The new model school

(originally posted by FrauMannelig)

On the bus ride to school, Cockmaiden was the lead singer in the center of the bus, her clear soprano voice sounding like an angel's trumpet. Easybelly and Fuckisuckki danced up and down the alley, rhythmically clapping their asscheeks with their hands and singing background chorus to the important bits of the prayer song, like "sluttiness", "boredom", "rod almighty", "comfy bed", etc.

Neither the bus driver nor the other students dared to interrupt them. The boys were just ogling them up and exchanged lewd comments. The girls either took notes or tried to turn up their noses and ignore them.

At the school, everyone stared at them, even after they separated up to go to their classrooms. Fuckisucki was a freshie, Cockmaiden a sophomore, and Easybelly a senior, so they couldn't stick together.

Ashton watched with amazement, when just before the bell ringed, a half-naked girl dashed into the classroom. Her loose boobs jiggled beneath her top as she hastily sashayed to the place where Ashton's classmate Aiden was normally sitting. Ashton's chin fell to the table when he saw that the girl had a big wiener dangling between her legs. The freak slut sat in the front to Ashton, slamming a pen and a piece of paper on the table, then shuffling her chair and paying attention to the teacher who just entered the classroom.

Ashton leaned forward in his chair and noticed a pussy just above the girls asscrack. The girl - the nametag stated she was called Cockmaiden - rubbed her naked ass uncomfortably against the plastic chair. Ashton couldn't help but get a painful hard-on as he looked at her wiggle on the chair, and seeing how her pussy moved on her backside.

"Hello class," said Mrs. Minword, who had her name Bimbinetta attached to her choker, after she had tried to remove it a few times too often. She shot an accusing look towards Cockmaiden. "I got word of the principal that Aiden has recovered from the flu. But you're not Aiden..." She made big eyes when she spelled out the word on the choker. "That's not possible! Are you - were you..."

"Attention please!" blared from the far wall. Everyone jumped, not having heard new ANNOUNCEMENTS FROM GOD for over a week. "Wonderful, now stay silent!" declared the powerful voice of Jason through the speakers.

"Hello Phi... wait. Your city name sucks. Ahem! Hello Pantyhoseville Eastern High! You were chosen by me, The Almighty Lord Jason, God and Master of the Universe, blabla let's skip my titles... As a model school! Um, not that you'll all become models, wait, there is an idea, let me take a note..."

There was an eerie silence, until the speakers sounded once more.

"So. Um. I meant, model school as in I've chosen you as the first test subjects for an experimental distribution model for my songs. This will revolutionize the entire music industry, I promise! It goes as follows: I publish a song about a girl I love, and once you legally own a copy of my song, you may sing it on your own. If you hit all the right notes and sing the whole lyrics correctly, you will transform into the person I described in the song. That means, not like a copy, oh no. I only provide a template, and if you do everything right, the template is fitted to your DNA. Don't ask about the science behind that, this is incredibly hightech stuff you better discuss with one of my archangel assistants.

Where was I again? Right, model school. Yeah, you lovely folks in Pantyhoseville are my first test subjects for the new distribution model. You ALSO will become models. I adjusted the curriculum accordingly. There are NO promises you all become world famous super models, but if you apply yourself, you can... oh damn, now I'm blathering like my music teacher who foretold three of my classmates a future in the music industry, but graded me a failure!"

A nervous titter went through the class.

"Yeah, and where is he now, that naysayer! In HELL!

Right, so I've updated your curriculum, and the teachers all have neat stacks of handouts with the lyrics to my songs, and when I'm finished with my little speech, you will all hear my model songs for the first time, and... OH. The matter of the school uniforms. I wanted introduce them gradually, but I'm not in the mood to design perfect sexy uniforms for all the five stages from current, to sexy, to provocative, to slutty, to how we need them.

So here we go, I need you to take notes because I'm not handing out uniforms. Nah, I'll just give out requirements. The school dress has to be in the school colors (which means white with dark black details for you here in Pantyhoseville Eastern High! ) with a sleeveless top in the main color that has to reveal your boobs at least from one side. Cleavage, sideboobs, underboobs, all at once, there is no limit. Nipples must be covered, but still be visible through your top. From midriff downward, there is to be only a sash in the main color, on bare skin. The entire legs need to be covered by tights, pantyhose or stockings, in the detail color of your school. If you don't go for stockings, you must make sure show your crotch and ass crack completely. Cut these parts out, or buy crotchless tights to begin with. Gloves, armbands, cuffs, anklets, hairbands, and other accessories are entirely optional, as long as they are in the school's colors. All shoes need heels of at least one inch. Oh, and the alternative to wearing the uniform is to be completely nude. Which is also perfectly acceptable."

The class, and in fact the entire school was a quiet as a graveyard.

"Since only three students are currently adhering to these rules, I want you stress that by this time, tomorrow, I will personally punish any student who failed to dress appropriately. Well, that's it. Uniforms, model school, song text handouts, explanation of my music delivery system and the transformations... Crap, that took long. Now I need a good fuck. Gabriel, where is Amia, I think I'll..."

The "Announcements from God" speaker system died. Mrs. Bimbinetta Minword let out a sigh and looked at three stacks of notes. "You... you heard him. Dear Jason in Heaven, what has this world become?" She picked up one of the stacks, and immediately the whole class listened to the song that she handed out to each student: