Jasmine has what's called Cummagnetism

"I'm afraid Jasmine has what's called Cummagnetism," you tell Codi while looking Jasmine in her watery, cum-draped eyes. The news has her frowning though she doesn't yet have the details. "Cummagnets, as we dub the afflicted, will draw the cum from nearby men's balls, if any is to be found."

Even as Codi writes the words on the clipboard, most of the men around begin to jerk around a little bit, crotch thrusting or disrobing. One guy yelps, "ahhhhi I gotta!" and turns himself away before whipping back around to face Jasmine, his dick flopped out of his pants and in his hand.

"It's rare, of course, that no cum is found in balls." As you say it, you step away from the naked, seated girl. No less than three distinct jets of jizz land on her just seconds later.

*Splat* goes a wad on her tit. *Splat* goes another on her thigh. Then from the guy failing the struggle to resist, a *thwop* *thwop* *thwop* as he pumps his globs out all over her chestnut pigtails.

"Holy shit is that Jasmine from class?" a group of students walks by, but swiftly turn, one by one, each one leaning away from Jasmine, but also whipping his dick out and stroking.

After a few moments, Jasmine is covered, head to skirt, to sneakers, in the semen juice of a dozen strangers.

"There's good news, though. The recommended treatment is to collect all that jizz in the cummagnet's shoes and wear as little other clothing as possible. Not only is the Cumshoe Treatment easy to administer, it should probably clear up the condition in a mere matter of years."

Codi writes it all in the file, and Jasmine gets another load right in her eyes while she takes off her sneakers to start on the treatment. "Wow, what about her scores?"

"Mostly zeros, I think. What do you think?" You're about done teaching this one a lesson. It should be about time to see if Casey got her makeover finished yet.

Codi offers, "she has nice boobs, right? And we can write in categories, right?" Codi doesn't seem thrilled about rating her friend straight zeros, but even as she's writing the zeros in, you, the men continually hosing Jasmine down with jizz, and even Codi are all beginning to find Jasmine less and less attractive.

You look down at the disgusting mess in front of you, sniffling under a blanket of cum.

"Sure, give her whatever you want, I'm going back to the salon."

A young man with bags from the Shoe Box practically shoves you out of the way as he jerks his way up to Jasmine and splatters her face with jizz, which she drips carefully into her shoe. While he walks hurriedly away, she places the shoe on the filthy tile floor and steps carefully into the sticky warm goo inside with a squish.