They want to make you their waifu!

You step inside the classroom where Greta told you to meet her for anime club and see a group of five bimbois surrounding her like cannibals lined around a pot. She sees you and her eyes light up so bright you can see the excitement through her coke bottle lens glasses. Looking closer, you realize they are made from actual coke bottles and you wonder if her outfit might be more depraved cosplay than dress code.

"Amy! You made it! Awesome! So, as the newest member of anime club, I am the group waifu. You probably recognized my 'Annabelle Texas' from 'America High: Dragon's die in darkness (Blood tears cried at dawn)' cosplay. We were hoping you would be the waifu with me today, and if you like it, you can join too!" Greta grabs you and leads you closer to the gaggle of geeks, who eye you with a look of apprehension mixed with arousal.

"But...she's got a 'Bad Bimboi' badge! She's gonna bully us!" A ginger geek that's just a head taller than a leprechaun cries out and you hear muffled murmurs of agreement. It's only now that you notice the bright blue 'B' emblazoned on your blouse. You must have seen it when you put it on, but you guess you figured it just stood for 'Bimboi' and paid it no mind. Now that you are officially recognized as a 'Bad Bimboi', it explains why most students seem to avoid you, and why the delinquents want to pick on you in a pack, rather than risk it one on one.

Now in the unenviable position of placating a pack of poindexters so they will give you the dubious honor of being their waifu, you once again have to remind yourself that if being a better person and trying to fix your mistakes was easy, then everyone would do it. "Relax, guys. I'm not a bully. I made some terrible choices and infected some bois, but you don't have to worry about that anymore, right?"

A dweeb with D cups and dark hair steps forward and bravely stammers, "W-w-well if you aren't going to be a bad bimboi, then you have to follow the rules. Go to the closet and pick one of the cosplay outfits so we can get started." She immediately drops eye contact and retreats back behind her fellow fragile feebs. You wonder if these gorgeous geeks have looked in a mirror and seen how stunning they look? They all act like the same scared little church mice they were as bois. You wonder if you can help bring them out of their shells with a little magical girl charm.

You follow their bylaws and pop into the classroom's closet. It is teaming with an outrageous assortment of outfits from shows you've never heard of or seldom seen. You assume they will want you to stay in character, but you have no idea who any of these characters are. You like anime as much as the next shy shut in, but this is some seriously obscure canon. Then, you see an outfit you recognize!

You strip down naked and take out your plug, just in case they complain about the accuracy of your accessories. Luckily, Pirate Jenny of Hidden Piece, not only has piercings in both the manga and anime adaptations, she also hides a hidden pistol in her panties to boot. The outfit is a garish pirate coat cut high to offer plenty of opportunity for panty shots, and worn open so your bare breasts can be just barely covered by twin bandoleras. Your 'skirt' is the tattered skull and crossbones flag and your thigh high pirate boots give an imposing illicit image of a girl that's not to be fucked with. Your trademark patchwork panties, however, are a reminder that Jenny was basically **** bait in the series and her panties got ripped off so often that she was always having her cabin boi, Lucky, sew them up for her. You suppose her inner strength and plucky bravado despite constant degradation is what always drew you to the character, and as you put on your pink pirate hat and heart shaped eye patch, you feel confident you can convey that in your cosplay.

"Oh nice! It's Kaizoku Jenī!" One of the blonde beta bimbois cries out and soon you are surrounded by swooning dweebettes. You can practically feel their eyes tickling your colon as they peer under your skirt and you feel a plethora of predatory pokes on your breasts and buttocks, the latter of which you are pretty sure aren't all from fingers. You know it's only a matter of time before they make a move, what with their whimpery wet wanting wheezes and eager eyes. "Pop quiz time! In Episode 506: The Long Hard Knight of ****, who is it that delivers the note to Mistress Psycho Kiss reveal-"

You pull the blonde bimboi into a kiss, answering her the way Pirate Jenny would while her friends fan themselves and push each other for a better view. You suspect this is the nerdette's first kiss, as she just keeps trying to pull her lips away and lick your tongue like they do in the japanese pornos. You can't believe it, it's too impossible to consider, but you finally have break the kiss to ask, "Are you all actually still virgins? You guys have super sexed up bodies and all look like super models in the ugly duckling outfit before you get the 'learning to be hot by combing your hair and wearing flattering clothes. How are you not at least fucking each other like all the fucking time?"

You immediately feel guilty as the geeks back up and get all flinchy. You didn't mean to sound so harsh, and now you are feeling like the Bad Bimboi your badge denotes. Finally, Greta explains, "Well, uhm...I think for some of us, we feel like we've been put behind the wheels of a Maserati without ever learning to ride a bike. Others are worried we'll turn gay. Others worry we will do it wrong and maybe hurt someone or get laughed at or...someone will point out we learned what little we know from watching porn. So the waifu role is about being a safe girl to look at, maybe touch, but nothing to heavy so we all stay safe...and straight."

You look over at the roomful of nodding nerds and realize you have a chance to actually make their lives better. You lift your leg onto a desk bent at the knee for a patented Pirate Jenny panty shot pose and pronounce, "Safe?! Who said love was ever supposed to be safe?! Sex isn't even safe! It's sailing a ship into a violent storm that wants to swallow you up! Sure you might get dashed on the hard rocks of failure! But your crew will pick you up again and there will always be another storm! You don't learn how to sail by being safe! You learn the same way you learn how to fuck: do it badly, but do it often, and some day you'll find the storm that sails towards you!"

"That's the speech from Episode 408: Can Love Blossom on a Battlefield! Pirate Jenny gives it to MadaMMPH MMMM SHLLP" the blonde bimboi is interrupted again, this time by Greta who holds her tight and doesn't stop kissing her until they both get it right. From the looks of things, they will both need a lot more practice, but neither of them seems to mind putting in the work, and the rest of the club watches and whimpers as their Club Waifu becomes a lot more hands on.

You get their attention back to you by wolf whistling and asking, "So which of you land lubbers wants to sail into my storm?" Four pairs of fumbling hands answer affirmatively, groping your bare breasts and pulling off your patchwork panties. One or two might have even watched a kissing tutorial on youtube, because a few of the kisses are downright succulent, scattered between the plaintive pecks and porntastic tongue plungers not withstanding. Thankfully, shove cock in hole isn't too complicated even for a beginner's class like this, and what they lack in experience, they make up for with brevity.

You are covered in cum within minutes as the nerds nut upon first sliding their shuddering shafts past your plump cheeks or throbbing and tentatively touching your titties and unleashing a torrent. Despite their embarrassment at being such premature pests, your constant coos of encouragement, plus the fact that the sheen of their seed on your skin making the cosplay that much more accurate, makes them willing to band together after their shipwreck and try again!

"Fuck! You NNGH nerds OOH learn NNF fast!" Your encouragement is genuine this time, as after getting a second wind, they manage to plunge their pricks in both of your hungry holes and pound away at you for a lot longer. Meanwhile their friends line up behind them and form a chain at each end fucking the ass arched alluringly in front of them. No one seems worried about being gay anymore, not after cumming so hard on a cock they cry out in kanji. They might not be able to find a literal translation for what they are now, but some things are beyond words.

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

You hear a buzzer blaring, signaling the end of the session and sending everyone shooting deep inside the person in front of them. You explode in a fountain of filthy bliss, christening the club as honorary crew member of the Heading Happy and grabbing Greta to give her a hungry kiss that she just barely survives before you swallow her whole. She beams beautifully and whispers, "Thank you so much! I had the biggest crush on Fiona but couldn't get her to do anything for weeks but stare at me because she thought it was gay! Now that I fucked the cum out of her, she wants to be my girlfriend!"

You smile and feel a pang of pride and a weight lifted, and then you wonder what Greta meant about weeks. How long were you out before you woke up in the guidance counselor's office? You wonder how long you've been at the SJC, and if there is anyone out there that is even bothering to look for you?