EX: Third period, alter 1 [???]

WARNING: Very bizarre, flagrantly ignorant of realistic or safe anatomy, possibly a little squicky - nobody gets hurt, but this is going to be even more surreal than your average John K. Peta oneshot. Hit BACK if you don't want to see this. This is a twist on the fourth day's setup.

"Whoa, hey, Akiko! Didn't know you were called in for practice too," Natsuru chirped at me. We'd run into her outside the track just as she'd finished changing, apparently, though "changing" didn't involve much more than leaving her bag inside the changing rooms, which the man was currently escorting me towards.

"Neither did I. Apparently I'm joining you?"

"Hell yeah!" Natsuru jogged on the spot as we pushed open the door to the men's. "C'mon, we're gonna smash 'em."

"You're gonna smash 'em," I muttered back. Not like I was going to contribute anything except one leg of the relay race.

"Man, again? Getting you two together is the hardest thing ever," the man grumbled. "Fuck it, I'm done for today."

And with that, the man grabbed Natsuru by the scruff and promptly hauled her into the men's changing room along with me, flinging us on the floor where we landed squarely on our butts.

"You're gonna stay in here for the rest of the day! I'm not coming, back after all!" he barked at us. "I'm just gonna go to some fast-food place and knock up every girl there while I steal their food. I wouldn't have to take it out on them if it wasn't for you two, you hear? It's you guys' fault for giving women such a bad name!"

"Uh, we didn't do anything..." Natsuru mumbled.

"Shut up! Shut up shut up shut up! Why does yuri have to be so fucking difficult!?!" Whoa, he was blowing a full temper tantrum. "Fuck it! Take this, track ace!"

Without warning, he put his hands together and then thrust them out at Natsuru's direction, as if performing some kind of beam attack...

...and then a beam actually did come out of his hands for a brief instant, zapping her...

...and turning her into an egg.

"Yeah, that's what you get! Why can't you two just work out your issues?!"

No response from Natsuru - what had been a sentient highschool girl was now just an ordinary chicken egg, unmoving, unthinking, unspeaking. Even so, in a fit of temper, he strode up and stomped straight down vindictively on her. I could hear the crack and squelch of the egg as the **** of his foot bore down on it, easily shattering it, its ordinary yolky innards splattering out around the impact as he crushed it underfoot.

"Serves you right! Man, I got her stuck to my foot... eugh. They made it look cooler in the cartoon."

"Cartoon?" I asked, watching as he scraped bits of the Natsuru-egg off his foot and flung them at the direction of the shower. The bottom half of the eggshell was flattened on the ground next to me, oozing white and burst yolk everywhere. Natsuru was making kind of a mess now that she was an egg... not like she could be put back together as is, too.

"Whatever! I'll do the same to you if you're not careful!"

"Um... OK?"

The moment I said that, he clapped, and suddenly my head was rolling back along the floor - then my vision fell apart somehow, both my eyes falling completely out of sync. I could feel the rest of me clatter to the ground too...

Once all of me had rolled to a stop, I was just barely able to survey the scene, though it looked way more disorientating now. I'd literally fallen to pieces, separated as if by magic into my individual body parts - and pretty finely at that, because even my eyeballs had detached themselves cleanly and fallen out of their sockets, leaving my head itself blind. I could still feel my hands and feet, wriggling my digits experimentally (did they feel a little loose, somehow?), but I was totally out of control otherwise.

The man scooped up my two eyeballs in his hand - I could feel strands of Natsuru's eggy insides sticking to the backs of my eyes - and huffed at me directly. "Yeah, I'll just let the guys use every hole on you you've got! How do you feel about that?!"

"I... guess, sure?"

"Yeah, you guess! Whatever, screw you too, Akiko!" He clapsed my vision together in his hands, then did the same motion as he'd pointed at Natsuru, and suddenly my vision completely vanished. I promptly heard two splats in the direction of the showers - he must've transformed my eyes into eggs just like he'd done to Natsuru's entire personhood wholesale, and then broken those too by pelting them at the wall. Kind of immature...

Now blind, my supposition was cut short by the rest of the track team entering the men's changing room, only to encounter their track ace vanished and unrecognizable eggy remains strewn across the changing rooms in her place, while the other female member of their track team was in living pieces on the ground, unable to see.

...

3rd period passed in a blink after that... well, not that I had any reason to blink.

The guys had abandoned track practice altogether. So had our coach.

Our track and field team was composed of me (apparently), Natsuru (who in broken egg form had been cleaned up and washed away into the shower drain by this point), and a dozen boys, all of which had set about picking up my body parts and using them to gratify themselves, turning the changing room into a steamy chamber of pheromones. I'd been simple enough to grab whatever piece of, my asshole easily relinquishing its wet grip on my tights as my torso was pulled out, leaving my two loose legs behind, dangling together in separate socks of the pantyhose.

My vision having been lightly tossed away by a stranger I'd never met, I wasn't able to visually survey anything, but I could sense the boys working with my body parts, my legs, onahole-like hips, torso clad in sports bra, and arms all doing their respective work. My legs had been fished out of their pantyhose, revealing why my digits had felt loose earlier - each of my individual toes had separated from my feet too, and upon being shaken out of my shoes, all ten of them tumbled their way through my tights and clattered down to the changing room floor. It was the same case with my hands, leaving fingerless palms behind on the ground, and my eight fingers and two thumbs splayed out where they lay.

A couple of boys had taken to promptly sucking my toes, popping them into their mouths two or three at a time and savoring them, rolling them around, poking the tips of their tongues under my toenails... one of them even went so far as swallowing them one at a time. I could feel the grunt of satisfaction from his vocal cords as a few of my toes slipped successively down his gullet, the sensation from them vanishing shortly after. Given I'd practically been split up and served out like a cake, it felt oddly fitting... Meanwhile, I felt one toe prod at a sloppily wetted orifice before being pushed in, upon which I realized a boy had taken to shoving that singular toe of mine up his ass. A few seconds later, there was heaving around it, and then I felt my toe shoot back out into the open air and keep descending before, eventually, landing with a *splash* in cold water... he must have shit my magically detached toe out of him just for pure fun, cleanly dropping that part of me down the shower drain while he gained the satisfaction of using me as a toy for a bowel movement.

Meanwhile, my fingers were all swept up into one bundle and carried over to my head, which I could tell because each time one of them got picked up individually out of the pile of inexplicably loose digits, it was immediately followed with being inserted into my own mouth. For a minute or two, I obediently sucked each one of my fingers down inside of myself, rejoining them with my body in the complete place. I gave some of them an experimental wiggle as they slipped down my throat, feeling my oral walls flex around them, before each slipped into my food chute and was promptly sucked away to mysterious oblivion. This went on until I no longer had any fingers to feel at all, leaving the sensation of my hands as mere stubby palms with little more I could control.

Meanwhile, whatever magic the man had used had made me particularly flexible too, because while I wasn't being used as a disposal chute to magically vanish away my own body parts, the boys had been quick to prod at parts of my head other than my mouth

Being unable to see, I could hardly picture what it looked like, but I could feel at first a dick forcing its way up one of my nostril, sensing it stretch impractically wide as it became a new facial cocksleeve around him, then him bumping around as he thrusted into me before filling my nasal cavity with cum that stained all the way down the back of my mouth, **** me slightly. I'd gotten water in my nose before during swim class, but never cum...

As he pulled out, my nostril sprang back to normal shape, despite the ridiculous deformation it had just had to make - it was almost like my head was rubber, a mock-up of a girl's head to freely play around and mess with. A dick entered my other nostril too and flooded my nasal passage with even more cum, to the point I felt like I'd never smell anything else but musky semen and the sweat and precum of dicks.

After that, it wasn't a huge leap to the point where they were mushing around and pouring stinky cum into where my eyes were meant to be. Surely I must've looked like a lewd ghost or something with so much white stuff dripping out of my eyes...

This didn't deter the boys at all though, as they moved onto the final two holes that hadn't been explored yet - I felt a dick on either side of me at my ears, which uncharacteristically struggled to get in at first. Then I heard (and felt, and somehow even smelt) the splashing of piss in either eardrum, and that afforded them the lubrication to finally slide straight in, their dicks thrusting through my ears -

and directly into what had gratuitously become my cocksponge of a brain.

It was... an experience... getting my mind... spitroasted... by two dicks at once. I could... barely... think between... each thrust - every time... they plapped... ferociously into me... I could feel... my thoughts parting... my entire nature... shifting... as dicks... entered the picture...

Even once they came... came, came, came... and pulled out, they left my head a drooling mess, a literal cumbrain. I could feel semen swimming about and glazing my neural pathways, tainting everything I thought about with the need to be a cumtoilet...

Our coach, meanwhile, had taken to using the clothes I'd been wearing up until that point, harvesting my panties fresh off my torso. He probably had my pantyhose, too... It sounded like he even grabbed my shoes at one point, before the telltale whizzing noise of urination arose. I guess he didn't really care about using a teenage girl so much he did as getting to defile the things she had to wear every day...

...though he took his own turn on my head, thrusting into one of my ears and then unleashing another b-blast of pp-p-pissssss... into... my head... that was it, there was no going back, I was a toilet now... half my brain functions by weight were just cum and piss, I could barely even remember functioning as a human... I was just Akiko, the living toilet...

...

...Before I knew it, it was almost time for 4th period, a free study period that would lead straight into my just-as-free lunch. Still the endless gangbang went on...

...and on...

...and on...

...At some point, I passed out, but I had no mind left to pay that, not when it had been overwritten by dick juices, completely painting over and practically annihilating the original sense of existence I had...