Kunstler Academy

When I came to Kunstler Academy, a high school situated in the Catskills of NY, I had no clue what I was in for. I came here as a fat nerdy kid with big glasses, and of course my first stop was the library. They had big trunks of books that people had donated to the library, and the librarian had riffled through the titles in most boxes, picked out the interesting ones, and was letting anybody else take whatever they wanted before she sent it all to the dumpster.

At the bottom of one trunk, below a stack of National Geographics, was a false compartment. And what was hidden there has changed my life now for good. Because what I found was a book called "A Practicum in Magick", authored back in the early days of printing presses. And the stuff inside, it really worked.

At first I didn't trust it. But then I tried a short spell listed inside to make your eyes focus right, and suddenly, without my glasses, I could see clear as day. Another spell gave me a muscular, athletic body, the kind I'd always dreamed of. Another gave me a huge cock and let me hold off my orgasms as long as I wanted, and spray tons and tons when I came. God, I still remember the first time I jerked off after that, I splattered my entire bare chest and my face, and I needed a towel just to clean it off!

By then I began to trust the book. It taught me to conjure, and I could just summon the clothes I needed for the day, or a cute Lil demon plaything to hump, or with an hour's effort a new bike, or with a day's work, my dream computer.

I had hit 18 that summer. And I guess I was a late-bloomer, but suddenly all my hormones kicked in at once. Yeah, I jerked off before that, but it was nothing compared to my new urges.

And on the long car ride from home (in Indiana) to Kunstler Academy, Dad drove, and I took a back seat, and I was of course reading the book, learning even more new things. This section was about manipulating chance and fate, and also about manipulating people. The secrets contained within could change anybody desires, could submit them to any act I wanted.

I tested them out carefully. I thought out the command: "Dad: offer me one of the sandwiches we packed." And he acts. "Hey, John, you hungry yet? You want one of the sandwiches your mother packed for the trip?"

Good. A new mental command: "Dad: on second thought, let's stop at McDonald's." And he said, "Actually, uh, the sandwiches are probably yucky, jam soaked through the bread and all, let's stop and get a quick bite to eat somewhere around here. Maybe there is a McDonald's around here."

The rest of the trip was relatively uneventful. Near Kunstler Academy, we came to a stop sign, and slowed down, passing a cute woman who was walking her dog. As we moved to pass her, I commanded her to flash me. She did, and as we slowed, stopped, waited for a car, and got into the turn, I got a good long view of some very nice tits.

The morning was spent moving my stuff into my room. After hiding the Practicum, I had a bunch of time to myself.