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"Ooooh. Yea right there." Jason whispers while in a state of pure relaxation.

A subtle squeaking noise fills the air from Jason sinking into the leather cushions. What use to be the seat where one of his authority figures sit is now a throne from which the boy rules. A smile rests on his face as he reflects on everything his magical earrings have done for him over the past couple of days.

"Is this pressure to your liking, Principal Anderson?" a woman asks with genuine concern.

Jason is currently residing in the principal's office of his high school. The 18 year old senior is lounging in a large, black leather office chair. He's resting his bare feet up on the desk located toward the back of the room. His eyes close in response to the relaxing sensation of Mrs. Castle, the former principal, rubbing his foot.

"That's perfect, Mrs. Castle. Keep it up and I'll let you take my used socks home with you." he replies.

Mrs. Castle giggles which causes her fingers to slip over his skin, accidentally tickling the foot in her grasp. Jason slightly flinches from the sensation, opening his eyes to see the older woman servicing him. He can only see the upper half of her body because she is seated in the guest chair across the desk. However, the sight of his one time superior wearing nothing but a black micro bikini top increases his pleasure.

"Excuse me, Principal Anderson." A new feminine voice catches Jason's attention.

In the office's doorway stands Stacy, Jason's Step-Mother, who is about 90% naked. Her chest is bare except for a pair of pasties covering her nipples. The one on her right breast is yellow and the left's is blue. Both of them hold a mini propeller that slightly sticks out in front of her. Each has two wings, one blue and the other yellow.

Stacy's bottom half is only clothed by an extremely thin, white, thong. Her plump ass cheeks devour the string of fabric, making her look completely naked when viewing the woman from behind. In the front lies a square cloth hanging from the waist band. The small patch barely conceals her otherwise exposed pussy.

"Hey, Baby. Come tell me what's on your mind." Jason calls out and motions for her to approach.

Stacy walks through the room, paying no mind to Mrs. Castle. She goes around the desk and squats down, her head's now level with Jason's laid back torso. She lifts one of her hands and gently rests it over his crotch.

"I'm just letting you know 5th period's coming up, sir. You wanted me to remind you about a matter from Friday."

While speaking, Stacy begins to rub Jason's cock through his cotton shorts. She feels him grow hard and wraps her fingers around the forming erection. Jason throws his head back and sighs in pleasure.

Suddenly, the sound of a bell ringing fills the room.

"Perfect timing. C'mon Mrs. Castle, we're going to the west wing-hall bathrooms." He says

Mrs. Castle releases his foot and pushes her chair out to free herself. Jason lowers his feet to the ground and slides them into a pair of sandals. Then he stands up, shoving Stacy aside as he does so, and walks around the desk. He finds his former principal on all fours, patiently waiting for him to mount her. The bottom half of her outfit is now revealed to be nothing more than a butt plug which sports a long dog tail.

"That's a good girl." Jason says as he sits down on the older woman's back. It looks as if he's riding a saddled horse.

The boy looks to his left where Stacy stands, gazing down upon them. Her nipple pasties's propellors slowly spin from the momentum of standing up.

A few days ago, Jason only knew his Step-Mother as the bitch who thought marrying his father gave her the right to boss him around. Now the woman stands before him dressed in a ridiculous outfit, if you can even call it that, looking like she belongs in some kind of sexual circus.

Jason stares at the propellors spinning on Stacy's chest in amusement. After a moment, he looks up to make eye contact. He clears his throat and begins speaking in a confident and somewhat cocky tone .

"I'm off to do a maintenance check on the new living toilet. Your in charge of disciplining any students sent to my office while I'm gone. If I don't see you later, just meet me at home. I'd have you wait up but Dad needs to be walked around the back yard. I don't think he'll be able to hold it if no one gets back right after school."

Stacy listens with a soft smile on her face. She holds her hands together, keeping them on top of the thong's square cloth. Her straightened out arms push her tits together from each side. They start to jiggle as she responds.

"Yes, sir. I love it when you put me in charge of discipline. Just knowing there's a chance I'll get to have a student lick my anus fills me with joy. Don't worry about your father either. I'll take him out first thing when I get home. It'll also be good for him to get some exercise after sitting in a cage all day."

Jason chuckles as she finishes her last sentence. Hearing this grown woman talk about these obscene tasks in such a casual and somewhat professional manner is still bizarre to him.

"Yea, I'm sure he'll appreciate the chance to stretch."

He knows he has the ability to change the world in ways that are more charitable than twisting those around him with his juvenile sense of humor. However, the power trip he's on is too great for caring about humanity. In fact, the only thing on the god-like teenager's mind is the outright comedic conversation he's partaking in. Jason's having so much fun having his rather stupid demands met that he decides to step it up a notch.

"Oh, and I've got one more thing since I'm probably gonna end up getting a ride from someone else. I think it'd be funny if you dunked your head in a toilet a couple of times before I get home. I want your head to still be wet by the time I arrive. So wait for a text saying I'm on my way. Then head to a bathroom for some good, deep, dunking. Your face should touch the bottom of the bowl. Also, don't forget your hair. Make sure all of it gets soaked."

There's no evidence of disgust, shock, or any sign of disapproval coming from Stacy. On the contrary, Jason sees his Step-Mother's lips bend ever so slightly into a feint smile. Her smirk slowly grows wider and eventually becomes a full smile. Then suddenly, like a cracked dam, the woman's mouth is busted open by a flood of giggles.

Immediately after losing her composure, she fights to **** her face back into its previously calm position.

"Yes, sir. If thats what you want, I will carry out your wish." is all she can get out before her laughter returns.

Stacy quickly brings a hand up to shield her mouth. It appears that the gesture is an effort to be polite. Apparently, she still feels the need to display proper etiquette. The notion seems idiotic considering she's standing in public with her breasts out and what looks like a toddler's hat from an old cartoon stuck to each of her nipples.

Jason joins in and starts chuckling from his seat on top of Mrs. Castle's back. Feeling the mood has shifted, he decides to let Stacy take a break from her employee mode.

"It's alright, go ahead and let it out. We can pause the boss and secretary act for now. That was too good to stay serious. I don't blame you for not keeping it together. Let's just talk like we're home for a little."

The giggling continues to fill the room while Stacy tries to get a hold of herself. After a few seconds, she feels in control enough to speak. However, laughter occasionally creeps in between her words.

"Thank you, Jason. There's no way I could stay calm after that! -Hehe- The toilet? -Ha!- You always know how to crack me up. I'm picturing it now. A grown woman like me, on the floor, shoving my head in a toilet just because a boy young enough to be my son thought it'd look funny! -Ahaha!-"

Receiving her Step-Son's persimmon to speak openly has completely transformed Stacy's behavior. The woman's two, vastly different, personalities were formed by Jason over the previous weekend.

It's now normal for Stacy to be his meek, quiet, and overly polite secretary during school hours. When school's done for the day, her other personality takes over when she gets in the car. Her home (outside of school) persona is a loud mouth who's lively, out going, and energetic. Jason has also shaped her interests, sense of humor, and vocabulary to be just as crude and juvenile as his.

"Do you think I should give it a flush or two? It does seem to make sense since I'll be diving face first into toilet water like a nerd getting a swirly! -Ahahahaha!- Oh man. Thats gonna be one funny video! We HAVE to send it to the family group chat! My Mom's gonna lose it!"

Jason's laughing intensifies to match Stacy's. Now it's his turn to fight for his composure. He forcefully grabs a fist full of Mrs. Castle's hair and pulls her head back. The woman's been dutifully supporting Jason's weight this whole time without a single complaint. Even with her head trapped in this new position, she remains silent. The only sign of discomfort is the strained look on her face. Jason, doesn't see it but wouldn't care if he did. He's too amused by Stacy's enthusiasm.

"You know what? That's not a bad idea! While we're at it, I want you to make a lot of noise when your under."

Jason's comment sends them into a recharged fit of laughter. After several moments of cackling, the two of them finally calm down and wipe the tears from their eyes. Jason looks at the clock on the wall and realizes the whole period has gone. The bell would ring any minute.

"Alright, this is fun but I really need to check on the living toilet. Do me a favor and send me on my way."

A knowing smirk spreads across Stacy's face. Without saying a word, she bends down at the hip and forcefully swats a hand across Mrs. Castle's bare ass cheek. She yelps and starts to crawl to the exit.

Jason looks back to see Stacy watching him with adoration as he rides Mrs. Castle into the hall.

"See you at home, Plunger Face!" he yells out at her.

That sets off Stacy's final fit of laughter. She slaps the air in his direction as a fake attempt at looking offended.

"That was mean, Jason! But it's a good one! -Hehe- Plunger Face! -HA!- You are one clever boy!" She hollers back.

Instead of responding, Jason simply turns to look in front of him. He starts to wonder what is waiting for him at the end of this cross-school principal ride.

The bell rings a moment after the two began their journey. Jason feels pride and arrogance swell in his chest as herds of people begin filling the hallways. Nobody seems phased by Jason even though he's proudly riding a near naked woman like a horse.

More evidence of the earrings' magic is made visible by the demographic scurrying to their destinations. Jason's school is now exclusive to seniors who are 18 years old.

Another change he made is the dress code he's imposed on both students and staff.

All females are dressed in nothing but a pair of black booty shorts too small to cover the bottom of their asses. Their top halves are bare expect for red, heart shaped, nipple pasties. Not one other piece of clothing can be seen. Even shoes or socks are absent. Every woman is going around bare foot.

The males are all dressed in woman's underwear. A light pink D-cup bra is strapped onto each of their chests. Looking down, there's a matching pair of panties wrapping around their crotches. All of them are a size too small and riding up their butt cracks, constantly giving them wedgies. Unlike the girls, they do have footwear. Black high heels click against the floor tile as they walk about.

"Heel girl! Thats far enough." Jason says while pulling on Mrs. Castle's hair. The woman stops at his destination.

The next period had already started during their journey across school. The halls are once again empty as Jason and his former principal face the door to the West-Wing's women's bathroom.

Jason lifts himself up off his trusty steed. Then he pushes the door and holds it open while looking down at a patiently waiting Mrs. Castle. The once intimidating authority figure is still on the ground, looking up at him with adoring eyes as she awaits his next command.

"Come on, Mrs. Castle. We've got work to do. Let's start by making sure our school's living toilet is functioning."

The older crawls ahead of him. After she enters the bathroom, Jason follows. He lets go of the door and it swings closed behind him.