Eric Dextler - Enrollment

“Sir, this is an all female institution. I am sorry, but we just cannot allow admission to a male student. It just would not make any sense,” the headmaster says.

She is wearing the mandatory school uniform--a black coat over a white collared t-shirt, a dark blue skirt, and a pair of knee-high socks.

Her body is not super athletic or skinny, but that’s not to say it isn’t worth looking at. She has been gifted with a nice meaty body with a pair of tits that protrude well past her chest line. Her thighs look like they could crush a watermelon. I know that if I really wanted to watch her ass jiggle with the pounding of my cock I could.

Despite all of this fap material sitting in front of me, all I can think about is how she is honestly such a bitch. The fact that I used to just have to sit down and take this kind of treatment before I discovered my _gift _is honestly quite sad. I’ve wasted so many years of my life as an outcast in a lower class household just because I don’t fit into society’s standards of “nice” when in reality I could’ve been treated as a king. All I have to do is think it and I can manipulate the thoughts of those around me.

“What did you say?” I ask, toying with my food.

Through my telepathic powers, I feel around the deepest nooks and crannies of her mind.

“I said…” the words seem to stall out of her mouth. She doesn’t know it, but I already have her within my grip. “This is an all female institution.”

“It’s funny that you think I care,” I say.

I feel her mind momentarily slip away from my grasp.

“SIR!” she yells, but I quickly re-establish the neural bridge from her mind to mine. “We would love to have such a highly esteemed student such as yourself at United Charter School.”

She lets out a small smile.

“Oh, I’m glad that we are on the same page,” I say.

I send a thought command to the headmaster’s mind and she starts to unbutton her blouse.

“Say, what was your name again?” I ask her.

“Oh, it’s Ms. Marth,” the principal says as she undoes the last button holding back her large chest. Her bra clad tits sprout out from the cavity created in her shirt.

Just to think, this whole school is swarming with girls younger and hotter than Ms. Marth and they are all at my disposal.

“Ms. Marth?,” I say. The principal responds with nothing more than a pair of confused eyes, as if she didn’t exactly understand what I was saying. “You don’t look like a Ms. Marth. You look more like a Lauryn. Yeah! Lauryn! That’s what you’ll go by.”

“What? You can’t just decide that my name is Lauryn. Plus, I am an adult, young man. You call me by my last name with some respect…-,” Lauryn says. She seems to pause right after saying that. I have already changed her mind on the subject. “Yes, Lauren it is.”

She reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra, allowing her tits to plop out and hang towards the floor.

“Alright Ms. Lauren,” I say. “Where will I be staying?”

“Hm, since you’re a boy, it wouldn’t be right to put you with the other girls. There is one room where we could accommodate yo-” she says as I cut her off.

“Where do the hottest girls stay?” I ask.

“Huh?” she seems caught off guard. “Sir! These are students!”

“I said... where do the hottest girls stay!?” I decide to reiterate myself. “You know, the girls with the nicest asses? Nicest faces? Perky tits? You will tell me right now.”

She seems to calm down.

“Oh the hottest girls huh?” she says as she kneads her breasts between her fingers. “They would be in the second story of the B wing.”

“Alright, that’s where I’ll be staying,” I say. I make sure that

“Oh no, we can find a more secluded spot for you away fr-” she says.

“I don’t think so Ms. Lauren”. I snap my fingers.

“Oh? Um… okay. I’ll call the dorm manager and make the accommodations,” she says as she picks up her phone.

After a few minutes on the phone, she walks me out of her office and towards my new room.

“Pleasure to have you aboard,” Ms. Lauryn says. We enter the hallway full of pupils dressed in school uniforms similar to the one that Lauryn is… was wearing. “As you can see, we don’t normally accept new students. Especially not males who have already graduated highschool previously.”

She was right. This was just the senior wing of the school, but my out-of-placeness was obvious to everyone around us. However, they paid less mind to me and more to the fact that their strict, powerful principal was walking around the place with her fat tits literally falling out of her shirt.

Of course, none of them dare say anything that might come off as disrespect or insubordination.

I can tell that Lauryn is embarrassed, but she does nothing to cover herself. I have the power to let her redress or to even make it so that other students don’t think anything of the sight, but I remember how bitchy Ms. Lauryn is and decide to make her repay her debts. I make those around her just aware enough to notice her exposed state but not enough to make a big deal out of it.

It doesn’t take long before we reach the wing that I will supposedly be staying in. As we enter, the fact that this is where all of the “hotties” stay is pretty believable as all of the girls seem to be a seven out of ten or up. Without having to worry about the presence of possibly perverted men, the dress code seems to be pretty relaxed. Even though the students had to wear a uniform, they still had enough up to their own discretion (even more so without having to worry about what men think of them). Low cleavage, high skirts, exposed shoulders, stockings--these girls have taken the opportunity to express themselves to a whole new level.

“Alright ladies,” I call to everyone in the dormitory hallway. I am met with a series of confused looks as they wonder what I am doing in an all girls dormitory. It was rare for someone of my gender to make it this far into school territory before the cops have been called, nonetheless for said someone to feel comfortable enough to address everyone in the hall in such a demeaning way.

Wanting to avoid any confusion, Ms. Lauryn butts in.

“Hello students! Please welcome our newest member to the school. This is Eric Dextler and he has recently transferred into our school. We all remember how scary our first day has been so please show him a warm welcome,” she says.

That doesn’t seem to answer anyone's question. If anything, now people are just wondering why Ms. Lauryn's chest is completely exposed. Again like I said before, I make the girls in the room feel like they can’t ask or act out on the sight.

“I’ll be staying here from now on,” I say. The only reply apparent is a series of confused stares; some even seem to be waiting for Lauryn to talk me off and escort me off campus. I continue on, but I make sure to be more convincing this time. “...so don’t be alarmed if you start to see me around because I am a normal student. If anything, you should treat me better than your normal peers”

The looks on their faces seem to drop back to normal as I make sure that they accept my words as truth.

Yes, mhm, uh huh, of course, that makes total sense I hear murmured around the room.

“Alright, I’m glad everyone is on board. Now, it’s just a matter of finding which room you will be staying in,” Lauryn says.

I am about to speak up but I am cut off by caucasion girl standing in her doorway. Decently tall and blonde, a basic white girl. She stands with a sense of confidence that comes off more arrogant than anything, as if she knows how hot she is--and she isn’t exactly wrong. Even through her uniform, I can tell that her body must be magnificent. She is a lot thinner than the headmaster, but she is generously proportioned in her chest and rear.

“Well, you can take Cathy’s spot. I would love to have you,” she says as she looks over to the shorter Asian girl standing behind her. Despite the fact that the one speaking is being nice to me and offering to be my roommate, I can hear a sense of bitchiness behind her voice that she probably directs to everyone who gets on her bad side. If she weren’t trying to kiss up to the new student that she subconsciously wants to “treat better than her normal peers,” I would probably see that side of her.

“You, what’s your name?” I ask as I look at the blonde standing before me. Of course, a lady of such presumably prestigious background has no reason to respond to such a rudely worded question, however I make her inclined to reciprocate.

“My name is Alice, sir,” she says. Her hands shoot to her mouth as she wonders why she felt obligated to call me sir.

“Hm Alice… why do you feel so inclined to volunteer Cathy without even asking her?” I ask. Cathy stands behind her with a look of shock on her face. She looks scared that someone else is standing up for her as if she will have to face some future social repercussion for it. “And be 100% truthful.”

I quickly add on that last part when I remember how dishonest students can be. Suddenly, Alice seems to relax as she begins to speak truly free for the first time in her life.

“Well so basically, everyone here kind of teases Cathy--well I say tease but it’s really more harsh than that. We basically give her shit for everything she does because… well it’s just funny. It started because I really wanted to dorm with someone cool and exciting but all Cathy does is study all day. She’s SOOOO boring. Sometimes I feel bad, like she’ll probably graduate without ever getting a boyfriend, but it’s whatever. Basically she is like totally annoying and it would be super funny if she got ki-” she keeps rambling on but I’ve heard enough.

“Alice, you sound like a total bitch,” I say. She seems taken back by my bluntness. This must be the first time in her life that someone has stood up to her or something because she is at a total loss for words. “How about this. Until I say so, you’re Cathy’s personal slut, okay? Whatever she says goes. How about that Cathy?”

I look at the petite, shy-looking asian girl that has been silent until now.

“Um… me?” she says as she points to herself.

“Yeah you,” I say.

“Uhh sir… I appreciate it, it’s just that I don’t-” she lets out as she stumbles over her words.

“You don’t like women?” I say, finishing her thought.

“Exactly,” she says, just glad that I was able to understand what she was trying to say.

“Well, I don’t care. You will use Alice and you will enjoy it,” I command as I stare deep into Cathy’s dark brown eyes.

“Oh… of course,” Cathy says with a new sound sense of confidence and excitement found from the fact that she no longer has to make her own choices. I am forcing her to enjoy her newly found power over her once oppressor.

“Now,” I say.

“Yes! Alright!,” Cathy says as she turns around and sits on the foot of her bed. She lifts up her skirt and repositions her panties to the side. She turns her attention towards Alice. “Alice, come here and um-”

This is like the third time I have had to cut off this girl.

“Cathy, talk dirty,” I say.

The shy looking girl pauses and blushes, as if this was the most embarrassing thing I have requested of her despite the fact that she is exposing her pussy to anyone in view of her doorway. Still, she surprises me.

“Alice, come here you little slut and lick my clit,” Cathy commands.

Alice looks conflicted but she ultimately walks over to the foot of the bed and gets on her stocking-covered knees like a good girl. She looks as if she wants to speak, but she hasn’t been told to. Instead, she simply brings her face closer and closer to Cathy’s cunt until she finally does what she has been commanded to do: she licks the clit presented to her.

Soon, the quiet dorm is filled with the soft moans of Cathy and Alice--Cathy moaning from physical pleasure and Alice moaning from the satisfaction of pleasing her new owner.

The other girls in the room whisper to each other from the sight; I even see a few take out their cameras and begin to record. To them, this is not viewed as an act of perversion. They are not watching because they are in shock or grossed out by the lewdness of the situation. They are treating the entire situation as if Alice was caught doing only a mildly embarrassing act.

“You other girls,” I call out to everyone. “Everyone here is to alternate my chores. I want my clothes to be cleaned as soon as they hit the floor. I want my trash thrown away as soon as I am done with it. And if I ask for a blowjob, you better be begging to be the one to give it. Do you all understand?”

My words sit in the air for a moment as they sink in. Such rude and outlandish demands, yet the girls standing around the hall nod in agreement.

“As for which room I will be staying in, it doesn’t fucking matter--I’ll probably be spending a few nights with all of you here and there. Just keep your doors open at all times and dress for bed as if you are expecting me. And you don’t care if any of us see each other naked, that’s just the way things are,” I say.

The various pieces of young flesh murmur and acknowledge my demands. Of course, I didn’t direct them to take any action right now, but I know when the time comes they will obey.

“Ahem... Mr. Dextler,” the principal bitch says from my side, her tits still freely hanging in the open air. “Is it really necessary to dictate how these women dress at night?”

“Of course it is,” I say. “Matter of fact, we’ll need to make a few more changes to the school dress code. Hm… it’d be pretty hard to get three thousand new uniforms in such short notice so I’ll have to pull a few strings to get the order in. Just wait for me in your office until I am ready.”

I notice a pupil standing by herself still staring at Alice sucking on Cathy’s pussy.

“And take her,” I say as I point to the student. “You two sixty nine or something for the rest of the day. You better be like that when I get there. As for me, I have a class to attend.”

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