Art class

Author's note: I made a major change to the normalities in this chapter (essentially rewriting a lot of the end) because it created a plot hole I noticed that is now closed. The way it was written, Caleb's latest normalities would have erased Heather's ****, since Brock would be fine with Heather cheating on him. I changed it so that Brock and his friends are okay with their girlfriends using their bodies to pay for tutoring, but not cheating in general.

Caleb kissed Chris goodbye and headed after Angie to art class. He noticed she hadn't said goodbye to Chris and didn't wait for him either. When he caught up to her, he detected tension in the air as they walked. Angie seemed a little angry, but Caleb couldn't figure out why.

As they rounded the corner to head for the elective hall, Angie pushed him against a wall and gruffly barked, "Do you really want me in your harem? Your not just joking, right?"

Her entire face screamed anger. Everything except her eyes. He caught sight of her watery eyes and saw something else in them. Expectation? Loneliness? Hope? Angie had always been the overly excited, fun loving member of their little group of friends. She brought the silly out in all of them.

He pulled her into a hug and said, "Well, duh. Who am I going to play pranks and silly shit with, if you're not around? Remember the time we took fishing poles to the aquarium, and we got into an argument with security? Or the time in art class when we hung all of our portraits upside down, and insisted they were meant to be viewed standing on our heads? And what about the time we went to that clothing store, and pretended to have arguments with the mannequins? Oh, and the time we took your stuffed unicorn to the vet. Or my favorite, back in 5th grade when we put blue Gatorade in a bottle of glass cleaner and took turns spraying it into each others mouths. We got suspended for that one."

He ran his hands up and down her arms gently as he crossed his eyes, tilted his head to the side, and said, "I don't just want you in my harem. I need you. Without you, I'll go sane."

"You mean it?" At his nod, she came back in for another hug and said, "Well ok then. But next time we vacuum the lawn, and mop the sidewalk, we're using YOUR mom's stuff."

He chortled, "Dang, I forgot about that one. Man was your mom pissed."

"-So you have until the Friday after next to decide what you want to create, and complete your signature work. Your signature piece should say something about you as an artist. We will be displaying your creations in the gym on that Saturday. Remember, it can be anything you like, be it a drawing, a painting, a sculpture, or a simple piece of pottery." Ms. Hart had a habit of walking around the room as she spoke. It came from her constantly checking on her young artists.

She put her hand on Angie's shoulder and continued, "Angie here is probably going to create some sort of panel art, or even a comic book. Her art wants to tell you a story. That is immensely difficult to do well, but that kind of art comes from her very soul. Show me what art is in your souls."

"This counts as thirty percent of your grade for the quarter. You will be graded on the the uniqueness of your piece, as well as the detail. You have to be able to tell us about your piece. What inspires your art? What difficulties did you face in creating it? What matters is not how good it is, but how much of you that you put into it."

"A few years ago a student made a bouquet of flowers out of fondant and pastry sugar displayed in a simple vase she made. Even though the detail was a bit off, and the design was rather plain, I gave her an A because she showed us what was in her heart. She is currently working in a bakery and, now that she has a few years of experience behind her, her wedding cakes are simply wonderful to see. That said, If any of you present an ashtray or a plain bowl, well, lets just say you won't be happy with your grade."

"Now, for the rest of class you may talk amongst yourselves. Toss ideas back and forth and see what your fellow artists think. If you already know what you want to make, you may start it at any time."

Angie immediately got out her drafting board, paper, pencils and pens. It looked to Caleb like Ms. Hart was dead on with her prediction. Kathy set up a painting easel next to Angie. He saw that a small group of girls had gathered around the two, and they quickly began discussing their options. He went to speak with the teacher.

He waited until she had dealt with the various students with questions, and then said, "Ms. Hart, can I ask you a favor?"

"What is it that you need Caleb?" She said. Her panties would already be wet, if she were wearing any. Lily Hart was a very horny woman. She loved to suck dick, she loved to eat pussy and be eaten, and she loved getting fucked either by a cock or a strap-on. She hadn't gone longer than two days without some form of sex in her entire adult life. She didn't believe in long term relationships, but she had a long list of friends that she could call to quench her hot lusty pussy. Many of the names on that list were former students.

Over her years as a teacher she had never once slept with a student until long after they graduated, even though the temptation was there. However, the rules against students and teachers fraternizing do not apply to a Stretcher King. She would gladly strip naked and ride him right now if he asked. She had heard about the orgy in the teachers lounge, the whole school had by now, and cursed herself for being in the art supply room masturbating at the time. Her needy pussy was demanding attention just being near him, but not a hint of her desire showed on her face. She had many years of experience controlling her lust, and now was not the time to give in. Unless he asked, of course.

"Well ma'am, I want to do a group portrait using the photo technique you taught us, but I don't want anyone to see it till it is done. I was hoping you could help me keep the others eyes off it," he said. He thought this would be an excellent time to do an experiment with the watch by creating another normality to test its abilities.

"Well of course we can do that. It's not the first time someone has wanted to wait till they were done to show off their work. We can set you up in a corner facing the room and put some painters cloths up to keep out prying eyes. But Caleb, I hope you don't mind me saying, your portraits were... well... not your best work. I think your landscapes show a lot of promise. Are you sure you want to do this? After all, this is a significant portion of your grade."

She said the last part as a test for her student. If he truly wanted to do a portrait, even knowing they were not very good, that would say a lot about him. A willingness to present a piece, even though it was not his best work, would show that he put more of himself into it than taking the easy route she presented to him could ever do.

He replied, "I know it might not be very good, but you want us to show you what's in our hearts, what inspires us. The portrait I have in mind is exactly that."

She smiled at what he said, and decided that no matter how bad the portrait turned out, he just earned himself a passing grade.

As Caleb headed to the gym for his last class of the day he found his path blocked. It looked like half the cheerleading squad were barring his way. A glance behind him showed that there were several more coming up behind him. They closed in around him, leaving only one direction to go. The door to an unoccupied classroom was the only unblocked path. Sensing it was a trap, he held his ground. It would be better for this confrontation to take place in the halls with other students nearby, than be alone in a classroom with nearly a dozen cheerleaders.

He spotted Christie, Heather's best friend and the number two among the bully girls, most of whom were also cheerleaders. Looking around, he figured all of their clique were present. However, Christie hung back. Instead, it was Kesha that stepped forward, the cheerleader he turned down for a stretching earlier in the day.

"What can I do for you ladies?" Caleb kept his tone neutral. No sense in antagonizing these bitches. He needed to get this over with quickly, before the halls emptied and he no longer had any witnesses.

Kesha thrust her sizable chest out and nastily said, "We hear you've been stretching girls all over school, and handing your cum out like it's candy. We want some, cock AND candy."

The way she said it simply pissed him off. These entitled bitches thought they owned the school. Well there was a new King in town. He snarkily replied, "Why the hell should I give you girls anything? What could possibly motivate me to do anything for you?"

She laughed and said, "What are you? Gay? The hottest bitches in the school all want a ride on the Cal-train and you turning them down? Besides you owe us. It's your fault Heather got did the way she was. If it wasn't for you, she'd be right here with us."

Caleb caught sight of Christie wincing when Heather's name was brought up. He already struggled with a bit of guilt, wondering if what happened to her was due to the normalities he created with the watch.

But that was a something to contemplate later. He stood tall and calmly said, "I didn't do anything to Heather. I haven't spoken to her in years. But you're right about one thing. You're all bitches, but you for damn sure ain't the hottest girls in school. I've already added three of the hottest women in school to my harem. I've got the next one already lined up, and have an idea for a few more."

Suddenly he had an idea that could very well solve several problems at once. He smiled wickedly. He proposed, "But you know what, I'll forgive you shitheads for all your bullying of my friends, and give you what you want, if your willing to obey a few conditions."

Kesha leaned toward him and angrily said, "How bout this, we'll just take what we want, hmmm?"

Christie finally spoke up when she exclaimed, "Cuz you'll die, you idiot! You can't **** a Stretcher King to have sex, or give you his cum. If his cum doesn't kill you, the cops will."

In her anger, Kesha had forgotten that **** or **** a Stretcher King was punishable by ****, and that was if you survived his cum turning poisonous. The best outcome in that scenario was if the cops shot you. If they took you alive, it was **** by ****, or the rotting of your body as his cum slowly killed off your internal organs.

Suddenly fearful, she took an involuntary step back and said, "S.. so what do you propose?"

The look in her eyes told him he had won that round. He leered at her, "First, the bullying around school ends right now. I so much as hear a hint that you bitches are back to your old ways, and this deal is totally off. You won't get a damn thing from me, ever. And that goes for your shithead boyfriends too. You don't want to be held responsible for their actions, then you dump the offender and ostracize him. You all will treat him like the lowest piece of shit on the planet from that day forward."

He he leaned towards Kesha and sweetly stated, "Now, the deal is my buddy Zack needs to get laid. No, not just laid. He needs a blowjob... Daily. Yeah, that's it. We'll make this a competition. He gets one blowjob per day, and not from the same girl every time either. I get a picture every day as proof. I want to see his cum in the girls mouth, or on her face or tits. Zack gets to be the judge. Once per week the girl that gives the best blowjob gets stretched and fucked by me. I'll even give you girls an entire load of cum each week as a reward. But he gets to fuck the winner at least once before and after I stretch her."

"So what's it going to be? Deal?" He smirked at them.

"What the fuck? You want us to cheat on our boyfriends with the fart boy? No fucking way!" Kesha exclaimed.

Caleb was not amused that they still called Zack 'fart boy'. One day in middle school he laid an especially loud and smelly fart in the halls. Caleb found it hilarious at the time, still did for that matter, but the nickname had stuck.

He put the finishing touches on his plan, looking down at the watch and setting it for 12:30. That would make the normalities he was about to create affect the past as if things had always been that way. Then he looked up at them and began to speak, "I don't see what the problem is. The rumor around school is it's normal for you girls to pay for tutoring and stuff with your mouths, tits, pussies, and even your asses. Heck, normally your jock boyfriends don't do shit about you paying with your bodies, because they don't want to lose any of you. Normally you also offer your boyfriend's bullying victims your bodies, because you all love cuckolding the male bullies. Normally you tell your boyfriends that you let their victims fuck you because you have to keep their victims quiet to keep your boyfriends from getting in trouble, and they believe you."

He saw the cheerleaders indignation at his proposal melt away as reality shifted. He felt his watch heating up, but not any more than the last time he spewed out a bunch of normalities all at once. The new normalities would only effect the students at the school, not everyone in the world.

To tie up loose ends he said, "One last thing. If you girls miss giving Zack his daily blowjob, then the next day, Zack gets to fuck whichever one of you he wants as compensation, and he still gets that days blowjob as well. If you break any of these rules, the deal is off."

They agreed to his proposal, and let him go.