To Become Aware

By closing your eyes and concentrating, you could feel the internal struggle of your consciences battle with the supplanted memories, and you saw your entire life flashing before your eyes as though you were about to die. An immensely strong pressure buckled against your psyche, trying to contain and suppress it, and your knees nearly buckled as you rebelled. Like a man stranded within the vortex of a tornado, it seemed as though you were helpless to escape the powerful **** keeping you under the spell, and yet, with the singular anchor point of that pink thong, you managed to weather the storm by channeling your unbridled horniness. You KNEW that you didn't dream up Katie's ass in that sexy thong, and you were going to get to the bottom of this, one way or another. After what felt like decades, the pressure on your mind recedes, and suddenly a flood of new memories poured in, true memories that were once stripped from you. Taking a deep breathe of fresh air, you realize that you've achieved enlightenment. This must've been what the Hindu scholars felt when they wrote the Kama Sutra. At last, you were free.

However, the afterglow of your victory doesn't last long, since you're shaken out of your stupor by your girlfriend's tug of your arm. "C'mon, we have to hurry, the bell's gonna ring any second!" She exclaims, and you allow yourself be dragged into school with her, partly because you're now seeing her nudity in a new light.

Previously, with your brain muddled by external interference, Katie's nudity seemed entirely normal to you. After all, all girls in senior year were naked. It was a bit peculiar, to be sure, but hardly anything noteworthy at the time. But now, with your mind restored, seeing your naked girlfriend running through the school hallways was simple...wrong. There was no other way to describe it. her beautiful body, large yet perky tits, perfectly trimmed pubes, all of which should've only been seen by you and maybe a doctor or two, but is now fully on display for anyone and everyone, including those not directly impacted by the mental influence. To be honest, it ignited a fire of jealousy in your heart just thinking about it, but there was no more time to dwell on it.

The two of you arrived inside the school, and Katie gives you a quick hug before running off to her class, leaving you alone in the atrium. Naturally, you had no intentions of actually going to class. Something seriously wrong was occurring at this school, and you were going to dig deeper. Memories and thoughts may be altered, but there had to be some sort of physical evidence to be found, right?

*

Within the well furbished office of school principle, Jacob Myers ponders the inner machinations of this watch that God has blessed him with. Indeed, now that the hour hand of the clock has hit the five marker, his power even holds sway over the faculty, as is evidenced by the blonde English teacher currently kneeling under his desk, sucking his cock diligently. Myers doesn't even find her all that hot, but it hardly mattered to him. He'll ensure that the world is restored to the way it should be: women serving men, and all serving him, regardless of appearance.

Unfortunately for him, despite all of his tinkering with the watch, he's barely learned anything of value on how to actually improve it's power. Any advancements he's made so far have been unreplicable and dependent entirely on luck. Muttering in frustration, Myers shifts his focus to the woman currently licking the entire length of his shaft. As an experiment, he had added a new rule that blowjobs were considered a major sign of respect to the principle of the school, and had to quickly amend that rule to be for females only when he realized just how many ambitious ass-kissers there were.

With just those two rules, the watch had gone down from 5:24 down to 5:03, the exact opposite direction that he was aiming for. All for what? So some ugly whore can try to give him a sub-par blowjob in an attempt to get a pay raise? Partly fueled by his frustration, Myers can feel a familiar tension in his loins, and he shoved his cock down into her mouth with no hesitation, and her eyes widened in surprise as his hot jizz poured right down into her throat, sending her into a coughing fit. "Thank you, you are excused," Myers said bluntly before tossing her out the door. One more glance at the watch revealed a minor change: 5:04. Perhaps there was a pattern there...

*

Katie was not having a good day. Her knees were sore, her arms were aching, and she was pretty sure she'd be smelling like semen for the entire month. It wasn't even my fault that I was late, she lamented to herself in her mind. Nate had clearly not had enough sleep last night, and was daydreaming his way to class, resulting in the two of them arriving just a moment after the bell. Normally, it wouldn't be a big deal, but her physics teacher was a stickler for the rules, so she got the full punishment.

As apology for "disrupting the class," she had to jerk off the entire male population of her class, which was over twenty students. The concept of the punishment didn't make much sense, considering the actual punishment was way more disruptive than the act being punished, but such was the way of the school. With a dick in each hand, she methodically stroked them, mentally keeping a rhythm through her cheerleading chants.

*Splatter*

Based on the smirk on the skinny nerd's face, he was purposely aiming for her eyes when he came, and he wasn't far off the mark. Sighing in annoyance, Katie waved him away and the next guy took his place, pants already pulled down. When she turns to his crotch, she's greeted by an absolutely massive cock, probably over nine inches. Of course, how could she forget, Jason, the football team quarterback was in her class as well.

"Well, what do you think," he said with an arrogant grin on his face, as he waves cock in front of her wave back and forth. "Way bigger than your boyfriends, eh?"

Rolling her eyes at this childish display of masculinity, Katie griped his cock with her right hand and starts stroking while responding: "you realize that most women don't prefer bigger right? Getting punched in the cervix is hardly pleasurable."

"Hey now, don't knock it 'til you try it. It's a bit of an acquired taste, but you'll be addicted soon enough," Jason replied, thrusting out his pelvis so that the tip of his cock is inches away from Katie's face. "Besides, why don't you ask some of the others on your cheer squad how they'd rate me?"

That did give Katie pause, though only in her thoughts and not her hands, the right one of which was having serious trouble wrapping around the base of his cock. Girls talk in the locker rooms did validate what Jason was saying. She was pretty sure almost the entire squad had slept with him at one point or another, and most of them are down for a repeat if given the chance. Surely public opinion can't be that far off from the truth, she thinks to herself as the guy being stroked by her left hands finally busts his nut, coating her hand in semen. Plus, she had to admit, it's not like she wasn't curious how it would feel, just on a scientific level. However...

"How they rate you is irrelevant," Katie said as another guy steps up on her left side. "I have a boyfriend. You think I'd ever jerk you off willingly?"

"Not yet," Jason said with a shrug, "but a willing handjob and an unwilling handjob feels the same to me. If you were that concerned about loyalty, just keep being late. I'm sure they'll up your punishment, and I'll be first to volunteer."

"Hell would freeze over first," Katie muttered as yet another guy takes over on her left hand side. What the hell is this guy's stamina, to be able to outlast three guys, she thinks to herself in annoyance. At least these are the last two.

And soon, two became one, as Jason remained the last man standing when everyone one else had already blasted their load onto Katie. A quick glance at the clock told her that physics class would last another four minutes, and she can't leave until her punishment is done, which means she might be late to her next class as well, repeating the cycle. That cannot be allowed to happen. Taking her now unoccupied left hand, she begins stroking with both arms. Her arms were sore and aching, but she'd be damned if she lost to this prick.

"Tick tock, tick tock, Katie," Jason said mockingly, point to the clock, coming to the same conclusion that she had. "You're gonna need to put in more effort than that."

As much as Katie hated to admit it, he was right, and she was going to need to take drastic action to get this over and done with. Opening her mouth as wide as she can, she tried to take in as much of Jason's cock down her throat as she can.

"Oh wow, not too bad... not too bad at all..." Jason responded, a bit of a flush in his face as he watched Katie's head bob up and down his shaft, feeling her swirling tongue do dances around the head of his cock. Almost instinctively, his hands went out to reach for her tits, rubbing her nipples and rolling them around in his fingers.

Katie briefly considered stopping him, but knew that she needed every advantage possible. Trying every trick in the book, from massaging his balls to squeezing the base, and with one minute on the clock, she could sense his palpable tension. Quickly freeing his cock from her mouth, she was greeted by a waterfall of cum pouring out, drenching her entire face, but she no longer had time to worry about it. Backpack in tow, she was out the door before Jason has his pants back up.

Running down the hall, Katie decided that she was definitely going to have a stern talk with her boyfriend about his recent behavior. As much as she loved him, he's been acting really strange lately, constantly forgetting common sense things should've obvious. Doing her best to dodge another blast of cum, she tried to think about what he could be doing that's wreaking such havoc on his daily life. It's not like he had that much extracurricular stuff going like her. Unless he had some nocturnal business he wasn't telling her about...

Shaking these negative thoughts from her head, she quickly ran to her next class, ignoring the curious stares of everyone wondering why she was covered in so much cum.

(I'm still alive. Barely though. This tax season has been grueling, and it's thrown my writing schedule off wack. Trying to get back into rhythm was hard. I apologize if this continuation isn't necessarily the storyline you wanted to see. Sadly, I don't have the time to do branches at the moment. As always, anyone is free to contribute how ever they wish.)