Ugh. This was such bullshit. Miss Mackenzie fucked with reality so now everyone thinks I'm this Abigail chick. To make matters worse, any time someone tells me something about Abigail, I get these flashbacks and relive the altered memory. I've had the cheer squad remind me of a trip to the mall that ended with me making out with a security guard who caught me shoplifting. Apparently Abigail is a total slut. Practically every guy I've ran into today has reminded me of a time I put out for them. And with every new memory, I've found myself getting more comfortable in this bitch's body.
School ended almost an hour ago and 'Mr' Mackenzie was still nowhere to be seen. I was getting tired of waiting around, but who knows how many new memoried I'll gain by going home. Being alone in an empty school was better than hearing any more stories about this new reality. Another half hour passes and I finally give in. If Mr Mackenzie won't fix reality, then I'll just have to do it myself. I leave his classroom and head for my locker. Inside, I expect to find a folder full of spells I got online. But as I reach my locker, the door is wide open and everything is gone.
"Fuck..." I mutter. "Hopefully it's in the lost and found."
The hallways are dark now and I find myself getting nervous and even a little scared. Stuff like this never used to freak me out, but I guess Abigail isn't as brave. A flash of memories shoot through my head. Halloween night when Dylan Rider took me to watch a horror film and I curled up into him for the entire screening. Then, after the film I insisted that he share my bed because I couldn't sleep without him protecting me. We didn't sleep much that night anyway... Shit! That was more intense than the other memories. Is that because I thought about it, or is it just getting stronger with time? I don't want to find out.
Rushing past the principal's office, I reach the janitor's cleaning cupboard and start searching through the lost property box on the table. There's nothing that looks like it belongs to me, though it's hard to tell when everything I've ever owned was altered by a witch. I pick up a purse and wonder whether it belonged to Abigail. Another flash of memories. This purse wasn't mine, but Jessica let me borrow it for a date I had with the captain of the football team. He took me to dinner and we snuck off into the women's bathroom. I sucked his cock and swallowed every drop before heading back to our table in time for dessert. Fuck! It's getting really warm in here. Or, is it just me?
As I catch my breath, my hand grasps something long and hard. Pulling it out from under a pile of clothes, I find a dildo in my hand. I freeze. What the fuck is this even doing in a lost property bin? A huge tidal wave hits me as I'm bombarded with new memories. It was the night of the big game and I decided to make a bet with some of the players. If they won, I'd let them do anything they wanted with me in the locker rooms. Whether it was the added motivation, or simply pure talent, they won the game and five guys were waiting for me after the rest of the team went off to celebrate. Brad pulled out a dildo and placed it on the floor for me. I spent two or three hours riding that thing as I sucked off the guys. And just when I thought it was over, Brad came back into the room with the rest of the team!
"MMmmmpphh!" I moaned loudly, muffled by the dildo which was now inexplicably in my mouth.
The new memories were definitely getting more powerful. I could almost taste the football team's cocks as I continued to suck and lick and moan. I couldn't stop myself. I was too fucking horny to care anymore. In all of these memories, I never got to experience my own orgasm. Sure, I swallowed and wore plenty of loads in them, but that just made me hornier. There was no release for me as each new memory reminded me of how good this body could feel. No wonder Abigail was such a fucking slut. This new wave of memories comes in bits and pieces. No clear memory, but hundreds of fragments. Every guy I sucked off, every position I got myself into. There's still no release, even as they pound my slutty little pussy. God, I just need to get fucked!
"You shouldn't be here."
The Janitor is stood in the doorway. He looks like he's been standing there for a while, because I immediately notice that he's rock hard. I can't stop staring. He smirks and starts to get undressed. "I thought I told you not to come down here anymore. We agreed that we'd only hook up under the bleachers."
Surely Abigail wouldn't be slutty enough to fuck this creep. But I feel another wave about to come. This one feels larger than anything I've endured before. I sucked him off once to get out of trouble when he caught me breaking school property. It was so fucking big that I couldn't stop thinking about it. I started getting myself in trouble around him more, making excuses to go further with him. But for the past few months I just leave a note for him and he'll fuck me senseless out by the football field. One time we even had sex while a game was on and almost got caught. It was mostly my fault... I couldn't help myself. He was like a sex god, or something.
Oh shit! How long has he been fucking me!? The same wave of memories bombards me as before. Each memory of sex with this guy grew more potent in my head, like it was being reinforced. Suddenly it all clicks into place. Mr Mackenzie's spell didn't do all of this. It was adapting to my own thoughts. Slowly, my mind was being corrupted by thoughts of sex. With each new memory, I was becoming more of a slut and my own horniness was escalating this nightmare. Abigail was only a slut because I couldn't stop thinking about how good it would feel, how good it does feel!
Fuck! I'm having sex with the Janitor. This could all be over if I just focused my head on something other than sex. But how can I think of anything else as he rams me with his hard cock? God, I don't think I can stop myself anymore. I've already reached the tipping point and now I'm plummeting into 'Abigail the School Slut'. I don't even realise the new memories coming in as he fucks me hard against the table. They enter my head without the slightest resistance. All of my focus is on him. By thinking of him as a sex god, I have altered reality into making him one. He knows every pressure point, every button to press. And finally, he gives me what I've been craving for all day.
"Oh my fucking GOD!!!" I scream.
As I lose myself in this earth-shattering orgasm, I feel a pull on my mind and finally a snap. Mr Mackenzie's spell has broken, unable to contain the strength of my new reality. I still have no idea where he's gone or whether he'll fulfill his deal to change reality back again. At this point, I don't even care. I don't think I want to go back anymore anyway. It's only now that the spell has broken that I notice I don't feel any power within me. I guess Abigail doesn't possess the magic gift. But what she does possess is so much better!
We fuck for another twenty minutes or so. It was hard to keep track after the third orgasm. By the end of it, I collapsed to my knees. I was exhausted in all the best ways. I don't protest as he jerks himself to completion above me. In fact, I help him out with what little energy I still have. He cums all over me and I'm not even surprised to find I love it. Abigail loves to be a slut and now so do I
