I didn’t know why, but that girl Gwen was talking to was giving me death glares.
“What’s wrong Greg?” Gwen asked.
“Yah, you’re like staring off into space.” Heather said.
“Huh?” I said “Oh, sorry, that creepy girl was staring at me like- oh here she comes.”
“You must be Greg.” She said coldly, “Mind telling me why Gwen’s been acting weird?”
“Oh, uhhhhh...” I paused.
Heather suddenly squealed and yanked something off Crystal’s neck.
“Omigawd, it’s so cute, where’d you buy it?!” She squealed as the goth slugged her in the nose.
“Crystal, you stop this instant!” Mr. Dewey yelled.
“But she took-“ the goth started.
“That’s no excuse to hit other students!” He boomed.
The last thing you ever wanted to do at this school was make Mr. Dewey mad. He snatched the necklace and locked it up.
“This is your first incident so I’m letting you off with a warning, one more outburst and you’re going to get called to the Principle’s office understood?” Mr. Dewey asked.
“But sir, Greg’s-“ Crystal started.
“DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!” Dewey yelled, the steam practically screeching from his ears.
“Yessir.” Crystal said defeatedly.
Heather went to the school nurse and Mr. Dewey forced me to use Crystal as my model.
“Say cheese.” I said as she flipped me off.
I snapped the pic and got confused; Crystal’s hair was suddenly half shaved off and half neon purple bangs, and her lips puffed into a permanent pout with a lip piercing.
“Take the picture, loser.” She gruffly said.
I snapped another one.
I jumped a little as her breasts ballooned out to the same size as Gwen’s, straddled in a torn up black tank top that showed off an opal navel piercing.
“I had something in my teeth, do it again.” Crystal said.
I snapped a third pic, then a fourth, and a fifth.
Her hoodie morphed into a spiked leather jacket, her right hand adorned with a fingerless glove as her nails painted themselves violet. Her long back boots grew spikes as her jeans tore themselves up and her thighs thickened.
“Are you done snapping pics of my tits?” She asked.
“Sorry Crystal.” I said.
“My name’s Laney dumbass.” She huffed.
I snapped my portrait pic of Laney and felt the urge to pee. I managed to get to the bathroom just in time and calmed down.
Suddenly Laney walked in and forced herself into my stall.
“The hell are you-?!” I started as the busty punk pulled me into a kiss.
“Sorry I was hard on you back there, you’re actually kinda hot.” Laney blushed.
The second I stopped peeing, my dick stiffened up and Laney dropped her pants, riding my dick raw as I stroked her breasts and felt the cold metal of her nipple piercings.
‘Guess it’s not just bimbos.’ I thought as Laney panted and thrusted against my dong.