Completely Normal
mc; gg; Fg+; FF; F+g; Fdom; oral; anal; mast
Candace was your typical 5th grader. Decent grades. A few good friends. Normal stuff. At 11 years old, she measured up to just shy of 5 feet. She had long, brunette hair and a cute face. Her breasts, if you could call them that, were just starting to develop. That didn't bother her much, though. She was still a few years away from worrying about her sex appeal. Plus, attending an all-girls school didn't offer very many opportunities to even think about boys.
The last class of the day had just let out. Candace, in an effort to get to her locker before the hallways got too crowded, dashed through the halls. As she was turning a corner a little too quickly, she collided with someone, sending them both falling backwards. Candace looked up and saw that it was a woman who seemed to be in her mid 20s. She was wearing a mesh top with a black bra clearly visible underneath, and a pair of hot pants. Not only that, but the woman seemed to be staring at something with a grin on her face. Candace followed her line of sight down and was shocked and flustered to see that her skirt had flipped up a little and her pantied crotch was on display. Candace quickly got up. The woman flashed a devilish grin and stood up as well.
“W-who are you?” asked Candace, still flustered.
“I'm going to be your new principal, sweet cheeks. You can call me Miss Michaels. Nice panties, by the way,” said the woman.
Candace was taken aback. The things that Miss Michaels had said to her made her very uncomfortable. She immediately didn't like the woman. She hadn't even heard anything a new principal. On top of that, she was almost certain they wouldn't hire anybody who would dress like that, or call students “sweet cheeks” or compliment them on their underwear.
“I didn't know there was going to be a new principal,” said Candace.
“Neither does your current principal, but I'm going to make her see things my way,” said Miss Michaels. “You enjoy your weekend. Come Monday, I'll have taken charge and there will be some changes around here,”
Candace, being a 5th grader, might not have known much about how jobs worked, but even she knew one didn't get a principal job by going up to the current principal and convincing them that the job should go to them. Candace thought this woman was a little unhinged and she was getting some seriously bad vibes from her. She didn't want to say anything that would upset the lady.
“What sort of changes?” asked Candace.
“I'm glad you asked. You're not going to believe me, but I've got the power of reality manipulation. I can make massive changes to reality itself, but only in small areas,” said Miss Michaels.
Candace took a good look at Miss Michael's face. She seemed to be serious. Candace was now 100% certain this woman was insane.
'Yeah right.' Candace thought. She couldn't help but roll her eyes. That was exactly the wrong thing to do.
“You see. I knew you wouldn't believe me,” said Miss Michaels with a big grin. “How about a demonstration? See that girl over there?”
Candace turned to see Felicia Summers.
“Yeah,” said Candace. “What about her?”
“What color is her hair?” asked Miss Michaels.
“It's brown,” said Candace.
“Look again,” said Miss Michaels.
Candace looked again and was shocked to see Felicia now had a pink dye job. At least she thought it was a dye job. Candace suddenly felt uncomfortable again.
“Oh my god! You did that?!” exclaimed Candace.
“I sure did!” said Miss Michaels with a big smile. “I changed a small part of her reality. I changed it just now, but she remembers buying the dye and doing the job herself,”
Candace just kept staring. She noticed a few students walking by as if nothing were wrong.
“Why is no one else seeing that her hair is suddenly pink?” asked Candace.
“They are all remembering my reality where she had done this some time ago,” said Miss Michaels. “The only reason you know any better is because I'm demonstrating my power to you. I'm going to use this weekend to set up a zone around this school. As soon as you walk through the gates on Monday morning, you will be a part of this school's new reality and you'll be completely oblivious to any changes. You'll see even the most outrageous change as completely normal.”
“There's no way you could make me see anything you change as normal,” said Candace with a smug, self-assured grin.
“You think so, huh?” said Miss Michaels. “Well, rest assured there will be changes and, come Monday, all you students' hot little asses will be all mine.”
It was with the last statement that Candace went from feeling uncomfortable to unsafe. She booked it in the opposite direction. Miss Michaels looked on in mild amusement. She chuckled to herself and then continued on her way to the principal's office.
She eventually found her way to the main office and let herself in. She turned toward the secretary, Mrs. Stevens. Mrs. Stevens was a passably attractive woman in her mid 30s.
“Hey there, Muff Diver,” said Miss Michaels, focusing her powers on the woman.
Muff Diver was taken aback. She didn't believe she knew this woman, but clearly the woman knew her. That, or she had guessed her first name, which was unlikely considering it wasn't a very common name.
“I'm sorry. Do I know you?” asked Muff Diver.
“Not yet. But soon you'll know me quite intimately,” replied Miss Michaels. “First, I need to speak with your soon-to-be-ex boss. Come with me.”
“Of course!” said Muff Diver, happily.
Miss Michaels went up to the door to the principal's office and went in without knocking, Muff Diver following close behind. Mrs. Richardson, the principal, was surprised by the sudden intruder.
“Excuse me, but if you need to see me, you need to set something up with my secretary...” began Mrs. Richardson, but she noticed her secretary behind the intruder. “Oh, Muff Diver, I didn't see you there. What's going on?”
Miss Michaels started focusing her powers on the principal. “Pleased to meet you, Assmunch. We need to discuss a few changes around here.”
Monday
Candace wasn't looking forward to going to school today. She had seen the power of the horrible Miss Michaels firsthand and she was frightened. She hadn't told anybody about Miss Michaels. No one would believe her anyway. Plus, her mother wasn't about to let her skip school. So it was with a resigned sigh that Candace got dressed for school. She picked out a pair of cotton panties, a nice ski and a simple t-shirt. Ready for the day, she went outside and got on the bus that was just pulling up. Candace chose an empty seat and the bus took off.
The bus, which any other time would have been too slow for the preteen, seemed to reach its destination far too quickly. Candace got off the bus and approached the gate. She stood there, staring at it.
“Something wrong?” asked a familiar voice.
It was Candace's good friend Penelope, Penny for short.
“Yeah. Something that happened Friday is just making me nervous,” said Candace.
“Want to talk about it?” asked Penny.
“It's stupid,” replied Candace. “I met a woman who said she was going to change reality at the school. It sounds so dumb, but I believe her.”
Penny could see that Candace was nervous about going through the school gate.
“Here. Take my hand,” said Penny. “We'll go through together.”
Candace smiled at Penny. She really was a good friend. Candace took her hand, they stepped up to the gate, Candace closed her eyes, and the stepped through and...
...nothing happened.
“Doesn't look like anything changed, Candy-cunt,” said Penny, using the cute pet name she had used for Candy since they met in kindergarten.
Candy opened her eyes. She had been expecting some kind of reaction. Like a dizzy feeling or something. She looked down at her outfit. It was the same thing she had put on that morning: An itty-bitty microskirt and a cute pair of nipple rings. Candy looked over at Penny and saw she was also wearing a completely normal outfit for a 5th grader: a black, lacy pair of crotchless panties and a matching open cup bra. Candy had always been jealous of Penny's tits, which were already a b-cup. Like any other girl her age, she wanted to be the sexiest slut she could be, and Penny already had a big head start in the tit department. Candy noticed Penny had her blonde hair up in pigtails to give her a playful look and she was wearing the choker that Candy remembered Penny's mother had given her for her 9th birthday. It was black leather and had the words “Mommy's Little Slut” on it. They let go of each other's hands.
“Thanks anyway, Penny-puss,” said Candy, using her own little pet name from kindergarten.
Candy leaned in and kissed her on the lips. The kiss lasted for a few good seconds before Penny broke it off.
“I don't know why I was so worried,” said Candy. “That woman seemed so nice. I was picking up some good vibes from her. Plus she was pretty HAWT.”
“I've got to get to class,” Penny said. “See you later, Candy-cunt!”
Candy watched Penny's tight little ass sway as she walked away.
“Can you help me please?” said a young voice.
Candy turned around and saw a little kindergartner, around 5 years old.
“What's the matter, sweetiepuss?” asked Candy.
“I'm lost!” cried the kindergartner.
Candy took a closer look at the little girl. She was a redhead and had cute little freckles spotting her face. Going further down, she was actually nude save for a tag hanging from a nipple clamp. Candy examined the tag. It had all the little girl's personal info as well as the class she was in. Her name was Ginger.
Candy looked up from the tag and saw that Ginger was nearly in tears.
“Don't cry. Here, how's this?” said Candy, as she cupped the kindergartner's tiny twat and started rubbing. That seemed to soothe her quite a bit.
“There. That's better isn't it?” asked Candy. “I know where your class is and I can take you there. How does that sound?”
The girl nodded, smiling.
“The hold tight so we don't get separated,” said Candy.
Ginger reached up and grabbed a small, but firm handful of Candy's ass.
“OK. Here we go,” said Candy.
Candy maneuvered through the halls. Along the way, she looked for any other changes that sexy Miss Michaels might have made. However, the more Candy looked, the more she saw that everything was perfectly normal. A couple of girls were making out against the wall, there was a three way daisy chain going to town over by some lockers, one girl who appeared to be about 18 was leaning back against her locker and a set of twins who looked about 7 were eating out her pussy and her ass. That was the beauty of a K-12 school, there were girls of all ages to satisfy any lust.
“Hey Candy-cunt!” cried another familiar voice.
Candy looked over to find Felicia. She still had the pink hair. She was pinned face-first against the wall while another friend of Candy's, Cassie, was railing her ass with a strap-on.
“Cassie brought her strap-on to school today,” said Felicia. “Want a turn before classes start?”
“No thanks. I'm leading Ginger here to class,” said Candy.
Felicia looked down at Ginger.
“Well aren't you a cute little piece of ass,” said Felicia. “You be a good girl for Candy-cunt, okay?”
“Okay,” said Ginger, shyly.
Candy led Ginger to her classroom.
“Thank you, Candy-cunt,” said Ginger, sweetly.
“Actually, it's Candy, but I guess you can call me Candy-cunt if you want,” said Candy.
Ginger smiled, and reached over and gave Candy's pussy a lick. Then, with a wink and a wave, she ran into her classroom.
'Cute kid,' thought Candy.
Candy looked up to a clock in the hallway and saw she still had a few minutes. She decided to do a little investigation at the office. Passing through the halls, she witnessed all sorts of completely normal acts of depraved sex until she finally reached her destination. She entered and approached the secretary and for the first time noticed something different. There was a new secretary! But a faculty change was hardly supernatural, was it? The new secretary was very professionally dressed. She had on a red shelf bra that left her massive tits exposed and a pair of micro bikini bottoms pushed to the side to allow her hand easy access to her cunt. She seemed to be watching a hardcore porno on her computer and masturbating furiously. Very professional. Candy hoped she could be this professional someday. Candy looked at the nameplate on the desk. It read, “Miss Sugartits – Tweak nipple for assistance.” Candy reached over and tweaked her nipple. That seemed to set Miss Sugartits over the edge. She came. HARD.
“Oh! Like, I didn't see you come in,” the woman said with a giggle. “How can I, like, help you, cutie?”
“I'd like to see the principal, please,” said Candy.
“Sure thing!” replied Miss Sugartits. “Like, go right in.”
Candy thanked the secretary and let her go back to her important secretarial work. Candy approached to door to the principal's office and knocked.
“ENTER!” said a voice that was so commanding that Candy's immature pussy juiced up just hearing it.
Candy entered the room. If was a fairly normal principal's office with a red carpet leading to a large throne at the back of the room. Sitting on the throne was none other than the wonderful Miss Michaels. She was wearing a small pinstripe business suit jacket unbuttoned with no shirt and a necktie coming down between her naked tits. She wasn't wearing any bottoms. It was the standard attire for businesswomen. She was thrusting up and down on the large dildo attachment on the seat of the throne. The sound of her commanding voice from the other side of the door had Candy juicing up, but the sight of this goddess had the girl leaking down her inner thighs. At the foot of the throne, the previous principal and the previous secretary were fully nude, 69ing. They were each wearing dog tail buttplugs and dog ear headbands. Miss Michaels looked over at Candy.
“Well! If it isn't Candace!” she said. “Notice anything out of place?”
It had been a long time since anyone had called Candy by her full name. She preferred Candy because she thought it was sexier.
“Why would I?” asked Candy. “You haven't changed anything. Everything I've seen since I've entered the school is absolutely normal.”
Miss Michaels seemed to find this amusing.
“Yes well, I did tell you that you would be oblivious to any changes I made,” said Miss Michaels. “Do you recognize your previous principal and her secretary?”
“Yes,” said Candy.
“Do you see anything wrong with them?” asked Miss Michaels.
“Not really,” answered Candy. “I think it was very generous of you to keep them on as your fuckpets.”
“Ha! If only the you from Friday could hear what you just said,” laughed Miss Michaels. “She wouldn't believe it.”
“What's wrong with fuckpets?” asked Candy. “They provide a valuable service.”
“Speaking of which...” said Miss Michaels. “Muff Diver! Assmunch! See to our guest.”
The two fuckpets unfurled themselves and approached Candy on their hands and knees. The former secretary, presumably Muff Diver, brought her nose up to Candy's pussy and sniffed heavily while the former principal went around and settled her face into the valley between the girl's tight, young cheeks. Then, simultaneously, they both went to town on Candy with their tongues.
“I know you don't believe me, but I have changed nearly everything about this school,” said Miss Michaels.
Candy listened through the string of multiple orgasms the two skilled fuckpets were relentlessly administrating. Candy had liked the new principal from the moment she met her. Miss Michaels was gorgeous and was, frankly, sex on legs, but there was just no way she had changed everything about this school. Sure, Candy had been given a demonstration on Friday, but for all Candy knew, Miss Michaels' powers extended only to people's hair color. Candy was simply not willing to believe something so far-fetched. Everything she had seen since arriving at school was exactly as she always remembered it. It was normal. Nothing had changed.
“The truth is, I like reminding myself how much power I have over the minds of those changed,” said Miss Michaels. “If you'd be willing to humor me and let me keep asking you if you notice anything amiss, I'll let you come here every day after school and bask in my presence. I may even touch you,”
The thought of that gave Candy the most powerful orgasm of the bunch.
“Yes! Yes, I will!” cried Candy. “I'd do anything for that!”
“Excellent. Report here after your last class,” said Miss Michaels. “Speaking of class, you are late for first period. Approach the throne, turn around and bend over.”
Candy untangled herself from the fuckpets and approached. Her heart beat faster and faster the closer she approached. Eventually she stood before Miss Michaels, turned around, and presented her ass. Miss Michaels took out a sharpie and started writing on her cheeks “Please excuse this hot piece of ass – Principal Michaels.”
“That's your tardiness pass,” explained Miss Michaels. “Get going, slut.”
With those words, Candy rushed out of the office.
“And no running in the halls!” yelled Miss Michaels. “We wouldn't want you slipping in any pussy juice!”
Candy's first class was Health. As she entered the classroom, she found the teacher up on her desk, legs spread wide to give the class a good look of her cunt. When the teacher saw her, she gave her a stern look. Candy approached her, turned around, and stuck out her ass. The teacher read the note and gave her a playful slap on the ass.
“That seems to be in order,” she said. “Go take your seat. We're learning masturbation techniques today.”
Candy took her seat and spread her legs wide. As she settled into fondling her little, pierced nipples on her flat, immature chest and eased her fingers into her frothing, hot little cunt, she looked around at 20 sexy little sluts her own age doing the same. It may be shaping up to be another normal day, but normal wasn't a bad thing.
