Another Week, Another Round of Check-Ins (Part 2 of 2)

Maria Davis

"Hmmm, hmm, hmm-hmm..." I hum to myself as the water runs down my back.

Nothing beats a hot shower at the end of a long day. Although, in reality, the day wasn't all that long, all things considered. Today was actually pretty easy. Gotta thank Matt for that one. He was the one who told me to cancel class, after all. I wonder why he did that. It's not like he's ever complained about my class before. Well, it's not my place to question his decisions. I just follow orders.

As I squirt some shampoo into my hand and begin to lather up my hair, my mind starts to go back to this morning. Back to that interaction with Matt. I can't believe he seriously told me to strip down and give him a blowjob. Not that I'm necessarily offended or anything. We're both adults, and I can respect a man who tries to take what he wants. And it's not like I didn't give blowjobs to some worse looking guys back when I was in school myself. It's just that he has to understand that following rules always comes first. He may be my superior, but he's still a student.

I have to say though, it's nice having a commanding officer of sorts that I actually see on a regular basis. Sure, I have bosses at school who have regulations and guidelines, but for the most part, it's up to me to handle everything myself. With Matt giving me orders today, I realized how nice it is to just turn your brain off and do what someone else says. It also makes it easier to deal with the rest of the class. I'm not a huge fan of telling people what to do, but when Matt tells me to, it just comes so much more naturally.

The more I think about all this stuff, the more I find myself exploring my body while in the shower. I run my fingers along my wet body, enjoying the sensation of my glossy skin. It reminds me of when Matt was feeling me up today while I was saluting him. At least, I'm pretty sure that's what happened. In that moment, I completely shut out the world around me and just let whatever happened happen, so I'm not 100% sure what he did. All I know for sure is that when I came out of it, my dress felt like it had moved a bit, my nipples felt extra sensitive, and my pussy was definitely more worked up.

All that being said, I don't mind. So he might have touched me while I was standing at attention. So what? It's not like I could have done anything about it even if I was paying attention. A good soldier never drops a salute without permission. Sure, I just said it's not okay for a teacher to strip in front of a student, but this is different. When I'm standing at attention, it doesn't matter what happens to my body. Why does that change things? Honestly, I'm not sure. I just know that it does.

I think that's probably enough reminiscing for now. And probably enough showering too. If I stay in here any longer, I may end up doing something inappropriate. Though, now that I think I about it, I guess there isn't any rule against imagining having a little fun with a student...

I pause for a moment and look around, as if there would be anyone else in my own bathroom. Then, I quietly reach up and remove the showerhead from the wall. I angle the water up so it's shooting directly into my pussy, savoring the sensation as I do. And then I close my eyes and picture Matt saying those words to me again.

"Maria, get undressed and suck my cock," he commands in my head.

"Yes, Sir," I say out loud.

I drop to my knees, keeping the showerhead pressed against my crotch. I open my mouth and pretend to get to work, doing my best to properly follow the instructions of my commanding officer.

Julia Anderson

"Are you enjoying your tea, Mr. Fuzzy?" I ask as I set down the plastic tea pot in front of me.

I quickly place a hand on the giant teddy bear across the table from me and move it's paw towards the cup in front of it.

"Oh yes, Julia! It's delicious!" Mr. Fuzzy responds (definitely not just me speaking in a deep voice). "But you know, drinking tea always makes me really horny. Why don't you come over here and give me a taste of that pussy instead."

"Oh, Mr. Fuzzy! You know I can't resist an offer like that!" I giggle.

I grab Mr. Fuzzy and put him down on the floor. Then, I lower my naked body down on top of him and begin humping his soft face. Looking around, I see a bunch of my dolls all facing me from their seats at the table as I ride my teddy bear.

It's been such a long time since I've played with any of my childhood toys. Mr. Fuzzy and my doll collection have been collecting dust in my closet for who knows how long? And I'm shocked we still have the old tea set Michelle and used to play with when we were kids, but I'm so glad Mom kept it. In fact, I have no idea why I ever stopped playing with all this stuff. Tea Party Fuck-Fest has quickly become my new favorite game! I can't wait for the strap-on I ordered to get here so Mr. Fuzzy can really make this a Fuck-Fest. Though, the best way to play would be with a real cock...

I wonder if Daddy would play Tea Party Fuck-Fest with me. That would be so much fun! I love playing with Daddy, especially if it means he fucks me. I can't believe I ever thought he was trying to do something bad. He just wanted us to play together as one big happy family. And to think, I nearly ruined it! What was I thinking?! Why did I ever want to stop Daddy from playing with us? I love playing!

Looking back on it, life was so boring before he started all of this. But not anymore! Liz and Maid Michelle are so much better than my old family. And of course Matt makes a much better Daddy than a regular old uninteresting brother. I've even starting to enjoy having Rose around. Actually, I really like Rose. She always comes up with the best games to play and never cares what anyone else thinks of her. I'm sorry I ever doubted Daddy for bringing her home. I wonder... if she's Daddy's wife, does that technically make her my Mommy? Huh. I never really thought about it before...

Anyway, I can't wait for my next playtime with Daddy! I love it when he uses me like the little plaything I am. Although, recently, I've also really enjoyed being... naughty in front of Daddy...

I can't really explain it. Something about teasing him is so exciting to me. Maybe it's because I know I'm his toy and he can do whatever he wants with me. That makes it fun to push his buttons to try to get him to put me in my place. I think back to when I made Liz cum. Daddy got so mad. And then he wrapped his hands around my dainty little neck and started to squeeze...

I run my hands all over my smooth, hairless body as I remember that moment. Eventually, I reach my little nipples and give them a tug. The sensation causes me to thrust my pussy down further into Mr. Fuzzy's face. It isn't long before I end up shooting my juices all over the plush toy. Why does that feel so good? It makes me wonder just what else I could do to make Daddy punish me. You know, Mom never really gave us spanking when we were kids. I wonder how it would feel to get a spanking from Daddy...

Hmm... I think I may have just come up with a new game to try out...

Louisa Collins

I feel the cold air hit my skin as I stand on the balcony of my apartment, staring out at the city. I know I probably shouldn't be standing out here this late at night, but I can't bring myself to go back inside. Too much is on my mind right now. As I think, I can't help but rock my hips back and forth slightly, feeling my... err... especially large derriere swing a decent amount behind me with each movement. Yes, I am quite aware of how big it is. It's hard not to notice with how difficult it is to shop for pants and skirts. I'm also quite aware of the attention it attracts.

That thought causes a shiver to run down my spine. I... I still can't believe that really happened. I'm used to people staring at my butt. That happens all the time. I've gotten cat calls for it before. I've even had the occasional pervert slap it. But... I've never experienced anything quite like what happened earlier this week before. And to think, it was my own students...

What got into all of them? I've never had a class do anything remotely that crazy. Most days, people in my class are half-asleep the entire time I teach. I thought that maybe a little encouragement would help them pay more attention. Even I was starting to get a little more into class after I started those pep talks. But they didn't just start acting more alert... they became insatiable...

I can still imagine what it felt like. The sensation of being surrounded on all sides, having hands all over my entire body. Thinking about it again causes me to bite my lip and rub my thighs together.

Wait a second! Louisa, what are you doing?! You can't seriously be getting turned on by that thought! That's so wrong for so many reasons. Still, I can't help but wonder: did I somehow do that to them? Was I the cause of that incident? I don't know how I would be. I don't feel like I did anything to encourage my students to... do that to me. Sure, I was a bit more cheerful than usual, but surely there are plenty of friendly teachers out there that don't have that problem. No, there's no way. I'm being ridiculous. But then... what happened?

And it wasn't even a one time thing! Just yesterday, Matt Anderson tried to do the same thing! But that's not even the worst part. Feeling Matt touch me like that... there was a part of me that kind of wanted it. But how is that possible? It can't be! Not with Matt. He's... he's... It just doesn't make any sense.

God, I really need to get laid. I can't believe I of all people just said that, but it's true. I feel this pressure built up between my legs, just begging to be released. The only problem is, I'm not really sure what to do about that. I've never really encountered this problem before. It's just not something I've had any issue with up to this point. And yet, here I am, with no means of relieving myself of this rising tension. I really need to come up with some sort of solution, before I end up doing something I regret. And as terrifying as it is to admit, the idea that first popped into my head for what I might regret doing... it seemed really appealing right now...

"Okay, calm down. Everything's going to be okay," I say out loud to myself in hopes that it will make me feel better. "You're not going to do anything rash. You're a strong woman, capable of doing anything she puts her mind to. Yeah! You can do it!"

As soon as I say those words, I experience what feels like lightning coursing through my body. I shudder as the feeling flows down directly into my vagina. It's like that pressure I was just talking about doubled in an instant. Oh god... why is this happening? I feel like I'm about to pee myself from sheer pleasure. Is that a thing that can happen?

Once the initial wave passes, I'm left feeling even more needy than how I started. Great. What am I supposed to do now? I guess I could try to come up with a few ideas, but I'm honestly not sure if they'll work at this point. This kind of stuff isn't really my forte. Let's just say I didn't have too much luck the last time I tried. Maybe things will be different tomorrow, but the pit forming in my stomach doesn't make me feel good about my chances. I just hope I can figure this out before my next class...

Bianca Romano

Something feels... off right now. I cannot put my finger on it, but I sense a strange feeling. What could it be though? As I finish preparing to recharge for the night, I search my databanks for what could be wrong. Could it be that I recently stopped going to all my classes? No, that cannot be it. Violet told me to do that and she knows what is best for me. Is it because I have recently have developed feelings for Violet and her boyfriend? That does not seem right either. After all, Violet and Matt are both incredibly sexy. I love to fantasize about Violet and Matt.

I spend a bit more time running through various possibilities in my head, yet they all seem illogical for one reason or another. Perhaps I am imagining things. However, something about the past day or so has felt different. I wonder why...

My thoughts are interrupted by the faint sound of knocking at the door of my room. Odd. There is only one person that would be outside my room at this time of day, and that is not how she usually knocks. Typically, her knocks have a bit more confidence, at least as confident knocks can be.

"Come in," I say.

Sure enough, the door creaks open to reveal Violet, looking just as beautiful as ever. However, she does not really seem like herself. There is an aura of nervousness surrounding her. I do not believe I have ever seen her look quite like that before, especially in our apartment. Could this be why I felt something was off just a moment ago? Perhaps I should ask her-

"Uh... hey, Bianca. Sorry to bother you right now, but do you think you could... um... provide a little oral relief right now? I could use a pick-me-up," Violet says quietly.

Sexual request detected from authorized user. Requested Task: "provide a little oral relief." Interpreted Task: perform cunnilingus on [Violet Garcia]. Terminating all other current priorities.

What was I just doing? It does not matter. I need to eat out Violet. That is the only thing that is important right now. Everything else can wait until later.

"Understood. Please head to your preferred location so we may begin," I feel myself saying automatically.

Violet turns around and walks into her own room, which I promptly follow. Once we arrive, Violet begins undressing in front of me. Good. That will make it much easier for me to eat her pussy. Seeing her naked body causes me to feel a slight arousal, but I ignore my own feelings and focus on my current task.

"C-can you get naked too? I think I'd prefer it if neither of us were wearing clothes," Violet adds as she looks down at the ground.

Sexual request detected from authorized user. Requested Task: "get naked too." Interpreted Task: remove all clothing. Pausing priority on previously assigned tasks.

I should be naked right now. It is very important that I am not wearing anything before I go any further.

"Understood. Removing clothes," I tell Violet before promptly stripping down.

I feel much better once I am completely nude. Now where was I. Oh yes, eating Violet out. Violet lays down and her bed and I immediately go to work. I crawl between her legs, stick my tongue out and start licking her pussy. I do my best to do as good of a job as I possibly can. Luckily, the entire process seems to come very naturally to me. I am not entirely sure why, since I do not have any experience bringing another woman to orgasm outside of what I have done previously with Violet, but I am glad I am able to satisfy her.

Although, it does not feel like she is responding to my actions as well as she usually does. She still seems to be enjoying herself, but it does not seem to be to the same extent as normal. I have spend quite a lot of time these past few days in this exact position, so I have become very familiar with just how invested Violet can become in any sexual activity she is involved in. So what is different today?

Despite my uncertainty, I continue working with no less enthusiasm. Knowing Violet, there is a reasonable chance I could be doing this for a decent amount of time, so I settle in and get comfortable (though not too comfortable, as I do have a job to do). Although given how weird she's acting, who knows? Maybe she will not want to go for that long. That is a concerning thought. I wonder what it is that is bothering her so much.

Skye Cunningham

Hmm... what to do, what to do. I pace around my bedroom as I try to collect my thoughts. I won't lie, I'm still having a bit of trouble taking all of this in. I mean, a magic remote with the power to change people's identities? The idea sounds completely outlandish. And yet, the more I think about it, the more it does make some sense.

The most obvious example is my sister. That brat was always obsessed with being better than everyone else. Then, out of nowhere, it's like she completely gave up any desire to look put together. Her clothes are always either wrinkled or stained and she smells like she hasn't showered in days. I even went to that idiotic sorority house she stays at today and her room was an absolute... well, the only word I can think of to describe it is... a pigsty. As crazy as it is to think that a remote is somehow turning her into a pig, it's also the only explanation I have that has any kind of evidence supporting it.

Then there's Daisy. Ugh. Talk about a girl who needs to shut up and learn her place. Anyway, basically everyone on campus is aware of how she came to school one day with tits bigger than her head. Everyone except for Daisy herself, that is. She claims that they've always been like that, which is the biggest load of bullshit I've ever heard. I've tried asking around to see if anyone knows where she got them done, but no one knows. Most people seem to think they look real, which I can't help but agree with. According to that cunt Violet, she's turning into a human cow. I haven't seen her produce any milk, but at this point, it wouldn't shock me to see that.

But those aren't the only two I've noticed acting weird. I have a few classes with Nicole, or Nikki as she goes by now. I didn't know much about her, but something is definitely up with her. She also has bigger boobs now (though they're obviously fake), but she's also dumber than a sack of potatoes. Considering that I've never seen her make a fool of herself before recently, I think it's safe to say she changed too. There's also my math professor, who went from relatively uninteresting to a peppy woman who can't seem to sit still. And don't get me started about those weird words of encouragement she gives. I heard that in another one of her classes, she nearly started an orgy just from being nice to her students.

The list goes on and on, but I think the most telling thing is what I've experienced myself. Apparently the remote was used on me and I got "Dominatrix" as my identity. Now, when I think about it, I can't tell anything different about how dominant I am. However, what I have noticed a change in is how people react to me. Where people once used to try to push me around or ignore everything I said, now it seems so easy to get them to do what I want. And not just small stuff either. I got one of my teachers to change my grade on a test just by telling him to. I even tried to test the limits at work today by telling some annoying guy to drop his pants in the middle of the coffee shop. And he actually did it! That was certainly an amusing sight. I didn't know small-dicked losers could be that small.

All of this leads me to believe that what the cunt said was the truth. That there really is some device out there changing people into a bunch of overly sexual caricatures. Which means that it's probably safe to assume that I really was made more dominant because of it, even though I don't feel like I was. My guess is that this remote somehow makes its targets oblivious to their own changes, hence why everyone effected doesn't appear to notice their own transformation.

So I guess I'm a dominatrix now... Huh. I do kind of like the sound of that. It makes me sound so... powerful. Like I'm in control and everyone else is mine to do with as I please. I'm getting hot and bothered just thinking about it. I've spent my whole life constantly being put down because of Christina. I've never been able to just live my own life. Well I'm sick of it. It's time to take things into my own hands. I can't wait to put my bitch of a sister in her place. But why stop at just her? If people feel the need to obey me, than I see no reason why I can't make everyone my submissive little toys. If that remote wants to turn me into a dominatrix, than who am I to stop it?

Wait a second... the remote... If that thing is the root of all of this, then maybe it could help me. I mean, if anyone should have a reality-altering device, it should be me. This Matt dumbass doesn't deserve such an incredible tool. I'm the dominatrix, after all. That means I should be in charge. Which also means I should get whatever I want. Yeah. Fuck Matt. This should all be about me. He thinks he can use the remote to build his little harem? Well maybe I should just take that too. Mistress Skye. It has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? I can't wait to hear all my slaves call me that as they bow before. I think I'll start with that little cunt he cares so much about. I have already been working on a little something for the pervert, after all.

Now, how exactly do I get the remote? Something tells me that Matt isn't going to just give it to me, even with my powers. If he's the one in control, he probably has a bit more of a fight in him than that nymphomaniac girlfriend of his. No, I need a more... eloquent solution to deal with him. As if on cue, I hear my phone ring from my nightstand. I glance over at it to see who's calling me.

Mom

Well, would you look at that. The perfect idea just fell right into my lap. How convenient.