Good Girls Tryout for the Slut Squad
Kristen wants to write a story about new cheerleaders, but it's spring. Well, that's no problem. She can just set her story whenever she wants and "invent" some girls to join up. To her, it's just a story. Complete fiction.
But these girls she wants to write about are real. She's not inventing them. She's about to change the entire world to autumn. Reality warps around her more and more as her perversity spreads out into the community.
She can picture these girls just fine. Kristen doesn't know it, but she subconsciously knows about any real people to be able to rewrite their lives. The corrupted diary's power grows and grows as Kristen's existence fades and fades.
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Cindy Stone
My freshman year was going great. I was enjoying college. Just two more months, and my first year would be over.
I would become a sophomore.
It was giddy somehow. Exciting to have made it. That first few months had been overwhelming. College was so much different from high school, but I was adapting now. It was becoming routine. Next year would be even greater.
I spotted one of the cheerleaders. She strutted down the hallway in a skirt so short that it barely covered her ass. The top was just a thin strip of cloth that hardly covered her tits. They looked about to pop out if she so much as moved.
They often did while they were cheerleading much to the delight of the boys.
I wasn't a slut, though. I had no intention of joining up. The pregnant Natalie Bishop strolled by with three collared and leashed sluts trailing behind her. Freshmen girls who were being "mentored" by her to be used by every man or boy. Just pure sluts.
I was glad that wasn't me. I was a good girl saving myself for marriage. I opened my locker with a few twists of the knob. I thrust in my math book and pulled out my English book. I yawned and closed it, ready to go to my next class.
* * *
Cindy, America, and Alisha are the new cheerleaders, eager to join the squad. They want to be sluts just like their role models. So they are ready at tryouts to do whatever naughty things they can to make the tea.
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Cindy Stone
I stepped into my English class to...
I blinked as a red leaf from the oak tree fluttered down before me. I was confused for a moment. The tree was covered in orange and red laves. It was spring... No, no, it was fall. Of course, it was. I was a month into my first year of college.
An eager freshman.
Watching the sluts of the cheer squad strutting around school or being fucked in the middle of the hallways had inspired me. I wanted to be a slut like them. I wanted boys to lust for me. To pant after me. To bend me over and fuck me so hard.
I masturbated my virgin pussy all the time. I even thought about buying a dildo off Amazon to pop my cherry, but I had chickened out. Still, I was so eager to be fucked hard by a handsome stud with a big dick.
I shuddered at that idea. Big dicks... I was so wet for them.
I wasn't the only girl that was heading out onto the football field. The other two girls were ethnic which was so awesome. Diversity was amazing. America was one. A Hispanic girl with black hair pulled back into a ponytail. She didn't have tits anywhere near as big as mine.
I was blessed with a pair of Double D's. I was the first girl my age to get breasts. It was so hot.
The other girl was an Arab cutie named Aisha. She wore a headscarf wrapped around her hair and a low-cut top. She would look sexy out there cheering. She glanced at me, smiling nervously. I understood. We had to prove ourselves.
The existing members of the cheer squad marched across the fields in their skimpy outfits. I shuddered, so wanting to stroll around campus showing off so much skin. Behind them, a group of guys walked wearing letterman jackets.
The football team.
They were the hottest studs on campus. Big and muscular. They were supposed to have big dicks.
"Okay," said Buffy, the cheer captain. She was a tan-skin girl with blonde hair. Her nipples poked at the thin material of her boob tube. I swear, her nubs were pierced. So hot. "You three think you have what it takes to join the best sluts on campus?"
I nodded, trembling with excitement and nerves. I stood between the two ethnic girls. My heart pounded. The wind stirred my blonde hair. I was a natural. If I wasn't shaved, the carpets would match the drapes.
"Mmm, they're yummy," cooed Mercedes, a black-haired cheerleader.
"Yeah," said Alexandra, a redhead with tits as big as mine. "We could use some fresh cock-suckers and pussy-lickers on the squad. If you budding sluts have what it takes."
"I don't know," said Pita. The Hispanic cheerleader slid her eyes over us. "They look scared. I bet they'll chicken out and won't do anything slutty."
"I'll do it!" I gasped. "I just... What do you want us to do?"
I wasn't sure.
* * *
They are about to find out.
* * *
Cindy Stone
"Why, to prove you're slutty enough to join our team," Buffy said. "That means, strip, sluts!"
I blinked.
"Er..." said Aisha, glancing at the football players.
"You can keep that headscarf on, Aisha," cooed Pita. "I think it's sexy. But the rest has to go. Or you can take a hike."
"If you can't strip naked here, how are you going to be able to perform on the field?" asked Buffy.
"You have to give blowjobs to the players to encourage them and get fucked in the ass by their coaches," purred Mercedes.
"And let's not forget the post-game orgies," added Alexandra.
"Only if they win," said Buffy, glancing at the football players. "Now, strip. We have to make sure you're hot enough to be here."
I don't know why I was shocked. I knew what the cheerleaders did--I wanted to be sluts like them--but it was still so scary. I trembled as the other two girls trembled beside me. Everyone was staring at us. The cheerleaders and all those guys. They were ogling us, eyes hungry to devour our naked bodies.
If I didn't do this, I wouldn't make the team. I wouldn't be one of the hottest sluts on campus. I took in a deep breath and swallowed my fear. I squeaked and ripped off my top. I did it before I could think. I dropped it, down to my bra.
"Cute bra," said Alexandra. "Mmm, but we want to see those big titties beneath."
"God, they're as big as yours," said one of the guys.
"Show them, slut!"
