Inspiring a new generation

Tracy smiled, licking her glazed lips while crossing the room looking for her discarded clothes. The taste of her favourite treat made her groan and savoured the moment. Finding her panties she frowned, she was a total cum slut now, and she never knew when her Principal might need access to her pussy. Also now she saw underwear and skirts as such a gross idea…what’s next socks and sandals? Ugh. Tracy licked up more of her treat from the side of her mouth and thought. Well sexy teasing lingerie would be okay in a skirt, but only if you were trying to flash people and show them off.

While the glazed blonde gathered her clothes the wet sounds of two hungry mouths kissing and sucking on the sides of the cock she had just blown began growing louder and more excited. Tracy was jealous, god how much she wanted to rockstar slide across the floor and be the third head at his crotch. Watching him cum fountain on all the blondes, herself in the middle! But she was trying to be a good girl for him and class was starting soon. Normally she would skip math, who honestly cared, but a good girl shows up to all her classes on time.

Unknowingly her eyes flashed pink and her pussy gushed. Moisture leaking suddenly. Fuck…she wished she had time to do more than just suck off the Principal. Her legs trembled for a moment before she bent at the waist, ass facing the man just in case, and grabbed her skirt. Pulling it on Tracy hiked it up, making sure her ass threatened to flash anyone with the simplest of movements. She might have been good, but she was still a slut.

Finding her bra and black tank top she frowned again. What was hotter? Her tits bouncing, free of a bra with her nipples poking out? Or her breasts packaged and presented beautifully with that really nice bra of hers? The young blonde couldn’t help herself and slowly brushed her fingertips up between her breasts to the top of her chest and back down, feeling goosebumps creep up her skin. Her nipples were rock hard! Well they must have been telling her the answer and she folded her best bra up and placed it on Mr. Johnson’s desk as a souvenir. Tracy paused and watched in awe the two blondes licking up and down his now hardening shaft, alternating between up and down and opposite times. It was hypnotic.

Her eyes flashed again, stronger. She needed to fuck, bad! Feel a man dominate her slim frame and fill her with his seed! Right before her was a cock she knew too well now, it would be so easy to just prance on over and leap onto his lap, riding her in her optional schoolgirl skirt. Fuck that would be so hot! But seeing the overly competitive honor students she didn’t have the time to share.

Pulling her tight tank top over her head she looked down and noticed it stretched tightly around her bust. Weird it fit fine before, if not a bit baggy. The blonde grasped her breasts and moaned, they were bigger! And waaaayy more sensitive! Fighting every instinct to melt onto the floor as a horny puddle and play with her new tits she tore her hands away.

The blonde looked at a nearby mirror. Fuck she was hot. Already she was one of the hottest girls in school, a bad bitch. But her ass looked fuller and very plump in her skirt, when she leaned a bit the bottom of her cheeks peeked out. Her new breasts demanded attention, standing at a full and firm C cup on her tall and thin frame. Her face was fairer, hair vibrant. Her eyes a pure blue, with a strange hint of something else. A warm colour that swirled-

The warning bell rang and made her jump, her whole ass saying hello to the world for a moment. “Shit! I only have five minutes! Bye Mr. Johnson! Looking forward to our next…session.” Only two things mattered to her now: getting fucked as soon as possible, and getting to class on time! Running in the halls? Maybe a bit of a danger, and certainly broke the rules. But a skip? Was a grey area and enough for her to half skip half run to class. Each long hop the skirt bounced, a half moon racing through the halls.

Ted, an ex of her’s and total bad boy noticed and grasped her wrist as she went by, “Woah! What’s the rush skank?”

Unable to pull free the blonde teen rolled her eyes, “Fuck of Ted, I don’t have the time for this!” Good girls don’t swear. Damn.

She felt his hungry eyes on her improved form, “Really? And where are you rushing to with no underwear? What’s his name? I’ll beat the shit out of him, after he humiliates himself trying to be as good as I was.”

Tracy sighed, “I’m trying to get to class. You should probably talk to a guidance councillor or therapist about your need to assert dominance and prove yourself. It’s very aggressive and ****. Not a good look.” He was taken aback and she felt thoughts fill her head that terrified her. She was almost at class and nearly out of time. She needed to be good but a well aimed shot to his side would incapacitate him and free her…

He let go and she mumbled, “Thank you, sir.” Before skipping again, forgetting she was flashing her ex on the way out.

“You think you can talk that way and just prance off like a slut?” Ted called unable to catch her again in time. “Sounds like I need to fuck some sense into you again. Make you my little airhead.” The tall, dark bully looked down at his phone and noticed several emails from his student account. “The fuck?”

Heaven on Earth for a horny teen was inside. Lists of different settings that apparently affected people and made them into various forms of horny or sexy. Ted eyed one he knew Tracy needed to hear, bimbo. Turning it on he began walking at a quick pace trying to find the firm cheeks roaming the halls, “Tracy!” Looking back down he saw another and wondered if his multi window would support the programs, also turning on goth. He missed her bad bitch days. A hot badass slut was as good as it got for him.

The hallway seemed bigger as he went. Stumbling awkwardly, feeling unused to his weight. Almost as if he was drunk. His clothes felt tight and it was difficult to breathe. Brushing long black hair from their face, Ted stopped and forgot about Tracy for a moment. “The fuck?” Ted’s hair was incredibly short, so why did it tease all the way down mid back? It felt so full and straight, almost feminine.

Looking down to the phone Ted screamed seeing two pale globes staring back. Since when did they have tits? Shit the programs were working on Ted instead of just women! Admittedly they were huge and looked sexy as hell. They were no longer confined in a baggy t-shirt but a black mostly transparent lace bra with black flower patterns. Ted admired the rose tattoos on her chest rising to her shoulders and assuming her neck. Her pants were mostly leather down the side of each leg tied together by thousands of straps, her crotch clearly tight enough to show a lack of dick, had a zipper down the leather patch. Her dark black hair became a shade that was more white than blonde. Ted…te-…Teri-Teri. Teri felt thick plump lips like she once imagined a bimbo would have. She didn’t see her bright pink lip gloss, her pale skin contrasting with her thick smoky makeup around her eyes, hell she barely noticed her super long eyelashes.

Teri shuddered confused why she was looking at her phone and turned it off. Pink flashed in her eyes and her new pussy moistened. God she knew it was wrong but she needed to break in her new body! And it turned her on even more thinking how wrong it was.

“Excuse me!” A younger, fairly fit teacher stormed up. Eyes roaming the new woman is disbelief, “What are you wearing!? That’s not appropriate.”

Teri’s eyes glowed a rose hue before she smiled and eyed him like her new prey, “Oh hahaha.” God her voice was so velvety and deep, “I wasn’t planning on being appropriate, honey.” She strutted slowly, swaying her new sexy hips in her leather pants finally reaching him and draping her arms around his neck, titling it so he was staring into her canyon of cleavage. “Why don’t you punish me for being such a bad slut?”

Teri giggled feeling his hand on her tight ass and was dragged into an abandoned classroom. The goth bimbo could care less about Tracy anymore.