To the toilet!

I could've gone to my Per. 2 class, but I wasn't in much of a rush. After some dallying around I decided to take a breather in the girls' restroom by the cafeteria. I entered without much theater.

To my surprise it was actually not that much better than the guys'. Tissue clung to the wall, which I wouldn't assume was unused, and a portion of the floor was glacially sticky. I was temporarily dismayed. But then remembered, I could change it, so did. I quickly wished it would be as sparkly and girly as a 7-year-old boy (what I was at heart) would stereotypically presume it to be, and just like that, it was squeaky clean and smelled dick-risingly womanly. The hand soap turned glittery pink. The mirror was embroidered with frilly decorum. Was there even a mirror before, I didn't stop to question.

My ensemble entered behind me, completely silently. It was almost eerie how quiet they were, but I didn't want to ruin the roles I had given them. I briefly glanced around the room, noticing that one of the stalls was occupied. I smiled, and decided to wait and see who it was.

I look up as I hear the distinctive sound of a toilet flush, and out of the stall came a raven-haired girl, with nicely tight jeans, buttoning up, who I recognized as Tessa from before: the girl I'd inadvertently pit in a butt-upping contest with that other girl, Brandy, in front of my house. I had to wonder how that was going. I found my eyes drifting to the portion of her jeans covered ass I could ogle.

"Hey Tessa. How's that ass competition with Brandy going?"

After noticing me, the girl's demeanor went from one end to the other and ended on cool and unsurprised about a guy in the girls' restroom because why wouldn't it be, of course. She turned on the faucet, "Oh it's going pretty good, you know. I got one anal bead up there. Oh and a vibrator pumping away, too. Anyway. It feels kinda weird, like an unfinished dump. But also kinda -- " The girl stopped abruptly mid-sentence. When she continued it was as if on a new set of air in her lungs. "-- good. I mean, really good. Like, really REALLY good, like getting eaten out by a Chippendales stripper good, on a bed of fragrant roses. Better, even. Ugh, I just love this ass!" She shook her head. "Now that I've got to experience how awesome filling my ass with stuff is, I actually don't know when I want to go back to a boring, dumb empty rectum. You know what? I think I'mma make my good 'ol mom ream me every morning from now on. Or my dad." Tossing her hair backward, the girl's arm came up, fist clenched. "And it's all to show Brandy her place! What a win-win. I just hope she learns her lesson after this." She looked at the mirror, pivoting to the side. Her reflection, and ass, stared back. "She does not have a better ass than this."

I said nothing, but appreciated the view. On a whim I looked at her butt and decided to tweak it a bit.

While I gave Tessa a stronger rectum and wider stretched out walls behind her back, she remained oblivious to my adjustments to her anatomy. I noted that my tampering was obviously rigging the game. But I'd have done the same for Brandy if I stumbled upon her. Still tampering, but not really pre-meditated bias. Besides, where did they think they got those things to put in their ass in the first place?

Following with my original instinct, I pointed at an empty spot next to the stalls, lightly pushing Amy towards where I was pointing. She understood quickly and knelt down, a urinal in the girls bathroom. Tessa looked at me hesitantly, as if asking for permission to leave. I grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her gently down to her knees in front of me. She obliged, sinking easily, of course after an instant of godly persuasion. I position myself in order to make sure to get most of my fluids into or at least onto Amy's waiting mouth.

I tap Tessa on the head, signaling her to begin, and she starts lapping at my balls. I relax, allowing my stream to flow freely, and watch as the yellow liquid arcs through the air and into Amy's mouth. I'm quite the good shot eh? Ignore that I manipulated reality so that it would go perfectly. As my stream stops, Tessa becomes more fervent, licking and lapping at my balls and slowly working up my shaft. Amy, having swallowed all of my piss, sighs happily, a blissful look on her face.

As I feel myself growing closer to orgasm, I signal to Esther I want her to catch it with her face, and she kneels down behind Tessa. As the build-up ends, I shoot line after line onto Esther's waiting face, and her expression doesn't change even as she's coated in my semen. I'm a little miffed by this, so I make her have a huge orgasm and leave her thrashing as Tessa gets up to leave.

I was pretty bored of Amy and Esther at this point, so I decided to leave them as permanent fixtures of the bathroom. I stand up and make to leave, but notice a pretty girl with wavy, auburn hair and luminous eyes walking in from the outside. Her summery, pleated dress whooshed upon entry, and her own perfume tinged the already sufficient-smelling air with pleasantry. She had the summer girl look down pat. I looked out. But I did have other avenues to explore and garden beds to stomp on out there.