Kyle stomped back into the computer lab in an obviously-foul mood. Some of the students nearby raised an eyebrow at the sight of the red-faced geek, but quickly turned back to the topic that had taken over the school; someone had literally passed out sex toys yesterday under the nose of all the teachers. "It was like they didn't even see the porn picture on it." Shen said to the group of friends gather around. "And these fliers, how do you get paper to do that? Is it some kind of new technology? It feels like a real..." Timothy piped up "I didn't get one! They were all gone by the time I heard about it after school!"
Might have to print out a few more copies later, Kyle thought as he overhead the conversation. He had printed out one for every male student, but looking back it was obvious that some would take multiple to hand out to friends, perhaps from other high schools. Not to mention, some girls might have taken a few. "Not to worry ladies, I've got you covered....that's exactly why I'm here now." Kyle muttered to himself. "Hey Kyle, you know anything about who made these?" Shen addressed him, speaking somewhat loudly across the computer lab. "Only that there's probably more to come." Kyle replied over his shoulder. "Sweet!" Tim was delighted.
Taking out the small index card he'd transferred Jen on to (with a little struggle), he moved Jen around on the paper until the 'window' of the card centered on her mouth, luckily stuck in a gasp due to Kyle's sticking a well-lubed finger in Jen's anus right when he pushed her mouth in. Printing a single copy onto another card, he pulled the copy's window down to her throat, whiting out the center right where the anatomy books said Jen's vocal cords should be. I don't want to make you mute, but your other mouths don't need to talk. Moving Jen's copy back up, he also whited-out everything from her nose up before once again 'zooming in' on her lips. Hmm, might as well give the boys something while I'm at it. Taking out his pen, Kyle wrote Insert in an oval on Jen's upper lip, and Here! on her lower lip. Pulling the lips alone out, he chuckled at the sight of Jen's two tattooed lips forming immobile semi-circles, framing the rest of her still-paper mouth. As the laugh died down, he stared at the card for a moment, then brought the lips up to his, but before they met he abruptly he lowered the card back down to the table. Kyle thought back to the conversation he had just had with Jen, feeling strangely awkward given the situation.
Kyle refocused on the task at hand. Now comes the hard part. Kyle thought. Taking his white-out, he carefully erased Jennifer's teeth and gums from the copy picture. Then, taking his pen, he drew in new circular (and hence permanently O-shaped) gums, looking like the flesh of Jennifer's pussy. He then drew a clit onto Jennifer uvula before deeming the copy ready. By now most of the students had gone to eat breakfast in the cafeteria or gone outside to greet friends getting off the bus, so Kyle had the lab to himself. He printed out hundreds of copies again, this time enough for both the male and female students. This is really straining on my part-time funds thought Kyle, as he ran the first printer out of ink. Well, no one said revenge is a cheap dish. He smiled when he saw that each sheet only had Jennifer's modified mouth, just as he planned. "And now for the final test." Kyle pulled on one of the mouths. As it emerged fully from the paper, it began to flap open and closed as Jen tried to lambast Kyle for his perversions again, stopping when Jen realized she couldn't hear any noise from within her confinement and feeling an odd pleasure from her new orifice.
Most of the students didn't yet realize that Jen's ass could be pulled from the fliers entirely, the curse merging her with the nearest object once she was let go of again. But the ones that did now had Jen's ass installed on all manner of surfaces in their house. Jen's defenseless vagina and anus now adorned many a mattress, couch, chair, desk...one enterprising student had even pressed Jen into his sink, ramming her tight pussy as he brushed his teeth that morning. The curse made everyone forget about Jennifer the person, but it also made them accept the existence of Jen the object without too much fuss, and so most people chalked it up to either a high-tech sex toy or whatever other mundane explanation their minds would most readily accept. But the new 'product' that Kyle had made Jen into required people to know she could be stuck onto other mediums, particularly the female-centric product that Kyle was about to make.
Taking the original Jennifer, he once again printed a single copy onto another index card rather that paper. Taking this copy, he whited-out everything but her tongue. Kyle drew a clit on the end of the tongue and one halfway down, before pulling the flapping appendage out, turning it around, and re-embedding it in the card. On the underside, he wrote Stick horizontally on the base of it in small print with an equally-small arrow pointing down, before writing a larger Insert running down the tongue sideways with a larger arrow pointing upwards. Shifting the window so that this tongue was slightly larger than Jen's original, he began printing another few hundred copies. Filling nearly half his bag and completely draining the printers in the computer lab, he made his way out and back to the bulletin board.
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"Whoever is using the copiers in the computer lab, please note that the printers are for educational uses only! I repeat-"
Jen's face was finally free again, she surveyed her surroundings as the PA system continued to blare; the same bulletin board she'd been at this morning, and her mouth tasted overwhelmingly of plastic. Seeing Kyle in front of her, she fixed him with a skeptical eye as he returned it with a smirk. "What do you have for me now? After last night, I don't think anything could be worse. I felt what you did with my mouth earlier, but boys can only fuck one part at a time Kyle. Maybe I can take some pressure off of my other parts now." Her arms would be crossed if she had access to them.
"Oh, I think I've outdone myself this time. Even invested in some packaging and instructions." Kyle turned to someone outside of Jennifer's line of sight. "Hey Tyra, look at this!" Jen paled at the mention of the name; Tyra was a member of Jen's clique and her fellow cheerleader, and she considered Tyra a good friend. Jen's gut told her to be mortified of her condition even as her mind told her Tyra couldn't recognize her. Sauntering over, she glanced at Kyle's unflattering khaki shorts. "You better have a damn good reason for calling me over, State Farm." Tyra's wit was legendary around school, surpassing even Jen's comebacks. Jen halfheartedly tried to address her, but as she suspected Tyra couldn't hear her.
"Did you see who put these here? Must be the same person from yesterday." Kyle said, not wanting to reveal his part in the flier fiasco. "Oh, well whoever it was, looks like they upped their game. Individually packaged and everything." Tyra looked down at something below Jen's field of vision. "Instructions: One, open packaging. Two, remove item. Three, place anywhere you want licked...Oh, this one's for the ladies!" Tyra exclaimed, noting the pink card and female symbol on the information card. "Don't mind if I do. They're getting really good at these toys. And I know exactly where I want it." Tyra glanced to the left at another bowl of goods, this time with a half-blue/half-pink info card. "And I think I'll pick up one of these for later..." Turning to face him, Tyra appraised the geek standing next to her. "You know, I'm glad you told me about this Kyle, thank you. But for real, get some better shorts." Kyle only smiled back as Tyra walked into the nearby girls' room.
"That's so sick Kyle. Tyra is my friend, we're not like that. I'm not even -EEEEP!"
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Tyra walked into the bathroom hurriedly, tearing open the small plastic packaging that held what she was excited for. Extracting the disembodied tongue, she pressed the female sex toy (which weirdly had two clits) onto the inside of the underwear she was wearing. Testing to see if it was properly affixed, she pulled her panties up and moaned at the sensation of the tongue pressing into her vagina. It energetically pressed back and forth, almost as if it was trying to escape. But with no mouth to return to all it could do was turn Tyra on more, as she felt it lap at her walls, trapped within it's fleshy prison without a moment of reprieve. "Oh yeeeeaaah....MMm, today's my lucky day. I wonder how it'd feel in my ass..." She pulled her skin-tight jeans back on, fully sealing Jen's tongue inside her folds until she took them off again.
Walking back outside, she saw Kyle standing there. "How is it?" he said with a grin on his face. "Don't be creepy, what a girl does is her business, you should know that!" Tyra retorted. "But, for your information..." Tyra gave him a Cheshire smile as she felt the captive flesh wiggle within her own. "Mmm...I think her and I are going be best friends." Tyra took another copy of Jen's tongue and walked away.
"See Jen? You and Tyra are still friends. It's just that your relationship...changed a little." Kyle smiled, his diabolical plot revealed. "KYLE YOU FUCKING LOSER DON'T YOU FUCKING TORTURE ME LIKE THIS PUT THE REST AWAY AND TURN ME BACK-" As Jen continued her screaming tirade to the notice of no one but him, she could feel her best friend's labia sliding over the sides of her tongue as Tyra walked over to the usual lunch table. By the end of lunch, she was tasting all of her former friends as her tongue squirmed inside each of their pussies (as well as Tyra's & Lin's assholes). She was also forced to blow 40 or so boys and suck the clits of another 15 or so girls, as her permanently O-shaped, partially-pussified mouths also started seeing use. From her vantage point she was able to see in one class, blushing at seeing herself in action, as a boy stealthily hid their orgasm with a stretch as she felt that same student shooting jizz into her mouth. It was an odd feeling, her original mouth empty and her face undisturbed (and in fact ignored as everyone perceived it as a sketch of a girl) while at the same time feeling her mouth wrapped around a multitude of cocks around school. It was made even odder by the changes Kyle had made to her oral anatomy. It feels like they're in my pussy, but on my face! Jen thought wrinkling her nose.
But by far her tongues felt much worse, as the completely-hetero girl tasted the different flavors of each girl in school. Since each tongue didn't include lips or a mouth, her flesh was trapped; sat in pussy after pussy as the girls pulled their new hidden toys up, their tighter clothes ensuring that nothing showed even through their panties or thongs, much less their outer layers. Jen eventually realized that Kyle had made her tongue copies slightly large and longer on purpose, so that no amount of struggling would dislodge them from sticking straight up in the vaginal canals of both her former friends and enemies. In the same class, she watched the conservatively-dressed Juana answer a question with a smile on her face even as she felt her walls clench around Jen's struggling flesh underneath her knee-length skirt. Not as much of a good-girl as her parents think, Jen thought to herself she felt Juana's anus squeeze her other trapped tongue in it's vice-like grip while her clit sat in Jen's mouth.
Half the girls in the class had a dreamy look on their face as they were either licked out or had their clits sucked. Between classes, she groaned every time she saw a group of girls talking in front of their lockers, as one out-of-the-loop girl was inevitably brought to the table and Jennifer's tongue got another home (and much of the time, two) and their clit made Jen's mouth theirs. By far the worst was Alyx, the butchiest of their graduating class. Despite the fact that she never returned it, her tomboyish physique got a lot of male attention, and she caught more than a few glance as she walked up to the bulletin table in a tanktop, camo shorts, and buzz cut. She took no less than four of Jen's mouths and ten of her tongues, and Jen was soon tasting Alyx's hot cavern in triplet and her anus in duplicate as she was forced to simultaneously make out with Alyx while sucking her clit. "Jackpot! Jessica will love these." Alyx muttered to herself as she picked up Jen's goods, presumably referring to the girlfriend Jen would not doubt get to know intimately later.
After school, she realized with fresh agony that none of the cheer team had taken her off as she felt them do stretches with her tongue still embedded inside them. As Tyra, Lin, Emily, and the rest practiced splits, she felt each of them push her tongue deeper into their sweaty caverns as they touched the ground. Meanwhile, most of the players on the football team had kept her mouth under their compression pants as they practiced. Jen felt every movement through her lips as they all grew hard or soft (or came) in turns, and every hit translated to having her mouth shoved down to the base of their rods as their penises tickled her uvula-clit. She had lost count of the orgasms she'd had from her new mouths and tongues by the time practice was over.
By evening, she thought that some students had finally gotten tired as she felt them pull out of her yawning mouth. But her hopes were dashed as she felt many of those same students start pounding her other holes, their cocks still wet with Jennifer's own saliva. Things got even worse when they finished, as she felt her mouth receive most of them straight from her own pussy or ass (and a few from someone else's). The curse is complete. I've really become the school cumdump...they don't even recognize me, their homecoming queen, as I suck them and fuck them again and again... Jen thought forlornly, as she felt Kyle cum in her ass again. Jen knew because Kyle was the only one who spanked her ass as he pounded it. She hoped he couldn't see the wetness framing her labia.
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Emile and Elizabeth sat in the girl's bedroom. Emile was a bit of a nerd, and he wasn't too popular around school as one of the scrawnier teens at Glendale (though nowhere near Kyle's level). But he had gotten to know Elizabeth when he had one day worked up the courage to talk to her as she sat in the library reading her books. Elizabeth was herself a somewhat plain girl, her equally-gangly frame hidden behind her hoodies and large glasses as she read books at recess. But Emile had fallen for the girl nonetheless, her shy charm and kindness catching him just as his kindness and gentle nature had her. Elizabeth's parents were very strict, and it had taken nearly a year of steady visits just for them to trust Emile enough to leave them alone in her room. Now they wanted to go further in their relationship, but they knew it would all be over if Elizabeth's father caught them fooling around.
"Emile, I love you....and I trust you. I wish we could do more without dad finding out..." Liz sighed.
"It's alright Liz, I can wait...Besides, at least we can do this." Emile took both of her hands in his.
"Yeah! I was really nervous grabbing them, but I'm really glad I got these-"
"-they're incredible!" both of them said in unison.
Laughing, Emile said excitedly "It might not be quite the same, but I still feel connected to you when we do it together." He looked longingly in her eyes. "At least this way, we don't have to worry about getting found out, and there's nothing for your folks to bust us for."
Elizabeth, getting more excited over the secret, whispered "Yeah! It's perfect, I can't believe they were free, they seem so advanced..." There was a pregnant pause as the two of them looked in each other's eyes before Elizabeth whispered again. "Are you close?....I'm almost there"
"Me too....Liz..." Slowly, they brought their lips together and kissed.
Elizabeth squeezed Emile's hands hard as she came, his mouth silencing her already-quiet moan as Jen's tongue was showered in her juices, her clit engulfed by the detachable mouth she'd also gotten from the bulletin table that day. Jen swallowed Emile's load a few seconds later. She continued to service them both underneath their clothes, as they continued their seemingly-innocent kiss in Elizabeth's room.
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By nightfall, Jen realized that she would never have a break like she had last night, as many of the students had transferred her mouth or tongue to their pajamas, falling asleep in her mouth or with her tongue inside them. Jen cried in the empty hallway as she could make out Tyra, Lin, Alyx, and Juana among countless sleeping pussies, and was forced to swallow well over a hundred nocturnal loads from the boys in her stomach. Jen didn't know this, but three of them had been from Timothy, who hadn't missed out again as he had with the fliers. "This is so fucking sweet..." he said to himself as he shot another round of cum down Jennifer's throat.