Zachary - High School Homecoming, a customization app

All characters depicted are 18 years or older. Shout out to duduvar and all the contributors on Custom Girls for inspiring this short story. Felt it belonged here for its one-shot nature. Hope you enjoy!

“WE ARE THE FLESH DOLLS, THE CUM-COVERED FLESH DOLLS.”

“WE LIE THERE AND TAAAKE IT, WHILE YOU EMPTY YOUR BALLS.”

I choked and stifled a wheeze, trying hard to hide my nostalgic glee, as the Rancho Vista Flesh Doll cheerleaders took to the field for their homecoming game. A girl with a camcorder sitting in front of me in the crowded bleachers turned to look back at me in disgust, but I just slapped a smile on my face and shrugged, keeping my hands in the pockets of my grey trench coat. She rolled her eyes and turned back to the lime green cheer squad, seemingly unperturbed as everyone else as the girls continued their chant about semen.

“WE DON’T NEED BRAINS OR CLASSES”

“WHEN WE’VE GOT JUICY ASSES”

“THEY’RE NICE AND FIRM”

“AND FILLED WITH SPERM”

“WHENEVER OUR TEAM PASSES”

So saying a pair of cheerleaders cartwheeled into handstands while their partners moved to hold a pair of squirt bottles between their legs. In a feat of gymnastics, the upturned girls clapped their thighs together spraying the ground and coating their light green rumps with what appeared to be white gatorade.

“God I really did a number on this place,” I muttered, shaking my head as the squad formed into a line, white pom-poms jiggling.

You see when I was in my final year at Rancho Vista High, I was gifted with a magical app, which basically granted me full sexual control of any woman I was nearby, provided I had enough in-game currency to purchase the customization I wanted. Functioning basically like a mobile game with challenges and achievements to get more points, when I first started I could only really effect basic changes, like getting my English teacher to bend over or making it so my crush didn’t grow hair on her legs. But after two years now of using the app almost daily, the amount of power I could dish out with this little bugger was pretty awe-inspiring.

Take the cheerleaders for example, currently taking turns swapping what looked like glue from one of their mouthes to the other. Boy howdy, the amount of grinding it took back in the day to get our female principal to change our school team from the “Rams” to the “Cum-Covered Flesh Dolls” cost me a month without changes. Now though, I could probably apply the same treatment to our next three opposing teams, and still have enough left over for a hot date, provided I had my phone charged and the right female names. That said, this particular trip down memory lane wasn't without cause. I had a new customization I really wanted to try and was currently looking for the right candidate to test it on.

“NOW THE MOMENT YOU’VE BEEN WAITING FOR”

“RANCHO VISTA’S ONE TRUE WHORE”

“SHE MAKES OUR TEAM SO LUCKY LUCKY”

“LET'S HERE A CHEER FOR SUCKY-SUCKY”

As the girls did high kicks, whooped, and hollered; Rancho Vista’s lewd mascot rushed onto the field to thunderous applause. A while back I had convinced my former Mandarin teacher Dr. Zhang to support the school football team by wearing a bulky mascot costume done up to look like a anime schoolgirl in a bright green bikini. Japanese not Chinese, I know, but it was more an excuse to see her run around with the words “Rancho” and “Vista” bouncing on each of her felt tits. From the dried streaks of hot glue meant to evoke jism adorning her oversized-mask, to the dull blank eyes staring vacantly into the audience; Sucky-Sucky was a sight to behold, and one made even sillier (at least to me) by the fact that no one in the crowd seemed to even be phased by the lewd display in front of them.

“Oh my god, Babe, I think that’s my old master from high school. Like hi Master, longtime no-see!”

Speaking of obliviousness, a tall chipper girl with auburn hair had bobbed over to me, pulling along a confused looking boyfriend at her hip. She was about my age, dressed in a white t-shirt bearing our school insignia — the silhouette of a light green sex doll on a splatter effect background, not bad—-and her bottom lip was quivering. I stared at her blankly, but she just smiled at me with her mouth wide open, blue eyes glittering ruefully.

“Don’t tell me you don’t recognize me, Master!” she said, pressing her clear painted fingernails into my forearm.

It took me a moment, but her name suddenly returned to me: Kelsey Williams! She had been the star forward for the girl’s soccer team, and never let folks forget it. But after a few trophies went to her head, she developed a bit of a mean streak, so I let my app go ahead bring her down a peg.

“Kelsey…heyyy, um, what’s new?”

“KELSEY?! Ha, you really don’t remember me, do you?” The girl guffawed. “Come on, Master, it’s me, Whoretits!”

Oof, make that two or three pegs.

“But I guess I am pretty forgettable,” Whoretits rolled her eyes, leaning forward to present me with her ample breasts.

Ooh wow, I really did a number on this chick, as well. Her twin globes even gave Sucky Sucky a run for her money and they were currently being motorboated to joyous applause. I would've loved to watch, but I was having trouble remembering all the changes I made to my former soccer player.

To figure out how obtrusive Whoretits/Kelsey’s antics were, I glanced over to her boyfriend and tried to gauge his reaction. He looked uneasy, though that could just be from watching his significant other flirt with another man, rather than a pretty subdued response to someone blatantly flaunting their tits. No one in the bleachers had taken notice either, so I figured I was in the clear and calmly reached out to fondle Whoretits’ D cups. To my surprise, she wasn’t wearing a bra and I could feel the unmistakeable presence of a pair of studs fastened to each breast.

“I’m, uh, Paul by the way,” her boyfriend coughed offering a handshake that went ignored. “Whoretits’ fiancé,” he clarified as his soon to be wife moaned under my ministrations.

I nodded at him curtly. “Zach.” “Hey Whoretits when did you get your nipples pierced?” I said really digging my fingers into her floppy boob flesh.

“Duh, when you asked me to, silly,” jiggled Whoretits. “Now is that really a way to greet an old friend?!”

So saying Whoretits withdrew from my hands and pulled her shirt up, flashing the assembled crowd. The two bars through her nipples were clearly visible in the stadium’s sterile light.

“Get in there, Master. Slap ‘em around. This useless set of cow udders needs a fresh bruise!” the spastic ginger said, shaking her full breasts without even getting a second glance from the students to our left.

I grimaced, but Whoretits didn't let up.

“Don’t you remember, Master? This is how you greeted me everyday at school.”

“Oh of course,” I lied. Jesus I really needed to check the app to remember what all I’d changed.

Not wanting to leave the topless girl waiting though, I got in a few good tit slaps, really enjoying the sound they made as my hands made contact. Kelsey for her part just quivered, letting out several excited little squeaks as my slapping grew louder.

“We’ve been —whu-crack—dating since, uh, college,” Paul continued, looking apprehensively at his aroused date and the red handprints now adorning her chest.

“That’s nice,” I said, catching Kelsey’s right nipple piercing with a particularly aggressive backhand.

“Fu-HUCK, that's the stuff." Whoretits sighed. "Now do my face! Fuck, it's been too long, Master.” So saying she brought my fingers to her lips and started sucking on them one by one, pouting while maintaining perfect eye contact with me.

It was at this point Paul said he'd let us catch up and opted to leave. I started to protest, but noted he was rather engrossed watching the cheerleaders take turns humping Sucky Sucky. I wondered what the language professor must be thinking and I couldn't help but laugh.

“Do you mind? I am trying to record the performance!” Apparently the girl with the camera in front of me had once again taken umbrage. Her sneering expression behind her spectacles and her triangular haircut gave her the appearance of a real future Karen, and my hand reflexively reached for my cellphone.

“Aww come on,” Whoretits cut in, “we're just two alumni catching up…” she said, happily kneeding a red welt I had made on her bare breast.

“Well GOOD for you two. But I don’t need his immature laughter on the Student Council Website recording of the cheer squad," the girl piped back, tragically distracted from said cheer squad pairing up to throatfuck double-ended dildos. They were even green and white just like our school colors.

"What's wrong with my laugh?" I asked with faux innocence, trying to stoke the flames a little more. I also gave Whoretits' left bottom lip a hard twist which made her squeal appreciatively.

"It's...rude!" The girl retorted, unable to get upset at anything sexual I was doing. "Here we all are enjoying an innocent display of hot girl-on-girl school spirit, and you're mocking it like there's something funny about it. My friend Hannah and her partner Grace just started slobbering on their spirit stick. It's their favorite part of the routine, and here I am missing it because of you perverts!"

"Hey that's not fair! Master and I aren't perverts," my brainwashed pain slut shot back. "Sure, lots of Rancho Vista’s faculty and alumni have been revealed to be crazed sex freaks in recent years. Not to mention all of the people who just straight up disappeared, going all the way back to our senior year. But I'm just here so I can get my titties batted around. Mind your own business."

Whoretits lack of self-awareness was truly stunning, but I was already preparing a solution for our problem.

“You aren’t Janet McClaren, by chance?” I asked cordially, flipping through a list of nearby names generated by the app's locator function. She was listed as the historian for the Student Government, the captain of the Academic Decathlon team, and on track to be valedictorian come the spring. She was also sporting a pretty plump tush, which the app didn't mention, but I felt was worth noting.

The bespectacled girl paused. “Hu-wait, what? How do you know my name?” Janet asked, quelling the tirade that had been about to escape her lips.

“No reason,” I said, confirming on the app that I wished to make a 120 point purchase. The app made an audible swooshing sound, and I leered the little nerd, “I just don’t want you to miss your cue.”

Giddy with excitement, I watched the changes begin to take effect. Janet went from scowling student journalist to suddenly standing at attention, her sensible skirt and blouse becoming looser as they slid off her stiff body. Feeling coursing through her brain, the girl went cross-eyed before her eyes rolled up inside her skull, disappearing entirely along with her nose and eyebrows, her glasses falling pathetically to the ground. Her arms went next, becoming the consistency of pancake batter before sloughing off her shoulders, and with a splat they landed on the concrete bleachers, all that was left of them being a pair of fleshy puddles.

Briefly forgetting that she didn’t have eyes, Janet looked down as the last of her clothes fell to a pile at her naked feet. Then her skin took on a white plastic sheen, starting at her legs and creeping up her tight butt and torso, till her whole body was shiny and pale. Practically featureless, only her mouth and hair, tits and lower orifices left behind; they all became equally artificial, but turning bright green instead of white and protruding from her body like rubbery accessories.

The former valedictorian started to list to one side, her ceramic form no longer designed for autonomous balance. Acting quickly, I steadied her with both arms, eliciting a pleasant moan from her jolly green lips.

"Owner?" she murmured, and I chuckled. Janet was now stiff as a board, not even bending her legs as she leaned against me.

“Haha wowee, Master, that’s quite the piece of equipment you got there,” Whoretits butt in, no longer remembering Janet or our discussion from before. “What do you call that sort of thing?”

“This here," I said taking a moment to be creative, "is a Jan-NUT Mark 10," I supplied. "Finest cum cannon on the market.” I squeezed the former student me with glee, and to my astonishment saw a pink blush warm her featureless face.

"I hope my owner will use me soon." That made me I chuckle and I took a moment to diddle her rubbery green lips before starting to move her into position.

Grabbing a hold of the tripod, I discarded the camcorder along with Jan-NUT's useless pile of clothes before scooping her up by the legs and setting her atop the tripod's adjustable head. Lying horizontally, her eyeless face looking skyward, I thumbed her honeydew-colored anal ring, delighted to find it had ridges like a screw.

"What are you planning on doing with that thing?" Whoretits asked, clearly annoyed that I was playing with something else's butt and not her.

"Jan-NUT is going to be part of the cheer squad's grand finale," I replied. "Why don't you give me a hand with my new toy? The sooner I get done with it, the sooner I can get back to playing with you."

With a giggle Whoretits lent her assistance, and together we adjusted the knob so the tripod's column was screwed d good and tight inside Jan-NUT's green asshole. Positioning her so her closed legs were pointed toward the field and her upside-down mouth was at my waist, I took a moment to note how her bouncy emerald nipples stood out in the cold autumn air.

With a grunt, I then spread her legs, leaving Jan-NUT's knees bent and her naked viridian pussy glistening up on the tripod. I also noted that her lime green mouth was now hanging open, bent backward so her former throat was ready to be loaded.

“Finally found a good use for that big mouth of yours,” I jeered. The mindless nerd just beamed at me, beatifically.

"I love to be of good use," it said, waiting to devour my cock.

"Um, Master, the routine is almost over," Whoretits said, gesturing to the cheer squad. They had just finished twerking together in a line and were clearly preparing for something big.

“Shit, I don’t have much time,” I swore, unzipping my virile cartridge and fumbling it into Jan-NUT's waiting receiver. I worked the action hurriedly, trying to pump my ammo into her waiting chamber. Her tongue lapped affectionately at my clapping balls, trying to coax their contents free as the crowd roared.

“IF YOU NEED TO EASE SOME TENSION”

“LOOK AT MY GLAZED EXPRESSION”

“GET OUT YOUR DICK”

“AND FUCK ME QUICK”

“I’M LITERALLY YOUR POSSESSION!!”

“Getting…ngghhh…closer,” I heaved, pounding into Jan-NUT's soppy port with little regard for her safety. I had to hurry, that chant was the cue before the girls got into their final lifts.

"Nnnngh, dammit, I'll make you a deal, Whoretits," I said, trying to talk over Jan-NUT's rhythmic glucking. "What was your favorite thing --plopploplplop-- I did to you in high school?"

"Stuffing a pretzel in my ass before slapping my cheeks scarlet," the topless redhead replied, with zero hesitation. A mom on the other side of her was clearly eavesdropping and took a moment to smile at the pleasant scholastic memory.

"Specific," I chortled, between thrusts. "Help me out, and I'll get you a pretzel at the snackbar."

"With mustard?" she pleaded.

I half shrugged, half nodded and my custom freak got down on her knees, holding Jan-NUT by her upturned chin to increase the pace at which I was grinding. Students and parents around us paid us no mind, just watching the cheerleader's show approach its sticky climax. Whoretits leaned in to kiss my shaft before standing up again, this time nose to nose with me as she whispered sweet nothings.

"Oh Master, fuck yeah, pound that stupid fucking cannon," she purred, her swollen tits pressing up against me. "Show those little cheer bitches what you can do, and why you're the BEST. DAMN. THING. That happened to this miserable fucking school.

I grunted, and gooey wet ammo flooded into Jan-NUT's emerald mouth. Sher did her best to increase her suction, slurping my cum down into her aching magazine, and I felt the pressure start to build.

Pushing Whoretits aside, I hoisted Jan-NUT up, pressing the fuckdoll's sloppy face into my chest and not even bothering to pull my pants back up. The tripod was still lodged inside her butt and, I thumbed her lime green clit, using it as a sight to find my first target: a bouncing blonde with top knot held in a white bow.

With a rough tug on Jan-NUT's gummy hair, I turned her safety off. Her legs went spread eagle, stretching into a giant “V" and kicking a father in the face on my right. I took aim, one last warm breathe rolling down the valley between her rubber breasts, and I felt her muzzle clench.

The squad performed their final chant, balanced atop one-another.

“CUZ WE ARE THE FLESH DOLLS, THE CUM-COVERED FLESH DOLLS.”

“WE LIE THERE AND TAKE IT, WHILE YOU EMPTY YOUR —“

“Balls,” I whispered.

With a pop of a confetti cannon, I drove my thumbs into her breasts, mauling their pliable flesh as her body convulsed, her tongue flailing wildly in the recoil. Every inch of her body surged with pressure, juicing her plastic form of any excess fluid and increasing the size of my payload by a thousandfold. Hot wet jism surged through the emerald opening between her legs, hitting my chosen cheerleader with the **** of a fire hose. Rotating Jan-NUT like a gattling gun, I spun the gushing nerd, sending pulse after pulse of concussive semen that never seemed to stop. Even from up here, I could hear their screams as I maneuvered Jan-NUT back and forth, pinching her nipples like video game triggers to maintain the spray. The girls were sent sprawling, splashing into the field’s growing puddle of cum and confetti.

By the time she finished squirting, Jan-NUT had lost like 20 lbs. Her dehydrated body folded in on itself, tipping over the tripod that was still screwed in her plastic ass. Wracked with pleasure, she started to babble, no doubt hazy images dancing around her corrupted mind.

"Owner and I are gonna have babies," the girl blathered and burbled. "I wanna raise half-cannon and half-human babies. We can argue over human plans, eat expensive human meals, and load and unload into each other as often as we like. Sometimes we'll switch back and forth to where he is the cannon and I am the shooter. We're going to be married! We're going to be registered! I'm an object, I'm an object, I'm an object, I'm an object..."

Around us parents were rushing to the field, trying to help the crying cheerleaders now coated in bukkake. Dr. Zhang, my favorite mascot operator, had been most unfortunate, turning around before tripping over herself and allowing the cum to spray directly into her costume, white effluvia now leaking from Sucky Sucky's vacant eyes. Tear streaked makeup, jizz soaked pom poms, and especially sticky confetti covered the rest of the girls, who truly never looked more like Cum-Covered Flesh Dolls than they did now.

120 points well spent, I pulled up my pants, grabbed Whoretits by the rump, and went in search of a pretzel. Jan-NUT I just left there, buck naked and stuck to a tripod, figuring she'd make a fine addition to the stadium till the next time I visited and left the cheer squad slipping in ankle-deep cannon fodder once again.