/storytiem/ - Onyxdime's Storytiem

(Quick note: this is my first time doing this sort of thing, please bear with this first chunk of exposition. Any time you want to request something just say it and I could probably do it.)

(Now that the exposition is out of the way here are your stats and basic rules)

STATS

Stats start out as 3/10 (human average) and level up with 4 training points

strength: 3/10 (fighting off, holding down monsters)

speed: 3/10 (running away from, catching monsters, reflexes)

int: 3/10 (how good you use your brain noodle and use magic)

charm: 3/10 (seduction and persuasion)

Dominance: 50/100 (how girls see and treat you)

Energy: 4/5 (how tired you are from all the sex)

Lust: 0% (How much faster your orgasm rises)

Orgasm: 0% (how close you are to cumming)

ROLLS

1-2 phenomenal fail. 3-15 epic fail. 85-98 epic win. 99-100 phenomenal win.

Whenever you blow your load your energy goes down and you get penalties to rolls, your energy returns to full after a good nights sleep. Depending on how an encounter goes you will either gain or lose dominance. For example if you basically got used as a fuck toy that would lower your dominance but if you were in control the whole time and gave her a mind blowing orgasm first then that will raise it. You also know from the letter you got that this school has two principals, a man (Mr Rockard) and a vampire (Ms. Isabella). Pretty much any time you're not in class you can head down to their offices and ask them whatever or complain that girls won't stop smoochin’ you or whatever you want to tell them.

And here are your options:

A. A big guy with short blond hair and lots of muscles. Definately works out and takes his /fit/ness seriously, could be a cool dude.

B. Some asian looking guy with longish blond hair, glasses, a zip up hoodie and a laptop, he's got this hacker look going on but he's probably just shitposting.

C. An indian guy with a baseball cap reading a book titled “the ways of seduction”, a shirt that reads “I <3 snake babes” (where did he even get a shirt like that) and what looks like a flute sticking out of his bag. you think he really likes snakes.

D. A small-ish girl with big wide eyes that shift around the room, she looks kinda… oily?

E. Scruffy looking girl with shoulder length, brown messy hair, she's wearing a hooded jacket that covers most of her head as she writes something down, she looks excited.

F. A tall, slender girl with long black hair that she keeps in a ponytail, she is listening to music using earphones. You notice she is wearing a nametag and nobody else is.

G. Near the back of the class sits a short girl with long, messy, greasy hair covering half of her face. She keeps licking her lips as she makes lewd faces.

(AND DECIDE WHAT YOUR NAME WILL BE)

After taking a quick scan of the room you decide to go and talk to the girl with the hood. She doesn’t seem to notice you approach her as she is rather focused on whatever she is writing. You extend a hand and decide to politely introduce yourself. “Hey, I’m Christopher” you say a little more horse than you expected to, having not really spoken since your agonising bus ride. Your sudden breaking of her focus causes her to jump back slightly and shield her work with her arms as if your outstretched hand was going to snatch it. After a moment of glaring between you and your hand as if to discern your intentions she relaxes slightly upon the conclusion that you are neither hostile nor after her work. She begins leaning in closer to your hand, looking it over for some reason. You’re beginning to wish you had tried talking to one of the more normal looking people, because there is definately something wrong with this girl but now you're stuck in this rather awkward situation with this weird girl exami- SHE'S SMELLING YOU NOW!! You take a step back and pull your hand away from the crazy person. Whatever that was she seems to happy with whatever she got out of that because now shes sitting there smiling up at you. “Heya Chris I’m Haylee!” The weirdo says cheerfully and holding her own hand out like a completely different person from a few seconds ago. In an attempt to return to some degree of normalcy you tentatively go to shake her hand , you hope she doesn't expect you to start smelling her or something. When your hand makes contact with hers she immediately takes hold and starts shaking it like a little kids first sugar rush and giggling uncontrollably.

You notice her hood as fallen back due to her spastic hand shaking and two big doglike ears spring up at the top of her head. “Huh, dog ears” you think numbly to yourself at this shocking reveal. Out of the corner of your eye you see something long and fluffy swishing behind her, “Oh, and she has a tail” you think to yourself again. A monster girl, you're shaking hands with a monster girl. Your first ever encounter with one and you didnt even know it was happening. You’re not sure what to do now and you’re a little nervous. Is she going to suck your dick to sate her endless hunger for dicks? Is she going to take you drag you off to her dog house and make you do her doggy style forever and never let you escape now that she has your scent and has taken a liking to you? Is she ever going to stop shaking your hand, seriously stop it. You do your best to get your hand back and she finally lets go of you and calms down for a second. “So… youre a monster girl then?” you say stupidly, unable to think of anything else to say. “Yeah well obviously! Where do you think we are?” She answers your dumb question with an obvious answer but without being condescending or losing any of her giddiness. “Oh yeah, sorry about the hand thing just now, I just hadn't seen or smelled you around before so I was just makin’ sure you were cool.” She leans in closer to loudly whisper the next part. “Good news you’re fuckin’ rad!!”.

You think you’re beginning to get somewhat used to Haylees eccentric personality. “I think you might be the only person to ever seriously call me rad, but thanks” you say to her. “Trust me on this, my nose is tellin’ me you’re crazy rad! The nose knows, Chris” she emphasises her nose by tilting her head up to you. It just looks like a normal persons nose but if it says you’re ‘rad’ you won't deny it. “So what were you writing anyway?” you ask curiously. Her face lights up and you see her tail began to quicken it's swishing. “Oh man! I gotta’ show you my drawings Chris, you're gonna love em! I’m kind of’ an amazing artist!” Well now you just have to see it. She fumble excitedly with her drawing before handing it to you and awaits your thoughts on her work. your honestly caught a little off guard by what she hands you, ok a lot off guard. When she said she wa an artist you were expecting flowers or birds or whatever artists draw. What you got was lots of completely naked guys of all sizes flexing and doing all kinds of poses.

As weird as it is you can't deny that she wasn’t lying when she said she was an amazing artist. Two strange things about all of them stands out to you. One, they are all wearing dog collars and two, they have bananas with the tips peeled back instead of dicks which makes the whole thing appear slightly more lewd. When you ask her about the bananas she gets a little shy and says “W-well I, um, I haven’t actually…” she sighs embarrassed and takes a deep breath “I’ve never actually seen one before but I heard they pretty much looked like bananas so I, um, I just drew them with bananas instead”. You can't help but think she's pretty cute when she's embarrassed. “What about the collars they’re all wearing” you ask her. Her face goes completely red and she gets even more embarrassed and hides her face in her hands “I just think guys in collars are really cute.” she says while blushing from behind her hands. “Yep, she’s definitely cute when she's embarrassed” you think.

Suddenly as if forgetting she was even embarrassed she gasps as if solving a great mystery and looks up at you with a big smile and returning to her energetic self. “I just had a great Idea! You have a man banana, you could just show me yours and I’d know what it looks like!” Now it your turn to be embarrassed. “I-I don’t think thats a good idea right now Haylee, there’s kind of a lot of people around and were in class” you tell her. “Well obviously not now ya goof, I ment after class you come to my room and give me a good long look in private. Not that I don’t appreciate how eager you are to show me now!” she giggles, making you blush even harder. “It was great meeting you Chris, come to my room whenever you want and I’ll draw you like one of my sexy naked men.” she says with a smirk. “Uh, yeah, sure I’ll think about it I guess” you say even more embarrassed to be thinking about being one of those drawings. “Fuckin’ rad! Smell ya later Chris!” she says as she turns and gets back to working on her drawings which causes her hood to flop over her ears again.

[YOU HAVE MET HAYLEE THE DOG-GIRL]

You have time to talk to one more person before class starts:

A. A big guy with short blond hair and lots of muscles. Definately works out and takes his /fit/ness seriously, could be a cool dude.

B. Some asian looking guy with longish blond hair, glasses, a zip up hoodie and a laptop, he's got this hacker look going on but he's probably just shitposting.

C. An indian guy with a baseball cap reading a book titled “the ways of seduction”, a shirt that reads “I <3 snake babes” (where did he even get a shirt like that) and what looks like a flute sticking out of his bag. you think he really likes snakes.

D. A small-ish girl with big wide eyes that shift around the room, she looks kinda… oily?

E. A tall, slender girl with long black hair that she keeps in a ponytail, she is listening to music using earphones. You notice she is wearing a nametag and nobody else is.

F. Near the back of the class sits a short girl with long, messy, greasy hair covering half of her face. She keeps licking her lips as she makes lewd faces.

With that strange yet undeniably interesting encounter done with and still some time until class starts you decide to go talk to the girl with the earphones and nametag. The girl sees you approaching her and takes out the earphones, saving you having to awkwardly try to get her attention just to introduce yourself. She looks up at you with slightly raised eyebrows waiting to see what it is you wanted. You introduce yourself “Hey there, I’m Christopher. I just got there today and wanted to say hi.” and hold out your hand to the girl. She smiles, nods slightly and, to your relief, responds by shaking it like you would usually expect a normal people to do. She then taps lightly in her nametag, bringing your attention towards it. It reads ‘Hello, my name is Audrey’. “So… does that mean you can't talk?” you ask trying to to sound offensive. She looks away for a moment in thought and then does the universal shaky hand gesture for ‘Sort of’. You’re not really sure what that means and she sighs at the look of confusion you're giving her.

She reaches behind her head towards her ponytail and undoes the hairband keeping it together and causing it to fall. After a moment her hair begins to float up and move on it's own as if it were stretching after being bound for so long. You hear what sounds like a low rumbling coming from behind her but there's nothing there. It’s then that you realise it's coming from the back of her head, it's getting louder and that her hair is moving completely on it's own. She turns her head to the side to give you a better look at what's happening back there and you see the back of her head split open horizontally as her hair moves out of the way to reveal a pair of dark lips on the back of her head that curl into a grin. You’re completely taken off guard by the fact that she has a mouth on the back of her head. Not only that but apparently it has a tongue that it uses to lick its lips before making a lip smacking noise. “Ahh, thats much better. You really need to let your hair down more often girl! Need to let it breath!” the mouth says in a surprisingly deep voice.

“Uuh…” is all you manage to say. “Don’t worry baby, we didn’t forget about you. Not every day a handsome, soon to be hopelessly enthralled, young man voluntarily approaches such a master of the most deviant and perverse sexual fantasies you can only imagine.” is says, finishing with a grin and another lick of it's dark lips. Audrey is bright red and shaking her hands and head in an attempt to deny what the mouth is saying with a look of panic on her face. Tis probably the most shocking thing you’ve heard all day, why are monstergirls so good at freaking you out like this. “BAHAHAHA, the look on your face, AHAHAHA, priceless! But no really, I’m just messin’ with you kid.” the mouth says calming you down slightly before patting you on the shoulder with a thick length of her hair. “haha, yeah, you got me” you laugh nervously. Fuckin’ monstergirls.

Audrey begins to look frustrated and glares angrily off into the distance for a moment. “Yeah yeah alright, I’m sorry. No need to get so worked up about it girl.” it say, apparently able to talk to each other through thought. “Not like some if it wasn't true anyway, we’re never gonna find out what it’s like unless we ask someone, and girl i KNOW you're thinkin’ about it with him, so just ask him.” it continues with it's one sided conversation about you like you're not here. “Ask me what?” you say. “Ask you to come on over to our place and… try somethin’ we’ve been wantin’ to try for a while now, if that's all good with you baby.” it says unexpectedly softly. Not wanting to be messed with again you turn to Audrey and ask “Really?”. She looks off to the side, biting her lower lip slightly and nodding. You’re really getting lucky with the ladies aren't you. “And hey, if you’re really kinky we can tie you up in our hair, hold you down, tear off your pants and just start riding your big fat MHRM-” it says before thankfully being silenced by a flustered Audrey holding her hair together tightly and tying it back into a ponytail.

And right as she finishes redoing her ponytail and her mouth stops grumbling, the teacher arrives to the classroom wearing tight pants and a red woolen sweater. There is no mystery as to what kind of monster girl she is. A sweet smile, massive jiggling cowtits, thick titanium thighs, fucking spectacular hips and a great ass. She's got the body of every hot teacher that has ever been lusted after by a student. She also has floppy little ears, stubby little horns and a swishy tail, but just get a load of them gams! “Alright everybody, my name is Matilda” she begins “let me be the first to officially welcome you to the first ever semester in Eden!” she says cheerfully. “Ok, so just a bit of useful information before I send you off to class.

First, everyones schedule will be pretty flexible and allow them to take whichever classes they feel like going to so long as they actually attend a class. Secondly, and this is mostly for the boys in the class, if you end up doing some friendly hanky panky with some lovely lady monster but don't have any protection on hand, don’t worry about it! No, seriously, pretty much all monsters are capable of controlling their reproductive systems so as to simply not get pregnant. Pretty great right? It’s really simple for us to control so there's no reason to worry about any accidents happening, so go nuts!” she says with a giggle.

“I mean it's so easy I could do it right now.” she says, placing her hands on her stomach. “Safe, unsafe, safe, unsafe. I can even go to veeeery unsafe, making myself incredibly fertile. Even just one drop of sperm from any of you boys would guarantee to get me pregnant right now” she says, letting that just hang in the air for a little bit while she looks over each boy slowly with a sly smile on her face. She slowly moves her hands off her stomach without dropping the smile and without saying she went back to being ‘safe’, leaving that thought lingering in the back of your mind.

“And finally, when you do the sideways shuffle with a monstrously inclined lady, you share some of your delicious spirit energy with her. Now I know that sounds like a big deal and really dangerous but the most that will happen is you get a little tired, but that's typical for a good fucking now isn't it.” she says a little patronisingly. “And besides, if you do it enough times you’ll end up as a master of sex that knows exactly how to please his partner to the fullest. Feeling her shudder in ecstasy at his every touch and hearing her moan as he brings her to a screaming, full body shaking, mind blowing, earth shattering ORGASM!!” she says throwing her head back.

She was really getting into that, she practically shouted that last part. She’s breathing pretty heavily after that and begins to calm down and remember what she was talking about. “So as I was saying, becoming an incubus is worth the years of great sex it takes to get there, so do it.” she concludes, sitting down in her chair and leaning back against it. “I would say you’re all plenty introduced now, unless anyone has any questions for me, you should all head off to your classes now. have a great day everyone.” she says with a smile as everyone gets their belongings and funnels out the door and off to the classes of their choice. You guess you should too.

A. Magic classes. Learn some fucking MAGIC SPELLS!!!!

B. Potions classes. Learn some fucking MAGIC POTIONS!!!!

C. meditation classes. Learn some fucking INNER PEACE!!!!

D. Go up and ask cowtits a question. (actually put a question with this one and vote one of the other options, the question will be answered if you just ask it)

E. Write in option.

Well it looks like you guys want to be some kind of magician. Can't say I blame you. So just take a seat on my magic carpet and I will write us AWAAAAAAAAY.

You take a look over what classes are on right now and one catches your eye. Magic class? Like real fucking magic?! Holy shit, yes! AWW FUCK YEAH! Thank you monstergirls and your crazy fucking magick shenanigans. You're gonna be just like that Harry Potter dude, throwin magic around all like ‘ZAP, MUTHAFUCKA!! ‘. And so you head off to learn some god damn magic fuckin’ spells. Heading down the corridors that are now flowing with people, you realised just how many kinds of girls there are. Some of them are pretty obviously monsters and some you can barely tell at all. Not the elves though, their haughty air of superiority is enough to give them away without the knife ears. Some of the shorter ones even look like regular young girls, but you know better than that, not an innocent thing about them. Those ones especially like to mess with a guy's heads.

At least it's not nearly as bad as you imagined being around so many monster girls would be. Big ones you were quick to get out of the way of and small ones you tried not to bump into, you even saw a few tiny ones with wings zipping over the crowds. There are in fact quite a few genuinely friendly ones that don't give you looks you can usually sum up as ‘hungry’. There are certainly some scary ones too, not like hideous scary monster scary, just the regular old uncomfortable feeling you get from some of them. Two in particular gave you a chill with how they just grinned at you as you walked past them as they leant against a wall like a couple of delinquents. You hope you never see that fucking purple cat and her friend with the weird tail again, her smile was way to fucking big.

You eventually find your way to where the class is supposed to be and waiting outside the closed door is a small, flat chested goat girl with decently large horns and two wrapped up packages beside her. “Psst, hey kid” she says to you, shifting her eyes side to side, acting like she's some kind of shady dealer and ignoring the fact that you're a little taller than her “want to learn some magic?”. “Yeah actually, that's why I’m here” you tell her. “Oh, great then. Saves me the trouble of trying to convince you to do my class instead. I’m the teacher by the way, you can call me Gretel.”

You’re a little surprised someone so young looking is a teacher, but you can never tell for sure with these girls. “I’m Christopher. Whats with the packages?” You ask curiously. “I’m glad you asked.” she says beaming. “As a gift for joining my class, you will get a boys magical uniform completely for free. Each uniform is unique and I personally got these just for the boys in my class. The rest off the guys inside just got whichever mystery bag I handed them but since it looks like nobody else will be coming I’m giving you the choice between the last two that are left, lucky you. But there’s a catch, you’re stuck with the uniform you get and if you take one you have to wear it, no point taking it if you’re not going to wear it right? There's a boys restroom just at the end of the hall you can use to change into it.” she says waiting eagerly to see what you’ll do.

A. Accept and take the smaller of the two packages.

B. Take the bigger one instead.

C. Take neither, you don't want one.

D. Something else?

“Wait so you’re giving me a magic uniform for FREE?! You're goddamn right I’m gonna take it!” you say thinking this class couldn't get any better. “I’ll take the small one!” you say eagerly reaching for the package causing her to pull it away just out of your grasp. “I admire your enthusiasm Christopher, But remember you don't get any take backs you have to wear it, got it?” she says making sure you understand what you are agreeing to. “Yes of course I’m going to wear it, I would have to be pretty stupid to pass up an offer like this wouldn't I?” You say still reaching for the bag. “Alright, that's good enough for me. Glad to see someone so eager to get into magic, Here you go.” she says tossing the package to you. You catch it with ease and are surprised at how deceptively light it is, you expected there to be a bit more weight to it.

“I don't think any of the boys got my personal favourite one yet, and I’m not actually sure which one you got so it’s going to be a mystery to both of us!” she says excitedly. “I’m sure you’ll look great in whatever you get, I can't wait to see you in it!”. You see she has an all too innocent smile as you turn to leave. As you’re walking towards the boys toilets you're not as concerned with how you’re going to look as you are excited with what kind of magick it's going to give you, maybe with how little it weighs it makes things lighter or something? Gravity magic would be pretty sweet. At the same time you hope the uniform does actually look cool on you, It certainly wouldn't hurt.

You find the restroom easily enough and luckily it's empty. You enter one of the stalls and lock it behind you. You hold the package in your hands, mentally preparing yourself like a kid about to head downstairs on christmas morning, only with MAGIC! Unable to bear the anticipation any longer you begin tearing into the brown paper keeping your prize from you.

With a big hole torn into the paper, the first thing you notice about your outfit is that it has a big pink bow on the front of a small black top with light pink trim. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me…” you say out loud. Not only does, what you assume to be the chestpiece, have a bow on it but the thing is fucking tiny. It looks like it might cover the top half of your chest at most if you're lucky, leaving you with some serious midriff exposure. Beneath the top part of what you’re going to have to wear is a pair of dark spats shorts with a dark, pink trim skirt that hangs over them and a soft pink belt with a heart in the middle. Under that is what looks like four sleeve things, with more hearts on them. “This is fucking ridiculous” you mutter to yourself. You notice something on the inside of the underside of the skirt, it's a tag from a costume shop. On the back is says ‘Magical Boy Heart Warrior Costume. Note: Not actually magic’. Well it does say it was made to be worn by a boy, so thats… something.

This is what she meant when she said you would be getting a ‘boy’s magical uniform’? If this was a cartoon, this would be the part where the word ‘Jackass’ would fade in on top of you. Your hand quickly finds it's way to your forehead with a loud *smack*. Well now it just seems obvious to you now that agreeing to wear something that someone claims to be magic without knowing what it actually is is a bad idea. Looks like the only power you got out of this was hindsight. Now you have to wear this fucking thing, this is going to be so fucking embarrassing.

You remove what you’re wearing now including your underwear (spats double as a type of underwear and shorts right?), put it all in your bag and slip fairly easily into the shorts with the attached skirt, top, sleeves and leg bits. It’s not nearly as chilly as you expected it to be, You don't even really feel cold at all, must be the school’s air conditioning keeping things nice and warm or something. You're a little embarrassed to admit it, not that you ever would out loud, but it feels kind of nice with how soft and open the whole thing is, it's surprisingly comfortable actually. The only real complain you have, besides all the obvious stuff, is that it’s a little loose. You always kind of expected spats to be a bit more snug, the whole thing feels like it might be a size too big or something but there's nothing you can do about it.

With the humiliating costume on you leave the stall and immediately see yourself in the mirror. There is not as much pink as you first thought there was and you’re only half as embarrassing looking as you thought you were. At least you don't look ‘bad’ wearing it, you would much rather wear your normal clothes but you think you’ll survive wearing this. You’re glad that with your natural metabolism, you were never really able to gain any noticeable weight and so your stomach is flat and doesn’t look absolutely disgusting with your midriff showing. You're also kind of thankful that with how much of your arms and legs can bee seen that you never really grew any real body hair, which is also pretty lucky given your current situation.

With the ‘uniform’ you agreed to wear now on you’ve got to go back to Gretel, you’re not looking forward to this one bit. You leave the toilets and head back down the hall to her. When Gretel sees you she practically squeals in excitement. “Ohmygod it's perfect! This is it, this is my favourite one of all of them and it looks amazing on you! Well what do you think? How does it feel, how does it fit?” she asks completely forgetting that you were tricked into agreeing to wear this. “Well first of all, I think you tricked me into this. Secondly, it feels humiliating and thirdly, it’s a little loose.” you say just a little irritated at her. “A little loose is it? Well we can't have that now can we. Don’t worry I can fix this, turn around for me please.” she asks doing a circle motion with her finger at you. You’re not quite sure what she's going to do but maybe there's some way to tighten it that you missed? You turn around for the short goat girl and ask “What exactly are you going to do?”. To your surprise, she lifts up the back of your skirt! That sounded so weird to think about just now, that you’re actually wearing a skirt. “Don't you worry” she says back to you “I’ll have this problem solved in just a second”. You look back to see what she's doing and you see the hand that isn't holding the skirt up is pulled back into an open palm and glowing an uncomfortable shade of dark purple. “Now j-just hang on a second” you stammer out in an attempt to stop whatever she's doing but her hand is already speeding towards your cheeks!

*SLAP* ”AH!” you let out a surprised gasp accidentally as she slaps you on the ass with magic, sending a jolt up your back. The little goat girl just walked up to you and slapped you on the ass, now you’re not sure what to do. “Hey, what did you do that for?” you ask a little worried about what that purple shit was. “I was just making your outfit fit better, Tell me how it fits now.” she tells you casually. “Wait, what?” after a brief moment you come back to your senses and notice that the outfit actually did get a bit tighter, making it fit almost perfectly to your body. Holy shit this thing just got way more comfortable. “Wow, yeah, thats much better” you say rather impressed “But did you really need to do it like that for it to work?”. “No not really, I just can’t resist a boy in spats” she says rather pleased with herself. “Well now that you're dressed to learn some magic we should actually go do that, hope you’re just as eager to learn magic as you were a minute ago.” she says opening the door to her classroom and heading inside with you quickly behind her.

You immediately notice that you are in fact not the only guy wearing a ridiculous ‘magical boy’ costume and that Gretel was in fact not lying when she said each one was unique. Some have capes, some have cloaks, some have shorts, some have hats and some look like they came with wands. But none are quite as eye catching as yours, unfortunately. It even looks like some guys even chose not to take one at all and are wearing normal clothes but that's only a small group of boys. From the looks of it just about every female student in here are the short, normal looking types, and judging from their dark robes and big pointy hats they are either really dirty members of the junior KKK or witches, definitely one of the two. Something else you noticed about the girls in the room is that they seem to hang around the guys with the better looking outfits, some either don't mind the attention or look like they just want to be left alone. They guys in their normal clothes are basically being ignored by the girls.

With the kind of outfit you’re wearing, you're not surprised when a group of them approach you almost the instant you walk in the room, which by the way looks almost like the inside of a castle because of how the room is seemingly made out of cobblestone and has wide, thick looking wooden tables. Most of the girls you can see are just as tall as your neck, some a bit shorter and some a bit taller but they all look slightly younger than you. Some girls even have floating little demon looking girls hovering around them about the size of their hand and sometimes sitting on their shoulders.

“Wow, what kind of magical boy are you, I love it!” “ Yeah, I think you’re my favourite one that I’ve seen” they all complementing you on your outfit saying similar things about yours being the best, it’s a little overwhelming with all of them talking to you at the same time. “Alright kids, thanks for all the nice things you're saying, I appreciate it but I’m getting a little swarmed by all of you at once” you say hopping to get a little space. “did you just call us kids?” one says “Are you making fun of us or do you really not know?” says another. “ Umm, I’m not really sure what you're talking about” you tell them. They all turn to each other, then back to you again. “We’re not kids you know.” “Yeah, we’re all at least a century old, did you really not know that?“ they tell you. “Ok, wow, thats a lot older than me for sure, I had no idea. Do witches just age really slowly or something” you ask not really sure. They all burst out laughing at that “We wish!” “No, we just use magic to keep ourselves young” “Boys are so cute when they’re such airheads like him.”.

“Alright everyone” Gretel announces to the class “I’m sure you’ve all gotten acquainted well enough. It's time we learned some magic! Today we're going to learn…”

[BECAUSE OF YOUR OUTFIT, YOU GAIN A 20+ TO MAGIC LEARNING VIA THE WITCHES WANTING TO HELP YOU]

[DURING CLASS YOU SEE ONE OF THE WITCHES STRUGGLING WITH THE LESSON AND YOU CAN EITHER TRY HELP HER AT THE COST OF -30 TO LEARNING FOR TRYING TO HELP SOMEONE ELSE OR IGNORE HER AND FOCUS ON YOUR WORK, OUTCOME DOES NOT DEPEND ON ROLL, JUST IF YOU DO IT OR NOT]

VOTE WITH A LETTER AND A NUMBER

A. Learn the Biggus Dickus spell.

B. Learn the Magic Tongue spell.

C. Learn the Naughtius Maximus spell.

1. Help the witch.

2. Ignore her.

“… The spell some of you may have heard of before, Naughtius Maximus”. While some others are snickering, you can't help but wonder if it's some kind of joke name. “For everyone that doesn't know, the Naughtius Maximus spell temporarily fills the target with lust, makes them behave shamelessly and, well, naughty.” she explains to the class. “Don't worry fellas, us girls are just as affected by this spell as you would be so don't worry about not being able to have fun with it like we can.” she finishes with a wink. “Now since this is the kind of spell that affects a person, I’m going to need someone to demonstrate its effects. Now which one of you lucky boys wants to be my lovely witch’s assistant?” she says clapping her hands together and waiting for someone to speak up. Nobody does, for obvious reasons.

“Well alright then, looks like I’m going to have to pick a volunteer from the audience.” she says scanning the room for a suitable guinea pig. “How about…” you can practically feel the tension in the air as no doubt every boy is thinking ‘Don’t pick me, please don’t pick me’. Everyone besides you that is. You were too distracted with adjusting your shorts that started riding up after you sat down because of how tight they are. Your squirming and fidgeting causing the soft fabric to rub against you even more, the soft sensations beginning to get you hard. You're distracted fumblings drawing your teacher's attention to you. “Chris!” she announces having found her plaything, snapping you back to attention. “Y-yes?” you say, embarrassed to be caught not listening to what she was saying. “Be a doll and get your cute, spankable butt up here and help me with this spell, please.” she says, looking at you with scheming eyes. Shit, this was the worst time to get a boner. “Umm, sure” you say hesitantly. Doing the only thing you can to hide your erection in something so tight, you grab the hem of the skirt and hold the front of the skirt down as non-suspiciously as possible as you make your way to the front of the class.

You swear you would be able to see every curve of your dick with how tight it feels, strangely though it's not an uncomfortable restrictive tightness like with a pair of jeans and more moulding itself and stretching around your member without any discomfort whatsoever. Stupid sexy, magic shorts feeling so good and giving you an erection. From the look on her face you can tell that Gretel easily sees through your futile attempt to hide your shame as you approach her but luckily doesn’t draw attention to it, you hope nobody else has noticed with your back to them. “Something tells me I’m going to really enjoy having you in my class” she whispers so only you can hear. You can only blush in response. “Alright class, pay close attention” she says to her students.

“Ok Christopher, all I need you to do is stand right there and try to relax” she instructs you as you continue to keep your back to the class. She then takes a few steps back from you and presses her hands and they begin to glow a familiar purple only this time more intense than when she only used one hand for your clothes. It’s pretty much impossible for you to relax knowing you're about to be hit by some crazy glowing magic any second now. She slowly pulls her hands apart and reveals a swirling purple ball of concentrated magic hovering between her two open palms and says “Naughtius Maximus!”. The sphere launches towards you suddenly and much faster than you would have expected, slamming itself into your exposed mid section and ‘splashing’ across you. It feels like you just got a bucket of warm, tingly water thrown over you as it begins to be absorbed by your body almost instantly.

Your body begins heating up as a warm, tingly sensation spreads through your body, especially around your crotch and in your head, making it really hard to think straight. You barely even notice that your hands have stopped holding down the front of your skirt, leaving your now obvious erection pushing against the front and letting everyone know just how turned on you are right now. “So, how do you feel?” Your teacher asks already knowing the answer. You turn to her, face blushing red, breathing slightly heavier and with a slowly growing grin in one corner of your mouth you say “Really fucking horny and like I haven't cum in weeks” as if it's the most normal thing in the world to say. “Thats perfect, now turn and face the class for me.” she orders you. A moment ago you would have dreaded facing the class looking like you do now, but now the thought of everyone seeing your dick poking stiffly at the front of your shorts only manages to turn you on even more and so you don't even hesitate to face the class.

The girls are clearly impressed by your sudden, powerful change in behaviour at the hands of their teacher and eagerly wait to see what’s going to happen next. The boys on the other hand, are stuck in a mix between unease and relief at the fact that they are glad thats not them up there and at the fact that most people in the room could make them like that whenever they felt like it. Everyone is looking at you and can see what you have poking at the underside of your skirt and it only turns you on even more, and knowing that you're getting turned on because of it just drives you crazy. “Christopher, I don't think everyone can see just how turned on you are, and since it's one of the important parts of the spell it just wouldn't be a very good demonstration if we didn't show off the full effect, so could you please lift up the front of your skirt and give everyone a good view?” she asks in a sweet, innocent voice. Your body shudders in pleasure at just the thought of doing something so perverted, you couldn't stop yourself now even if you wanted to. You reach down and grip the front rim of the skirt and you pause for a moment, enjoying the anticipation and looks of excitement you're getting.

Your heart is racing, your breath is heavy, your mouth is hanging slightly open and your tongue is hanging out of your open mouth ever so slightly, causing you to do little breathy pants as you lightly bite your bottom lip and slowly begin to raise the front of your skirt for everyone to see. You never would have thought in your whole life that acting like a slut that could get so turned on from exposing himself for his classmates would ever feel so amazing. A part of you hopes you don't get addicted to doing this but the other, much larger part, is hoping you become hopelessly addicted to this pleasure and these feelings. Lifting the front up all the way, you get plenty of wolf whistles and cheers from the girls. You have never been harder or more turned on in your life. You can't stop yourself from trembling anymore, your vision is starting to blur and your head is getting more and more fuzzy, you're feeling so fucking good you can barely stand it and start making little moans.

“Ahhh~ everyone is watching so closely, ahhh~, and it's making me feel so good.” you gasp just loud enough for people to hear. “My my, what a naughty boy you are, shamelessly exposing something so big and perverted in my class, and with such a lewd face aswell. I think you might need to be punished.” she says playfully coming up behind you, one hand reaching around to your chest and gently pressing you back against her while the other slowly runs it's index finger down the front of your bare chest. Your legs nearly buckle at her sudden touch, your body feels sparks of pure bliss wherever she touches your skin. “Looks like you’ve completely given in to the pleasure, haven't you dear?” she whispers sweetly in your ear. It's all just too much and you only manage another, louder moan, as a reply. “What’s this? Enjoying yourself so much that you can't even speak? You really are a naughty boy.” she whispers giddily into your ear.

She is now using one hand to lightly rub circles on your soft stomach while the other circles just around the edges of your raging erection teasingly, making sure not to actually touch it and maximise your torment causing you to tilt your head back slightly, still holding up the front of your skirt obediently. She begins gently blowing into your ear, making you moan a little more and getting a quick giggle out of her. “You look like you might cum if I so much as brushed up against your big, hard, throbbing, cock. You haven't fallen so far as to want to do something like that in front of everyone have you?” she says, her hands beginning to quicken. “If you were to cum now you would probably be remembered as the slutty little pervert boy who begged his teacher to jerk him off in front of his whole class” pressing herself against your back even more she asks “Is that what you want?” she says breathing a little heavy herself, seeing you like this must be really turning her on.

Her words alone are almost enough to send you over the edge, your tongue is hanging freely from your mouth and your eyes are rolling upward in your delirious state, ration thought long gone from your overloaded mind. You do your best to stop your incoherent moaning and manage to give her your answer “YES! YES!! YES!!!”. “Hehe, such a naughty boy. I wont stop until i’m sure I have gotten all this naughtiness out of you, so you better cum lots and lots and LOTS for me! she says in overwhelming giddiness before beginning, your dick already soaking the front of your spats with precum. Her hand finally stops circling around the front of your tight shorts and wastes no more time going straight for her prize, grabbing it in a firm hold. You're right on the edge, she just needs to twitch her hand and you will start helplessly cumming in her grip. “You belong to me now, understand pet?” she says. You nod furiously, not being able to stand one more second of not cumming. “Good boy.” she praises you “Now you may cum, my wonderful little assistant, cum for me!”.

She quickly begins stroking your dick, finally bringing you to your long awaited climax. It is by far the best orgasm you have ever experienced as you throw your head back and moan shamelessly, soaking the front of your tight black spats with massive loads of hot, sticky cum from your seemingly endless orgasm. she keeps stroking and you just keep cumming, you fall to your knees from your legs having given out. Gretel drops with you and keeps you upright while not even slowing down with her milking. Through the thick haze clouding your mind you think you can hear her whispering something to you, “Good boy. Such a good boy. You did great.”. Your mind begins to go blank from the endless pleasure your receiving and everything goes white…

You feel a gentle hand rubbing your head and slowly running through your hair. Your head feels like it's resting against something soft and warm, your arms seem to be wrapped lightly around it as well. You can hear someone hummingly softly above you, it's rather soothing to listen too. after a moment you begin to come more to your senses and open your eyes and see your teacher above you writing something out on some paper, teacher stuff probably. “Huh? What happened?” you say, a little confused as to why you were sleeping on your teachers lap. “Hey, you’re awake.” she says softly, looking down at you with a kind smile that relaxes you. “You got really tired and I decided you should take a rest where I could keep an eye on you. That spell really took a lot out of you, most people don't usually get so into it like you did cutie.” she giggles to you. “You’re still looking pretty tired honey, why don't you go back to sleep for a little while longer.” she coos, her delicate hand going through your hair already lulling you back to your slumber. You drift off back to sleep on your teacher’s comforting lap. “Sweet dreams, my little teacher's pet” she giggles as you drift off.

Now I hate to say this but I dont think I'm able to keep this shit going like I thought I would be able too. Because I started work recently I just dont have the time and energy to do it. It takes a lot more dedication than I have to do a storytiem and maybe because I'm a retrd who refuses to do shorter posts.

Anyway I couldn't just stop without saying anything or before finishing the next post and leaving on a good note like that 2 let me. Sorry for anyone who wanted more but I though it would be better before getting anymore invested and me more exaused with it.