Every School Has One
by: Zedd

 

Every school has one. A slut I mean. All through high school there was this one girl who everyone knew would go all the way with you. All you had to have was a dick. Actually, I heard all you had to be was human. This girl would sleep with anyone. Teachers, boys, girls, etc. But I digress.

Now I’m in college and of course, there’s this one girl. A slut. Not that I’m complaining mind you! Not me! I know the importance of letting off a little steam, reducing one’s stress level. Having sex is one of the world’s best ways to relax a person. A poet might even say it ‘brightens a cloudy day.’ But when I met this girl was when my bright days became cloudy! Let me tell you what happened to me!

I met Cindi at my dorm room when my roomy snuck her in for some sex. Here was this hot looking chick, dressed for sex, snapping her bubble gum like she was right out of a movie! Unfortunately for Tim, my roomy, he collapsed on his bed in a dead drunken sleep, not to be woken till sometime in the afternoon the next day. So here I was alone with this girl, which delighted me to no end. She was a short 5’2" and weighed around 110 or 115. I guessed her measurements at around 36-24-35 with small but shapely tits. She had long blonde hair that reached the bottom of her shoulder blades, and a cute face with rather exotic eyes and plump lips just right for sucking a big cock like mine. Her clothes were the type she could take on or off with simple ease. A black leather skirt just a couple of inches below her crotch that showed great legs, and a buttoned red satin blouse that molded itself to her conical tits erotically. Nude stockings and a simple pair of 4" heels completed the outfit. Except for a little make up, there was nothing else to her. No accessories or jewelry! She was actually a petite thing which normally didn’t attract much of my attention, but seeing she was right here in front of me and willing to do anything I wanted in order to get laid, how could I be picky. Of course, I’m no smoothy as far as the ladies are concerned, but my score card is a bit better off than most. I’m just above average in looks and brains, and the ladies know a winner when they see it.

I checked on Tim then came back out to the little common room between our bedrooms. This is where we party, watch TV, study or whatever.

"My name’s Jeff, by the way." She looked over her shoulder at me with some interest, snapped a bubble at me, then turned back to the picture on the wall, grinning. I grinned back, liking the way her ass looked.

I came up behind and wrapped my arms around her. "What are you doing?" She asked me while snapping her gum loudly, the fruity flavor filling my nose, and pushed me back. "I didn’t say I’d fuck you."

"What do you mean? I thought you were ready to go!" I was surprised really, cause I knew what she was and couldn’t understand why she would suddenly change her mind.

"You came here with Tim to fuck, well, he’s not up for it." I paused dramatically. "But I am." I said with as much sexual prowess as I could muster while slipping my arm around her shoulder again.

"So you think since I’m a slut, you can fuck me anytime you want?"

"Of course! That’s what a slut is!" I really didn’t know what the problem was. She knew she was a slut, I knew she was a slut.

"Well, what if I don’t feel like it right now?" Her words were said with that female calculating tone I’ve heard in the past, right before some bitch would rip me off about something. Cindi obviously thought I wasn’t up to her standards! Or maybe she was trying to charge me like she was a prostitute of something!

"I don’t think it matters." I told her straight up. "You came here looking for a big cock, and I’ve got one to offer." My hands took her by the shoulders and pulled her in for a kiss, my mouth already eager for her strawberry lipstick. She muffled some protest for a few minutes but calmed down then, kissing me back for all she was worth. She may be a little uppity for a slut, but she sure could kiss like a pro!

I broke for air, but not before her tongue had pushed her gum into my mouth. Now I had the fruity flavor. I just looked at her while I mechanically began chewing. She, on the other hand, was all smiles as she grabbed my hand and led me down to the couch.

"Now that’s more like it." I said. I smiled while encircling my arms around her again. She snuggled into me and we began to kiss again but with more passion this time.

My hand rubbed her stomach as we kissed then began to go higher. Soon I was massaging her breasts through her silky bra, her nipples hot and hard. Her tongue seemed to have a life of its own as she all but raped my mouth. Her hands were rubbing my pants and crotch, sliding and grabbing my cock through the denim.

"MMMmmmmmm!" She moaned to me through the kiss before breaking it. "I know you said you had a big cock, but I didn’t know it was THIS big?!" She asked while rubbing the swollen lump in my jeans! I snapped a fruity bubble in my mouth.

"It’s all for you, baby." I muttered while unbuttoning her blouse. Her bra was a silky red number that barely contained her smooth tits. I liked it when women wear sexy lingerie!

"Good." She purred while caressing me. "I think I’m going to have fun with it." She turned to me then and asked. "You don’t mind, do you?"

"Hell! Why should I mind? If you want it, take it!" I smiled broadly and waited for her to unzip my jeans. Instead, she got up and proceeded to leave.

"Where are you going?" I asked, completely surprised by her complete turn-around.

"I’ve got what I need. Thanks for giving me a way out, too." She said as she opened the door and left. "What the hell . . . " I got up intent on going after her when suddenly I felt dizzy and had to sit back down or fear falling on my face. The dizziness passed after what seemed like a minute or two leaving me feeling tired. I had no idea what had caused it, maybe working too hard on my studies, or playing too much football, but I guess I was pushing my body too hard lately. I decided to let Cindi go after all and work on my paper. It was due in another week anyway. I snapped a particularly large bubble and sat at my desk.

I worked the rest of the day when, that night, there was a knock at the door. Probably one of our buddies telling us about a party! I opened it only to see a courier holding a box in one hand and a clipboard in another.

"I’ve got a delivery for a Cindi here." He looked at me for a few seconds before continuing. "There isn’t any last name. Just Cindi." I was thinking, Tim really had it hard for this chick to try and have her move in with him. Of course, he didn’t ask me about it. If anyone knew how to get a hold of her, it would be Tim. Maybe She’s playing him for some money or something.

"She’s not here at the moment. I’ll sign." I said taking the clip and scratching my name quickly. I handed him his clip back and took the box, noting the weight of something heavy, and smiled my thanks. He looked at his clipboard for a second as he turned to go and smirked at me like there was something funny.

"What’s so funny?" I asked, slightly irritated. "Nothing man. It’s just that you signed her name. That’s Okay though. Whatever turns you on." He turned and left leaving me feeling totally puzzled. I didn’t sign her name. Did I?

I closed the door and proceeded to open the box. I doubt very much I’ll be seeing that chick again in the near future anyway. I figured what was inside was just clothing. I dumped them out on the old, ratty sofa and discovered there was nothing surprising to be found. Just a complete set of girls clothes! One bra, size 36 B, a pair of matching panties, size 5, a pink T-shirt and a pair of sexy looking jeans. The shoes were exotic though, a pair of 4" silver heels covered in little pink hearts! Even looking at this stuff gave me a woody, imagining the body that filled them!

I picked up a pair of panties, hot pink with lace around the waistband, and felt how smooth and sexy they were. They practically oozed sex! Well what was I going to do with all this stuff anyway? Actually, it was Tim’s problem not mine.

Just then I saw an envelope taped to the bottom of the box with my name on it! What in the world! I ripped it open and scanned the text expecting some crazy threat coming at me!

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Dearest Tim,

I thank you for releasing me from my exile of the human race, of which I had existed for the last seven years. I had voluntarily placed myself, due to my nature, in a selfish and self-serving position, in which, when the time finally came where I had matured sufficiently, someone such as you would come and take my place. I realize you have no idea of which I speak of, at least not yet. I cannot give you any clue as to your current predicament, or give any advice in order to help you in your future, as it will cause my own position to fall back, as dictated by the powers that control these things. My only joy is knowing how much more of a human being you will become once your imprisonment is finished. The length of which is set only by the fates that guide your personal being. The only thing I can tell you is your own likes and dislikes will affect your being, so don’t be too shallow. Farewell, and thanks for the big cock.

Cindi

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I sat on my couch, totally confused as to what was happening. Why would this chick send me all her slut clothes? And what in the world was she talking about? I looked at the letter, then all the silky things next to me, but couldn’t figure it out. I guess she just lost it, and I wasn’t the one to worry about it.

I needed to get back to my paper so got up. That’s when I really started feeling weird! Not bad mind you. Actually pretty good, just really different than I’ve ever felt before! I stood there trying to figure it all out when a strand of blonde hair fell across my vision. At first I just brushed it aside, too engrossed in my thinking, when I realized I didn’t have long blonde hair. It was short and dark brown! I felt the top of my head and knew somehow my hair was growing at an unbelievable rate, and turning blonde! I rushed into the bedroom to my mirror and gasped at my reflection!

Unbelievably, I watched in the mirror as my hair cascaded down around my head, growing and shifting color from dark brown to blonde like magic! It grew and grew until it almost reached the middle of my back! What could have done this?!

Then I noticed my face was starting to change as well! I couldn’t watch, yet, try as I might, I couldn’t tear my gaze away either! I was terrified yet enthralled at the same time! My face smoothed some, my cheekbones raising and nose shrinking and changing its shape somewhat until I had a cute one! My eyes seemed to enlarge, then shocked me as they changed color from my brown to a warm blue! This was really freaking me out!

I staggered out into the common room and flung myself onto the pile of clothes on the couch. I didn’t care if Cindi would get pissed at me for wrinkling them. She shouldn’t have sent them here to start with!

I lay there for several minutes, feeling my body contort and shift, afraid to look down at it then. I could feel my clothing becoming very loose and baggy on me. I didn’t know what was happening yet, but I could figure out I was changing into girl. I got that at least from watching my face in the mirror. In fact, now that I think of it, that face looked awfully familiar to me just then. I remembered seeing that face earlier today in fact!

"Cindi!" I screamed as I jerked myself up and ran into my room to the mirror, my clothing threatening to trip me at any second! I couldn’t even see my hands for crying out loud! I screeched to a stop in front of my mirror and gasped in terror!

The whole letter I found, the box of her clothes, and her strange words earlier suddenly making some sort of sick sense! I had become her!

In another minute the whole transformation was complete. I stood staring into the mirror, not really believing what I saw, but unable to look away or disbelieve either. I was now Cindi. The huge clothes that fit me well a matter of moments ago, now hung like so many blankets, smothering the curves that tempted me only hours ago.

I had no idea what I was going to do now. Who was going to believe what happened to me? I could hide out here, sure, but what could I wear?

Suddenly, I knew that all the clothes that would fit this body were sitting out on the couch and lying on the floor. It was as if this whole thing had been planned from the start! God! Could I do that?

Arguments and counter arguments ran swiftly through my brain, each possessing excellent points on what to do, where to go, who to talk to, and lastly, where to find the real Cindi. I guess I should call myself Cindi for now. She’s been all over this campus so somebody’s bound to recognize her. Instantly my eyes went wide with real fright and my hands clutched the loose shirt in front, jiggling the breasts beneath! Everyone knew Cindi was nothing but a slut! I was a slut! How could I avoid trouble like that?

Walking back, I sorted through the clothes that Cindi sent. Somehow she knew what was going to happen. I would have to find her before anything else and convince her to change me back.

Shucking out of my clothes, I picked out the satiny bra and panty and slipped into them, the bra giving me few problems. The pert smallish breasts resting very comfortably inside the satin cups. I then began slipping the pair of jeans that were skin tight with strategic holes throughout up my legs I actually had to wriggle and pull in order to get them up past my hips! I finally buttoned them and walked around, amazed I had gotten into them, only to realize that the seam ran right through my crotch and tended to rub that area whenever I moved! The jeans were skin tight and showed everything this body had to a magnificent degree, except that rubbing was really getting to me. I almost felt like I was getting horny!

Next, I slipped what I thought was a simple pink, T-shirt over my head, only to discover it fell short, exposing my midriff and hugged the breasts enticingly. Absently, I unbuttoned a few buttons that were there and showed a bit more cleavage. I pulled my hair out of the back of the shirt and reached for the only pair of shoes that were there. The pair of 4" silver stiletto heels that had little pink hearts on them. I giggled at how cute they looked.

Something was wrong to me then. I stopped and looked around, unable to put my finger on exactly what it was. I was here for a reason, that much I knew, but couldn’t remember exactly what that reason was.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door that frightened me! I jumped with nervousness, only to scream at myself to get a grip. I went to open it, only to find a tall, good-looking guy standing there. He looked familiar to me somehow.

"Sorry. I lost my key." He said as he walked in past me grinning. I looked at him hard, his face reminding me strongly of someone else I knew, but couldn’t place. He obviously knew me.

"Hi sexy. You look really hot. Obviously, you think so too, otherwise you would’ve made some changes." I merely looked at him, not comprehending a single word he said.

"Do you know what your name is?" he asked nicely. I nodded once then swallowed hard. "Yes. It’s Cindi." Cindi? Was that right? I tried to remember what was happening, and to understand why there was this fantastic hammering inside my head.

"That’s right!" He laughed. "Cindi." He looked at me playfully then, studying what I was wearing, undressing me with his eyes. For some reason it was making me hot!

"Cindi the slut." I gasped! It was true! I was a slut. I loved to have all sorts of sex, with just about anybody! I drew the line at old folks though. They made me kind of sick to my stomach. Wait! Was I Cindi? I seem to remember differently. I looked at this guy who only smiled, and wondered why I seemed so drawn to him. Not in a sexual way, though I wouldn’t turn him down, but in another way I couldn’t fathom. I recalled working on a paper earlier.

I snapped my head up at him, my eyes going wide with realization, my finger pointing accusingly.

"That’s right. I’m Jeff. And now, you’re me!" He smirked the last, and my body began to tremble. "I think very soon now you’re going to really make yourself at home inside there."

"What do you mean?" I asked with a shaking voice. That was the first time I had said anything, and was shocked to hear it come out so soft and sexy, even though I was terrified beyond belief!

"Just that, when I became Cindi, my body changed to fit my own image of what a perfect sex bomb should look like. Course, I said as much in the letter." I glanced at the letter sitting on the small table.

"Now what?" I was scared, but for some reason the crotch of my jeans kept riding up and giving me fits, almost massaging me! I was wet and heating up fast. Even my nipples were rock hard!

"Now you’re Cindi, and I’m Jeff. In the future, when you’ve become a better person like I have, then someone else will become Cindi. It’s that simple." He looked at me and sighed. Not in a sexual way, but in a sort of sad way. Perhaps there was a little relief in there also.

"Someone else?" I asked, afraid if what I was hearing was actually the truth, yet some deep part in my gut told me it was. He nodded before speaking again.

"I can’t really go into any detail without being punished. I mean, that’s what’s happening to you."

"Me?" I prodded my own chest with a finger. He nodded only once.

"That’s right. You. So, if you don’t mind. I hate to be rude, but I’ve got a paper due in less than a week and I need to get working." He stood and gestured for the door with one hand and guided me to it with the other.

"Wait. What am I going to do? Where am I going to go? You can’t just. . . "

"Yes. I can. Besides, you’ve got your own place. Remember?" He asked with a final push out the door before shutting it. I heard the lock click, sealing me outside.

Other place? My own place? Suddenly my mind filled with the image of a small apartment not far from here. And I knew I hadn’t cleaned it for a few days!

I started walking promptly towards my home while mentally clicking things on my fingers that I knew I needed to pick up. Detergent, soap, bread, milk and a few other things.

Was it my home? New home? Something still nagged at the back of my head, like a constant ache. I slowed my clicking of my heels, they were my favorite, and gazed at myself as I stood in the hallway of the dorm house. I looked at my feet, legs, hips, and everything else about me and realized how in the world I could have ever gone out looking like I did right then!

Instantly my body began to stretch itself towards a new height, clothing and all going along for the ride, until I had attained my new height of 5’ 8" tall. A vast improvement over the short shit I was! My thighs swelled out rounder and healthier while my hips widened greatly, stretching the pants wondrously, until I had achieved the womanly kind of hips I thought most men loved the most. Real Baby makers I called them! Then my waist shrank a little bit more, losing only a couple of inches at most, until there began a stark comparison between my hips and waist. My tummy also protruded ever so slightly outward in a very sexy sort of roundness. My shoulders became a tad bit wide for a girl of my general build and height, but I believed a certain width of shoulders on a woman portrayed a strong sense of strength and vitality. My breasts then began swelling beneath my T-shirt, larger and rounder, gaining just a bit of sag and softness as they went. The bra also grew with it, transforming from a soft satin into the strong nylon under-wire that a girl with really big breasts like me needed. The simple one hook in back became five hooks in as many seconds! My breasts swelled bigger, the slopes of softness pushing together and rising towards my flushing face as I watched, until finally I had reached what I thought to be the perfect size. The T-shirt, as it had also grown, still fit snug, outlining the 38 GG bra underneath. Of course, the bra was a cup size too small for the express purpose of pushing my huge melons together in an enticing manner. I giggled as I realized that my thumb-sized nipples could still be seen poking out through my bra, even as tight as it was.

Twisting around as best I could to catch a glimpse of my own ass, I clucked to myself, knowing it wouldn’t attract anything as it was. Instantly my ass began to enlarge, each cheek rounding outwards, until it had become the counterbalance to my spectacular chest!

The final piece of restoration was my head, though cute as it was, it would never win me any contests. My cheeks filled out a tad, my nose straightened slightly, my eyes became larger and rounder until they resembled the eyes of the exotic sorcerer who tried to lure men to their doom with the promise of sex! The lashes lengthened and darkened, giving me a sultry, slutty look of someone wearing too much mascara. My upper lip puffed out while my lower inflated dramatically, giving me the appearance of someone who liked to suck on popsicles far too much! They then were covered in deep, shiny red lipstick. I smiled and laughed, imagining anyone looking at me would no doubt believe I was the pouty cocksucker I resembled. The joke was that I actually was a pouty cocksucker!

I pursed my lips, imagining how they looked, and blew kisses about, excited at seeing the expression of the guys as they saw what a real slut looked like. Of course, one last thing needed to be done. My hair! I ran my now 2" deep, red nails through my hair, watching it as it grew and cascaded about me in deep golden curls, until they dangled just above my incredibly curving, jutting ass!

Now I was ready!

I laughed at the world and walked out of the dorm, past a few guys who promptly walked into each other as they ogled me. I teased them even more by wiggling my scrumptious ass at them as I walked away. I needed to clean that apartment of mine before I picked out another lucky guy.

Honestly, I don’t know what I had been doing up to now. I never like to live like a slob, yet I was. What would the guys say about me if they saw how filthy I lived? I’ve got to keep my reputation intact if I want to stay popular! Of course, most men really don’t care if my apartment was trashed or not. With them it’s all about the sex! It’s the females and teachers I would later seduce that would notice. Especially the female instructors! They tend to be the most observant about the little details. I have to have a clean apartment, otherwise they won’t give this little slut a passing grade! And I get so few passing grades! Sometimes I think all the instructors are failing me to keep me from leaving. I sometimes believe they fail me because I’m such a slut. Well hell, maybe I am! I mean, if I wasn’t a slut, then somebody else would be! It’s always like that ya know. Everywhere you go, there’s always a slut.

Every school has one.

 

The End.

 

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