Michael Snaps

"Fuck yeah, fuck yeah. Please look at my tits, I'm a slut! Yes yes yes! Yes Michael! Yes! Grab my hair! Grab my fucking hair! Yes yeeeees! Please look at my tits, I'm a slut! Pull harder! Rip my fucking hair out until i'm bald! Yeeeeeees! I was made for your cock, yes yes!"

"Will you fucking cum already!" You bark at the gibbering, quivering, sweat soaked, foul mouthed sex beast which now inhabited the body of the girl known as Stella.

"This lowly slut won't cum fast enough for her master! Please look at my tits! Punish your slut master, spit in her face, shove her head in the toilet. Punish me with that manly cock master, fuck me harder! Fuck me until I cry and you can use my tears and snot for lube!"

Well Stella had certainly taking to the role as a slut.

You pull out. You'd been limp for minutes, you have no idea what she was screaming about.

You sit down on the toilet, in the tiny bathroom for the Admin department. It's like a sink, and a toilet in a 5x5 room.

You need Stella to give you the dirt, on Pricilla but she refused to until less you fucked her to orgasm. Sure you have the power of a god, but you try not to cheat when you can help it. You thought fucking Stella would be easy and satisfying. You'd corrupted her mind. You made her want you. You're the reason her pussy was now a never ending faucet of lube. But you're so fucking worried about this Pricilla thing that you can't stop thinking about it!

No one fucking knew this girl. When you introduced her to Chad, Lucy, Lacey, Derek, none of them knew her. Pricilla didn't even recognize Stella, the most popular girl in school! Not to mention no one had class with her, only theater. Only the costume department. She spawned in that infinite void you'd created like some Lovecraftian horror! She was after the book, she had to be! She had to be!

See look!

Stella's sucking you off right now! Both your balls are in her mouth , her nose is pressed against your semi-turgid rod, and pulled up like a pig, and she sloppily jacking your shaft against her face, and you didn't even notice!

You didn't even have time to admire the work you'd done on Stella, it was sickening this whole situation.

"Stella it's not happening, I can't get hard. Can we get a rain check on this?"

She purrs out some word soup with her mouth, but she's got two testicles occupying her tongue and it's unintelligible. However the increased speed of her jacking, and her sucking harder on your balls makes you think she hasn't give up on you yet.

You sigh. "Alright, well, this was beautiful in it's own kind of way." You summon up a wad of spit, and manage to splatter it right across Stella's forehead. She moans, and giggles at the humiliation, and desegregation. But then you take your thumb and use the spit to wipe away the 'S,L,U, and T' from her forehead.

It takes a moment, but her services to you, slow down, until eventually she gasps, spits your balls out, and jumps up to her feet. "Oh my gosh Michael, I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me." She pauses, then her embarrassed pink shade, begins to catch flame and burn red. "Wait, yes I do! You fucking wrote SLUT on my forehead! I'm a nudist you knew what that would do to me!" The redness in her face migrates into her whole body, it's incredible to see, a full body blush. "You could haven't written 'CONFIDENT?' Don't you think, that would have helped me out!" She gasps for air, and gasps and gasp. "But no!" Her voice cracks over come with emotion. "You made me a nudists, and then you made me into a slut, like I'm some sex toy! Oh my god! Oh my god." She's fully crying at this point. Leaned against the sink, gasping, and gasping for breath, her chest heaves, and heaves, and she clutches it like an alien's going to come out. "You're a monster!" She sobs, sliding down the wall sudden animated by nothing more than despair.

Well, that was kind of a mood killer.

You stuff your displeased dick pack into your pants and zip. Stella's sobbing fills the tiny bathroom. You really have to stop doing her in bathrooms. She's going to imprint on them or something.

You fire up your calming aura, and stand to your feet. "Stella, it's no big deal calm down."

For the first time ever, that actually works on a woman. Stella seizes up mid sob, like all the air was let out of her tantrum. "Oh..." She blinks dully at you. "Why isn't it a big deal? You made me into something I'm not. I'm confused."

You grab her by her armpit and pull her to her feet. "Yeah, and I'm going to turn you back as soon as I get what I need, so it really doesn't fucking matter what you want or need. I just need you to stop slobbering over my dick long enough to work the filing system."

This shakes her, physically shakes her. She quakes, and her eye twitches, uncontrollably, as her psyche breaks in order to fit with the rules of the universe."S-s-s-s-Stella doesn't matter? It j-j-j-just wa-want-t-t-ted to feel good about it's body, a-a-and be a g-g-gggg-good mommy. Please look at it's tit's, Stella is a slut."

Well that, was... disturbing.

Michael, I think we should stop, this is getting out of hand.

But you're not going to stop, I can see it in your eyes. Your failing erection is once more at full strength. Because you just did something interesting to Stella, and all that misplaced blood is urging you to push it. Break her.

And even if you weren't perverse enough to try it, which we all know you are, you were frustrated enough to do it anyway.

"Will you just shut up already? All you people and your little lives, it's so tiring! You want to be a Mommy Stella? Well I fucking ended Authoritarianism, and achieved world peace, so I'm sorry if I wanted a blowjob every once in a while, I think the savior is allowed. And it doesn't even matter anyway, none of you are even real. I'm probably the only real thing in the universe. You don't want to be addicted to cock? Fine! How about I turn you into an anime waifu? Or a blowup doll, or maybe give you real udders? Huh? Four nipples on each tit, which I'm going to double in size, they're going to be a six inches long and leak god damn Gogurt! I won't even make you remember being Stella! You'll just be the yoplait fucking Gogurt cowgirl, and you'll moo happily at the life you've been given. You aren't real Stella! You're just lines of letters in my Rulebook."

Did you get that off your chest?

Ya feel good?

Because Stella's gone, so I hope it was worth it.

Her eyes go blank, and she slumps against the wall, motionless. Not dead, still breathing, but it's pretty clear she's gone.

You're just huffing and puffing in front of her, surging with a feeling of strength, and power. So fucking horny, you might actually do it. You've really been limiting yourself with this school. Giving students fetishes, and costumes. Why not get really weird with it? You were already going to turn them all into freak flag waving clowns, why not monsters too? Starting with the Gogurt cow of course.

Then as that surge of exhilaration fades, Stella still hasn't moved. That surge of power which got you so high, left her behind. "Stella?"

No response. Why would there be? She doesn't think she exists.

"Stella!" You shake her, but she might as well been a doll, like the one you threatened turning her into. "Shit shit shit. Stella come on!" You shake her harder. "Stella it's the comfort councilor, you have to do what I say, Wake up!"

At long last she finds a command from you she's able to resist. At least oblivion has granted her freedom.

Oh well. Take out your book and bring on the Yoplait Gogurt Cowgirl! Each teat a different flavor!

That's a free idea, from me to you.

I'm sure whatever cartoonish, sexy reincarnation of Stella you bring forth will be amusing enough to fill the role of a living breathing human being. The yogurt leaking Cowgirl will probably have dreams of her own too, a blue ribbon maybe.

You take out the Rulebook and write...

Old Rule: Stella Exists

Obviously, she's right in front of you.

New Rule: Stella Exists

Nope.

New Rule: Stella Wakes up.

New Rule: Stella is conscious.

New Rule: Stella is aware

Old Rule: Stella is aware

Old Rule: Stella has her own personality, that isn't controlled by anybody...

And what is that personality?

... She wants to be a mother, and she think's her body is perfect. Not in a conceded way, but like it belongs to her.

It's hard huh?

You open up your little black book, and open to Stella's section. Certainly you have something written in there about her personality.

'My ultimate goal is to make her a totally shameless slut, the dirtiest in the school. No specific fetish, but somehow still the weirdest fuck. Loud, crass, and totally addicted, she'll love being used. I'll do this by warping her sense of confidence. I'll teach her over the school year that her value is determined by sex. The more sex she has, the more value, and the more degrading the sex is the more value. I hope this will lead to a situation where even as she's being pissed on by a group of men, she'll feel more beautiful and confident than ever. Making her oblivious to the fact that everyone sees her as a dirty whore. Also I want to incorporate body writing into my plan. As a way to give her temporary fetishes, or enforce certain behavior, I dunno I'll think about it.'

Well as enlightening as that passage about your plans for your classmate, there wasn't really a lot of information.

I guess she's screwed.

"Fuck!" You whimper, opening the book one last time.

New Rule: Nothing can hurt Stella.

Nothing, she's gone buddy.

You roar and toss The Rulebook against the door. Then you take Stella in your arms, and cuddle her, as you cry.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Stella. I didn't mean it. I didn't mean it. You're real, you exist. You're not a toy. You always do whatever I say, so come back. Please? You can complain about following my orders, like you always do, but you have to come back. Come back!" You take a deep breath, to keep yourself from becoming manic. "You're going to wear clothes, and I'll never talk to you again. If you want, I'll get your boyfriend back for you. You'll graduate, no problem. You'll go to college, live your life, and when you're ready, you're going to be a mom. And I mean, world class. One of a kind. All the unborn souls in the universe are arguing over who get's to be your kid. They're lining up Stella, and they can't wait to meet you, and they're all really fucking pissed that I almost took you away from them. Your wants matter. Your needs matter. Even in the face of cosmic indifference, your life has value."

At long last Michael cracks, and cries, and collapses.

Your tears land on Stella's face, which begin to witch. A layman might think it was the tears, and not the words that reanimated her, but this is not true. Her eyes flutter rapidly, as her repaired psyche fires up the synapses of her brain, like the bellows of a long forgotten forge. "P-p-please look at my tits, what happened?"

Really not where I was planning to go with this chapter, but when the muse tells you what to write you DO NOT argue. I originally had Michael breaking her brain just a little, and getting the info he needed then I realized there was no way Michael wouldn't push Stella further if he could. Then the rest wrote itself. I'm excited for how this chapter shakes up the story, and completely throws all my plans out the window! This is why we write baby!