Even Better than Volleyball Shorts

Standing in front of her locker as students flow around her, Maria lets out a content sigh as Dave walks away. Everything that happened today was awful, degrading, and humiliating, but she loved all of it. Even kneeling down under his desk and being **** to suck him off felt...right. Like she was right were she was supposed to be, and everyone sneaking looks at her and not saying anything about it knew that. Finally getting herself off in front of the class felt so fulfilling, just thinking back on it she's already getting excited again.

Carefully squatting down in her precarious skirt, she starts putting her English books away when she notices her binder. Right on the cover she has her school ID in a little clear pocket, and underneath the picture of her face she sees her name. Her new name, "Dave's Dicksucker". Magic really is real she supposed. She and Ms. Lia had called herself that in class, in fact it she wasn't sure she could remember her old name anymore. She felt like it was something like Emily, but that's her friend's name and there's never been any confusion like that. Calling herself that felt like a dream, but seeing her ID labeled like that, like she was just his booty call, made it feel so much more real. She couldn't wait for more fun to come.

With her books away, the girl formerly known as Maria finally starts walking down the hall to head to gym class. Nervously looking back and forth along the hallway, she knows she she's inches away at all times from giving someone a nice view. That thought in mind, she unconsciously starts rolling her hips more on her way as she looks out for anyone watching.

Walking into the girls locker room, Maria finds it mostly empty except for her friend Emily Nader who showed up late a little before her. Walking up to her locker, she catches the eye of her friend who gives her a wave and a warm smile.

"Hey Dave's Dicksucker! You gotta hurry we're almost gonna miss out on the volleyball game." Pulling an old N64 t-shirt over her tightly-packed sports bra, Emily finishes off her gym clothes and starts walking past Emily to head in.

"Dave's Dicksucker will hurry." Wincing at using that name in front of her friend, she finds to her surprise that Emily doesn't really take notice of it.

"Alright, see you in there!" Emily calls out one last time before heading off, leaving Maria watching her olive-skinned friend's ass wiggle in her tight shorts. Yep, it's not just Alice, she's definitely bi. Is it just, expected for her to talk in third person or something? Dave must still be messing around with his power.

Lost in thought for a moment, she's awakened as her legs have enough of her pondering and start carrying her to her locker. Right, she was supposed to make it to all her classes, no tardiness allowed. Reaching up to open her locker before she loses control of her hands, she places her backpack inside and pulls out her sports bra and loose white t-shirt. Quickly changing her top, she pulls out her sneakers and shorts and gets ready to change out of her skirt and socks. Only when she reaches for the edge of the socks, she finds herself unable to pull them down. Confused, she tries again several times until her body gets fed up with her and she feels herself plop down onto the bench, bare ass against the wood. Her hands quickly lacing up her shoes, they throw her gym shorts back into the locker and start carrying her to the door.

"Wait, gym class in THIS! Dave's Dicksucker can't do that, please!" Burning up at the thought of running around and constantly flashing her peers in the ridiculous skirt, her legs don't care about her concerns and she finds her butt pushing open the door to the gym. Standing in there in a skimpy skirt without panties and thigh highs, she feels eyes immediately drawn to her legs. Clenching her legs together, she stands there as her heart burns up in embarrassment and all the sexual tension from earlier in English class comes back like a tsunami.

Frozen in place as her classmates give her judging and lustful looks as they run past in their warmup laps, Maria finds herself suddenly bouncing along the track as her legs decide she's slacking in her studies. Going around the track in a light jog, her skirt constantly bounces up to reveal the fit ass she's cultivated through years on the track team. Face completely red and juices starting to flow down her thighs again, she sees a the other students stop and stare at her as her legs carry her around. Mortified at being seen basically bottomless by all these people, she non-the-less wishes she could just stop jogging and rub herself off right now even if it meant everyone saw her. That would only make it better she thought. For now though, her legs seem content just making her run around for her classmates' enjoyment.

"What the hell are you wearing!"

Her legs suddenly stopping in place, Maria turned around to see her gym teacher Ms. Jason approaching her angrily. Everyone else in class had stopped their warmups, choosing to stare at the Asian woman flashing her ass to the class and many awkwardly hiding boners. As her tall, curvy teacher approaches, Maria worries she might be screwed.

"Dave's Dicksucker, why aren't you in your gym clothes? You can't run in that!" Gesturing down to her leg which had some juices running down her thigh, Maria timidly moves her hands down to the hem but is unable to get any better modesty. What does she even say to this?

"Um, Dave's Dicksucker....is..." How does she even begin to explain this?

"Listen, go get changed or stay after school in detention, ok? I know you have clothes with you, put them on!"

"R-right!" Taking the opportunity to leave, she bolts for the locker room as her skirt flares up behind her in the wind. Once alone, feeling the excitement from endeavor Maria can't help but collapse on the bench and give her pussy some much needed attention. Closing her eyes and caressing herself, she feels herself slowly building to her release. After a few minutes however, it becomes clear that something is wrong. No matter how hard she tries she can't push herself over the edge and make herself cum. She's right on the brink, flustered and breathing heavy, more turned on than she's ever been, and all she's succeeded in doing was reach new heights of frustration. Kicking the floor, she washes her hands and goes to try changing, completely red with subtly shaking legs.

Pulling out her shorts, she gives them one more try but predictably has no success. Taking out her phone, she decides to ask Dave for help.

"Dave! Help! Dave's Dicksucker can't change out of her skirt for gym!" Waiting on the bench for a response, a moment later she finds herself holding the phone above her and spreading her legs for a selfie. Sending Dave the picture of her bare pussy under her skirt, along with her panting face, she soon after gets a response.

"Damn, didn't even think of that! Still should be fun to go to gym in it won't it :P" Ok, it WAS fun. But she couldn't risk detention for this.

"But Ms. Jason said Dave's Dicksucker would get detention for this! Dave's Dicksucker has practice after school she can't miss it!"

"Oh, it won't be a problem don't worry. Just tell her you promise me you'd wear that. Now get back in there, don't want to miss class :P" At the suggestion of missing class, Maria found her legs acting on their own again to carry her into the gym. Quickly tossing in her stuff and slamming the locker shut, she gets carried right back to her angry teacher in the same outfit she was kicked out for.

"So you really don't have anything else?" Crossing her arms and huffing at Maria, Ms. Jason definitely was not amused by this holdup to starting class.

"No, you see...Dave's Dicksucker has to wear this. She promised Dave that she would." At the mention of Dave, Ms. Jason suddenly lightens up.

"Oh! You should've said so from the beginning. I know you're one to keep your word." Huh?

"Wait, so this is ok?" Maria looks down at the hemline and Ms. Jason seems to get the idea.

"Oh. Well, it's not great. But a promise to Dave is a promise to Dave, and it's your own ass on the line in that outfit. If you flash everyone it's not my problem." In shock at her teacher's reaction, Maria stands there stunned until her legs decide to run laps to warm up. Her autopilot legs bouncing her around the track, she ponders whatever had just happened. Does Dave's power really influence this many people? Looking around, she sees her classmates obviously staring at her, but everyone is taking it in stride now and warming up alongside with her. Just a lot of the guys staying a few paces behind her. Oh well, it could be much worse. If only she had gotten some relief earlier though, she wasn't sure she could take an entire period of this. An entire day of school in sexual tension...Fuck.

After the laps, everyone gathers for some stretches. Maria meets up with Emily, and starts going through the motions along with her friend. It was tough to do all these moves that so clearly bared herself everyone to gawk at, but she just bite her lip and assured herself there was nothing else to do about it. Shortly after they begin, Emily starts chatting her up.

"So I guess Dave is dressing up his doll now too?"

"Huh! What do you mean?" Staring back at her friend, she's aghast that she could say something like that so casually to her.

"Haha. I just mean he's got you wearing a skirt like that to gym? I guess blowjobs weren't enough for him if he wants to parade you around school like that."

"Dave's....." Shocked silent, Emily gives her a weird look.

"What's wrong?"

"...blowjobs?" How did she know? That happened last period!

"Yea duh. Sucking his dick is kinda your thing. It's your name even! You feeling ok?" This was incredible. Did Dave just make everyone see her as his sextoy? She had to have some independence left right? She did say she'd give herself over to him, but this sudden change in the perception of her was wild.

"But, you called Dave's Dicksucker his doll...?"

"Well yea, would you prefer something else? I know he's a friend of ours, but you also have a rather distinct relationship with him. He just booty calls you whenever he wants and now he's dressing you up for school. What does that make you?"

"Dave's Dicksucker guesses..." Biting her lip, she lets the topic drop and they casually chat the rest of warmup. Considering her new position in life, they finally get ready for the main event, volleyball. Realizing what this means for her, Maria is mortified of having to participate in this. As teams are made, separating Maria and Emily, she quietly talks to Ms. Jason.

"Sorry, can Dave's Dicksucker sit this out? Dave's Dicksucker, doesn't want to play in this outfit." Looking down on her with distain, Ms. Jason eyes her thighs poking through the skirt and socks and just shakes her head.

"Listen, you got yourself into that mess with your outfit. Shouldn't make promises you can't keep. If the result is your getting embarrassed maybe it'll help you learn your lesson. Now get over to your side." With her head hung low, Maria hangs off to the side of the gym, not ready to subject herself to this humiliation. After a few moments however, her legs pick up on that familiar sway away, rolling her hips down the gym to her court. Dropped at the edge of the court, she reluctantly gets into position with rosy cheeks. Squatting down slightly as the ball is about to be served, the distinct breeze on her nethers reminds her of her state of dress as she looks behind her to see if anyone is watching.

Sure as hell, plenty of her classmates are watching her. They may have accepted that her state of dress is "normal" or "understandable" or however they justify it, but they still want a piece of what they're saying. God, and she can't even stand up straight from this squat. Testing it, she can rise a little bit, but her legs only let her stay in an appropriate stance for volleyball, lest the poor student get sent the office and miss class. Able to stand only slightly straighter, Maria manages to minimize how much of her ass is peeking out from under her skirt but it's honestly a lost cause. This many eyes on her has got her juices flowing and her thighs are nearly glistening, any attempts at modesty at this point are moot.

Seeing the opponents serve the ball near her, Maria darts over to set it, skirt flowing behind her. Back and forth, Maria has to dash around on shaky legs, and the only time she tried to slow down and calm herself down her body acted on it's own accord to chase the ball for her. Legs picking up the woman incapacitated from arousal, they launch her along the floor as her arms stick out to set the ball in a dive. Laying on the floor with the ball saved, they lose the point anyways as the guy who was supposed to send it back was too busy staring at her as she lay on the floor.

Pulling herself up, Maria gets ready to continue the game after that disappointment when her legs stop listening to her. Confused for a moment, she finds herself walking up to her teammate Gloria Martinez. The thick Latina doesn't notice her approach, and squats down low in preparation of the next volley, letting her round bubble butt fill out the tight exercise shorts she's wearing. As Maria enjoys perving on her classmate, she quickly flicks her gaze to her eyes as the woman notices her approach.

"What, something wrong?" Both of them confused, they share a moment of shock as Maria's hands dive for the waistband of Gloria's shorts.

"What the FUCK! Dave's Dicksucker what are you doing!" Trying to push Maria away, the two of them fall to the ground with Maria landing on top of her. Maria's hands continuing to pull on the shorts of her shocked classmate, her unwilling partner finds herself lifting her ass off the ground to help with her disrobing. Mouth agape as she stares at her hips, she's left on the floor of the gym in her shirt and a small pair of black panties. Not finished yet, Maria sees herself reach down and tug the panties, revealing a neatly trimmed bush and making Gloria scream, drawing the attention of the entire gym. Once again cooperating and allowing Maria to pull them off, the unexpected aggressor finds herself able to finally pull back.

Seeing Gloria lay there completely bottomless, the curvy woman takes a minute to fully register what just happened. Panicking, she reaches for her panties, yet finds herself unable to push her legs through the hole. Making numerous fruitless attempts, she starts crying out to the class.

"What the fuck is happening! Why can't I put my underwear on!" Clutching her panties tightly, the rest of the class looks on in utter confusion until one other girl speaks up.

"Why would you put them back on? Dave's Dicksucker just removed them." Huh? Did Dave trigger this just now? That's a stupid question, of course he did. But why is Gloria the only one who thinks this is strange?

"What do you mean? Why did that psycho just jump me like that!" Hysterical, Gloria grabs her shorts and finds to her relief that those are suitable for wearing apparently.

"Gloria, is that what this is about? This is what you disrupted class for?" Ms. Jason crosses her arms at Gloria and gives her a sharp glare.

"Are you kidding? She stripped my panties off!"

"So what if Dave's Dicksucker takes off your panties? Deal with it like an adult and get back to the game or I'm sending you to detention after school." Taking a look around the class, Gloria sees everyone looking at her in confusion. Clenching her panties, she wonders if she's going crazy for a moment.

"Are- are you joking?"

"Gloria, I'm at the end of my patience, are you going to take this class seriously or not." Under the fierce gaze of her frustrated coach, Gloria tosses the useless panties off to the side.

"Alright, I- I'll keep going." Unintentional gaslighting successful, Ms. Jason turns to go back to the other courts when Maria's hands reach out for her as well.

"Hey, watch where you're- HEY, STOP!" Her face petrified at the concept of assaulting not only a fellow student, but another teacher (again!), Maria finds herself peeling down the bottoms of her coach. Knowing enough at this point to just let her body do her thing, Maria instead chose to focus on the toned legs she slowly revealed as her young teacher was stripped in front of the class. Her teacher's legs stepping her out of the bundle of fabric at her feet, Ms. Jason stares in shock at Maria as they both regain full control.

"You! You are not going to get away with this!" Watching her teacher stand in the middle of a circle of onlookers, she pulls out her white panties from the mess of her pants and attempts to step into them, leg freezing at the opening. Wise to what's going on, Maria's eyes twinkle a little.

"What's wrong? Dave's Dicksucker just took off your panties. She thought you said that wasn't a big deal?" Looking around, Maria sees everyone nod in agreement while her teacher stares her in the eyes.

"Look miss, just because it happens to everyone doesn't mean it's ok when you do it to me!" Ok, so she's thinks she's special then doesn't she. Even Gloria was looking on at her teacher in confusion.

"What are you trying to tell me I need to deal with it? I practically get assaulted and get forcibly stripped, but you get all upset when she takes your panties? I was assaulted! You just got your panties removed!" Setting off into a yelling match about their panties, the rest of the class watches on bewildered. Especially Maria. She couldn't believe the lengths of cognitive dissonance on display right now. They both knew that THEY had their panties removed against their will, but of course the other person was crazy! Apparently too angry to realize she's bottomless, a bunch of the students gather behind Ms. Jason and whisper to each other, although even if they shouted she probably wouldn't have heard. Hysterical from the event, the two of them continue yelling all the way until the bell rings, alerting Ms. Jason to the fact that she doesn't have to stand her being gawked by her students. Freaking out and quickly pulling her pants up, Gloria darts off before anyone can ask questions and the rest of the students are left standing there for a moment unsure how to take the situation.

Knowing they'll likely be late to next class, students rush to the locker rooms and get changed, although Maria takes her time to avoid another skirt mishap.

"Hey, you ok there?" Emily pulls up next to her at her locker. Continuing to fish out her old shirt and bra, Maria takes a moment to catch her breath before answering.

"Yea, Dave's Dicksucker is fine. Just...surprised by that she guesses."

"Never thought someone would take losing her panties to you so poorly! They need to lighten up I think. Of well, must've had fun jumping around in that outfit." Emily gives her friend a teasing tug on her skirt, causing her to yelp in fear and reflexively double over. Fortunately, they were both rather slow to head to the locker room so no one was behind her to catch yet another glimpse.

"Oh relax. I guess streaking through gym class is exhausting huh. Oh yea, next time you see Dave without your mouth full tell him gaming club is back on this week starting tomorrow after school. See you later." Leaving Maria to change in peace, Emily is shocked to suddenly find Maria's hands on her waistband.

"What, Dicksucker, what are you doing?" Both girls in shock, Maria watches as her hands peel down the waistband of Emily's sweatpants, revealing her red panties beneath.

"Dicksucker!" Emily calls out to her.

"D-Dave's Dicksucker is sorry! She can't stop!" Watching her hands as they reach up to Emily's ass, her partner suddenly finds herself stepping out of her sweatpants as they sit on the ground.

"What, what the fuck am I doing!" Staring at her legs in disbelief, Emily feels her friend pull her panties down her legs and sees yet again her legs step out of the garments. Once bottomless, Emily and Maria are alone in the locker room frozen in shock.

"Dave's Dicksucker...What the hell just happened? That was like I..." In total fear, Emily stands motionless.

"You just lost control? Dave's Dicksucker knows, she's sorry." She reaches forwards to hug her friend.

"But, how?" In her friend's embrace, she lets herself calm down a moment but pulling away. Reaching down to her panties on the floor, Emily picks them up and lifts a leg. Putting her foot up to a hole, she strains herself yet is unable to put it through. After another moment of unsuccessful attempts, she throws them on the floor in frustration.

"This is insane, why can't I put them on!"

"Dave's Dicksucker doesn't know. She's so sorry, she couldn't help it!"

"Why did you do that?"

"D, Dave's Dicksucker couldn't control herself...EP!" While trying comfort Emily, Maria finds her hand whipping back behind her and landing a hard slap on her ass. Echoing through the locker room, both girls freeze.

"Why did you just do that?" Emily quietly asks, still holding her discarded panties in hand.

"Dave's Dicksucker....AH!" Once again, her rebellious hand bears down on her. Doubling over, her hand continues to lay into her as it punishes her for god knows what in front of her friend. Finally stopping, Maria kneels on the floor to catch her breath before finding herself rising to the locker and grabbing her phone. Looking at the shocked Emily with pleading eyes, she finds herself posing on the floor for a selfie. Legs spread wide to show off her dripping pussy, her eyes roll back into an ahegao face as she squeezes a tit with her free hand. Once she's able to move she catches her hands sending the picture to Dave.

"Nice, I thought you'd be on your way to class by now though. Would have been nice to put on that show for everyone in the hallways!"

"Why did you make Dave's Dicksucker do that?" Maria replies back sitting on the bench.

"Just for fun. I have the power so I may as well use it." Maria suddenly notices that Emily is standing over her shoulder reading the messages from Dave. Seeing confusion and anger in her eyes, Emily darts over to her sweatpants and quickly throws them on, tossing the unwearable panties into her backpack.

"Oh I'm going to fucking kill him!" Angrily storming out of the room, Emily gets ready to find Dave and make him pay for this.