The Girls Of Slut Class Get A Makeover

Alternate Chapter Title: I Hope You Like Images!

"Oh my god, America!" Kamala exclaimed. "What happened? That outfit is fire! You look like a total slut!" She said with the utmost sincerity

"Thanks, chica!" America replied with a bright smile, taking Kamala's words as a compliment. "Just doing my best to please Mr. Daily."

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America's lovely body was bared in all of it's glory, the superpowered Latina clad in only an American flag bikini and a pair of Daisy Duke cut-off jean shorts. The girl also fully leaned into her namesake, painting her nails in red and blue with white star decals, as well as streaks of red, white, and blue in her bangs. She looked like a stripper set to perform on the Fourth of July, but the formerly skeptical girl was sunny and beaming, happy to flaunt her athletic, curvy body.

And that wasn't the only thing America was happy with, as she eyed Kamala, leering at her friend. "Hmm, and you look good, too, Kamala. Damn, that outfit is perfect for you and your massive ta-tas..."

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"Thanks, baby." Kamala giggled, shimmying her hips and waist to emphasize her killer curves, her embiggened physique highlighted perfectly by the infamous Miss Marvel black swimsuit leotard. "Don't know why Carol ever stopped wearing this. It's so fucking sexy..."

America pulled Kamala into her grasp, hands quickly exploring her friend. "You're fucking sexy..." she purred, before the two embraced, kissing, making out. All in front of class, without any shame whatsoever. Not that any of the other girls were bothered by America and Kamala's actions or outfits. For the others, it was perfectly alright for the two friends and teammates to openly tongue wrestle in front of everyone. As for their slutty outfits, well... that just meant they fit in with everyone else.

"When next we reconvene, I want you ladies to change things up. The sexy schoolgirl thing is a great look, but there's so much more you sluts can be doing. So, next class, you don't have to wear your uniforms. Instead, wear something sexy. An outfit, a costume, anything, really! So long as you personally pick it out, it screams 'you', and you look absolutely smoking hot in it."

Those words were Rob's last command to his class of loyal school-slaves at the end of Friday's class. As such, all of the girls spent their weekend trying to come up with the hottest, sexiest, sluttiest outfits possible, all to impress their teacher with their creativity and initiative, and to impress him with their bodies, seduce him, in order to ensure they were picked to be his sex slaves.

Class had yet to begin, all of the girls - even Kamala - having shown up early to flaunt their bodies and clothes in a game of one-upmanship, to size up their competition, and enjoying the bodies of their classmates, as putting all of these hormone-addled young women in skimpy outfits in a confined space for any amount of time sent their libidos into overdrive.

"So... what are you to suppose to be?" Sasha asked Amity and Luz, the two girlfriends unable to keep their hands or lips off each other, much like Kamala and America. Though, Sasha had already had her share of fun with Anne and Marcy this morning, so she couldn't plead innocence, either.

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"Uh, duh, we're undead brides." Luz said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "We coordinate our outfits, Sash." As if that were the issue Sasha was having.

Amity sighed, shaking her head, explaining to the witnesses in a gentle manner. "I wanted to be a maid and her mistress, but Luz insisted we do something 'unique'." Amity motioned to their bridal lingerie, spattered in fake bloodstains, and to their heavily made-up faces. "So, we're sexy corpse brides instead of sexy regular brides."

"Yeah, but that's what makes it fun!" Luz countered, kissing her girlfriend in a plying, apologetic manner. "We're still super sexy, and we stand out! After all," she cast a critical glare to Sasha, plus Anne and Kim, "we can't all be cheerleaders, right?"

Indeed, the three of them were in traditional cheerleader gear - crop tops and miniskirts and thigh-high socks. Kim was in purple and yellow, Sasha and Anne done up in matching pastels of pink, white, and blue. Or, rather, Anne would be matching, if she hadn't already lost her top due to Sasha and her busy, busy hands.

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Sasha huffed, hands and pompoms on her hips. "Well, it would be better if someone stuck to theme we had agreed on!" The blonde fumed and glared daggers at Marcy, who only giggled and winked at her friend.

"I mean, yeah, but come on, Sash! Asian maid? How could I resist?"

Marcy spun about in place, causing her skirt and petticoats to flare out, showcasing her stocking-clad legs, before she gave a deep curtsy to anyone looking, as well as the nonexistent cleavage she possessed. Sasha blushed and turned away, grumbling under hear breath that Marcy had a point...

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"Now, girls, let's not bicker and criticize each other." Hermione stepped in, taking the role of mediator upon herself. "That will be for Master to do." Her and the other three Hogwarts girls went with the "if it ain't broke, don't fix it" approach, once more donning the corset and leather skirt number they wore for their date night with Rob. "Though, personally," she then said with an air of superiority about her, "I think we've got in the bag."

Ginny quickly agreed, throwing an arm around Hermione's waist. "Hell yeah, slut!" A smack on the butt and Hermione's smugness vanished with a squeal. "We're hot, we're sexy, we're coordinated, and we're original." Green eyes fell upon the others. "Maids, cheerleaders... some of you aren't even trying, are you?"

"Ginny, I just said no fighting..." Hermione whined, but Ginny just ignored her, the redhead finding a better use for Hermione's mouth.

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Elsewhere, some of the other girls were also obsessing over the outfit of others, but without any sort of the jealousy and cattiness that possessed girls like Sasha and Ginny. Instead, Haru could not stop gushing over Makoto's outfit, verbally or physically.

"Oh, Mako-chan~ I love this outfit! It shows off just how sexy your body is!"

"Hmm, Haru-chan, st-stop! It's embarrassing! You're even worse than all those men catcalling me on the walk to school..."

"But who could resist these big, sexy breasts, sweetie?"

Pale titflesh was clenched and squeezed beneath the surprising strength of Haru's dainty hands, lewdly groping Makoto before Chie and Yukiko. Despite her strength, Makoto only squirmed feebly against Haru, blushing and moaning. With how frenzied Haru's groping was, it was a miracle Makoto hadn't experience a wardrobe malfunction yet, her curvy and muscular body dressed in an erotic version of her Phantom Thief costume - essentially a lowcut leather corset, with gloves and boots covering almost the entirety of her limbs.

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"You honestly shouldn't be so squeamish, Makoto." Yukiko said, watching Haru and Makoto play with a smile that was both amused and hungry. "You do have a wonderfully sexy body and that outfit is perfect! Mr. Daily will be sure to love it.

The traditional Japanese heiress was clad in a kimono, though there was nothing traditional about her outfit. Low cut to show off her massive tracks of land, easily matching Makoto's own bust, and a high slit to show off creamy, luscious legs, further extenuated by her platform sandals.

"Hey!" Chie pouted from Yukiko's side.

"Oh, don't worry, Chie." Yukiko giggled. "You look lovely as well. Not to mention, watching Haru and Makoto is giving me ideas..." Yukiko's smile turned naughty, red creeping along her snow white complexation. Chie herself turned red, too, almost drooling in anticipation.

Chie once more wore a green qipao, similar to what she wore for the fashion show she and others held for Rob in the previous weeks. It was the perfect look for the martial artist, and was plenty sexy too, with the dress showing off equally as deep cleavage as Yukiko, and the slit skirt showing off equally as much leg as Yukiko, too.

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"And you, Haru," Yukiko then said. "You're so cute, too!"

By this time, Haru was nibbling on Makoto's earlobe, her hands almost drifting below her friend's waist. Yukiko's comment cause her to stop, smiling proudly back at her friend before retreating from Makoto. "Why thank you so much, Yukiko." She clutched her plaid skirt and curtsied, politely. "I was debating over a few looks, but figured something both cute and sexy fit my perfectly." She posed, hand placed under her chin, alighting her features with a haughty, noble expression. "Lovely sweetheart meets sexy femme fatale, don't we agree, Mako-chan?"

Makoto, on her knees and rubbing her body, mumbled something incomprehensible in response.

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Part ballerina, part schoolgirl, part noble temptress, Haru's unique outfit served to highlight her innocent face and her sinful body, the dichotomy of the two only making the Phantom Thief known as Noire all the more alluring... and dangerous. But not to her soon-to-be Master, but of course. Haru was more than content to play with others, quickly going back to molesting Makoto, all to the delight of Yukiko and Chie, her captive audience.

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Much like Kamala was proudly strutting around in her sexy Miss Marvel costume, all of the other superhero students Rob possessed were clad in sexy, slutted-up version of their usual outfits, meant less to protect or inspire confidence and hope and more to entice and inspire lust and desire.

"Oh, friend Raven! Your outfit is, as the human nonliteral metaphor states, to die for!" Starfire was so lost in her cheer, she began to hover above the ground, orange-skinned breasts slipping free from the thin strips of her harness-like bikini.

"Mm, thanks Star..." Raven muttered, turning away. She only cared what Master thought of her sheer mesh bodysuit, not Star. But, she had to admit, recently, she was finding Starfire's cheer and affections more tolerable. The alien girl was beautiful, the half-demon heroine was realizing, maybe the could have some fun if they both ended up in Master's harem...

"You look good, too, I guess..." Was Raven's noncommittal reply, burying her feels. It was still enough to earn a squeal of joy from her friend and partner.

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"And you are looking most slutty, too, friend Megan." Star turned to Megan, beaming just as brightly. Megan blushed as well, cutely, more out of inadequacy than anything else.

"Thank, Star." Megan shied away, rubbing one of her arms. "I admit, I feel a little lackluster compared to some of the other girls. My outfit is nothing special. Thank goodness I'm a shapeshifter..." Almost unconsciously, she inflated her bust, stretching the material of the red and black leotard she was clad in. The cut and coverage wasn't all too dissimilar to something Raven would wear when in her right state of mind, so Megan had reason to feel put-out. Fortunately, in addition to her powers, she had thought to accessorize with a pair of fuck-me stilettos.

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Gwen (Stacy), the Irresistible Spider-Woman stood off by herself, a loner in the corner, the sole Marvel girl by herself, even as Kamala and America played with each other. She smirked to herself, sizing up the competition. Sure, she lacked the busty, hyper-sexualized body some of the girls had, but within her white and black Spider-Woman costume, her lithe form cut a killer figure. And it didn't help that her suit was so tight, anyone could tell she wasn't earing anything beneath it - pierced nipples standing erect against the fabric, puffy pussy lips engorged beneath it and seeking attention. Between that and her flexible body, she was certain she would win over Rob without a set of titanic tits.

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Her eyes flicked across the room, finding GoGo Tamago standing in a similar position, face wearing a similar expression, as she rested by herself in an opposite corner. The shortstack Asian girl wore a leather bodysuit, intricately crafted to possess both a plunging neckline, revealing cleavage as it sharply descended all the way to her navel, as well as being backless, showcasing her taut back and shoulder muscles, ending at the crack which crowned her dump truck ass. GoGo gave Gwen a nod and a knowing smirk, to which Gwen coolly returned it.

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"Miiiinaaaa! Stop! I - oh FUCK - ugh... they're super sensitive..."

"I just can't help it. You look so sexy, Jiro. Everyone looks so sexy! It's turning me on so much!"

Jiro grunted and panted, biting her lip, as her friend continued to poke and prod her nipples with the hard jacks that tipped the tendrils extending from her earlobes. "At least use your own hands, for crying out loud..." The punky heroine whined, clenching her thighs together from another surge of heat. Her complaints only served to drive Mina on even further.

All four of the MHA girls wore their iconic hero outfits, perfectly sluttified to show off the busty. oversexed bodies Rob had given them. Mina's lovely pink skin was bared for all to see, as her curves and breasts were stuffed into a thin leotard. Kendo, like Chie, was also clad in a tight qipao, so short she would show off her butt and thighs if she bent even half-over. Tsu's wetsuit-like hero outfit was no split down the centre, giving everyone a perfect view of her massive froggy tits. And for Kyoka Jiro, her punk rock "civie spandex" costume had become a pair of tight leather pants, a thin top beneath her cropped jacket, and platform heel boots, everything so tight it may have been painted own, giving everyone an eyeful of her big, jiggling ass, her thick thighs, and her huge, non-canonical bust.

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But Jiro wasn't the only one being molested, and Mina wasn't the only one getting handsy with their friends. Like the pink-skinned girl, both Kendo and Tsu were overtaken by the lustful fever infecting their friend, so delighted to be flaunting their delicious bodies in their new outfits, so happy to see what everyone else was wearing, and so excited about their future prospects as slaves and heroines.

While Mina groped Jiro, Kendo pressed herself behind Mina, one of her fingers enlarged via her Quirk. Having pushed aside the thin strip of fabric covering Mina's groin, Kendo slid her giant finger - practically a dildo - in and out of Mina's soaking wet slit.

"You should get use to this, Jiro." Kendo advised her friend over the moans they were making. "When we become professional heroine-whores, I bet you'll have lots of men wanting to play with your breasts and your jacks." Kendo's breath hitched for a second, as she felt the skin on her hand tingle. It felt so hot. She was wondering if Mina's Quirk was mixing some sort of acid into her pussy ejaculate - something harmless and benign. Her nerve endings were burning, but in a good way, almost like an aphrodisiac.

Tsu, meanwhile, had her froggy tongue fully extended, sliding the slimy appendage around various bodies, getting a taste of everyone. The muscular pink lash had already gotten her a mouthful of pussy juice from her three friends, so now the frog heroine sat back and watched the show, tongue wrapped around her breasts and tummy almost like a shibari, coating her sensitive skin with her own saliva.

"We should do everything we can to become the best heroes and sluts we can be." Tsu agreed, her voice thick and slobbery as she spoke around her tongue. Speaking of, Mina had currently paused on tormenting Jiro, spinning her friend about to make out with her, as Kendo fingered both of them. "We owe it to Master to learn and perfect are fundamentals."

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Typically, Wednesday Addams would not associate with her fellow classmates. To her, they were, to a one, nothing more than annoyances and roadblocks to her only desire: worshipping her new Master and god. If Master Rob weren't opposed to it, Wednesday would have already initiated a Battle Royal-esque killing game to whittle down the field. But he was, and so Wednesday was **** to endure them. Like she was now, as while the other groups and cliques milled about before class, Violet Parr and Gwen Tennyson - others with no "in group" like her - gravitated towards her, Gwen turning into a shutterbug and taking photos of everyone's outfits, while Violet chatted her ear off.

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At least in Gwen's case, Wednesday could understand and appreciate her efforts. In her tight corset, pushing up her heavy alabaster breasts, her flimsy tattered skirt, fishnet stockings, and platform boots, Wednesday was a big-titty goth GF wet dream. She deserved to be photographed and documented, her pale beauty broadcasted to all the peons who could never have her, while she knelt by the side of her god...

She just wish they weren't talking all the damned time!

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With Wednesday sulking in the very back of the class, Violet pressed uncomfortably close up against her, wearing her own Incredibles supersuit. The only difference being switching out the custom-made polymer weave for skintight latex, clinging to the svelte girl like a second skin. Gwen's smartphone's camera flashed, going click-click-click, while Violet nattered on and on, eyes sparkling feverishly as they never left Wednesday.

"Have you been having your mom do her lessons?" She said breathlessly, this being the fifth - or maybe sixth? - topic she had effortlessly buzzed between. "I have. Mom was sort of against them at first, but after I convinced her to do the first lesson, she does them everyday. Oh wow, she looks so happy when she straps on the headset. Mr. Daily is so convincing, don't you think? I can't wait until he turns her into a proper slut like us? Is your mom pretty, Wednesday? Does she have big boobs like you? My mom does. I mean, she had big boobs, not boobs like me. She's really sexy and pretty, with wide hips and a big butt, too. I bet Mr. Daily will like her a lot..."

On and on, Violet went, Wednesday only grunting before tersely responding. And she was only doing that because this was something her and Violet could find common ground on. "Mother has been very compliant with her lesson. I'll admit, I'm finding it difficult not to enact on my feelings for her. These conferences cannot wait any longer."

"Wait, you two are talking about your moms?" Gwen cut in, camera now trained on them. "'Sexy'? 'Pretty'? 'Proper slut'? 'Keeping you hands off her'? Are you two going to fuck your moms? Wow, that's messed up. And kinda hot..."

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Gwen gave a mischievous, cat-like smile, all too fitting for her sexy black cat suit, but Violet only gave a shy, small smile. "Mr. Daily wants out moms to be involved in our education, says they'll make perfect sluts. And, also, that **** is okay." She blushed, deeply, giggling. "I can't wait until he explains this to mom. I'm sure Mr. Daily will convince her that he is right."

"Hmm, oh yeah..." Gwen said in a low tone, a finger resting on her bottom lip. She switched to video and began to record Wednesday and Violet. "Whatever teacher says, goes. Mr. Daily is always right."

And so the girls continued, unabated and unconcerned by time. The only thing that could grab their attention would be the object of their affection: Rob Daily coming in an calling role, extending his authority over the spellbound, slutty schoolgirls he had claimed.

Soon enough, the bell rang, and not long after, Rob entered the classroom.

A/N: Brrrgh. Probably too much. Probably too loose. This was a chapter I had in my head for sometime - showing off how far the girls are now in their transformation into slutty slaves with a cavalcade of naughty outfits for them. Probably too many images, but I did want to showcase all the girls who hadn't been featured. I'm at least happy with my image choices; I had exactly what I wanted each girl to wear in my head and was (mostly) able to find an image representing that to some degree.