You grin. You might not be God, but you're certainly the next best thing right now. You snap your fingers, more for effect than anything else, and suddenly Balllicker can see you, and is convinced you're shining with a holy light.
"Ima Balllicker," you say, your voice reverberating in her head, "You have been weighed, measured, and found wanting, and we have decided to reorder your world to suit your new fallen state."
She nods, fearfully, and says, "I'll take...whatever you want to dish out."
You continue, as if you hadn't heard her, "You have failed the office of principal, and failed the teachers who look to you for guidance. Thus, I will change your office. You are no longer the principal. Instead, Mister Shepard, the man you humiliated today, is. He will spend his days worshiped and tended to by the entire female faculty, and his new secretary. You, on the other hand..."
Balllicker trembles, petrified with terror.
"Are hereby declared to be the school fuck-doll, open and available to sate any teacher or student's lusts at any time, in any ways they desire. Because I am not a cruel being, however, you will love your new state, and be happier than you have ever been."
A broad grin works its way across Balllicker's face, and she begins to eagerly suck the teachers' cocks as she watches you. |