Clapping the hands again, Saul just grumbled as this body of his managed to magically whirl this stale living room into a living breathing set with all the amenities of a Hollywood production would have... except no cameras. Apparently this was going to be live theater. The nearly blinding lights hung over head as he noticed the ceiling was much higher and the room much bigger. The scenery was a simple combination of clichéd high school changing-room items. Nearly head-high lockers, benches along the middle, and a wide communal shower room, complete with dripping taps. Despite trying to look authentic with gross beige tiles lining the floors and wall, it certainly looked cleaner than any locker room Saul had been too.
Summoning a megaphone like the porn magician his body apparently was, Saul heard his voice echo in the living room-turned-porn set, “ALRIGHT EVERYONE... ITS THE FIRST DAY, SO I KNOW EVERYONE IS NERVOUS AND WHAT NOT.” The formerly pious family lined up like well trained sex addicts, shaking with uncontrollable lust, “BUT HAVE NO FEAR, I KNOW WHAT I DESIRE, SO WE ARE GOING TO BE FINE WITH ME IN CONTROL... UNLIKE SOME OTHER PEOPLE WHO HAVE CONTROLLED THIS BODY BEFORE...”
We get it. You are hot stuff... Don't have to be a dick about it... Saul tried to make his body kick its own ass with no avail.
The megaphone was thankfully pulled from his mouth, “Michelle! Bianca! Get your short cute asses by the lockers. You are trying to be high school cheerleaders today and you are very nervous! The triplets will come in later, and Mom and bro can... I don't know.. Fuck on the couch... Action!” Saul's hands clapped as a red director chair appeared as he was sitting.
Bianca and Michelle were left alone by the lockers but they had this completely bamboozled look on their faces. Michelle dumbly looked up, “Uh... When do I lick her pussy?”
Bianca giggled, “You slut! We are obs supposed to set the scene first! Right sexy director man?”
Saul rubbed his eyes, “Holy shit I just realized I have made dumb Bianca the smartest daughter by comparison... Yes Bianca you are right...” He summoned a script into his hand and giggled at his brilliant writing, “Oh Saul you do have a great creative side... Not for sex but you know...”
Where is the off button for my mouth? Is it my foot?!
Saul's leg kicked out with a jerk, almost causing his body to tumble forward, “Ahem anyways... I doubt that most of you girls have the willpower or the reading level to memorize this so I am just going to..” he snapped his fingers and a nice glittering aura appeared around each family member's head, “Give you some instant acting skills which would make Orson Welles blush.”
“Popcorn blushes?”
“That's Orville Redenbacher babe... ACTION!”
Bianca's and Michelle's expression instantly changed from one of ignorant bliss to one of nervousness. The youngest sister opened the fake-pine green locker and sighed, “I can't believe its finally the end of the day. Gawd I am sooo nervous about tryouts!” Bianca didn't have to stretch for her role much, she was still a damned hot high-schooler after all.
Michelle just bit her lower lip, “I know... We need this more than anything Bella...”
“CUT!” Saul went over and slapped Michelle's frozen ass hard, “No need for fake name girls. Porn stars get fake names to protect them in public, but everyone knows this family is just a bunch of sex-addicted nymphos! Get back into it!” Saul's body jumped back into the chair.
“...Bianca...” Michelle continued effortlessly, “... If we really want those boys at school notice us, we need-”
“GIRLS TOO! YOU TWO ARE FUCKING HOT PANSEXUALS THAT ARE STILL IN THE CLOSET!” Saul's megaphone was possibly creating the most grating sounds since the vuvuzela.
“If we want the hotties at school to notice us, we need to be on the squad!”
Bianca threw her dyed tips behind her back and squeezed her breasts together in the tight top she was wearing, “So Michelle, do you think my tits look good enough in this top? Or should I wear something even sluttier?” Her lips pouted for maximum plumpness.
“Sluttier the better am I right girlfriend?” Michelle held her hand up for a very awkward, but authentic, high-five.
Shamelessly, Bianca threw the top off and at her sister (or friend?) with a giggle while searching through the overstuffed locker of sexy goods. Before they knew it, the two of them were decked out in too-small white short-shorts which caused the edges of both their tight asses to be seen, and a white top which was too tight and small to be called anything but an ill-fitting sports bra. Both girl's delicious cleavage was plumped and pushed up to such a degree that if either were actually seriously thinking of doing as so much as a jump, their breasts would spring into the warm air.
Saul's lungs took in a deep breath, “VERY NICE GIRLS BUT NOW I WANT YOU TWO TO BE TURNED ON BY THE OUTFITS LIKE THE SEX ADDICTS YOU ARE! ACTION!”
He knows that there are no cameras going right?
Michelle managed to blush, “Oh my Bianca... Your tits are looking absolutely sexy in that top!”
“Oh thanks Michelle! Your ass looks great too!” Bianca gave a forced kiss on her now shorter sister forehead and gave a naughty smile as she looked into Michelle's brown eyes. Hungrily the two girls started to kiss. It was slow at first, just a few wet sounding pecks on each others lips, but then their tongues got involved and they happily sloshed and explored each others warm mouths.
Saul was forced to jerk his cock lazily as he watched the scene unfold. He wasn't sure if he was more aroused at the fact that they were sisters or that they were supposed to be “totally-straight” friends, but he had to admit it was a hot scene.
Of course his body couldn't let this sex evolve uninterrupted, it had to snap his fingers to add the three sisters, now decked in green, and very slutty, cheerleader garb.
Crissy looked like she was the head cheerleader by the way she confidently strutted at the front of the triplets. She gave a gasp, her wide-mouth look looking both so sexy and cute, “Oh my girls! Looks like our changing-room has been infested by lesbians!”
Cassy just giggled in her brain-dead fashion, “Oh my gawd, Crissy! You are right! Plus these are, like, the new girls who want to join our squad!”
“How delicious!” Carry just said with a grin.
Saul's body stood up, “GOOD JOB GIRLS BUT MY DICK IS KIND OF GETTING BORED! CARRY! SINCE YOU ARE ODD TRIPLET OUT, YOU ARE GOING TO BULLY THE NEW GIRLS!”
Carry shrugged then, confidently strode forward, “New girls don't get to wear clothing though!” She pulled on the two's shorts and effortlessly ripped the tiny cloth to shreds, leaving the two solely in red thongs.
Crissy just walked around the two shivering girls, giving a devilish grin the entire time, “Hmmm not bad looking bods sluts... But, like, I don't think red is our colours girls!”
The other two girls just shook their heads as they too joined Crissy in circling around Bianca and Michelle like a couple of sharks. Crissy smiled, “Now girls... I need you to, like, start doing some stretches right here for our cheer team's enjoyment... Why don't you start with-”
“SANDWICHES!!!!” Saul's megaphone cried out.
The sisters stopped to look at their “director”. Cassy sighed, “Like... What?”
Saul pointed at Roberta, currently bending over the couch and feeling the full length of her young son in her, “I desire a lunch break. So Roberta, please stop making love and start making me a sandwich!”
Roberta dutifully nodded as she slid off the cock to move over to the sudden craft-services table, which seemed to be a fancy make-your-own-sandwich style, which Saul admittedly loved.
How is the biggest idiot in control of my body!? Saul's mind managed to sigh.
“PROCEED WITH BIGGER TITS!” Saul cried before clapping.
Suddenly the sisters on the set felt their breasts jump forward with size, their melons making their already small tops look like they were going to burst at any second. The bustiest Crissy continued with her now ridiculous I-cups, “Um right... Why doesn't Bianca start by cheering to how hot I am?”
Bianca just gave a nervous smile as she started to bounce while throwing her hand left and right, “Give me a C! C! Give me a R! R! Give me two Ss! S! S! Give me a Y! Y! What does that spell?”
Carolina's hand swatted down on Bianca's tight, nearly bare, ass hard, “Crssy? What the fuck? You retards don't know how to spell?”
Michelle pouted, “But we are trying our hardest! I mean-”
“OH MY GOD ROBERTA! THIS SANDWICH IS DELICIOUS! WHAT IS THAT? PICKLES WRAPPED IN BACON? OH MY GOD! SO CRUNCHY!”
“... I mean we all can't be hot natural cheerleaders like you!” Michelle's acting was tested by Saul's increasingly loud chewing.
Crissy just tsked, “Well guess what? We worked, like, hard for these hot bods and moves. So we are going to test your worth!”
Bianca rubbed her sore spanked behind, “What do we have to do?”
Cassy licked her lips, “I think what my captain is saying... Since your cheers suck... You are going to have to prove your worth in other ways!” The three cheerleaders pulled down their tiny shorts and turned around, “Kiss our asses, you little sluts!”
Instantly, Michelle and Bianca was forced to the ground by Carolina and had their heads pushed into the very large cheeks of these two overly-curvy cheerleaders. Their cries were muffled as the cheerleaders cackled loudly in pleasure.
Crissy pressed Bianca's face harder into her right ass cheek, which size dwarfed the younger sister's head, “That's right.. Worship your captain's ass... Like all the horny classmates at our school!”
Bianca managed to pull her head back though, “Oh god... I just-”
“What?” Crissy condescendingly just wagged her finger, “Don't have what it takes to be a cheerleader here at Porn High?”
The youngest just looked down and blushed, “No... Its just I love it so much... Your ass is so big and sexy... Can I-” Suddenly a big blob of cum shot onto her face.
“DAMN IT!” Saul put the megaphone down and wagged his finger at Roberta, who had been blowing him since the sandwich delivery, “What kind of bimbo mom doesn't swallow? Don't make me shoot all over your daughter! Now girls... I want you to clean up and start again in 15 mins... I need to recover... Maybe with another sandwich?”
I cannot take this anymore! The mind-trapped Saul couldn't help but feel at his limit. Take over his body? Fuck his girlfriend and her family? End a scene right when it was getting hot and heavy? Eat sandwiches while jerking off?! Not with his body! That's not what he desired!
“Enough!” Saul said jumping into the air, punching the stale set air with anger which he never had before. He then blinked blankly for a couple of seconds, the family staring back, completely confused, cum still dripping from Bianca's cheek.
“Holy shit you can hear me...” He wiggled his fingers for a couple of seconds before throwing them back up in joy, “You can hear me!”
Roberta's head tilt, her hand still on his dick, “Do you want another sandwich director?”
“No!” He pointed his finger with resolve to his actors, “This time we are going to do things right! Crissy and Cassy! Come over here and- Why is everything getting wavy?” It was true, his joy was short lived as the whole world around him started to melt like a painting stuck in the rain. Everything got more and more droopy until all colour had disappeared from sight and he couldn't see anything but a black void.
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“Saul!”
Who the hell is talking now?
“Saul wake up!”
Who ever it is... Sounds like one sexy gal!
“Shit why do, like, my tits do this to boys all the time?”
A bright light pierced the darkness, and made Saul squint as he got up. Why was he on his back again? His eyes adjusted to his apparent new surroundings. It was the high school set again. But it also wasn't. The lockers, benches and showers looked the same but this changing-room certainly wasn't a set. It was the real deal.
“Oh Saul thank god! You are awake! I was so afraid that you suffocated!” Cristiana was kneeling in front of his sitting form, her new bimbo body still intact. Giant breasts stuffed into a too tiny cheer-top and her shorts losing their battle to not become dental floss between those two basketball globes she called an ass. She twirled her hair, “You are, like, okay right?”
He slowly nodded, “Uh yeah... Yeah... What the heck happened? I remember being at your family's place after warping from my apartment... Then now where are we?”
Tilting her head and licking her lips, Saul saw her furrowed brow trying to rub those dozen brain cells to understand him. Then she just went back to smiling and giggling, “Oh silly! You have such crazy dreams! You don't have an apartment! BTW we are at still at school and we are going to be late for our first class if we don't hurry! Your little fainting, like, totally ruined our plans for some early morning fun!”
“School?”
She clapped, “Yup... P.L. High! Best sexiest school in the province!”
“And the 'P' Stands for...”
“Porn silly!”
Of course it does...
“Gosh you really hit your head hard on the ground Sauly!” She got up and waved, “Well I have to be going to meet up with my sexy sisters then get to class! Feel better and maybe we can fuck later!” The way she even said fuck was adorable and drop-dead sexy.
Watching her big tush wiggle out of the apparently empty changing-room, Saul rubbed his poor throbbing head. It had been through a LOT of change today. Okay think Saul. Back in high school with a still mid-20s Cristiana going to class. Clearly what you desired was to deepen the cheerleader role playing until it was a very real thing. Now, thanks to that stupidly powerful drink you had, you are back in some kind of porn farce of a high school. On the bright side though, still in control! And no more annoying whispers!
He sat in silence for a while before getting to his feet, Well might as well make the best of this and-
I can't believe you got rid of the sandwiches!
Why oh why! Who are you?
The whisper just giggled joyfully and continued to echo in his mind, Just a friendly reminder. If you decide to puss out again? We are taking control and we will have sex with horny bimbos... And eat sandwiches... Because we only have an hour and a half left and this body is going to enjoy it!
So what you are saying is that this drink is going to wear off in under 2 hours. But I have to make the most of it or you are going to take control of my body again?
A condescending click sound came from this mysterious passenger in his body, Exactly Sauly-boy! And you better make sure to do really do what you want, or else we are back in the driving chair. Fuck for all you are worth!
Saul sighed and walked towards the door, thinking of one last thought for the voice, You know I don't really believe that you are me...
Look bud... Whether I am you... Or Faust... Or the Devil... Does it really matter? We have given you the means to have fun. Now go out and spank some people, cop a feel on some busty lass, grind on some guys crotch, go to the cafeteria and grab a sandwich, whatever you want! Just have fun or you know what will happen...
He knew the voice was gone for now and finally exited the empty room to reveal the busy halls outside.
P.L. High was certainly not the same shitty urban Toronto high school Saul attended. He certainly wished he had though. It reminded him instantly of a mash of tropes from both high school dramas on TV, like Degrassi and 90210, but also those pornos with clearly over-18 stars acting like they were under. It was an understatement that everyone was attractive and slutty farces of their stereotypes. The people bustling by weren't just bimbos either. There were amazons and BBWs, studs and twinks, of all races and genders; it was like the search bar of a porn site exploded and delicately populated this building with his entire search history.
Rubbing his eyes, which had started to hurt from the strain of seeing such beauty, Saul took a deep breath and tried his hardest to figure out what he desired at this moment. This was no longer a world based on old logic. This was a high school built upon Porn Logic... HIS LOGIC!
...And it was time to go to his first class.
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