I followed Ashley along the street, watching her stealing admiring glances from men and jealous glances from women. She was a stunning beauty, so she deserved all the wolf whistles and green-eyed monsters around her. At 5’8 she was elegant and sexy. She had the long blonde hair that begged to be touched and could easily be used in a shampoo advert. Her eyes were blue and her face perfect. She was by far the prettiest girl in the school, even though her face was often sneering at her “inferiors”. As for her figure…well! Her legs were long and you could tell she worked out to keep them toned. She had a nice round ass, with a hint of lopez about it and her tits were a real handful at 36D. From what I saw of them, she had nipples that were extremely suckable! Did I mention her pussy? Oh, man! It was shaved and looked sweet as anything between those toned thighs of hers! Who could blame her for being a bitch? …Me!
She must have been heading for Cedarmount, our high school. She was wearing her usual corporate gear, looking more like a teacher than a student. Or a businesswoman or something! For some reason, all the most popular senior girls were in fashions that made them look like the wives of politicians. They were all a bunch of rich bitches and Ashley was the worst of them! I was going to enjoy myself today.
As we neared the school, I decided it was time to make a few adjustments to Miss Miller. I wished that nobody but I would notice the changes being made to her, giving me time to work on them before the world could see. I decided first on a change of clothing. Her corporate suit was gone. Now she wore a tight pair of jeans that showed off her gorgeous ass. Her heels were gone, replaced by a pair of cheap trainers. The blouse and jacket were nowhere to be seen, now she wore a tight blue sweater that showed off her midriff and I wished her bra away so her nipples would be plainly visible through the top. Hhhmm, what else?
By this time, she was getting ahead of me so I wished time would freeze and ran up beside her. What was missing? I knew there was more to do. I wished away her panties too, for the fun of it and then I rolled the sleeves of her sweater up to her elbows, putting her books down on the ground as I did so.
Ah, of course! I looked through all the subjects she was doing in her files and text books. This would never do! Beautiful and clever? I think not! I wished that she would forget everything she had learnt at school about science and languages, geography and history, then for good measure the rest of her subjects. Then I wished away all but the most basic maths from her mind, so she would have trouble counting beyond ten and take minutes to add double digit numbers. This was amazing fun! I wished away her ability to write and to read, then lowered her iq to 50, making her a real dumbass!
I admit I was getting off on this. Why stop here? I decided she could do with being a little smaller, so I knocked four inches off her height and brought her down to 5’4. Now she wasn’t anywhere near as intimidating! She couldn’t brag about being smarter than everyone in the school now! Even the dumbest freshman was way smarter than her…and they could read and write! Hahaha! Now she wasn’t even a tall girl any more, she was as small as some freshman girls I’d seen and was dressed like a normal student would. In fact, she looked like the kind of girl who would enjoy pleasing men now. A big titted, brainless little tramp.
Now I could make sure she was what she looked like! I wished for her to be a real slut and then wished that time would unfreeze and everyone could see her. Then I wished myself invisible, so I could follow and watch without being seen
It didn’t take long for her to come across her first guy. A nerdy little loser called Lionel. He was skinny and spotty, with ginger hair and big glasses. She walked right over to him with a dumb expression on her face. I got harder watching her tits bouncing freely under that sweater.
“Hi…ummm, what is your name?” She looked confused and put a finger up to her lips, trying to kick her brain into drive. He answered with a stutter that he was Lionel. She smiled and knocked on her head. “Oh, silly me! I was just thinking this morning, today I need to give someone a good handjob. I think you deserve one for being…uumm…like, Lionel!” With that, she reached her hand down his trousers and searched for his tiny dick. She must have found it after a bit because he eeped and she withdrew her hand, all covered in new spunk. “Wow, that was fast!” She licked her hands. “Mmmmmm, nice spunk…uh…whatever your name is. Bye!” She walked away from the confused nerd, her ass swaying.
The next guy she came across was some football player. He whistled and called out to her. “Love that sweater, baby! Any chance of seeing what is under it?”
She pulled her sweater up and let her big tits bounce free for anyone around to see. The football player was stunned and took a while to enjoy the view before he ran over. She was still holding her sweater up when he got there.
“Babe! You are sweeeet! Thanks for that, you made my day. You got a model rack on you! Why did I get the pleasure?”
“Uuumm, what? You said what was, like, under my sweater? So I showed you, ya know?”
“Got anything else you’d like to show me, gorgeous?” He grinned, still admiring the tits on this little sex bomb. Not much upstairs, it seemed. Just the way he liked them, dumb, top heavy and ready to serve.
“Uh…I dunno…do I? Sorry…what are we talking about?”
“How about we make our way to the locker rooms and we can show each other things there, huh? I have the keys off coach. What was your name by the way?”
“Uh….”
“It isn’t a trick question, honey. You want me to call you tits just?” He winked.
“Ok!” She grinned stupidly.
“Wow! You are game for anything, aren’t you tits?” He felt the blood flowing to his cock as she nodded and her ample breast jiggled. He had a raging hard-on now, that threatened to burst out of his trousers. He couldn’t wait to spend his load up her tight ass. “You can pull your sweater down now, tits. Let’s go.”
I followed them to the locker rooms and slipped in before the footballer (I think his name was Kevin) locked the door. He walked up to the shorter, dumber and altogether more slutty Ashley and told her to kick off her trainers and pull her socks off. She did just that, sending the trainers crashing against a locker. It was a terrible noise and Kevin looked like he might have a coronary for a while, before it became clear nobody was coming to check it out. Once he was sure they were not going to be disturbed, he undid the buttons on her jeans and tugged them down.
Man, he got a sight! Those tanned thighs would look great wrapped around him and that shaved pussy was awfully tempting! He threw the jeans away and started on his own clothes. “Take the sweater off, tits and bend over!” He laughed as she did so. “You must have got the brain God dropped, tits! You are dumber than my dog! You ready to take it, dumb bitch?”
“Sure…I think…uh…yeah! Take whaaaaaaaa!” She screamed as he slammed his cock up her ass and started to pound away at her. She grabbed a locker for support and leaned against it as her asshole was invaded by his throbbing member. He grunted and she started to moan, her tits bouncing like crazy and her biceps straining to push back against Kevin as he thrust.
“Oooo, you bitch! Your ass is so tight! UH UH! SHIT! SHHIIIITTTT! I AM GONNA BLOW MY LOAD!”
And he did! He roared like he just made a touchdown and I imagined Ashley felt the spunk flowing into her asshole. As he pulled out, she turned round and licked his cock clean with her tongue. He enjoyed the attentions of her tongue so much, he spurted a line of cum right into her face with a grunt.
“Fuck me, tits! You know how to show a guy a good time! Have a nice fingering session on me, ok?”
Ok!” She smiled and slipped three fingers into her wet cunt, rotating them round and round. She played with her clit, pinching and teasing it. She stroked her pussy lips, all puffy and aroused. I could see it all clearly. The dumb slut was masturbating in front of me and Kevin. He stayed to enjoy the show as she massaged her tits and flicked her nipples until they stood out like bullets. Then she used her free hand for something else. She slipped her middle finger up her own asshole and moved up and down as she probed. After five minutes she had a screaming orgasm and her sweaty body shook pleasingly.
Kevin left after telling her to meet him here tomorrow. I wished she would put her clothes back on and head home. No point going to school when she was so dumb. I followed her, thinking what I could to do her next.