Turn up the scale

Jason took a moment to collect his thoughts, he had moved himself out of the way and used some of the stage's steep steps to get a good view of the entire hall. Hundreds of people were milling around, some were getting coffee from the coffee machine, some were in between meetings going back and forth but mostly it was families sitting down with a teacher at their respective table.

Jason thought about the earrings on his ear, he had set up the normalcy himself, trying to be careful, trying to be as precise as possible, but somehow, the earrings knew. They knew how to find the blanks in his statements and fill out just what he wanted. Or at least, he thought so. He did not specify what would happen when triggering more than one playtime for one person or indeed what would happen if he triggered playtime for more than one person but as he just proved with Castle and Coulder, it just... worked. How far could he push it though? How much did the earrings really get the jist of what he wanted to say.

He licked his lips and cleared his throat, he spoke up to no one in particular.

"Everyone in this room, it's playtime" He whispered

Only one person made any sort of reaction. Some other male student getting some chairs from a stack that was just next to the steps Jason was on.

"What are we playing?" The boy asked him with a raised eyebrow. Jason wasn't even sure the kid could even hear him, in fact he was sure he couldn't.

"Stay" Jason answered.

Instantly the noise in hall stopped. What once was a loud cacophony of talking, rumbling of feet, chairs scraping on the floor and other miscellaneous noise simply stopped. Everyone without exception had stopped on a dime, immediately. Jason's jaw dropped as he slowly took one step at a time, the guy Jason was talking to still looked to the steps where he was, unmoving. It was like living in a dream where everyone was frozen.

He moved in-between the tables, stunned as how animated most people seem to look. Mid sentence, mid step, it didn't seem to matter, everyone managed to stop and hold their poses perfectly. It would have been as if time had stopped but Jason could still hear the odd car in the distance, audible now over the silent room. It was different to stopping time Jason thought to himself, everyone here was fully conscious, aware yet **** to play his game against their will and despite it all, none would complain. To them it was just a normal part of the day.

He took in the details, his Principal had not gotten far, still entwined with the gay PE teacher, both trying to get out the room and one another off, a mix of concentration and worry played across their frozen faces as they were making best efforts to get to where ever it was that they were going, even with the other's hands plunged into their underwear. On closer inspection Jason did notice movement between the two women, still bound by the 'shake a paw' game, they seemed to be the only ones moving in the entire hall other than himself. The enmeshed teachers were rocking slightly, caused by the rhythmic movement of each woman's hands, discreetly as possible, rubbing the other's clit. The scene made Jason chuckle as he turned to notice Stacy was off to the side in the queue for a coffee, her bottom lip protruding in an impatient scowl as she looked to the ceiling. Whether she knew or not, the guy behind her was looking at her butt, it might have been that his eyes only flicked down for a moment but caught out by the game, the guy was now getting a full on gander out of her pert buns. Jason raised his eye brows at the scene and turned to look out into the hall. Other families littered the tables here and there, some looking serious as teachers shared some misgivings, others looked a little more relaxed. He saw Leah at her table, mid laugh, half turned to her mother, flashing her white teeth. Everyone else at her table was smiling, perhaps she was in the middle of telling a joke Jason wondered.

Jason's eyes drifted back to Stacy, he decided he really couldn't keep his hands off that hot body. Stepping up to her, he ran his palms up her flank, then settled on her small breasts, giving the nipples a few tweaks. She was very good at the game, not moving her eyes one milometer, pinned to the same spot on the ceiling. He untucked her hands from her waist and brought them behind her head, inter locking her fingers together and pulling her head forward a small way so she was bending slightly. He arched her back causing her to puff out her chest and point out her butt to give her admirer behind a good show. She kept her balance well, even in her heels as Jason gave the guy a wink and raised his own hand high, then slammed it down, giving Stacy's ass three good hard slaps, sending her cheeks rippling under her short skirt. Despite this ****, Stacy did not move herself in anyway.

To test her further Jason brought his hand to her uncaring face, slowing worming his fingers past her lips. He ran his digit up and down her wet tongue a few times before doing his best to grasp the slippery thing. He probably pinched it hard enough to hurt but Stacy stayed true to the game, not making any noise or movement as Jason slowly brought the wet muscle out her mouth. He pushed down on her bottom row of teeth a little bit to get her to open her mouth wide, he stood back to take in the new pose. Standing in the queue, bent forward, hands behind her head, tongue fully out her gaping mouth, her eyes still lazily looking up.

"Nice" Jason quipped at her and shot her some finger guns. If she did take offence at Jason's mockery, which she most certainly did, she didn't show it.

He turned around to have a closer look at Leah's table. Moving around it in a circle he couldn't help but smile with everyone else. He had seen that look on his friend's face a hundred times, it was certainly a witty one-liner whatever it was she was saying. His mind wondered back to his Playtime triggers. He already tested a few to see how the contradictions would interact, with a sly grin he spoke out to the whole room once again.

"It's playtime, everyone in this room" He said it casually to the table but was surprised when no one asked what they were playing. He mused that the game overrides trigger phrases, or perhaps when targeting a lot of people it lessens the importance of the phrase perhaps?

"Heat" He stated plainly. Looking around the room for signs of movement, he saw none. Even when Coulder and his Principal were playing 'Stay' before, other games could be played out during their freeze.

Jason scratched his chin and walked around a few more tables looking for tell tell signs of anything. He frowned not finding anything different. He moved back to Leah's table, taking in the freeze frame joke. He was about to try a different Game when his friend caught his eye. Leah wasn't know for being partially shy, but she did usually wear a bra and it was hard to miss the two bullets pointing through her dress. Curious, Jason moved closer and hooked a finger in the neck line of her dress, pulling it out and peering inside. Although the undergarment looked a little thin, she was indeed still wearing a bra, except her nipples could still be seen doing their best to get free of their fabric prison.

"Damn" Jason said enjoying the view, he had no idea his friends nipples could get this carried away with themselves.

Something wet dripped on his hand making him jump slightly, he let the fabric of the dress snap back to Leah's chest. He quickly saw the source of the moisture on his hand. Leah was drooling, quite heavily at that. Her large, broad, open mouthed smile giving a trickle of saliva from the centre of her lips which was quickly turning into a small torrent, now pooling onto her dress. His mind tried to recall the wording of the 'heat' game. He kicked himself for not writing it down, something about 'whole body' getting ready for sex. Jason nodded to himself, she was probably get quite wet down below, but her mouth isn't missing out. Her saliva glands must be working over time preparing for a hundred blowjobs and those nipples looked even more pronounced that when he first noticed them. He did find it odd that it only effects Leah, maybe because she was the closest when he triggered the game he wondered. He looked to Leah's mother next to her, turned slightly with a small smirk reacting to Leah's joke.

Leah's mother was wearing as purple wool turtle neck so Jason couldn't really see if she too had reacted the same way. He reached out and cupped her tits, his thumbs running circles where he assumed her nipples to be. He felt them, plain as day, rock hard, unmissable now he had hands on confirmation. He felt a little bit bad that Leah was drooling so much, unlucky that she got caught with her mouth open he thought to himself shrugging. His hand went to Leah's mother's chin to open her mouth to see if she too had some moisture inside. He was no prepared for a gushing cup full of drool that came cascading out the woman's mouth, staining her neat purple jumper in a dark pattern, just under her chin.

"Oh damn!" Jason said jumping back. The woman made no other movement, still a slight smile on her lips, she was looking over at Leah, only now her mouth was open so slow streams of spittle came lapping out her mouth, soiling the once neat clothing. Jason's eyes flicked around, it was now hard to miss the giant tent in Leah's fathers pants. He too almost certainly had a mouth full as well, Jason's head turned back to the static hall. Everyone was in the same boat, every guy he looked at, erection, anyone mid conversation with their mouth slightly open, drooling. Still no one moved yet everyone's bodies were continuing to make it harder and harder for them, in the case of the males, very literally. Jason could now hear Mrs Castle and the PE Teacher off to the side, their hidden ministrations were now very audible in the quiet room, the unmistakeable, 'slick slick slick' of their hands playing with some very moist pussies. He knew he had to end the playtime soon before everything become too much of a mess, freezing everyone in place meant that they couldn't swallow, even when their bodies are pumping their mouths full of fluid. Before he did end the game however, there was one thing he had to see.

Jason ran over to Stacy and laughed at what he saw. Like she was a water feature in a garden, she had her own fountain of drool flowing from her mouth. Her tongue lulling out, guiding it down in long strands as it stretched and dropped all the way to the floor.

"Okay okay" Jason laughed "Playtime is over" He said, there was a brief pause and everyone in the hall started moving again. The noise of conversation slowly came back, it was not an instant switch. Many people around the hall that were in the middle of words or sentences gave up on the point they were making, or they had forgotten. This surprised Jason a little but he had to remind himself, this wasn't time stop, all those people were awake during the whole of that episode and now they had to remember what it was they were doing a few minutes prior.

"Oh goddammit Jason!" Stacy complained, stepping back from the puddle she made on the floor, wiping her face. "Did you have to leave me like that for so long?" She then reached behind herself and rubbed her cute butt. "And did you have to slap me so hard? Damn that hurt, you stupid..." She whined, trailing off.

"No" Jason replied to her comment, "But I'd do it again because fuck you" Jason chuckled then slapped her sore ass one more time getting a yelp out of her. He turned around, missing the scowl she shot him as both her hands rubbed her stinging behind. He looked over to Leah's table, none were laughing at Leah's joke, it had long since lost it punch. Leah caught Jason looking at her as she wiped her mouth and dabbed at her wet dress, she shrugged and mouthed a very clear "What the Fuck" at him. Jason thought he might have stepped over a line somehow until Leah started laughing and rolled her eyes, turning back to her table. She appeared to take the mess Jason made of her in her stride as a part of the fun game her friend was playing.

"JASON ANDERSON!" A shout came from the corner of the room. For a moment Jason thought someone might be wise to his normality games and he was in serious trouble. He craned his neck to see Mr Cheddars sitting at his empty table.

"Oh right" Jason said "Not timestop, we're late"

"We are?" Stacy asked looking around for the teacher who she just heard shout

"Yeah, but its not a big deal. Mr Cheddars is normally- " Jason stopped mid sentence.

"Normally what?" Stacy asked as the two started walking to the meeting.

"Never fucking mind. Damn that was close" Jason told her as he stroked his earring. "Gotta be more careful" He muttered. "Mr cheddars usually isn't so scary" He told her deliberately.

"Okay...." Stacy said puzzled at Jason's choice of words as she reached into her bag and pulled out her phone.

"Ah there you are Jason" Mr Cheddars said as he stood to meet them. "And you must be Mrs Anderson?"

"No, it's just Stacy thank you" She said as she placed her phone on the table and settled into her seat.

"Please take a seat Jason, we don't have long as your game took up most of the meeting time" Cheddars informed him.

"Ah right, yeah" Said Jason uninterestingly as he looked out into the hall. "Tell you what, just sum up quickly how I'm doing in woodshop. I'm going to go have fun else where"

"Oh" Mr Cheddars rustled his moustache "Okay then" Jason's earring making his rude behaviour acceptable.

"Stacy..." Jason said getting her attention making her look up at him. "You see that weird looking mook over there in the bow tie? That's Mr Gardy, he's the meeting after this one. Math. Have fun"

"Wait... are you not..." She started only to be meet with Jason's back as he turned away.

"Ill be back for you before Miss Hudson" He shouted over his shoulder. "I don't want to miss that" He added.

"Well..." Mr Cheddars exclaimed grabbing her attention as the man started a brief sum up of Jason's work.

Jason walked out into the middle of the room and looked around. The world was his proverbial oyster but even in the short time he had been using 'playtime' the 'clunkyness' of the process felt like it was weighing down his fun. Seeing as the earrings had already proved themselves to be quite good at getting the general point of what he wanted when he proclaimed the normality, he figured he could try something a little different. Not to mention, seeing all the drool Stacy made gave him a wicked idea for some more Games.

"First things first" He said to himself cracking his knuckles. An idea came to him as he was wondering around the frozen people a few minutes prior. The strength of the 'Heat' game caught him off guard, both in how it did not seem to do much at first then almost like an avalanche it all spilled over, out of people. It felt like there was not enough control and that was one thing Jason was keenly interested in not losing. Deep down he also liked the surprise of it, it felt thrilling in its own way, a fun way to keep things fresh which might be hard if he dictates and controls every little detail. Jason felt like the earrings capacity to interpret what he meant could be leveraged by him, improving his playtime, both making it easier, more interesting and yet keeping him in control.

His idea was to upgrade his already set games, giving him access to the volume knob so to speak of the intensity. He thought about the wording and spoke.

"Normally, if I repeat the playtime phrase to a person already playing that specific game, the game levels up and upgrades into a more intense version." Jason played video games, he liked a good upgrade and level up. Hopefully the magic Earrings understood the terminology. He didn't know how the games he made could be 'upgraded' and it was the surprise and curiosity that gave him a giddy little thrill. He still had one more thing on his mind and thought of a solution around it. The trigger phrases were fun but they weren't as snappy as he liked.

"Normally if I declare it's playtime for myself, anyone I speak the triggers at will play the game the keyword denotes. Normally everyone will instinctively know who I intend to trigger, if they can hear me or not. And normally they know when i decide if 'Playtime is over' and if it is directed at only them or a group." Jason liked it but he had to remember to put a cap on his fun to keep things real for himself so random words don't destroy his life.

"Normally I can declare playtime is over for myself and no trigger words work until the next playtime is declared" He nodded. It felt like the foundations were in place to truly feel like a god, a god in control. His eyes slowly panned out across the room, happy families, chatting away, no idea of the trouble he could make.

"It's playtime for Jason." He said.