Dreamworld

It took me a less than a minute to get lazy and just stick to changing one thing. It's pretty easy to guess what a hormonal teenage boy would wish to change about himself, so I did. I added some size and some girth as to make it worthy of the term, meaty. I decided to add a bit of veins on their just to add the cherry on top. I did start to feel the beginnings of lightheadedness but it was easily ignored. Although I had my entire body eligible for an upgrade I pushed the project to a further date because I also had to work on my procrastination skills, after all practice makes perfect.

There was one thing I had to change however, my strength. The two most important things to a teenage boy, the size of his dick and how strong he is. This is where I understood what the unicorn meant when he explained the limits to my superpower, it had to be realistic. My current body could only support so much strength. To increase my strength I would have to increase my muscle mass, which frankly was more work than I wanted to do so I put it to the max I was able to. I couldn't knock out a jock by any chance but I was strong enough to land a blow and successfully escape.

I walked into the school building fully aware of what type of havoc I wanted to wreak but as soon I entered the building, I took my usual place in the cafeteria and patiently waited for the bell. It took a bit of soul searching to realize that I did not have the guts to be the center of attention, I just couldn't overcome the hesitation. Although I was able to, or rather had the option to alter my body, my personality was bolted shut. I knew two truths at the time of my so called awakening. One, I was tired of going on the straight and narrow path. It wasn't that I wanted to become an evil mastermind that was hell bent on destroying the planet, I just didn't see the point of it anymore.

Secondly, even though I was sent back in time my brain was still mature, or so I would've thought. Blame it on the teenage hormonal imbalances or the seven sins but I was suddenly back to my high school mentality. Suddenly the high school social structure held priority, the stupid rivalries were now so much more important. I was suddenly the most misunderstood being in all of existence and yet the one that knew it all. In the span of two minutes of sitting in the cafeteria, I had fully regressed to my former self.

"What the fuck are you wearing son?" It took a moment to register what the behemoth was referring to, one glance at his wardrobe jogged my memory. It was the age of the baggy jeans and shirts that fit three people. My sad excuse for fashion was a little too ahead of it's time.

"Uh..."

I totally impressed him with my rich and complex vocabulary. He was so impressed that he brought his equally huge counterparts to partake in the friendly conversation. Before he left, we became such good friends that he high fived my face with his fist. I would be lying if I said that it didn't hurt, which it very much did, so I had to run to the bathroom. Getting caught with water around your eyes in that school meant sentencing yourself to death, there was no way to get out of the bully train after that.

After I washed my face thoroughly and made sure no residual evidence could be seen, I took a second look at my wardrobe. A plain white tee that fit me and black boot cut jeans didn't seem weird, but then again my fashion sense was next to nonexistent. I couldn't go home and change because the grades addicted fool in me would downright refuse such acts. I also couldn't risk another altercation with the giants in the school because well, one's rep was everything. So although it was work, I needed call upon my gift once again.

A drastic change would be noticed instantly and that went against my plan of blending in with the crowd. The one thing I didn't want was public attention, at least for now and certainly not for wardrobe related reasons. I increased my height by an inch or so and increased my muscle mass enough to stretch out the shirt in the major areas like the shoulders and chest. The added strength allowed me to hold my own in a fight. As I walked out of the restroom I noticed some drastic changes, all of them in the population of the school. In a span of 15 minutes, everyone seemed to be well into their early 20's but before I could worry myself about it a dean came by and banished me to the principal's office.

"It's the first day of school and you decide to be a big shot?" I knew from her tone that I was getting suspended or worse. "You ran from the scene after getting into a fight and then you have the audacity to roam around the halls? I can assure you, that type of nonsense is not going to fly here."

"That's not even what happened. If you just give-"

"Two week suspension starting today."

That was just fucked up, she didn't even give me a chance to explain. I heard that Mrs. Keller was a bitch but I never had the privilege of personally finding that out. No matter how many times I tried to explain my position she wouldn't buy it, when she wasn't ignoring me she accused me of lying. I would describe myself as a patient guy but she was really getting on my nerves. The one achievement I had in high school was perfect attendance, there was no way she was going to take that away from me.

"This is bullshit, it wasn't even my fault." I made the mistake of speaking my mind, it only served to increase my punishment. Two weeks went to three and the more I talked the harsher it became. "Okay fuck this!"

I had never before let my anger get the better of me but this seemed like a good opportunity to let it. I snapped my fingers and instantly saw her fidget a little on her desk. While my superpower worked it's magic I put on my best show and apologized profusely. Either from the uncomfortableness or the way I was feeding her ego, she just let me go on. A few moments in and I saw her forehead start to shine, soon I could see tiny little droplets making their way onto the collar of her shirt. The emerald green shirt didn't last very long as perspiration was too much for her tiny fan.

"Feeling hot Mrs. Keller?" She shot me a look in which I could practically see the fire in her eyes. "I think I can help you with that." Then with her giving me her full attention, I snapped my fingers once again. The sweating stopped instantly, although it took a few more seconds for her body to dry up. Just before she was about to kick me out of the office I snapped my fingers again. "It's like a switch isn't it, just found out about it yesterday."

I don't how she became the principal of the school because she still didn't get what I was referring to. Somehow this 40 year old redhead thought she had caught the flu. Obviously her brain wasn't connecting the dots so I had to expend my energy in more pronounced changes. Before she called for security I waved my hands over her nails and allowed her to witness my ability first hand. After a moment of delay, the ingrown nail on her thumb suddenly joined the others in a normal position.

"Wha.." Finally she bulb lit up, "How did you?"

Now that I had her undivided attention, I decided to cut the meeting short and get straight to the point. "Long story short, I can reshape bodies. Like plastic surgery but without the plastic and surgery." I gave her a few seconds to wrap her mind around it before I continued on with my monologue. "So here's the deal. You're going to give me a free ride not just now but everytime I get in trouble. You'll fix my report card and pretty much do everything in your power to give me a clean record and a pleasant high school experience."

"And if I don't?"

That's one thing I never understood situations like these, when the other person obviously has the upper hand why would you even try? Obviously if you don't follow the instructions, the result is going to be a fuckton worse. "Would the school really keep a principal that keeps fainting?" That was it, pure silence. "Nod if you'll do what I want." There was a brief moment of hesitation but wisdom won in the long run, she agreed to my demands.

Before I got up I noticed I had a situation in my pants, due to my age it could've been anything but the most likely culprit seemed to be the sense of control. Having that much control was intoxicating, I had a woman sitting in front of me would practically do anything I say. I had already let emotions run the ship once so what was once more going to do?

"Mrs. Keller how long have you been married?" She refused to answer. "I'm just asking because I just saw that all your clothes are brand names, even your bag. I was just wondering how you afford all that with such a measly salary?" When she refused to answer again I reminded her that it was in her best interest to reply.

I learned that her husband was extremely fed up with her spending habits and that she even maxed out all her credit cards, even a couple of his. Despite the economic hardships she brought upon herself, she just couldn't stop spending. In a twisted sort of way, clothes brought her happiness. She wanted to live a life of luxury but it just wasn't in her cards. I didn't need to ask how the sex was since her husband barely acknowledged her anymore. Initially, I only asked her so I could jack off later while remembering how I made her share her intimate moments but now the game had changed significantly.

"What if I gave you what you wanted?" She tried to hide it but her eyes said it all, she was very interested no matter what she went on about. "Anything you want, clothes anything. Every friday I'll come by the office and buy everything in your shopping cart."

Her response shocked me the most, gone was the fear and apprehension and in came her true materialistic personality. "What do I have to do? Just clean the records?"

"No that's already a given. I'm a growing teenager and I have urges as you may know so the deal is that whenever I need to relieve some tension of sorts, I need you to be available. Whenever and wherever is the deal."

"Anything I want?" I nearly jumped out my seat, I didn't think that would actually work. I simply nodded in agreement as words were unknown to me at the moment. "Okay, I'll do it."

I didn't think I would get this far with her and I had no idea what to do next, I knew what came next in pornos but I had never actually participated in the act before. I was supposed to slowly ease into the pool but somehow I cannonballed in, hurrying to find a response I said the first thing that came to mind.

"How bout a blowjob?" It came off in a pitch higher than I would've liked, okay much higher than I would've liked. "I have a class coming up that I actually like so I don't have much time. A blowjob should suffice." It took everything to shoot down the excitement, I was about to receive a blowjob from the principal in her own office. This was it, I had it made.

Mrs. Keller shifted her seat back and crawled under the table with ease, before I knew it my jeans were undone and my dick was out in the open. I might've added a bit too much size on to it because it had correctly earned the term, monster. My cock almost overpowered her face as it reached her forehead, even she commented on the size. I never received a blowjob before, or had any experience in the intimacy department so I let her lead the way.

She tossed her excessively dyed red hair back before holding my cock and bringing it to her lips only to brush the head all over her tongue, tasting it for a moment. She seemed to approve and took the first few inches to slide into her mouth. Gone were the days of masturbation, this was infinitely better. Her steamy breath surrounded the shaft as she sucked the precum off the head like a vacuum.

She ran her hands from the tip to the base as her mouth remained on my head. I know every time she took a breath through her nose she could smell the musk. After the long inhale she detached from the crown and spit a liberal amount of spit on the shaft before massaging it in with her hands. I was in another world altogether as she kissed and licked her way down to the base, burying her nose into my pubic hair and licking all around my balls.

I grabbed the arms of the chair for support as her mouth began to engulf my shaft inch by inch, she was incredibly experienced to say the least. She got about halfway before returning for air, "Jesus, that's big."

She came to that finding after having my cock in her mouth for a while, it was more than conclusive, she was slow. That didn't make a spec of difference at the moment however, someone else was tending to my dick so I had no complaints.

"I'm sorry I can't take it all."

As she said that, Mrs. Keller wrapped her mouth around the head and fed it slowly down once again. Her eyes rolled back for a second as she took about three inches in, I could've climaxed right there but I pushed it down somehow. With the cock still in her mouth she wiped a tear midway from forming and eased herself off it, her face led the way while her lips followed soon after. Shit, she could've have all my money if I was getting this treatment everyday.

After a brief moment of freedom my shaft was engulfed once again while both her hands tended to the remaining portion. Everytime she would take the head out, she would never let her lips part from it. The tip of my cock pierced her lips just barely before she took another attempt at deepthroating the monster. A man, well a teenager, could only take such a punishment for so long. I didn't even get a chance to warn her before I erupted, my dick had just pushed past her lips before it leaked. Shot after shot landed in the valley between her lips and teeth, filling it to the brim. As my climax seceded, my dick plopped out of her mouth as a small stream of jizz rolled down the side of her mouth.

If I didn't have a refractory period I would've been hard again seeing the newly formed river of white on her smooth caramel skin. Without asking she swallowed the concoction as well as the portion that escaped before returning to her seat. "Every Friday right?"

There wasn't even a need to ask as I buttoned up my jeans and walked out of the office with a permanent smile. The day just kept going up from there. I entered health class to find a substitute covering for what was going to be a week. I gladly took a seat in the back row and quickly knocked out from such a giant loss of energy. When I awoke in the half empty classroom I was pleasantly surprised and let out a long sigh of relief. I walked over to the next class on my schedule, which for some reason was right next door to health. Originally the classes were on different floors.

Even though the highs school was filled with a student body in their late teens and early twenties, it felt normal. It was a dream after all so there were bound to be inconsistencies or general weirdness. Something did however feel off about the situation but I couldn't quite place it. It was more of general sense of something being out of place. The more I tried to figure out root of the emotion, the more general the feeling got. After a while I just chalked it up to the heavy energy drain the power caused. While I dozed off in the English class, I paid less and less attention to the feeling. Halfway through the nap the emotion ran it's course and died out, the rest of it was spent reliving my first blowjob.

Wait what?

I forced myself awake after a thought came out of nowhere, just before my climax no less. I just realized that I was dreaming and too in Dreamworld. All the times I've been to this place, never once had that happened before. I couldn't even cross check with anybody if it was possible or not, I guess I ended up finding what was out of place. I tried to call the customer service unicorn but it didn't really leave a number or a specific method of contact. I remembered it saying something about being stuck here so maybe this was just a side effect. As I went down that trail of thought, my rising blood pressure seemed to level out and I once again was in the possession of a cool mind.

As long as the dreams remained experiences I already had, I was fine with them. I didn't pay them much heed as most of them were daydreams of having sex again. Regardless of how awake my mind was, I found myself daydreaming often in that period. It was like my body was forcing itself to rest, the most logical explanation I could come up with was once again the overuse of the power. It would prove, in the next period, that my theory was utterly baseless and the professor was just boring. I didn't daydream a wink in Trigonometry, the class that ruined the entire day. This teacher was the pretty much the devil incarnate as she was the sole reason my GPA was below average. I would've taken the class with any other teacher, without hesitation. Maybe that would've prevented me from repeating the class.

Once the bell rang for fifth period, I already knew how the scenario would play out. Ms. Brander would make us take an assessment to judge how well we knew the material, which we hadn't learned yet, and then hound us for the remainder of the year for doing badly. She was the type of person that would yell at you for being confused and then yell at you for not asking questions. Either way, there wasn't a situation in which you could go through a single class without a full blown lecture. I couldn't remember a single person in the class that didn't get verbally tortured by her, even the kids that aced her tests would reamed each day. This time around however, I wasn't going to put up with it.

With the class fully alert I couldn't do anything, plus I had to finish the god damn exam. Every time I tried to doze of, she would smack the desk with a ruler instantly robbing me of the sleep mistress's embrace. After we answered what we could on the exam, she lectured us on the importance of geometry and trigonometry. I do admit that they're important but I wasn't designing buildings for a living, I just wanted to get my diploma so I could get a degree being some glorified assistant at some firm. I tried taking the high road and attempted to ignore the poison spewing out her mouth but how long could one turn the other cheek. After two sessions of listening to how much of failure I was doomed to be, I ran out of cheeks. I solved 7 out of the 10 questions correctly on the assessment and she was still on my ass, on the first day no less.

I had one of the highest scores in the class leading to the assumption I prepared for the beforehand but instead of getting a break I scolded for a half-assed effort in preparation. Instead of not preparing for the class I didn't prepare enough, which was apparently worse than the former. My patience ran thin extremely quick, she needed to be put in her place or muzzled at least. While she sat at her desk waiting for us to solve a question on the board, I tried to test out a theory. I imagined her having an orgasm and snapped my finger. At first there was no effect but as soon as she grabbed the desk to stand up, she quickly got pinned to the chair. I knew she was in another world by the way she was biting her lip, I sat right in front of her so I could hear a couple of barely audible moans. With my theory a success, I went back to the problem and focused on my notebook.

Even after everyone had finished with the problem she remained seated, I knew she wasn't going to risk getting up. She was too embarrassed, one could see it cemented on her face. She wasn't getting up anytime soon and the sheer fear on her face was enough to bring me peace. Instead of explaining the problem or the steps of how to correctly solve it, she assigned us a page in the textbook to work on for the remainder of the class. While I worked through the page at my own pace, I occasionally stole a few glances. What I saw was the same with each glance, confusion and fear. Time flew by as the bell rang not even a minute later, usually the class felt like an eternity. As I walked to the door, I noticed that this was one of the classrooms that wasn't renovated yet. It was the old woodshop lab that got converted into three classrooms, this particular one had a heavy steel door devoid of any windows. All in all, there was no peeking into the room.