Faces, New and Old

Without a thought for your visible condition, you looked towards the sound of the shout. It was only when you saw the face of Ella, a blond, rich girl in the school council, a few other students you don't recognize off-hand and a bit further away... Denise!? You stared stupidly as they seemed to stare equally stupidly back at you. It took you a moment before your brain turned back on, the realization that your front was literally covered in the running backs seed causing you to duck down out of sight, mortification filling you... even more so after you feel a tinge of pride at your state.

While the succubus silently laughs in your mind.

Denise had awakened twice exhausted. Her alarm clock had eventually roused her, enough for her to angrily mash the button, and then soon later her mom had shouted through her door that she would be late. Her sheets felt damp, as though soaked with sweat, and her cheeks went red at the feeling of her equally soaked bottoms. She climbed out of bed, the slick sheets trying to stick to her before pulling away, the sensation making her feel gro... Naughty. Like she was a naughty girl, a tinge of red hitting her cheeks as she thought about it.

She went to her dress to pull out her clothes for the day, a red tee and a pair of jeans while having this strange feeling of being watched or appraised. A bit confused she pulled out a pair of panties and a bra... Constraining!... actually she decided she would go without the bra today, her chest modest compared to some of the big-titted preps at school so she could get away without the support.

Jealous and insecure.

And well, maybe if she didn't keep them constrained so much they might get bigger. She took a peek into the hallway, not wanting to get caught in her naughty stained pajamas, before ducking into the bathroom on the other side of the hall. Putting her clothes down she glanced into the mirror. Her gave was quizzical as she spotted a black skintight collar around her neck. Where did that come from? Denise reached up for the collar, to touch it and take it off before her hand stopped.

No Touch!

For the first time, Denise felt that something was wrong. Her mind finally picking up on the strange thoughts that seemed to inject themselves into her own. She decided to go for the collar again, feeling an odd resistance in her mind as she pushed to do so. Her hand closed in on the collar agai-

NO! NEVER TUCH NAUGHTY GRRL! NOT YOURS!

The strange voice went rough and overpowering in her mind, losing all sense of niceties as it overwhelmed her mind. All thoughts of even touching the collars with her hands seemingly seared from her mind, the heat spreading through her body. I'm so naughty. At the thought her now free hand reached down between her legs, pulling down her bottoms and then feeling her suddenly damp slit tentatively with the tips of her fingers.

She looked up at the mirror again. She did not even seem to notice the collar as she watched herself. Her fingers toying with her labia, teasing even, before they started to press...

“DENISE, GET READY”. Her mother shouted as she knocked loudly once on the door.

It seemed to break Denise out of her fog. She started the shower and got in, the collar not even crossing her mind again.

In the end, Denise missed the school bus, and it could be seen speeding away through the windows as she entered the kitchen. Her mom is looking at her disapprovingly, resignation to the fact that she had to drop her daughter off at school. It was in the car as they approached that Denise felt a strange warm tinge on her neck. They were approaching the far end of the parking lot for the school, where some students with cars were parking and or chatting with friends before classes started.

She is there! Get out there.

“Hey, Mom, you can just drop me off over here,” Denise said, her hand waving towards the area, “I have a friend I want to talk to before class.”

Her mother slowed down, looking towards the crowded drop off for the school before looking at the groups of students, deciding on the easier choice she started to pull in. Denise furled her forehead in confusion. Wait... who does she want to talk to? She didn't care about any of those rich preppy brats, nor did any of her actual friends, but for some reason, she felt like she had to get off here.

“Oh? Making some new friends?” Her mom said, a tone of approval in her voice at seeing the groups, well-dressed students so unlike her daughter's normal gloomy and nerdy friends. She pulled up into the parking lot, wondering where she was going before her daughter just opened the door and climbed out.

“Something. Bye.” Denise said crisply. Her mother was smiling as she turned the car around, glad to see her daughter making friends with the well-off kids. Adam was fine, but she would love to see Denise get together with someone more responsible and active.

Denise, however, felt strange. A moment after getting out of the car, her neck felt a bit heavy, and her mind a bit odd. It was like hearing a conversation but muffled enough that you could not hear words. It was like that for a moment before she had an urge to look around, examining everyone in the area.

Her gaze settled on Cory, the running back for the football team, sitting in his red mini-coop at the far end. After a moment, she then turned and gazed at Ella, a grade-A bitch who sat on the student council. From having a shared gym class, Denise knew that Ella had her sights set on the aforementioned Cory, they loved to talk about asinine crap like crushes and gossip and all that.

Maybe we should see what fun could be had here?

A strange feminine voice could be heard clearly in her head suddenly, her confusion growing again before suddenly being pushed aside by the following thought.

Indeed! I'll send her over.

Denise made as though she was just walking, passed them. Ella in a crisp white shirt with a black skirt down to her knees, a contrast to Denie's own casual outfit.

“Could not find him at the party last night, just his grinning slackjawed friends!” Ella was conversing with the other girls.The girls letting out giggles or responses that she didn't even bother trying to hear.

“Hey,” Denise started, inwardly wanting to retreat back as they stared at her, “Talking about Cory? Isn't that him over there?” Her hand pointing towards him. Ella looked over, and without a word to you, started towards him.

“Hey, Cory, What are you doing over there?”

Watch the fun!

Denise followed silently; she felt an expectation that something exciting was about to happen, but had no idea what it was.

"I missed you at the party; you should walk with me, I want to hear all about the game!"

"N-no, it's fine, oh god!" Cory started and then gasped as Ella approached, you following shortly behind, Ella's friends glancing at you a bit confused about why you were following them.

Ella stopped for a moment in shock, and with a few steps, you saw why.

Cory was in mid-climax as another shot fired out of his exposed dick, the shot firing straight into the face of the most gorgeous girl you have ever seen. His seed landing all over her wonderful face, beautiful hair, and gravity-defying massive breasts. She was literally out of your dreams as her face seemed to smile in bliss.

"Wait... what are you doing!?"

Before her face opened and she stared at Ella in dumbly, before switching over to Denise. The look of recognization in her eyes making Denise feel all tingly, warm, and a little aroused as her living wet dream suddenly ducked down below the dash trying to get out of view.

(I had a hard time getting this chapter down. I knew what I wanted to happened, but I could not get happy with any of the results. After a couple of different attempts and full rewrites I just decided to get down what I could so I could at least move on from it. So sorry for that and how long this took.)