Assembly

One week later

At this point, I’ve had my fair share of fun with everyone but I’m excited for something new to try out. I got the principal, Ms. Lauryn, to order a new set of school uniforms and call an assembly to unveil it to everyone.

I walk through the gym doors and see the entire senior class sitting together on the bleachers. I’ve used so many of these bitches that I just see a bunch of holes waiting to be used. It doesn’t help that they are all wearing the same bland uniforms, stripping them of any sense of individuality.

A random girl that I found in the hall follows behind me carrying my bag. As we get to the center of the gym next to Ms. Lauryn, she puts my stuff down and finds her seat in the bleachers.

Ms. Lauryn is seated in front of a folding table next to dozens of boxes containing the new school uniforms.

“Okay, so I think that’s everyone,” Ms. Lauryn says into the microphone. “Mr. Dexter, would you like to begin?”

“Sure would!” I say in a cheery voice. I don’t even have the microphone but I'm sure the entire gymnasium heard me. Nonetheless, I grab the device from Ms. Lauryn and begin to speak into it to ensure that I have everyone’s attention. “Most of you are probably wondering why we are here--a couple of you may not even know who I am if you have been living under a rock for the last week. In which case, hello! I am Eric and I am your master. Feel free to call me whatever--I’m not really stingy. However, please be aware that I now own you. My needs come before yours. If I say something, you are to do it. Is that understood?”

No one in the audience says anything.

“I said, is that understood? Respond this time. Anything!” I say.

This time, I am met with a series of mumbles of acknowledgement.

“Good, now the reason I have called you all here. You are all probably wondering what we have in these boxes here. To answer that question simply, these are your new school uniforms!” I say. “I know that there was nothing wrong with the old ones, but I just think that these ones are so much more cute. Don’t you agree Ms. Lauryn?”

“Yes I sure do!” she yells, trying her best to make sure that her unamplified voice reaches the mass of people in front of her.

I walk over to one of the boxes and carefully peel off the tape, pulling the lid open shortly after.

Inside is a collection of wrapped black uniforms. On the top of each packaging lays a headband with two bunny ears.

“Ah here we go!” I say as I pull out one of the uniforms folded in a near little square. I hastily tear open the plastic and take out the uniform: a bunny ear headband (as mentioned before), a collared bowtie, black stockings, and a strapless bodysuit that covers nothing above the tits and below the waist (besides the private region, of course).

Yes, the iconic costume from Bunny Girl Senpai. I never watched the anime, but I know enough about porn to know that these things look good on a nice piece of meat.

The crowd before me seems to be giving a mixed reaction. Most of the girls seem to not know what the outfit is and if anything they seem confused by the addition of the bunny ears. The decent percentage of the audience that is able to recognize where the uniform is from (and what it will look like) seem uneasy. And the few with bad eyesight… well they are squinting as they just try and figure out what all the commotion is about. Nonetheless, the girls in front of me need to be quiet.

“Settle down! This is not how women act in the real world!” I say, maybe getting into the principal role a little too deeply. “Now, you are all to be quiet while Ms. Lauryn demonstrates the outfit. Now Ms. Lauryn, get over here and change into this.”

“Um…” Ms. Lauryn says as she gets up and shuffles over. Even in her normal, nonsexualized attire I can tell that her meaty body is just waiting to get out. “Right here? In front of everyone?”

“Yes, right here,” I say. I eye the set of clothes in my hand. “This should be your size.”

“Okay,” she mumbles to me. She grabs the package and heads behind the piles of boxes for some privacy.

“No, stay here,” I say to her as I point to a spot in the ground right in the center of everyone’s vision. I could make this easy on her by making her enjoy this--heck, I could even make her not do it at all--but I still remember how she treated me when I first tried to enroll at this school so I decide to make sure she receives proper treatment at times.

Ms. Lauryn shyly walks to the center of the floor and begins to take off the school uniform that has guarded her sexy body from my eyes for the last thirty seconds. First, she takes off her black coat. The white button up that she wears beneath now looks thinner than ever; from where I am standing I can already see the outline of her bra. Even that undershirt is short-lived; after a moment of hesitation she begins to undo the buttons. Inch by inch, the once conservative collared long-sleeve shirt drops lower into a v-neck until nothing more is holding it up her body besides her own arms.

I walk around for a moment to capture a glimpse of the view that Mrs. Lauyn is presenting to the entire class of 2021. Her legs slightly tremble in a display of weakness as the veils of her button-up fall to her sides like the curtains of a theatre -- in this case the only play being performed was her magnificent set of milkers held tightly to her body by her weak excuse of a bra. Seriously, she walks around like this every day? The poor thing looked about ready to explode from the sheer mass of Ms. Lauryn’s titties. Her poor back! I think she wears a tight bra in an attempt to hide her womanly curves to appear more conservative, but all it does is make her look that much more enticing.

Ms. Lauryn removes her arms from the sleeves of her shirt, allowing it to fall to the ground.

She reaches both of her arms behind her back, her tits jutting towards the crowd as she unhooks the clip of her bra and lets it reunite with her shirt on the ground.

Now, Ms. Lauryn stands before the kingdom of barely legal students that she is supposed to have supreme authority over, wearing nothing more than a skirt. Her massive titties are once again exposed for everyone to see just like the first day I arrived here, only now it is so much better. Not only are her tits exposed, but she isn’t wearing anything on her upper half at all. And this opportunity makes sure everyone (over 18!) on the campus has the pleasure of seeing her bare milk jugs, not only the people that we happen to pass in the hall.

I now walk up to her and, reenacting the many shenanigans that me and my friends pulled on each other when we were youths, pants her--I pull her skirt straight to the floor leaving it wrapped around her now quivering ankles.

I instantly make two observations: 1) the meatyness of Ms. Lauryn’s thighs matches the proportion of thickness of her upper half (meaning that her thighs were meaty in the best possible way) and 2) she isn’t wearing any underwear.

That’s right; now she is standing in front of everyone completely naked.

She uses her hands to cover up her private regions which surprises me. I guess I haven’t had that talk with her yet.

“Ms. Lauryn,” I say as I cover the microphone. She turns to face me. “Don’t cover yourself.”

Instantly, her hands drop to her sides as her private parts are uncovered from their second line of defense. Her bare snatch and tits are in front of the entire senior class and she can do nothing but hope no one takes photos.

This is cool and all, but I have more plans.

“Ms. Lauryn, will you please get into this,” I ask as I hand her the matching assortment of clothes that I now hold.

She takes it from me--the neat pile of clothes I was holding turning into a garbled pile in her arms. She takes a moment to shuffle through the mound of fabric as she meticulously eyes each piece down to the tiniest detail; it is almost as if I can hear her wondering what the fuck she is doing with her life. Like seriously, she’s standing in front of her entire class of subordinates completely naked as she comes to terms with the fact that the outfit that she holds in her arms is somehow more demeaning than wearing nothing at all.

Still, there is nothing she can do but let out a muffled sigh (in order to not let the students see her dissatisfaction with the whole situation) as she becomes my human barbie doll and begins to dress up in whatever the fuck I want her to.

She begins by stepping through the hole of the black one-piece bodysuit. She quickly slides it up her body, somewhat relieved that her tits and cooch is now covered. She then repeats this process with both of her stockings and then fits the white, collared bowtie around her neck. To finish things off, she places the bowtie delicately on her head as if she was doing her best to maintain at least some dignity.

The woman in front of me is now dressed like a girl from a porno. The one piece barely covers her cunt and absolutely none of her legs--it slides between her thighs like some sort of thong. The top portion does an even worse job of hiding her incredible cleavage as her breasts are squished to her body tighter than a horny teenager boy playing with tits for his first time ever.

“Is this to your liking Mr. Dextler?” she asks in a mocking sort of tone. The sassiness in her voice is the one form of rebellion she has against this cruel mental entrapment that she is currently in.

“Yes, see! That wasn’t so bad, was it? Everyone in the stands, make sure to get a good eyeful of your bitch of a principal. Take a photo or two if you’d like,” I say; I see a few flashes from the crowd. I’ve had enough of my fun with Ms. Lauryn, so I decide to make her a little bit more open to this situation. “Ms. Lauryn, you are no longer embarrassed by this. This is all normal. You will go with the flow from now on.”

Instantly, all the tension in her body language vanishes as she becomes cheerful and somewhat peppy--the type of person I would expect at a boring school assembly.

“Everyone else,” I say. “Come down here and change into your new uniforms right out here in the open like your principal just did.”

Instantly, the sea of schoolgirls descends from the bleacher wave by wave. Normally, this kind of distribution operation would require organization and volunteers to hand out packages, but thanks to my encouragement these girls all get by independently without much help. They each walk up to the box labeled with their appropriate size, get a packaged uniform, move away to make room for more people, and finally begin to change.

Girls start to undress in the dozens, disregarding their old (now seemingly bland) schoolgirl uniforms in favor of these much bolder costumes. Costumes isn’t even the right word for this--these aren’t some party city cosplays, they are the high quality shit.

I take a moment to myself to admire my masterpiece. All these fuckable girls just straight up getting naked on the gymnasium floor as they begin the next stage of their slutification. The best part is that these girls still retain everything that make them them. If you go up to them and ask them about their favorite television shows, they would each give a different answer. I’m not overpowering their free wills to make them pure sluts, I am simply enhancing their personalities to my liking.

Within a few minutes, the first wave of whores are dressed in their bunny girl costumes. They return to their seats--an army of identically dressed prostitutes free for my use.

I spin my head as I find Ms. Lauryn standing there in the sea of changing students.

“While the rest of you wait, watch me and Ms. Lauryn’s free entertainment,” I say into the microphone. I am about to use my hands, so I hand the microphone to another girl and speak to her in private. “Take this back to your seat and begin masturbating.”

The girl in question--some nerdy looking red headed broad--takes the microphone and heads back to the bleachers. In a few moments, the gym is filled with the sounds of her moaning as she begins to touch herself in her seat.

I turn my attention to Ms. Lauryn standing there in front of the folding table all pretty like. I love the view but man do I need to get her a larger uniform--this thing is already brimming over as is and she isn’t even moving around yet.

Right now, she is going with the flow… so I can do whatever I want...and this whole thing has gotten me riled up to the point where there is a lot I want to do.

I grab her, turn her towards the table, and bend her over with a type of disrespect that I wouldn’t even show a proper whore. Her wardrobe finally malfunctions as her tits plop free with the **** of her elbows slamming onto the plastic table.

I reach around and grab a handful of her womanly mass--her hot tits shape to the mold of my hungry fingers. Funnily enough, no girl in this entire school has a body half as heavenly as Ms. Lauryn and yet I have never taken the opportunity to actually touch her. I guess having to compete with the perkiness and cuteness of a bunch of youths kind of drowns out the wonderful qualities of a matured body (plus, it’s not like she was going anywhere).

I take my hand back and feel her ass--the outfit doesn’t even cover 90% of her ass cheeks. I am able to have my way with her meaty rump without even the slightest of obstructions. As I violently shake her ass, I bump into the assortment of girls around me who are just trying to get by so that they can also transform into a whorified slut such as the one I am currently groping.

I reach for the small piece of fabric guarding her pussy. Like the world’s worst chastity belt, it moves easily out of the way to reveal her shaven cunt. The thing is already moist to full capacity as a stream of liquid begins to drip down her thigh.

Enough is enough--I am tired of waiting. I whip out my dick and before I can even enjoy the view I am six inches deep in glory.

As I bottom out for the first time, Ms. Lauryn lets out a moan as she grabs the arm of a student next to her and begins to squeeze. As she regains her composure, she lets go of the student allowing them to leave with a red mark still glowing on her arm.

I begin to fuck Ms. Lauryn, and when I say fuck I mean really good too; each of my thrusts are backed by the full power and meaning of my loins. The mass of students around us is bustling with activity, but even through all of their noise the claps of Ms. Lauryn and me can be heard from anywhere in the room.

I grab a random girl in a bunny girl uniform walking back to her seat--she has curly brown hair, a soft face, and hazel eyes. The rest of her features are lost by her willingness to conform with all of the other students. I reach out and grab her tits and quickly notice how tits are supposed to feel in one of these things. She is obviously wearing the right size as I can feel how her breasts are perfectly cupped into place.

She doesn’t react to me groping her, so I must have had some sort of interactions with her in the past week but at this point I really don’t remember.

I tear down her brand new uniform to pull out her tits. I cup her breast in my right hand and Ms. Lauryn’s breast in my left hand. I take note of the slight differences in their characteristics: the composition, softness, size, warmth, nipples… all at my fingertips.

I alternate between violently squeezing every part of their bodies from their tits to their thighs.

I continue to fuck Ms. Lauryn with a passion. I don’t know when, but the rest of the girls (besides Ms. Lauryn and the other girl I am using) have returned to their seats. The gym has fallen quiet besides the echoes of our clapping thighs and the moans of the two girls before me.

In an instant, my dick is ready to go. I feel a surge of energy travel from my waist to the tip of my dick as I shoot a load of semen deep into Ms. Lauryn. I quickly take out my cock as I fire rope after rope of my cum all over the two girls, forever staining their outfits. Keep in mind, I ordered the perfect number of uniforms; there are no extras. The girl I am groping will have to walk around with a torn chest and both of them will be able to show off their cum covered outfits proving that they were good enough to be used.

Of course, the same applies to everyone else. Each and every time I use one of the students at this school, their dress will get worn and worn until eventually they are wearing rags covering nothing.

I let go of the girls as I turn around and face the crowd of innocent-looking teens all dressed up in the same black one-piece showing off their varied legs and cleavages. On top of all of their heads sits the same white bunny ear headbands. They are a fleet of drones--right now shiny and fresh but soon they will all be worn and used.

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