Indebted

Content Warning: Indebted has scenes that the author considers less than consensual. All of these scenes happen under the effect of mind control and all characters derive pleasure from these encounter.

*SPLAT*
A row of pixels collide with my character's torso smashing him into blocky bits before a game over screen falls from the top of my screen.

"you know the new phone policy Mr. Hughes." says Ms. Lopez. It had been a month since the school year started and with it the usual wave of policies meant to stop whatever plagued the schoolboard last year. I look up to unscramble an apology from my mouth only to find it harder when I lay eyes on her. Ms. Lopez was in her early 20s with a chest that could redefine voluptuous, and her V-neck was not doing my teenage brain any favors.

*DING* *DING*

Saved the by the bell thank god. Ms. Lopez was by no means a strict teacher, but with her being a new hire I have no doubt she would be stricter about the rules. Even if it was the end of the school day. I pick up my backpack and shuffle out the door with the rest of the students.

the halls were unsurprisingly filled to the brim with students attempting to leave as soon as possible, and I am too for one reason-"DANNY!" shit. I whip around to see her. Veronica Jones a young white woman standing 5'9 with small but perky tits hidden behind her cropped leather jacket. Did I say standing? Marching may be more apt, or maybe running-scratch that sprinting! She is sprinting and I am a dead man.

*SLAM* My body is pinned against the lockers behind me.

"Don't think I'll go easy on you just because its your birthday!" What? Oh that is today isn't...huh I'm a grown man now....shit I have to sign up for the draft...can I do that online? its 2024 they have to have an app right?
"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME"

"Oh right yah look Veronica I wasn't taking a picture of your-your y'know I was crouching down to snap a pic of the computer cart for my graphics design class." It wasn't a lie, even I have manners.

"uh huh why'd you run away like a perv?"

"Because you snarled at me like a dog- I mean your just so confident I-uh I-"

"Leave the birthday boy alone Veronica" the voice comes from behind the vixen as a small hand grabs her shoulder.

"Butt out Nicole" snaps Veronica.

"C'mon I know you like picking on him but do you really have to ruin his special day" Veronica pops out from behind her shoulder and gives the fiery young woman big puppy dog eyes. Suddenly I feel a zap from Veronica's hand as she recoils it back.

"Fine, meet me at my car" Veronica stomps through the now fairly empty hallway.

"you okay" asks Nicole. With Veronica out the way I can now see my crush of 3 years clearly. She stands at 5'5 with perky C cups and a lovely waist. Though not as well endowed in the rear as Veronica I certainly I wouldn't call her ass modest.

"uh yah thanks! Hey you wouldn't know how she knew it was my birthday?"

"Its on the announcements in the morning each day silly" Nicole was probably the only highschooler who could call someone silly without me believing they were feigning kindness.

"Oh yah guess I was too tired to notice "I say while scratching the back of my neck giving my body anything to do in order to avoid looking flustered. I don't think I've actually payed attention to the morning announcements since Freshman year.

"Well happy birthday, I better find V before she hurts another poor guy." Just like that a girl I've been trying to muster up the courage to talk to outside of one off jokes in class walks away giggling.

I check my phone to find that its 2:18. Huh born 18 years and 1 minute ago. Well my mom says its 2:17 apparently the doctors timed 2:18, but my mother being my mother claims the "soul" entered my body at 2:17 that she....felt it. I should explain more well I'll have to explain more for any of this to make sense. The truth is despite me writing in present tense this happened yesterday, but since I'm documenting all of this I didn't want to start talking about the past just to switch to the present. Tell you what while I ride my bike home I'll tell you about my Mom.