Dodgeball

Stella bounced a dodge ball up and down in her hand. "Please look at my tits, Thanks for not picking me to wear a hood Michael. I'm not sure I could stand it for a week."

You pick up your own dodgeball and sling it under your arm. "Yeah well I figured it'd go against your nudist values, ya know? But I know what you mean. It's only been a day and the girls in hoods are already becoming pretty submissive." You bring out a coin. "Heads or tails?"

"Please look at my tits, Tails. Yeah it's actually kind of scary how the other girls are kind of abusive to the person they're in charge of. It's like they see them as a burden or something. I couldn't imagine treating Lacey like that." She watches the coin fall to the ground. "Looks like you pick first."

You look out at the line of girls against the gym wall. Half of them hooded up, and the other half fully compos mentis. All of them wearing the boring old gym clothes you took way from the gymnastics team. "Well I have to pick my favorite Dreamie Lacey." You walk over to the wall, and grab the shortie's leash and pull her to your side of the court.

"Donesha." Stella points at a student who is far too athletic to be in regular gym class.

"Hmm." You cup your chin. "Becca." You pull another hooded girl to your side, and another and another, and by the end of the draft pick you somehow didn't get a single girl who could see, hear or even knew what time of day it was.

"Please look at my tits, are you familiar with the term 'mollywop', Michael?"

You smile at her and line your players up on their side of the court. You then get low, and do a few stretches. "I think I can carry my team just fine thank you."

The coach blows the whistle and Stella's dodge ball team runs forward to the middle of the court to collect ammunition. You run forward too, but Donesha gets there before you. She cocks her arm back and despite never doing a thing to her, she nails you right in the face. The **** lifts you off your feet and sends you flying to the back of the court out of bounds.

"Nice arm." You grunt.

At least once you're down you have a good sight of the slaughter that follows. Your team probably doesn't even know they're in gym class until the balls start pelting them. They let out helpless shrieks, and yelps as rubber meets flesh. They stumble over themselves and dance around helpless under the bombardment. Honest it's a pretty crude, but you can't stop yourself from watching. This goes on until they're all knocked on their butts, or kneeling, and only Lacey stands up, oblivious to the rubber atrocity happening around her.

You look over to Stella's free bouncing breasts as they wobble with action. Her entire team is frozen to inaction as Lacey stands in front of them like a **** little lamb.

Only one girl Kim McGrathy is brave enough to step forward. She slings the ball at Lacey's head and the dreamie collapses like a rag doll. Her cute bow sneakers fly up in the air, and she lays on her back. Then a loud "Waaaaaah!" Fills the gym as she starts to cry.

The lucid gym members are torn between beating up Kim for hurting Lacey and rushing to help the crying girl. They split into even numbers with Stella leading the charge to take care of the dreamie.

Of course Lacey just feels a bunch of foreign hands start touching her, and patting her bad, and rubber her rubber covered head she she just whines louder and tries to inchworm away. It's Stella who finds the pacifier in Lacey's pocket, and stuffs it in her mouth.

She tries to spit it out several times, but Stella keeps pushing it back into her mouth. She has Lacey in her lap now and gently strokes her head, until eventually the young woman begins to murmur and suck on her pacy.

How cute.

Lacey has a Mama if Chad ever blows things.

Meanwhile the other members of your team are still sprawled around on the field like a bunch of worms. You chuckle. "Gotta take care of the baby." You begin to help your team mates to their feet and get things set up for round two. Gym isn't over yet.