Gauntlet

Somewhat to my disappointment, more of my classmates waiting for me are boys instead of girls, but that makes no difference to the challenge controlling my actions... and theirs.

"Hello Alice." Arch, rub, stifled groan.

"Good morning, Alice," Arch, gentle nipple rub, bit lip.

Over and over it repeats. Cathy, Bob, Dennis, Bobby, Ronda, Rick, Jonathan, Will, Mike, Robert, (Yes, the senior class had three Roberts in it.) and so many more. Even David, the most anti-social person in the class greets me, although I find myself offering my tits in response to his customary grunt instead of a hello, and I actually offer arch my back at Ronda before she says 'hi.' Each person matches their caress, squeeze, pinch, and/or pull to whatever my breasts want at the time, and I can't really control my breathing by the time I finally get to the door.

I check my phone quick for the time, and I head for the restroom to take a minute to compose myself before heading to home room. But first principal Weston tells me good morning, and the forty-ish auburn-haired woman cups my breasts from beneath and gives me a good squeeze with a lingering pinch and pull on my nipples. When I get to the bathroom, I open the Custom Girls app and hit the ? icon to contact Jane.

"What the hell was that? Are custom challenges all set to 'aware' or something? How did everyone know how to grope me? And what's up with the whole 'retroactive' thing? I text.

But rather than a text response, my phone changes to show the succubus, in all her naked gray-skinned glory, and she speaks to me out loud.