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Jeremy was eleven years old, and despite the fact that he was still, for the most part, about as immature as most children were at that age, he nonetheless was distinctive in one way: he was a horny sociopath. Wheras most children at this point in their lives will have learned empathy, Jeremy still had little conception of the feelings of others. He just wanted to have fun. He was also extremely horny almost constantly, to the extent that almost anything you could name was some sort of fetish for him.
As this story begins, Jeremy was sitting in detention, drumming his pencil on the desk and thinking about anything other than his homework. He had been caught masturbating in class and was now being forced to stay after school for an hour under supervision of Ms. Jankis, his MILF teacher. She was pretty hot, but the way she dressed you would never know it: tight bun, no makeup, conservative blouse and pencil skirt. At least Renee, the only other person in detention that day, knew how to show off her assets. Renee was the hottest girl in school, and she knew it, based on her skimpy outfit and heavy makeup.
“Like, Ms. Jankis, it, like, wasn’t even bad! Like, you only caught me sucking, like, one cock!” she was whining, chewing her gum loudly. Ms. Jankis simply rolled her eyes and said, “Just get back to work, Renee. And spit out that gum.” Renee blew a bubble in response, then struggled to continue her work. She glanced at Jeremy salivating over her, who himself quickly glanced back down at the English paper he was writing. He needed to start being more subtle, he decided.
He began to write the boring paper, but soon dropped his pencil. Leaning down to pick it up from under the desk, he noticed another pencil sitting there. It was strange, a brand that he didn’t recognize and the graphite had a certain golden quality to it that was unfamiliar to him. “Weird,” he thought to himself, then picked it up. About to begin his essay again, his mind soon wandered a little, and he accidentally began writing about a fantasy he was having instead: “Renee and Ms. Jankis get hypnotized and Ms. Jankis shakes her booty for me and Renee shakes her titties for me.”
As soon as he placed the period down, the text started to glow a golden color. “What the fuck…” Jeremy whispered to himself, but that wasn’t nearly the weirdest thing to happen in that moment. At once, spirals appeared in both Renee and Ms. Jankis’s eyes, along with blissful, blank smiles. The two, wide-eyed and grinning, walked up to Jeremy. Ms. Jankis turned around, pulled her pants off, and began twerking, and Renee removed her shirt and bra and began to shake her tits back and forth.
Jeremy’s jaw was almost on the floor, and he started drooling a little at the sight of these two. Briefly tearing his gaze away from the show being put on for him, he stared at the words on the paper. Everything he wrote… came true? Well in that case… he wrote, “Anytime I want something to happen, I can snap my fingers and it’ll come true.” After the words glowed, he snapped the pencil in half and dropped it onto the ground, so that it couldn’t be used again.
Looking back up at the hypnotized hotties before him, he snapped his fingers, and the two women began repeating phrases over and over again in perky, bubbly tones of voice. Ms. Jankis said, “I’m a stupid twerking whore of a teacher! School is dumb!” and Renee said, “I’m a retarded titty-shaking cunt!” Jeremy was almost doubled over with laughter, and his hour of detention turned into a delight. From Renee being forced to act like a chicken to the ladies masturbating while smelling one another’s farts, Jeremy had the time of his life.
Unfortunately, soon the hour of detention was up, so he made one final wish and snapped his fingers. The two blinked, then removed all of their clothes and put them on the other person. Renee put her hair in a tight bun while Ms. Jankis extensively did her makeup. By the end, both looked ridiculous, Renee wearing clothes far too big for her and Ms. Jankis clothes far too small. Ms. Jankis sat in Renee’s spot in the classroom, and Renee went to sit in Ms. Jankis’s seat.
As the clock struck the hour, Renee stood up and said, in a serious tone quite unlike her own, “Alright you reprobates, time is up now. Pack your stuff and head home. I trust that your hour was quite productive.” Ms. Jankis giggled and twirled her hair, chewing the gum that Renee had been chewing earlier. “Like, I dunno what that means, lol!” With a giggle, she stood up and strutted out, as Renee sighed and muttered to herself about the “youth of today” The two walked out to a school that would soon be deeply confused about what had happened to the two.
As for Jeremy, he stayed behind, laughing to himself. If he was going to take full advantage of his new powers, he needed a full kingdom of his own. And what place better than one already full of plastic tackiness and debauchery: Los Angeles? With a snap of his fingers, Jeremy was teleported to the front row seat of a Taylor Swift concert in Hollywood that was about to begin, a concert that would permanently alter the lives of everyone currently within the hall...