looked down in burning shame at her own unwanted actions, and only then managed to eventually stop.

I can't cope with this! Why am I doing this?! What's happened to everyone that everything could change so suddenly - yet they act as if it's all okay.

Even me, Amy thought, as she looked down at her heavy breasts near bursting out of her school blouse.

A girl at the next desk to Amy's right passed a sheet of paper to her. The paper had been covered with a short list of names, and there was a paragraph right at the top. Amy held the paper in her pussy-soaked hand and began reading it...


It is an X-level school rule that the 12 most beautiful girls in the school be listed on this paper; write down who you think is the most beautiful girl in the school, or put a tick next to her name if it is already written down then pass it on.

When this paper has been covered with names on every line, the X-level school rule is that the last person to hold it must post it on the main notice board for everyone to see.

It is also an X-level school rule that any girl whose name appears on this list, whether she is in the top 12 or not, must remove her skirt as soon as she sees her name on this paper, and she may not wear a skirt while on school grounds from now on.

Amy read the rules and knew that they were true. Absolutely true. Funny that she'd forgetten these X-level school rules, but she knew obedience to them was unavoidable. At first glance, the names of the girls on the list was short. Only a few so far. Amy thought for a moment who she thought was one of the 12 most beautiful girls in school, but didn't think of anyone immediately. She then decided the read the small list for possible ideas.

The very first name on the list was "Amy Cavanagh". Her own name! There were more than twenty ticks for it.

The second X-level rule on the paper rang through her head, that any girl whose name appears on this list, whether she is in the top 12 or not, must remove her skirt as soon as she sees her name on this paper, and she may not wear a skirt while on school grounds from now on.

"Oh no...", she whispered in horror.

Amy stood up and unbuttoned the waist of her skirt, then unzipped it. The tiny skirt had hidden very little, but now she took it off, and felt more embarrassed than ever. There were humiliating cheers and catcalls around the room even as she quickly sat back down. Unwillingly, Amy parted her thighs as wide as they would go again, but this time without even the vain covering of the minimal skirt she felt completely on display.

Her face burned and burned in embarrassment,

 

[Fat_lot_of_good]

Brian

Standing there, in a classroom full of girls in tiny skirts, with his cock rising rapidly to hardness should've been one of the most erotic situations that Brian could've dreamed about. Instead, he was becoming hugely embarrassed as well, though his cock had other ideas it seemed. Then he realised that the whole time, the super-sexy Amy Cavanagh was frigging herself with her legs wide parted invitingly, and that made Brian's hard-on even harder. Every girl in the room was staring at it.

Then to make it all better, Amy had just read the note that Brian had written earlier. She stood up, only a metre away from him, and took off her skirt. This was getting too good to be true, Brian figured. She looked damn hot too.

"Wow", he sighed in awe, "These X-level school rules are great."

He wanted to go further, but with the school principal in the room, Brian was nervous about pushing it too far. What if it didn't work? Then again, Mr Williams didn't seem to think it too odd that Brian had to go around with no pants on. Maybe Brian could go a lot further. Why not try at least?

Brian leered at the sexy Amy, and then glanced back at Mr Williams.

"Mr Williams?", Brian said, "I remember that there's an X-level school rule that Amy Cavanagh must be molested and fucked to orgasm in every class...", just then the rest of Brian's words were drowned out by the deafening ringing of the fire alarm.

Brian had tried to say something about Amy being fucked by him, but nobody heard the rest of what he wanted to say, so he gave up. Mr Williams shouted about staying calm and orderly, but the majority of the students were just happy for the excuse to get out of their morning classes, as they quickly headed for the door. Brian picked up his pants as well, as he headed for the door. He swore under his breath at the missed chance to have sex with one of the girls, but consoled himself that at least he had lots of cute girls around him with tiny skirts and no underwear. Amy was an interesting sight too, as she didn't bother to pick up her skirt, but was blushing all over as she left the classroom.

(OOC - Maybe Cassandra Evans can come back now that we've caught up)

 

[Cutie_Kitty]

Amy Cavanagh

“Wow”, she heard the male student say next to her, soon after Amy sat back down, “These X-level school rules are great.”

The guy was openly leering at her without any shame at all.

Amy's cheeks flushed pink with shame, and she wondered again about what was going on. Yesterday, everything was so normal, and she could wear short, but not indecent skirts. She could wear panties and bras. Who made up these X-level rules anyway?

Amy was on the verge of tears, not only from the humiliation of being forced to go without a skirt, but from the maddening heat like an itch, a hunger inside her, that wouldn't go away. Her eyes kept wandering to stare at the huge penis and testicles of the male student sitting next to her, and everytime she did, one of her hands would start playing between her thighs. Fingers pushing into her wet lower lips, fondling and rubbing her over-excited lovebud, and it seemed to be nearly impossible to stop herself for long. Her seat was slippery with Amy's feminine love-juices, and she was quite sure that if the room was quieter, everyone would be hearing the dripping from her chair.

The male student was talking again, to the school principal. Amy tried to ignore him, tried not to think about him, and glanced around the room at the other girls nearby. They were so hot and sexy today. Every girl in the class was cute, and they were visibly horny. The too short skirts that every girl was wearing exposed beautiful shapely thighs that Amy was tempted to touch and caress. It was making her squirm just thinking about them.

"Mr Williams?" the male student was saying, "I remember that there's an X-level school rule that Amy Cavanagh must be molested and fucked to orgasm in every class...".

The fire alarm started ringing incredibly loud suddenly, and everyone else in the room was standing up, while the words that Brian had just said were ringing equally loudly in Amy's mind.

X-level school rule that Amy Cavanagh must be molested and fucked to orgasm in every class

Oh God...no, Amy thought, but she heard other girls repeating it next to her even as they stood up to leave the classroom.

...there's an X-level school rule that Amy Cavanagh must be molested and fucked to orgasm in every class...

The principal was shouting that everyone walk in an orderly fashion, but girls were rushing out the door in a rush. Amy stood up slowly, dazed and in shock, she followed the other students out the door and down the hallway as if in a dream – or a nightmare. Maybe it was because a teacher was watching, but she was only touched by other girls in the most brief of ways as she walked along among the crowd. She saw Miss Evans coming out of the teacher's lounge, looking rather dishevelled, and a little grumpy. It didn't look wise to catch Miss Evans eye right then, but Amy found her so attractive and sexy it was hard not to admire the young teacher's yummy curves, pretty face, and long shapely legs.

Amy was so lost in fascination, she didn't notice how her eyes and posture shouted “come hither” looks until Jenny who was walking next to Amy said, “Miss Evans is hot, hey?”

Amy barely nodded, but the warmth of her cheeks reddening showed her agreement enough.

 

[Fat_lot_of_good]

(OOC- I suspect Natasha has dropped out because she hasn't posted for awhile. I hope she will post but she hasn't been on the site for over 3 weeks now.)

 

[Cutie_Kitty]

(OOC- I suspect Natasha has dropped out because she hasn't posted for awhile. I hope she will post but she hasn't been on the site for over 3 weeks now.)

She doesn't post, but lurks around. Why do some people do that? Btw, Flog, your PM box is full - please clear it out. ASAP

 

[Natasha_bernier]

<NRPG>
I don't lurk I just move a lot. Sorry about that boys 'n girls.
</NRPG>

 

[Lovelynice]

<NRPG>
I don't lurk I just move a lot. Sorry about that boys 'n girls.
</NRPG>

OOC- Okay, I'd like to get going with this as well.

 

[UncleverName]

Anyone gonna continue this story?

This story is incredibly hot! I sure hope you guys keep going with it.