John Arrives at School

John walked down the street, still feeling a pleasant lightness in his body after Aunt Ebby had “cleaned” him with her feet. He glanced at the watch on his wrist and frowned slightly.

“Fuck… already missed the second period,” he muttered to himself.

On one hand, he didn’t give a shit. Why bother going to classes when you can turn anyone into anything with a snap of your fingers? He basically controlled the reality around him now. He could turn his teacher into an obedient bimbo slut if he wanted, or make the principal strip at an assembly. His power was absolute. But deep down, a part of the old John still remained — the regular guy who had been taught his whole life that education matters, that you need to attend classes and get good grades. That part of his brain was still nagging him about duty and the future. John smirked to himself and shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Although… I could just snap my fingers and instantly get all the knowledge in the world. Physics, math, history — everything at once. Become a genius in a second.”

He imagined it and immediately shook his head.

“Nah. That’s too much hassle. Too much responsibility. I don’t want to be some all-knowing god who gets bored with his own boredom. No… I’ll study normally. At least I’ll try not to cross every line. But at the same time…” his smile widened, “…I’m going to get the maximum pleasure out of my power.”

With that thought, John picked up his pace and finally reached the school.

Lunch break had just started. The schoolyard and hallways were noisy: students were running around, laughing, some eating sandwiches from home, others standing in line at the cafeteria. As soon as John entered the schoolyard, his best friend Kyle immediately ran up to him.

Kyle was a chubby seventeen-year-old guy with a round, friendly face, slightly messy brown hair, and a permanent smile. He wore an oversized Marvel t-shirt (Venom this time) and comfortable jeans. In his hands was a worn-out copy of the “Civil War” comic that he was clearly rereading for the tenth time.

“John! Dude, where the hell were you?!” Kyle exclaimed, a little out of breath. “I texted you, thought you were sick or something. First period was algebra, second was English — Mrs. Parker already asked about you. You okay?”

Kyle stopped in front of him, looking with genuine concern and slight curiosity. As always, he radiated positivity and a bit of nerdy enthusiasm.

John looked at his friend and felt a strange mix of emotions. On one hand — the usual friendship. On the other — the awareness of his power. He could change Kyle right now. Turn him into a tall jock, a submissive sissy whore, or whatever he wanted. But for now… for now he just smiled.

“Yeah, everything’s fine, Kyle. I just… got delayed on the way,” John replied with a shrug.

Kyle laughed and slapped him on the shoulder.

“You’re such a skipper! Alright, let’s go to the cafeteria. They’re supposed to have pizza today. And I’ll tell you what happened in the new comic — it’s insane!”

John and Kyle headed to the school cafeteria. The line wasn’t too long, and they quickly grabbed slices of pizza, fries, and cans of cola. They sat down at a free table in the corner. Kyle, as usual, chattered excitedly about the latest Marvel comics, waving his hands and nearly knocking over his tray. John ate quickly, almost mechanically. His mind was occupied with completely different thoughts. Power. Possibilities. School now seemed like one giant playground to him.

When they were almost finished eating, a group of school jocks approached their table — five big football players led by the team captain, Jay. As usual, they started their regular bullying.

“Oh, look, the fatass and his invisible buddy are eating together again,” Jay laughed, shoving Kyle’s shoulder so hard he nearly spilled his cola. “What, sucking on your comics again? Maybe you should sit with the girls from the library, they’d probably be happier to see you, and the company would suit you fags perfectly.”

The others laughed. One of them already reached out to knock Kyle’s tray over. John calmly looked at them, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and snapped his fingers under the table.

The air around the five jocks flickered slightly.

In the same second, their behavior changed sharply. Jay, who had just been grinning aggressively, suddenly smiled shyly and exchanged glances with the guy next to him. Their looks became completely different — hungry and interested.

“Alright, guys… we should probably head to the locker room,” Jay suddenly said in a slightly higher voice, blushing. “We have… practice.”

The other four nodded in agreement, clearly aroused. They quickly turned around and practically ran toward the gym, pressing tightly against each other on the way. One of them openly put his hand on his teammate’s ass.

A murmur ran through the cafeteria. Some laughed, some pulled out their phones. Now everyone knew — or rather, suddenly “remembered” — that the entire football team loved having gangbangs in the locker room after practice. They openly fucked each other, sucked dick, and didn’t hide it. Kyle let out a heavy breath.

“Phew, they backed off quick this time. I was already afraid they’d drag me to the locker room again,” he said sadly.

Then a new memory hit John: the jocks now often dragged Kyle to the locker room with them and fucked him. “Shit,” John thought bitterly. That wasn’t what he had intended. He’d have to be more careful with his wishes or phrase them better, or he might end up ruining Kyle’s life — or his own.

After lunch they headed to history class. The history classroom was on the second floor. John deliberately sat at the very last desk by the window — it was a good spot to observe the whole class. Kyle plopped down next to him.

The teacher was already standing at the board. Mrs. Watanabe — a 50-year-old Japanese woman, third-generation immigrant in the US. She tried hard to look as “American” as possible: dark hair pulled into a strict bun, almost no makeup, simple thin-framed glasses, and a severe gray business suit that didn’t suit her short, slightly plump figure at all. Narrow eyes, flat face, thin lips, and noticeable wrinkles made her quite unattractive. However, she was incredibly smart, demanding, and strict — students both respected and feared her.

“So, today we continue with the World War II topic,” she began in a steady, slightly dry voice, adjusting her glasses. “Open your textbooks to page 214.”

John opened his textbook to the right page and tried to focus. The text was about the beginning of World War II, the attack on Pearl Harbor, and the United States entering the conflict. The words were a bit blurry — after everything that had happened that morning, his head was nowhere near history.

About twenty minutes passed. Mrs. Rosemary Watanabe, as always strict and composed, tapped her pointer on the desk.

"Close your textbooks," she said in a flat, no-argument tone. "There will be a short test now. Thirty questions. And, by tradition, one student will answer orally."

The class groaned. The teacher took a small slip of paper with names and drew one without looking.

"John. To the board."

John let out a heavy sigh, stood up, and walked to the board. His classmates started quickly writing the test while Mrs. Watanabe turned to him, adjusting her glasses.

"Let's begin. Detailed answers, please. First: the reasons why Japan decided to attack Pearl Harbor."

John answered. Then the second, the third… He handled the first questions quite confidently. But Watanabe, as usual, made them harder.

"Explain in detail the strategic importance of the Battle of Midway and its impact on the course of the war in the Pacific."

John started answering but stumbled. He remembered it was an important American victory, but the details — the turning point, codes, aircraft carriers — had flown out of his head. He mumbled for a few seconds.

"Next. Explain what Lend-Lease was and its significance for the Soviet Union."

Here John got confused again. He knew it was a program to help the allies, but the specific numbers, volumes, and political nuances escaped him.

He answered a few more questions, but with less and less confidence each time. In the end, Mrs. Watanabe raised her hand, stopping him.

"Enough. You answered eight out of ten questions. The quality is average, with noticeable gaps in key moments."

She took a red pen and marked the grade in her journal: C.

John stared at the letter like it was a ghost. In the American system, it was a solid C — a passing grade, but very mediocre. For him, who had always been somewhere between B and A, it was a real shock.

"C?!" he muttered quietly.

Mrs. Watanabe raised an eyebrow, looking at him over her glasses with a cold, slightly disappointed gaze.

"Yes, Mr. John. C. If you had prepared better instead of… getting distracted in the mornings, the result could have been higher. Sit down."

John looked at Mrs. Watanabe with righteous indignation.

"But Mrs. Watanabe, this is unfair! I answered eight questions..."

"John!" the teacher interrupted him sternly and stood up sharply from her desk. Despite her short height — she barely reached John’s chest — she somehow managed to look down at him, full of authority. "You answered mediocrely! No connections, no data or dates! Sit down, unless you want me to lower the grade even more!"

ohn drilled her with a heavy stare for a couple more seconds, but eventually nodded and returned to his seat at the back desk. Kyle gave him a sympathetic look and whispered:

"She was harsh today…"

John nodded silently, but inside him a completely different feeling was already boiling. He loved history, but Mrs. Watanabe pissed him off with her primness, nitpicking, and blatant unfairness. What annoyed him most was that she forgave everything to her own son Zach and never gave him below a B. That bitch just loved fucking with him personally.

John slowly nodded to himself, hiding his hand under the desk.

Snap.

In the same second, changes began happening to Mrs. Rosemary Watanabe.

Her strict gray business suit suddenly started shrinking and lightening. The fabric turned bright pink, shortened, and transformed into an extremely revealing Japanese gyaru schoolgirl outfit: a very short pleated plaid skirt that barely covered the bottom of her ass, a white blouse tied in a knot high under her breasts, and a bright pink bow tie. Instead of strict shoes, white thigh-high socks and pink platform heels appeared on her legs.

The teacher’s body changed most spectacularly. Her skin quickly darkened, acquiring a deep, shiny tan. Wrinkles smoothed out, her face became more doll-like. Her lips plumped up massively and were coated in bright pink glossy lip gloss. Her eyes remained narrow but now had a playful, ditzy sparkle. Her hair came loose, dyed a bright blonde with pink streaks, and styled into two high pigtails with ribbons.

Her chest exploded in size — from practically flat it turned into massive 38G huge round breasts that heaved heavily and barely fit in the tied blouse, threatening to spill out with every movement. Her waist stayed slim, while her hips and ass expanded dramatically — an incredibly huge, round, bouncy gyaru ass that completely popped out from under the short skirt, jiggling with the slightest motion.

Mrs. Watanabe blinked several times, her facial expression turning dumb and playful.

“Uuuuh… class?” she said in a high, whiny voice with a very strong Japanese accent. “Watanabe-san… I mean, me… mmm… today very-very want check test, but...”

She tried to continue, but the words got jumbled:

“John-kun answered… bad-bad! No dates, no smart words! Only… uuuuh… eight? That little-little! I give… C! But…”

She leaned forward to look at the journal, and her massive 38G tits practically spilled completely out of her blouse, swinging in front of the whole class. Her tiny skirt rode up, fully exposing her huge tanned ass and the thin pink thong string disappearing between her cheeks.

The class didn’t even react to it. Only a couple of guys giggled at Watanabe. In his new memories, John saw that they often teased her themselves.

The new gyaru-Watanabe giggled stupidly, scratching the back of her head and swaying her hips.

“Ooh~ I completely forgot what to say… English so hard today! John-kun, you come after lessons, I… mmm… personally check your knowledge, yes?” She winked at him and playfully bit her lower lip.

The lesson continued in a light atmosphere of surprise, but no one in the class was particularly panicking — the new memories had already adjusted to reality.

Yuki Watanabe (formerly Rosemary) stood at the board, smiling dumbly and swaying her hips. Her enormous 38G tits kept spilling out of the knotted blouse, and she lazily stuffed them back in, not embarrassed at all. The short plaid skirt barely covered her massive, round tanned ass, which jiggled with every little movement.

“So, class! Today we study… uuuuh… Second World War, yes?” she began, struggling to find words with an extremely heavy Japanese accent. “Means, in 1939 year… or 1941? Ooh, no matter! Germany attacked on… on this… how it called… Harbor-Pearl! No, wait… Harbor-Pearl is Korea attack, yes? Ooh~ I all confused! And this have relation to that handsome David Harbor?”

She giggled, scratching her head with one of her pink pigtails, causing her tits to dangerously bounce again.

“Anyway, bad uncles started fighting, then America got angry and beat everyone! Bam-bam, atomic bomb and all that. And there was this… Hitler-kun, who very-very bad. He no like Jews and… uuuuh… communists? Or that Roosevelt-kun?”

The class quietly chuckled. Some were filming her on their phones. Yuki didn’t notice at all and continued spouting complete nonsense, mixing up dates, countries, and events:

“And then was big battle for… Midi-kay? Or that Midway festival? There Americans beat Japanese because they had big… big… uuuuh… cocks! Yes! And lend-lease is when America gave everyone free gifts and toys and anime so no one fight. Very nice of them, right?”

She turned to the board to write something, but instead just drew a heart and her name “Yuki♡” in big pink letters. While doing so she bent over so far that her entire huge ass was on full display to the class. The thin pink thong was buried deep between her cheeks.

John sat at the back desk receiving new memories. Now he knew for sure: Yuki Watanabe had moved to the US as a child with her parents. She never properly learned English, constantly mixing up words and grammar. But thanks to government programs for minority rights and “tolerance,” it was impossible to fire her. The school district was **** to keep her as a history teacher despite her total incompetence. Parents complained from time to time, but it always ended in nothing.

The bell finally rang. Students started packing up.

“Wait-wait!” Yuki shouted, waving her arms. “Homework: read… uuuuh… about war! And draw pretty poster!”

When the class was almost empty, Yuki turned to John. Her dumb little face spread into a playful smile. She walked over to his desk, swinging her huge ass heavily, and leaned forward so that her giant tits practically lay on his desk.

“John-kun~” she drawled in a whiny voice with a heavy accent. “You stay after lessons, yes? I… mmm… must personally check your knowledge. You answered bad-bad today. I cannot give higher than C if you not… how to say… not do extra work for teacher, yes?”

She bit her plump lower lip and playfully ran a finger along his arm, looking at him with big, stupid, horny eyes.

“We can work together. Very-very close. You understand, John-kun?”

Yuki stood very close, leaning over John’s desk. Her massive 38G tits rested heavily on the table, nearly spilling out of the thin blouse, while her huge tanned ass seductively stuck out from under the short school skirt. The sweet perfume coming from her and the sight of this hypersexual body instantly made John’s cock rock hard — it strained in his pants, forming a very noticeable bulge.

Yuki noticed it right away. Her eyes lit up with a dumb, horny sparkle. She giggled cutely and reached out, placing her small hand directly on his crotch.

“Ooh~ John-kun’s cock getting hard?” she smiled, running her fingers along the stiff bulge. “It became very-very big… Show me! Show teacher your cock, John-kun! Please-please~”

Her voice was whiny and full of strong Japanese accent, but dripping with impatience. She deftly unzipped his pants and started pulling them down along with his underwear.

John couldn’t hold back. He lifted his hips slightly and yanked his pants down to his knees, fully exposing his hard, throbbing cock. It sprang out sharply, standing straight up right in front of the new gyaru teacher’s face.

Yuki froze for a second, staring at it with genuine love and admiration. Her plump pink lips parted, and her eyes grew big and shiny.

“Waaaaah~” she drawled in delight. “So beautiful… John-kun has such big and strong cock… Teacher Yuki likes it very-very much!”

She immediately wrapped her warm little hand around it and started gently stroking. Her fingers with bright pink manicure slowly slid up and down the shaft — first lightly, almost teasing, then tighter. With her other hand she lovingly cupped his balls, gently massaging them.

“Mmm… so hot… so hard…” Yuki purred, never taking her eyes off his cock. She leaned even lower, and her enormous tits rested on his thighs. “Teacher will take very good care of you, John-kun. You answered bad-bad in class… so now you must give Yuki… how to say… extra lesson, yes?”

She sped up her hand movements, jerking his cock more confidently. The head was already glistening with precum, which she spread with her fingers. Yuki tilted her head to the side, her pink pigtails swinging, and playfully blew on the head while continuing to caress him with both hands.

Yuki didn’t wait for permission. With a dumb, horny smile on her plump pink lips, she simply leaned down lower, her pink pigtails swinging, and pressed her face against John’s cock without a word.

“Mmm~” she moaned sweetly and immediately stuck out her wet, hot tongue.

First she ran it all over the head — slowly, from the base to the tip, collecting the clear precum. Her tongue was soft and very active. She licked the head in circles like it was a tasty lollipop, leaving a shiny trail of saliva. Then Yuki parted her plump gyaru lips and gently wrapped them around just the head, starting to suck it slowly.

“Chmok… shhlup… mmmh~” loud, wet sounds echoed in the empty classroom.

She sucked the head deep and greedily, hollowing her cheeks, while her tongue inside her mouth kept actively swirling and massaging the sensitive frenulum. Her massive 38G tits rested heavily on John’s thighs, softly pressing against him as she worked with her mouth. Her short skirt was completely hiked up, and her incredibly huge tanned ass stuck up in the air, jiggling with every movement of her head.

John couldn’t hold back. A loud, drawn-out moan escaped his throat:

“Aaaaahhh… fuuuuck…”

Yuki giggled happily without releasing the head from her mouth. The vibration from her laugh traveled straight through his cock, making John moan even louder. She started moving her head a bit faster, taking the head deeper, sometimes pulling it out with a loud “pop!” to lick the entire length of the shaft with her tongue, then greedily sucking it back in.

“John-kun… so tasty…” she mumbled between sloppy kisses, heavily accenting the words. “I very-very love big cock… chmok… shhlup… mmmf~”

She worked with the real enthusiasm of a dumb gyaru: loudly slurping, drooling, with saliva running down the shaft and dripping onto her own huge tits. Sometimes she pulled back to look up at him with her narrow, horny eyes and playfully slapped the head against her plump lips, smearing saliva and precum all over her face.

John leaned back against the desk, gripping the edge tightly with both hands. His moans grew louder and more ****:

“Ohhh… Mrs. Watanabe… fuck, that feels so good…”

She purred contentedly and took the head deep into her mouth again, working her tongue energetically and sucking lightly, clearly enjoying every second and every moan from her student.

Yuki completely gave herself over to the process. She greedily swallowed John’s cock deeper, her plump pink lips tightly wrapped around the shaft, sliding lower and lower. Loud, wet slurping sounds filled the empty classroom:

“Shhlup… mmmf… chmok-chmok… glk!”

She actively bobbed her head up and down, trying to take him as deep as possible each time. Saliva flowed abundantly down the shaft, dripping onto her massive 38G tits and running down her chin. Her tongue never stopped — it furiously swirled around the head, massaged the frenulum, and licked along the veins underneath.

“Mmmf~ John-kun… so big… so tasty…” she moaned incoherently with his cock in her mouth, her narrow eyes looking up with dumb adoration.

Yuki would speed up, quickly and greedily swallowing almost halfway down the shaft, then slow down to suck sweetly and for a long time on just the head, loudly smacking and leaving long strings of saliva. She even slightly twisted her head side to side, as if trying to lick every millimeter. Her huge tanned ass stuck high in the air the whole time, jiggling in rhythm with her head movements, the pink thong completely disappeared between her cheeks.

John was already moaning out loud, gripping one of her pink pigtails with his hand. The gyaru teacher just purred happily in response and tried to take him even deeper, her throat gently squeezing around the head. A small puddle of saliva had already formed on the floor under the desk.

Suddenly there was a loud knock on the classroom door.

“Mrs. Watanabe? Are you here? I need to pick up my homework notebook!” came a worried female voice from the hallway, followed almost immediately by a frightened scream: “A-aaa?! What’s going on here?!”

John jerked sharply in surprise. In a panic he yanked his wet, saliva-covered cock out of Yuki’s mouth. A loud, wet “pop!” rang out. A thick string of saliva still stretched from her plump lips to the head of his cock.

Yuki blinked in surprise, drool running down her chin, a dumb, confused expression frozen on her face. John turned to the door in horror, his heart pounding, pants down to his knees, and his hard cock sticking out, wet and throbbing.