Chapter 5
by 
melusinia
What's next?
Third period
Classical Lit was going to be a little quieter today without Natsuru's pretty bad reading to liven up the room, but otherwise it was same old. We filed in, took our seats, and greeted our literature teacher, Mizui-sensei.
Mizui-sensei's dress sense was as well-cut as ever, a dark khaki suit jacket and pants, almost skin-tone in the classroom lighting. Her attire accentuated her legs and hugged her form, both bust and waist, so tightly that you could practically see the form of her body beneath them, almost down to the minute curvatures and ridges... not that I'd ever fantasized about her, but I was sure plenty of the boys had.
"Is she absent?" she asked out loud, referring to Natsuru's empty seat.
I spoke up. "Natsuru has track."
"Ah."
And so, 3rd period passed by in a blink. Before any of us knew it, it was almost time for 4th, a free study period that would lead straight into our just-as-free lunch.
Even still, I couldn't escape the feeling of just another day at school, going through the motions. Starved for anything interesting, I flopped over my desk, gazing around for anything that could catch my attention at all. Out in the corridor, I spotted a man I didn't recognize passing through, but I didn't pay him any mind...
Classical Lit was going to be a little quieter today without Natsuru's pretty bad reading to liven up the room, but otherwise it was same old. We filed in, took our seats, and greeted our literature teacher, Mizui-sensei.
Mizui-sensei's dress sense was as well-cut as ever, a dark khaki suit jacket and pants, almost skin-tone in the classroom lighting. Her attire accentuated her legs and hugged her form, both bust and waist, so tightly that you could practically see the form of her body beneath them, almost down to the minute curvatures and ridges... not that I'd ever fantasized about her, but I was sure plenty of the boys had.
"Is she absent?" she asked out loud, referring to Natsuru's empty seat.
Before I could speak up, a stranger's voice answered. "Absent? You mean this girl? No she isn't!"
Both of us stopped as the indescript, completely nude man casually slammed the classroom door open, dragging the **** body of Natsuru in tow with him, her face covered by the same chloroform rag he'd used to knock out our teacher last period. "Sorry, had to rush to catch her. This bitch moves fast!"
"I'm aware; she's my daughter. Can I ask why she's ****?"
"Your daughter? Man, talk about lucky!" he responded, marching straight over to Mizui-sensei and promptly shoving Natsuru's face into hers, holding their heads together as if he was forcing the mother to kiss her **** daughter through the very rag that had disposed of her consciousness.
Soon enough, Mizui-sensei fell limp too, eyes rolling back in a stupor as both she and Natsuru slumped to the ground, solidly passed out.
For his part, the man had his hands on his hips, looking proud of his work. "That's a two-for-one deal right there! Parent and child." He examined Mizui-sensei in her almost unrealistically form-fitting suit that emphasized her bust...
...and then looked at Natsuru, before seemingly making his mind up on something. Reaching behind him, he pulled a pill out of seemingly nowhere before promptly feeding it into Mizui-sensei's mouth, tilting her head up to get her to swallow it.
Then he turned back to the still-**** tracksuit girl he'd yanked away from practice, rubbed his chin one last time, and concluded his business with the **** family by whipping out a tiny syringe, jabbing it in one of the daughter's plump rear cheek, then pulling away once it was empty and giving her a decisive slap on the ass.
For a moment, nothing happened. Then with a *poof*, Natsuru's knocked-out figure disappeared entirely, and in its place was...
...a body pillow with the image of Natsuru on it, exactly as I'd seen her five minutes ago when she was bounding out of the classroom. Well, slightly smaller, since she had to fit onto the full-size pillow cover, but there was a print of Natsuru faithfully rendered lying on her back, fully dressed in tracksuit pants and jersey, one leg tucked in a little, arms folded under her chest.
Not only that, but there was a conspicuous opening in the body pillow, right where the Natsuru print's crotch would be. Through it, just barely, you could see into the stuffing.
"Just a temporary transformation," he declared to no one in particular, though his gaze flicked my way. "The tracksuit girl'll be back to normal in an hour. In the meantime, hey, wake up."
He gave Mizui-sensei a few slaps on the face to rouse her, and once she groaned and began to stir, he stepped away. "Watch this, Akiko. Let the magic happen."
"Huh?" I wasn't sure what this had to do with me, but OK.
"Unngh..." With heavy motions, Mizui-sensei lifted herself off the floor and into a sitting position, then groggily stood up. "What on earth... oh!"
"You feel that, teach?" the man asked her. "Got something growing down there, perhaps?"
"Oh! Ngh!" She looked flustered in a way she'd never shown before in class, hands suddenly scrabbling at her belt before giving up and pulling down the fly on her khaki pants. Promptly, the front of her panties bulged out, strained, then out from one side sprang loose Mizui-sensei's all-new cock at full mast, far too big to imagine she could've ever been hiding it under her skin-tight formal apparel.
"What's wrong, teach?"
"The name...! Is Mizui...! I... I...!"
"You wanna fuck something real bad, huh? Wanna stick that cock straight in and never let go until you're done?"
Desperately, Mizui-sensei shot an irritated but acknowledging look at the man in reply, shuddering and quaking as the lust from her newfound implement raged through her.
"Don't wanna make a mess, right?"
More purely desperately now, she nodded, grasping onto the man's words as the only solution out of the predicament he'd nonchalantly put her in while she was passed out, though that latter part didn't seem to matter at all to her right now.
"You got a hole right there." He pointed to the floor, and Mizui-sensei's gaze followed, landing on... the body pillow-ified Natsuru.
Complete with the onahole cutout right over her crotch.
Reason seemed to have snapped completely inside Mizui-sensei, because she immediately scooped up the pillow with her daughter's lifelike figure printed on it and hugged it tight, cock stiff as a boulder against what once was the girl she'd given birth to.
"Oh, Natsuru! Natsuru! I couldn't do that to you, you're my daughter..." she sighed, fingers digging in around the pillow's sides as she unconsciously began to hump it. "My girl, I love you, I could never do this to you, you deserve..."
And then the tip of her cock slipped inside pillow-Natsuru's hole, and in front of the class, Mizui-sensei completely broke.
"OOGHH! P... pussy... my daughter... swallowing my cock..."
The last of her restraint letting go, she proceeded to pound like an animal at the stuffed pillow of her daughter, fucking into it as quickly and deeply as she could, pumping in and out of the crude hole made in Natsuru's image.
"I'm... I'm fucking my daughter! My own daughter, being **** by her mother! But it feels so good! Oh, it doesn't hurt, does it, Natsuru? It doesn't hurt, you're just a pillow, aren't you? You're not really Natsuru, you're just a pillow, aren't you? Yes, I'm just fucking the stuffing inside this pillow... that just happened to be my daughter!"
She began desperately justifying herself as she bounced the pillow up and down on her cock, shamelessly drooling and losing herself in her lust as she reamed the cotton sex doll of her daughter.
"Yes, that's right, it's fine, I'm just relieving myself! Masturbating using this pillow with the likeness of my daughter! I shouldn't feel guilty at all, not for this! M... My... Ooghhhh, my daughter's pussy feels so good! Good girl, Natsuru! Such a good fit for your mother's cock, there's a good girl!"
"Whoa, intense," the man muttered.
"No, how shameless of me, how shameless--UNGH! To debase myself by getting off with this filthy male implement! In class, while all my students all watch! Umph... as I act like a bull in heat towards my own daughter--oh, your stuffing feels too good, you're clinging to me--OH! My daughter! D-... daughter... pussy! NNNGHHHHH!!"
With a great heave, Mizui-sensei thrust as deep as she could inside Natsuru, which with her engorged length surely would've hurt if her daughter was human instead of a provocative pillow cover.
"Cumming, cum... cumming... in my daughter! Knocking my daughter's pillow pussy up...! Feels so good...!"
"There it is," the stranger grinned. He'd been rubbing his cock this whole time to the scene, apparently. "Oh, shit, I'm about to blow too..."
Mizui-sensei sighed with deep, guttural satisfaction as she let the pillow fall away from her and to the floor, landing with a simple *flump*. Her cumshots had been vigorous enough to stain the image of Natsuru from the inside - you could see the darker splotches seeping through in large strings, over her womb, all the way up her jerseyed chest, under her folded arms, and even as far as her face - a solid string of futa cumshot internally skewering her 2D form. Our teacher, for her part, didn't seem ashamed that she'd coated her own daughter in incestuous semen from the very inside, literally filling her upper body with her mother's cum.
With that, the man took his own turn on Natsuru's inanimate form, stroking himself off as he punched his cock straight into the pillow's slit, grunting with satisfaction as he unloaded in its stuffing, leaving his creampie inside the two-dimensional highschooler.
"Whew... man, that was good. Actually, really good. Hey, Mizui?"
Mizui-sensei was still checked out, overwhelmed from the joy of cumming with a male implement for the first time, and in her own daughter transformed into a crude sextoy, no less. Her dick was still stiff, and twitched occasionally as excess cum dripped from it, pole standing tall out of her suit pants and staining her crotch area with laces of off-white.
"Hey, teach! Woman who just fucked her own kid!"
"P... pussy...!" was the sole exhausted gasp he could get out of her.
"Woah, you're insatiable. Anyway, whaddaya think? Your kid's gonna untransform at the end of the period, so--"
"NO!" Mizui-sensei bolted straight up all of a sudden. "N--No, no... she's fine like this... she's fine just like this, as my pillow! For me to stick my own motherly cock into! I gave birth to her, so it's fine that she stays this way! I say so!"
"Uh, bad news, but even if I could leave her that way, your 'Grow A Dick And Get Taken Over By A Man's Lust' pill is also wearing off at the end of the period."
"Can't you give me just one more?"
"I'm not a charity here."
"Unbelievable..." She crawled over to where the pillow laid, the print of Natsuru staring up as static and unresponsive as ever with her service smile and seductive fully clothed posture, save for the gash in the throw that two dicks had emptied themselves into by this point. Unlike the living, human Natsuru, this facisimile didn't react at all to the loads she was filled with, nor make any wisecracks, nor struggle one inch - it was just a pillow, a thin linen cover that could be peeled off and replaced with some other kind of personalization.
Not that it really bothered us how one bad wash in the laundry could fuck up our classmate for good. We just watched as Mizui-sensei began humping the pillow again in front of us with her egregious futa cock, mindlessly exclaiming how good it felt as she did.
...
And so, 3rd period passed by in a blink. Before any of us knew it, it was almost time for 4th, a free study period that would lead straight into our just-as-free lunch.
Mizui-sensei collapsed just a minute before the bell, seemingly all spent, rolling off the ravaged body pillow. Her dick vanished too, leaving no trace that she'd experienced the joy of being a man for the first and last time, save for her open fly and the sheer amount of her XX-chromosomed sperm that made the pillow reek of her.
The stranger peeled Natsuru's throw off of the plain pillow underneath, then let it dangle from his hands before giving it a shake.
With another *poof*, Natsuru untransformed back into a human, fully dressed...
...though the moment she landed on her feet, she kind of crumpled and plopped to the floor in a rubbersuit-esque mess, only propped up by the clothes she was inside and by something vaguely sloshing about inside her, ensuring she didn't seem completely deflated. Still, she didn't seem to have anything inside her that would support her human structure anymore.
"Whoa!" she exclaimed, her voice still perfectly normal despite having lost her entire bodily integrity. "Damn, what the hell? I can't even move anything!"
"Yeah, I took your stuffing out," the man nonchalantly replied. "What, did you need it?"
"I mean, I was gonna do track, but... haha, I guess there's no shot of that if I'm a human-sized bag of air!"
"Hey, not quite. You're a living condom now. Can't you feel your own mother's cum sloshing about inside you?"
"Oh, for real? Is that what that is? Ew, gross!"
"What, you don't like it?"
"Man, I don't wanna get knocked up by Mom!"
"How are you gonna get knocked up without a womb?"
"...Touche," Natsuru the human-sized, human-shaped condom replied from the floor. "Still, man, this fuckin' sucks. Literally could've been any other girl..."
"Some people just want it all, huh?" The man scooped up the clothes-sized pile of Natsuru and tossed it at me like an underfilled water balloon.
"Hey, Akiko," Natsuru greeted me, though I couldn't tell from where. I picked up her by her hair and lifted her so I could see her face, which maintained just enough rigidity to be recognizable.
"Uh... hey."
The bell rang.
"Hey, 4th period," she grinned.
"Yeah. Uh, do you need help or..."
"Girl, I think I need a wheelchair and someone to push it. Just put me in your bag for now, I guess? I'll spook whoever passes you by."
"Sure..." I put her down and folded her into my bag as instructed, ignoring her frankly kind of lewd remarks as she draped over the books that a stranger had cum all over this morning. It wasn't my fault a man had entered our house without permission and used my bag as a semen toilet... though I supposed it was kind of appropriate that now Natsuru was in it, seeing as she'd been reduced from track ace to a sentient, living filled condom.
Were you meant to throw condoms in toilets? Maybe she should've been in the wastebin instead...
Even still, as I zipped my bag back up while the cum-filled skinsuit inside joked about turning out the lights, I couldn't escape the feeling of just another day at school, going through the motions. Starved for anything interesting, I flopped over my desk, gazing around for anything that could catch my attention at all. The naked man had just stripped off our still-KO'd literature teacher's clothes, leaving her bare naked, and now he was starting on a fellow female classmate by peeling down her knee-high socks and sniffing them as he did so, but I didn't pay her or him any mind...
Classical Lit was going to be a little quieter today without Natsuru's pretty bad reading to liven up the room, but otherwise it was same old. Everyone else filed in, took our seats, and greeted our literature teacher, Mizui-sensei. I was slowed down by having to follow behind the naked man on all fours after he'd told me to. Having just been ravaged by an hour of mutual masturbation while scissoring a fellow classmate, with my shoes full of his squishy gross cum and my tights thoroughly wet through from squirting so much in them, I was **** to admit that today might be kind of unusual.
I mean, it's not every day you promise your best friend you'll think about her confession. That was a bright spot in an otherwise mundane day. From inside the classroom, I heard someone mention her name - I guess nobody tipped the teacher off about her track practice.
Making my way in, my form as much a dog as a pantyhosed high-schooler, I looked up and noted that Mizui-sensei's dress sense was as well-cut as ever, a dark khaki suit jacket and pants, almost skin-tone in the classroom lighting. Her attire accentuated her legs and hugged her form, both bust and waist, so tightly that you could practically see the form of her body beneath them, almost down to the minute curvatures and ridges... not that I'd ever fantasized about her, but I was sure plenty of the boys had.
"Hey! Sorry to interrupt, but I've got a lesbian bitch here getting worked up over her gay best girlfriend, and I was wondering if any of you mind if she crawls around savoring guys' cocks under their desks for the period?"
The man's proclamation was met with a couple of shrugs.
"Well, you heard 'em, girl. If you wanna get so hung up about being gay, go swallow guys' dicks to make yourself happy. Nothing better to help a lesbian think than a male's cock!"
"I'm not--"
"Whoa, and no talking! Dogs don't talk."
...I supposed not. That made sense. I swallowed my words and set about crawling around the classroom, coming up to a male classmate's desk on my hands and knees.
Dutifully, he unzipped his pants and let his cock flop out of his boxers. Crawling under and closing in, I got to work savoring his dick, wrapping my tongue around it and swivelling about, no more than a female bitch in heat as I pumped his cock into my facehole, kept out of sight of the rest of the class between his spread legs as the teacher droned on.
In short order, I felt his cock spasm and empty his load down my throat. I could only imagine what this looked like from the side, a cumstained classmate who just moments ago had been confessed to by her best friend, now sucking off a random boy without a care. Removing myself from him and crawling back out, I heard his satisfied sigh while I moved on.
Out of the corner of my eye, I glimpsed the man grabbing our teacher's head to service himself with her own blowjobs as she attempted to continue delivering the lesson, her muffled speech totally unintelligible and punctuated by wet glucks from her throat as the man bobbed her serious face back and forth along his cocks, letting her active lips service his personal satisfaction instead of our education.
Whatever, I figured. I got to work on the next guy, crawling between his legs and drinking up the scent of his crotch, raging with teenage hormones, clearly a regular masturbator before he'd even brought his dick out for me to service.
...
And so, 3rd period passed by in a blink. Before any of us knew it, it was almost time for 4th, a free study period that would lead straight into our just-as-free lunch.
Even still, I was sensing the feeling sink back in of just another day at school, going through the motions. Lunch was a while off, and I still had a few guys to go as is. Starved for anything interesting, I flopped my head onto the cock of a boy in the back who'd already stroked himself off twice - the sight of a human-shaped female animal servicing her classmates in her ruined tights while a nude stranger made an endless cumdump out of our unperturbed teacher's facehole was too much for him to resist, clearly. Those loose cumshots clinging to the top of the desk worked themselves into my hair as I bobbed back and forth on his still-raging cock.
My eyes flicking around for anything that could catch my attention at all, all I could see was yet another random boy's crotch at my lowly eye level as I slipped his dick in and out of my cocksocket mouth, but I didn't pay it any mind...
Classical Lit was going to be a little quieter today without Natsuru's pretty bad reading to liven up the room, but otherwise it was same old. Everyone had filed in and taken their seats by the time I made it upstairs again, having had to journey all the way from the courtyard where I'd just been a boy's dedicated semen urinal.
There was our literature teacher, Mizui-sensei. Her dress sense was as well-cut as ever, a dark khaki suit jacket and pants, almost skin-tone in the classroom lighting. Her attire accentuated her legs and hugged her form, both bust and waist, so tightly that you could practically see the form of her body beneath them, almost down to the minute curvatures and ridges... not that I'd ever fantasized about her, but I was sure plenty of the boys had.
She was more covered up than me, in any case. Compared to my sheer black pantyhose, sports bra and absolutely nothing else, she was practically dressed for winter...
"Watanabe. Good, you were the only unexplained absence."
"Sorry..."
"Nah, don't be sorry," the naked stranger who'd been tailing me the entire way up said with a grin, planting a hand on my shoulder. He casually fingered my asshole through my tights with the other as he continued, "I'm here to explain it! Akiko here's gonna join her girlfriend Natsuru for training."
"She already said I'm not her girlfriend..."
"Yeah, yeah, that was yesterday, huh? Well, today, but... man, you guys are a terrible audience! What happened to repetition being funny?"
He laughed all to himself for a couple of seconds. I awkwardly coughed, clearing another small glob of jizz from earlier out of my throat, letting it splatter down my bra.
"Anyway, track, move it. Gotta keep up with the ace." Having succeeded in pushing the back of my pantyhosed panties so far into my asshole that it was now swallowing them, he slapped me on the ass to motion me out. "See you, whoever-you-are!" he shouted at our teacher as we left.
"The name is Mizui--"
"Don't care!"
...Why did we come all the way back up to the third floor if I was going to head to track, anyway?
...
"Whoa, hey, Akiko! Didn't know you were called in for practice too," Natsuru chirped at me. We'd run into her outside the track just as she'd finished changing, apparently, though "changing" didn't involve much more than leaving her bag inside the changing rooms, which the man was currently escorting me towards.
"Neither did I. Apparently I'm joining you?"
"Hell yeah!" Natsuru jogged on the spot as we pushed open the door to the men's. "C'mon, we're gonna smash 'em."
"You're gonna smash 'em," I muttered back. Not like I was going to contribute anything except one leg of the relay race.
"Hey, hey, time out!" the man objected. "You were getting along so well yesterday!"
"Yesterday?" Natsuru looked at me confusedly. "Did we do anything yesterday?"
"I dunno. I don't think so."
"OK, that does it! I get it, I'm just gonna have to let my dreams of yuri paradise go for today... You guys really know how to wound an innocent maiden's heart, you know that?!"
"Um..."
"Girl, I don't think you're innocent," Natsuru shot back at him, ever the conversationalist. "I mean, I'd have my dick perma-out too if I had one, but the average girl is NOT gonna be rocking a hard-on 100% of the time."
Almost as if irritated that he didn't have any good response, the man grabbed her by the scruff and promptly hauled her into the men's changing room along with me.
"Both of you!" he barked, flinging us on the floor where we landed squarely on our butts. "You think you're so wise, huh?"
"I didn't say anything..." I mumbled.
"Whatever, shut up!" he huffed. "If you think you know so much about body parts, you can BE body parts!"
The moment he said that, he clapped, and suddenly my head was rolling back along the floor. I could feel the rest of me clatter to the ground too... once I rolled to a stop, I was able to survey the scene. Both Natsuru and I had literally fallen to pieces, separated as if by magic into our individual body parts. I could still feel my hands and feet, wriggling my digits experimentally, but I was totally out of control otherwise, and so was Natsuru, though her shape was much better preserved inside her tracksuit - only her head had rolled away, leaving a smooth, flat neck stump where it presumably used to attach.
"Girl... I hate to break it to you, but that was kind of a bad comeback."
"Shut up! Leave me alone! I'll just let the track guys have their way with you!" He almost sounded hurt as he left, slamming the door behind him.
"Track guys?" I asked Natsuru. "I thought it was just you."
"Uh... it was the entire team."
"Except for me."
"Yeah, I think it's bullshit too! I'm on your side, Akiko! You're, like, better than everyone else!"
"Except for you!"
Our arguing was cut short by the rest of the track team entering the men's changing room, only to encounter their two female members in living pieces on the ground as if they'd fallen apart like dolls.
...
3rd period passed in a blink after that.
The guys had abandoned track practice altogether. So had our coach.
Our track and field team was composed of me (apparently!), Natsuru, and a dozen boys, all of which had set about picking up our body parts and using them to gratify themselves, turning the changing room into a steamy chamber of pheromones. I'd been simple enough to grab whatever piece of, my asshole easily relinquishing its wet grip on my tights as my torso was pulled out, leaving my two loose legs behind, tied together in separate socks of the pantyhose. Meanwhile, Natsuru had been plucked out of her tracksuit piece by piece and handed around the changing room, the boys sharing out their star runner like slices of a carved-up girl-sized cake.
In the brief moments when someone wasn't using my head as a disembodied facial fleshlight, I was able to survey the entire scene.
One was sat on the benches, alternating between sandwiching my feet around his cock as the rest of my legs hung down onto the floor socked inside my pantyhose, and getting a nylon kneepit-job from humping through the crooks of both my legs lined up together while he licked all over my sheer tights and at the very stockinged feet he rubbed himself off with.
One had my hips and was taking turns between my pussy and asshole, reaming one and then the other over and over, not bothering to clean off whatsoever between each one and simply stuffing the increasingly potent mix of front and back juices inside me for round four, five, six, seven...
One had my upper torso and was filling my sports bra with as much cum as he could, rubbing his cock with quick motions as his tip spurt inside each square inch of the absorbant fabric, lathering my tits in sticky, gooey jizz and constantly rubbing my nipples about as he did.
Two guys had my two arms respectively. One was getting handjob after handjob, keeping my fist firmly clenched around his cock and occasionally beckoning the guy with my head over to shoot the load he was making me rub out of him straight into my mouth. The other initially followed suit before shifting his interest to poking my hand at his asshole, using me to finger himself from behind. Lubed up with enough cum, he pushed one finger in, then bent my arm such that I was poking at his prostate, and kept using me like that. I didn't really mind, keeping my finger hooked as he used me for dry orgasm after dry orgasm, his arousal seemingly heightened by employing the unresisting arm of his female trackmate as a pure sex aid. It wasn't as if I could do anything else right now...
To his credit, the guy holding my head was more gentle than the guy who'd used me last period, though I was beginning to pack enough cum in my stomach again that I could see the bulge forming in my disembodied waist, the jizz sloshing round and round, up and down, as the part of me with all my digestive organs got fucked ass-to-pussy-to-ass.
Natsuru was a similar case, getting cum splurted over her individual pieces every which way, her bare toned and tanned skin a strong accent against the white of all the adolescent semen. It was even getting lathered over the parts of her that used to connect to each other, milky cum flagrantly inking her from between her toes all the way up to the flat tops of her leg stumps, then along every surface of her sex-hip as the boy fucking her pussy kept pulling out halfway through each creampie to coat her entire crotch, ass and more besides.
Her upper torso and arms were being passed around for titjobs and handjobs respectively, the mixed-up loads covering her like lewd glue, topping her arm joints and crowning her neck stump with a mere few globs of cum in place of where her head used to be.
Funnily enough, that was the one part nowhere to be seen in the action - after she'd made one too many jokes about the whole situation, her cheeky head had been tied up in her tracksuit jacket, flung aside into the showers and was now completely out of sight, leaving Natsuru altogether headless, and this disparate gangbang with seemingly an extra girl's worth of living, breathing body parts.
Our coach, meanwhile, had taken to using the clothes we'd been wearing up until that point, harvesting my panties fresh off my torso and peeling Natsuru's spandex panties off hers, then rubbing off inside each, savoring the two different textures of highschoolers' underwear. He even plucked my shoes off my stockinged feet to cum in, at one point pissing in them to wash them out before spitting in them and continuing to jerk away, this time with Natsuru's white cotton athlete's socks, knocking one load into each of them apiece, then turning them out and emptying their fabric-condom loads into her vacated sneakers. Natsuru's shirt and tracksuit leggings had been dumped unceremoniously in the changing room wastebin, not even worth being used as fap material, just mere excess trash.
...
Before I knew it, it was almost time for 4th period, a free study period that would lead straight into my just-as-free lunch. The endless gangbang finally wrapped up there, the boys nonchalantly dumping us in scattered pieces without bothering to regather our parts at all before leaving.
The bell rang, and right on time, I saw the man come back in from my head's final position under a bench.
"Man, they really pulled out all the stops on you two, huh? Shows the respect they have for their two star athletes. Guess when it comes down to it, they'd really rather just be fucking you than letting you run alongside them!"
"They didn't even invite me," I curtly replied. "I heard the coach mention he thought one seductive teenage girl was enough distraction on the team."
"Yeah, well, some people just have no respect for women. Unlike me! I appreciate your true value," he proclaimed, pulling my pieces back together, loosely reassembling them in the middle of the floor.
Then he did the same for Natsuru's.
"Where's Natsuru's head?"
"Showers, I think. In her tracksuit."
The man peeked around the corner. "Uh... jeez, is your shower drain meant to be that large? What if someone trips and falls down there?"
"School budget," I sighed.
He disappeared into the showers entirely, then came back a few moments later.
"I think your girlfriend's head, uh..."
He mimicked a downwards fall with his hands.
"She's... she's not my girlfriend."
"You don't even care her head fell down the drain?"
"Well... she seems alright." I peeked over at the cum-slathered Natsuru jigsaw. "It's not like her body's drowning or anything, so..."
"Man, you're more callous than me! Whatever, I guess her head's in the sewers now! Are you fine with that?!"
"I mean... I guess? I dunno why it should trouble me that my best friend just lost her head in the municipal waste system."
Shaking his head and tutting as if disapproving of the youths these days, the naked stranger **** me back together into one whole highschool girl piece and pulled my thoroughly knocked-up panties over the top of my pantyhose, even gently slipping my stockinged feet back one at a time into my spit, cum and piss-drenched school loafers. Then he did the same for Natsuru, though when she fused back together it was with an audible squelch as the cum between each join of her was squished out. Also, obviously, her head was missing, nothing but a thin glaze of cum atop the base of her neck... but she still stood up again anyway, seemingly right as rain and able to make her way around, even locating her trashed clothes in the wastebin and putting them back on before slipping her sneakers on again.
It was like Natsuru was entirely there, and she just so happened to be headless... no ability to talk or make faces, but otherwise the same girl as ever, able to somehow see and hear. I shrugged to myself mentally as I got up, figuring maybe her brain was just so auxiliary to her that taking it off didn't change anything about her. It was gonna be a little sad that I wouldn't get to hear her voice again... but whatever. The headless Natsuru gave me a wave before ditching the changing rooms, leaving just me in the aftermath of a surreal double bukkake session.
I sighed, getting back to my feet and following after the freshly magically decapitated Natsuru. Knowing next period was going to be completely empty, I couldn't escape the feeling of just another day at school, going through the motions. As I pushed open the changing room door and wandered out into the open air, my wet tights uncomfortably grazing against my crotch as my cum-soaked panties sat over them, I gazed around for anything that could catch my attention at all. Off in the distance, I spotted the man with Natsuru's used spandex panties in hand, pulling them over the head of an unwitting girl who immediately stumbled into a bush, but I didn't pay it any mind...
Classical Lit was going to be a little quieter today without Natsuru's pretty bad reading to liven up the room, but otherwise it was same old. We filed in, took our seats, and greeted our literature teacher, Mizui-sensei, who didn't seem to mind that all the girls were slicked with cum and ass-juices from their fresh hour-long anal poundings. Stood upright on my seat was my mom's pink dildo, the same one that had slipped out of my exposed pussy earlier this morning onto the floor. Thiniking nothing of the fact my seat had been converted into a low-tech sybian, I let its full length fill me up again as I wiggled down on my chair, adult-sized sex toy prodding against my womb fresh with the couple of interspersed breedings I'd been given earlier today.
Mizui-sensei's dress sense was as well-cut as ever, a dark khaki suit jacket and pants, almost skin-tone in the classroom lighting. Her attire accentuated her legs and hugged her form, both bust and waist, so tightly that you could practically see the form of her body beneath them, almost down to the minute curvatures and ridges... not that I'd ever fantasized about her, but I was sure plenty of the boys had.
"Is she absent?" she asked out loud, referring to Natsuru's empty seat.
I spoke up. "Natsuru has track."
"Ah. Well, no matter - there's quite a special educational program being hosted today, as you might be aware--"
"Hey, no fair!" came a surprise male voice as a naked man burst into the classroom, promptly storming up to our tightly-suited literature teacher and jabbing a syringe into her neck. Had I seen that syringe before...? I quickly shook the feeling; I knew I was just hoping for some fantasy in an otherwise all-too-regular day - just because I was getting deja vu from seeing an adult woman **** out of nowhere by a complete stranger in front of us didn't mean anything. Surely that sort of thing just happens all the time, right...
After a moment, Mizui-sensei *poof*ed away only to leave behind a body pillow with a lifelike (if slightly shrunken) image of her provocatively posed on it; the man proceeded to open up the bottom end, then urinate with vigor inside the former female, soaking her stuffing through and darkening the cover she was printed on with his filthy male piss.
Once he was finally done, he marched over to a window still holding the body pillow of our teacher, opened it wide and unceremoniously tossed her out into the open air; the pillow promptly disappeared. We were on the third floor, after all... I couldn't see where Natsuru's mom had landed from my seat by the opposite wall, but it was likely in the bushes down below, tangled up in branches and leaves and soil.
With that done, the man turned back to us. "Akiko! Up front!"
Another demonstration? I shuffled up to the front in my stockinged feet, dildo coming with me lodged in my pussy through the cutout in my exposed black pantyhose. The breeze from the open window was actually kind of chilly against my crotch lacking the guard of a skirt, but oh well.
No sooner had I taken my position up front when the man pulled out a smartphone I recognized - Natsuru's, with the sleek anti-shock case and inexplicable crack in the screen anyway. He must've taken it from her at some point... probably when Natsuru left us to go to track, come to think of it.
"Oh, this?" he said as if to answer my idle thought. "Yeah, I knocked your... you know what, it's not even funny calling her your girlfriend anymore. I knocked your slutty track friend out and stole it off her 'cause I needed one and she was the closest girl by. I might've neck-chopped her a little too hard, though. Think I heard a leg break when she fell, so she's gonna be missing the nationals for sure! That OK with you?"
"I guess?" I wasn't really sure what effect Natsuru getting physically knocked out and disabled from fulfilling her teenage dreams by a pervert she'd never met meant to have on me.
"Great! Anyway..." He casually unlocked it before proceeding to do something or other on it - I wondered if I should chide Natsuru sometime about using a simple swipe for her lock screen. Maybe in hospital while her leg mends and she leaves the team without the ace that gave them a chance of winning this year... "Let's just fiddle here, tap this, connect that, and... bam!"
He pointed the phone at me triumphantly. "This is linked to you now! That lets me move on with your lesson..."
In sync with his touchscreen gesture, I immediately noticed my hands start to vanish. Not just my hands, my whole body... I looked down to see most of me grow steadily translucent, save for my clothes. A glance at his newfound Akiko-controlling smartphone showed what was happening - he was turning the brightness slider down, all the way down...
...to minimum. I was now fully gone, a floating set of high-schooler girls' clothes. You could peer down into the inside of my pantyhose, my invisible legs filling them out with implied mass. The pink dildo plugged into me looked like it was poking up into nothing, too, just the vague area inside a girl's fuckhole.
Looking closer, though, a few subtle parts of me remained - the cum that had been sprayed inside my pussy earlier, filling out the shape of my uterus in liquid form. As well as my transparent semen tank, it appeared tiny little clusters were visible on either side too - my ovaries, bearing all the unripe eggs I'd yet to let out.
"Alright, one girl to one boy, line up in pairs! We're gonna learn just how the process of fertilization should work for highschool fuckholes like yourselves!"
After a bit of shuffling plus some giggling and protests as the girls and boys paired off, our class had formed a queue next to me.
"Now! Remember this?" The man whipped out another syringe, needleless and empty this time.
Some unfamiliar mutterings arose among the class; it didn't seem like anyone recognized it.
"C'mon, it was just a few days ago! Ah, whatever. First pair, up!"
Then man placed the syringe in the boy's hands, then pointed at the girl's torso. "Jam that in her ass!"
The boy dutifully moved behind the girl, crouched down so he was eye-level with her butt, and stared intensely as he flipped her skirt up and shoved her cum-stained panties aside, easily locating her asshole after spending last period using the entire female population of the class as public anal toilets. Maybe this sex ed day was showing its value already...
"Now pipe it out and then squeeze it up Akiko's pussy!"
Never minding that he was drawing a mix of guys' cum from a girl's raw asshole, he pulled back on the plunger, and with a soft, spluttering sucking sound, drew the heady mix of semen tinged with ass juices out of her. Done with his work underneath my fellow girl classmate's skirt, he came over to me, stooped down, yanked the dildo out of my pussy roughly, and nestled the injector straight in before pushing. In no time at all, he'd completed the direct ass-to-pussy transfer of whatever dregs a random anal onahole of a highschool girl had been milking out for the last hour, straight into my own invisible pussy. The only thing that marked its entrance now was the thin line of gooey white shooting up it, the cocktail of intimate bodily fluids squirting straight up my delicate vaginal canal and straight for my womb, topping up the miniature tank within.
"Good work! Alright, go sit down and watch. The rest of you, you know the drill! It'd be a waste not to impregnate at least one girl today - fill Akiko up!"
...
And so, 3rd period passed by in a blink. I continued to stand, baring my internal cistern of cum to the class, the slight opening of my pussy dripping a mix of cum and foreign anal love-juices down to the floor, pooling around my invisible feet in their stockings. Each new injection crammed my pussy a little fuller, the genetic material and intestinal mucus of a dozen guys and girls steadily filling up my anatomy. I was literally out of the picture, no part of my own body except my eggs visible to anyone else, reduced to a demonstration of where exactly sperm gets stored inside a fertile 18-year-old cumdump.
For their part, the class was taking this lesson casually. The girls continued to obediently let the boys upskirt them and poke the steadily cum-caked implement up their assholes, and the boys continued to suck samples of their anal creampies out before feeding them into my steadily filling private parts. Familiar classroom chatter arose as they did so, treating the procedure as no more than an everyday occurrence. The girls weren't at all humiliated by their successive anal prankings, even as the boys often fumbled the syringes about and occasionally had to get a finger or two in there first before being confident the syringe would fit.
When it came the class delinquent Nagi's turn, the boy reluctantly paired with her was so nervous that he stumbled while trying to locate her asshole, which had been so slicked and loosened that his entire hand disappeared up it in a blink. Nagi grunted at the impromptu anal fisting, but the guy quickly pulled his hand back out. A little too hard - the bottom of Nagi's colon followed suit, inverting and flopping out of her asshole, cum dripping from it. Nagi's eye twitched at that, but thankfully for the boy, no further consequences ensued as he extracted from the now lowered entrace to Nagi's guts protruding through her butthole. Nagi sat down directly after that, as tough as ever, the squish of her soft, meaty turned-out anus beneath her not bothering her one bit.
Before long, it got to the point where the staling anal creampies were filling my womb so much, the cum was beginning to **** its way up my fallopian tubes. As class wore on, two white lines steadily snaked out of either side of my cum receptacle, towards my defenseless ovaries, until...
"Alright, you're all done? Good! You feel that, Akiko?"
"Yeah..." I surprised myself by speaking; the voice felt like it came from nowhere, even though it was also right inside my own head. "The last load just tipped all the way into my ovaries, I think. I can feel a ton of tingling... like every single one of my eggs is getting knocked up all at once."
"How do you feel?"
"Fine, I guess? It's not uncomfortable or anything... Maybe it's a bit lonely knowing that all my eggs just got popped at once? And I'm gonna be infertile for the rest of my life..."
"Hey, look on the bright side! You made a kid with literally everyone here. That's bonding between the sexes!"
"Are you sure? There was plenty of juice from the girls' asses as well... is that good for kids in the womb?"
"Eh, maybe it'll stain their brains and they'll grow up to be total anal sluts! No loss as far as I'm concerned."
"...Isn't that if they're girls? What if they're boys?"
"Come on, Akiko, get with the times! What are you, a dinosaur? Getting fucked in the ass is something guys AND girls can do, it's equal-opportunity! Maybe all that female anal cumdump juice'll rub off on them and they'll grow up to be just as gullible and cute as any girl, even if they're packing! As far as I'm concerned, that's real feminism! You're the testbed for the new generation of highschooler sluts, Akiko! They'll be singing your praises in two decades!"
"I... guess." It certainly was a progressive perspective, though I oculd do without that last part - I wasn't really looking to be famous or anything.
He laughed and patted me on the back, then grabbed the Akiko-controlling smartphone again and turned the brightness on me all the way back up, making me fully visible again. Just in time - before any of us knew it, the bell rang for 4th, a free study period that would lead straight into our just-as-free lunch.
Even still, sitting back down at my desk with my womb a frothing mix of dozens of unwanted fertilizations destroying my future purpose as a reproductive receptacle at the tender age of 18, I sighed. I just couldn't escape the feeling of just another day at school, going through the motions.
Starved for anything interesting, I flopped over my desk, gazing around for anything that could catch my attention at all. Out in the corridor, I spotted the man rubbing off and cumming over the glasses of a random girl, but I didn't pay him any mind...
Classical Lit was going to be a little quieter today...