It’s truly amazing how humans rush around like little ants, scurrying here and there, doing whatever the fuck they think they really have to do. That’s all they really are to my kind, ants. I’m so far above them, I could squish them like the bugs they are, and believe me I’ve been tempted.

Still, sometimes the easiest thing to do is just give them all the fucking time in the world. Just make time stand still for someone and maybe they’ll leave you alone. Of course when time stands still, so do things like moral or ethical behavior. That’s always a sight worth seeing.

Well, if you’re me it is. If you’re not, you’re frozen... yet delightfully pliable.

“Hurry up, Jake.” Courtney whined, her grating voice really beginning to wear thin today.

He sighed and picked up the heavy shopping bags. “Right there, just a sec.”

Catching up to his girlfriend, Jake tried to ignore the stares of her bitchy sisters. He leaned in next to her as they walked down the sidewalk to whatever store they all found to hit next in this all-day shopping nightmare.

“Babe, tell me again why they had to come along.”

Courtney stopped and turned to Jake, her eyes rather intense. He knew he’d fucked up yet again.

“If you love being with me, then you better learn to love being with my sisters. We’re a close family and we share everything. Melody and Hannah enjoy shopping as much as I do. Why shouldn’t they be included?”

Jake looked over at the other two girls. They’d stopped and stood eyeballing the two of them. He could see the smirks they held. Even if they were Courtney’s younger sisters, they both were wise to the fact that she had him wrapped around her little finger.

He lowered his voice and turned back to his girlfriend. “I thought we were going to have a day to ourselves.” He made a few gestures indicating where he’d hoped the day might end up.

“You gotta be kidding,” Courtney laughed. “Is sex all you think about. You’re lucky I’m still with you. I saw the girls you dated before.”

She swung her hair around, whipping him in the shoulder with the long black locks he loved so much. Then walking past him, she added. “Now come on. We don’t have all the time in the world here.”

Jake shrugged, then noticed the vending machine nearby. “Hold on a second. Let me at least get something to drink.”

Courtney turned and looked at him. “Awww... are our clothes too heavy to carry?”

The teenage girls, Melody and Hannah, giggled. Jake simply left the bags sitting there and stepped up to the machine.

He sighed as he put the coins in the machine.

One.

Turning to the others, he called out. “You want something?”

“Just hurry up, get whatever you want.” Courtney shouted.

Grumbling, he turned and pressed the button for some over-caffeinated soda. He was going to need something to sooth his head and give him an energy boost.

Two.

Reaching down to grab the drink, Jake called out to the others. “Okay, got it. Now where to next?”

Three.

Jake suddenly noticed the silence. It was if the whole world had gone still all at once. He worried that Courtney’s complaining had finally driven him involuntarily deaf. Then he noticed something else.

Looking around, nothing was moving. Even the flag on the pole across the parking lot was frozen in place, stopped in a mid-wave as the breeze had picked up. The cars driving by were sitting there, no engine noises, no honking, no screeching brakes.

The people were frozen as well, some in mid-stride, others in mid-conversation. They all stood just as they’d stood when he last saw them, including Courtney and her sisters.

Walking over to Courtney, Jake still held his drink. The bafflingly uncharacteristic silence having fallen his girlfriend actually gave him more of a chance to really look at her.

She was gorgeous, a fact she was well aware of, but frozen still as she seemed to be now, Courtney really looked like a sweet girl. Waving his hand in front of her still intensely impatient looking eyes, Jake smiled.

He looked down at his drink and brought it to his lips. “To silence.” He said, holding it out then taking a big sip.

Almost instantly he felt the caffeine filling his veins, as though the drink were being absorbed directly into his pores. He felt the energy, the aggression, and the charge flowing into his brain.

“That’s some good shit!” He said, gulping the rest of the can down and throwing it to the pavement.

His eyes again fell to Courtney, though this time he wasn’t studying her pristine face, free of any and all blemishes. This time, he stared right at her tits, her hips, every revealing curve and bare spot of skin. He became more than just aroused, he was quickly becoming as horny as he’d ever felt in his life.

The fact Courtney was finally shut up and at his mercy was probably what did it. He reached up and cupped her tits. Squeezing lightly, Jake found that she wasn’t frozen solid. He could move her flesh, feel the softness of her form. He grinned as he began playing with her tits, reaching a hand down the top of her dress.

In little time he’d torn the buttons off and was playing with his girlfriend’s unencumbered breasts as though nothing were unusual about this. Her eyes still held the same look, nothing changing, but many thoughts were changing behind Jake’s eyes.

The drink had not only energized him, it had destroyed his inhibitions. He grabbed Courtney and fell to the sidewalk. He rolled her over and positioned her on all fours. As soon as he had her in the position he liked, Jake stepped back and grinned, looking from his frozen girlfriend to her bitchy younger sisters.

“Don’t worry girls. You’re next!”

Jake dropped his pants and flipped Courtney’s fashionable sundress up over her back. He ripped her panties off and thrust inside her. Over and over, deeper and deeper, Jake stabbed his cock into the girl. He took liberties he’d never felt comfortable trying before, grabbing her hair and really fucking her like an animal.

Courtney never changed expressions, even as Jake screwed her brains out right there in public view, frozen cars and trucks, even the frozen faces of Hannah and Melody right in front of her.

He listened to the only noises in the parking lot, the sounds of his thrusts and her tits slapping back and forth beneath her. Finally, he could take no more and flooded her belly with all the cum he’d suddenly had built up.

Almost as soon as he pulled out, Jake could feel the same adrenaline rush he’d felt upon drinking that beverage. His cock became instantly hard, his own desires overtaking any reason he might have left inside his mind. He didn’t even bother to pull his pants up, instead getting up and stalking towards Melody and Hannah.

After bending Melody, the lovely blonde girl, over a nearby railing, Jake laughed as he tore her panties off and fingered her for a few seconds. Stupid slut, he thought. She was already wet.

Moments later, more slapping sounds filled the frozen world as Jake fucked Melody like a bitch in heat. He slammed her harder than Courtney, as she’d always been more than a bitch.

Stuffing the girl full of cum was more than justified in his mind, and it’s just what Jake did seconds later.

Finally, came Hannah. The girl was only seventeen, but he couldn’t care less. He’d seen her treat guys like shit. She was spoiled and a real brat. She deserved some rough treatment. Who cared if the world seemed frozen and maybe he should be focusing on that. He was only following Courtney’s suggestion.

“See baby,” He said, calling out to Courtney who was still on hands and knees, puddle of sperm forming around her knees. “I’m including your sisters in the fun. Aren’t I considerate?”

He laughed as he ripped Hannah’s top off, tearing it into shreds. Her tits were young and supple, perfect targets for him to grab and maul. He took his cock and jacked it off, staring at the girl. He knew what he wanted to do to this little bitch.

Seconds later, Jake was spraying cum all over Hannah’s tits and face, waving his cock up so he could generously spatter her like the slut she was. Not too long after that he was already ready for more and sinking deep inside Hannah as she lay flat on the pavement.

“You like this slut? Who’s being used as baggage handler now. Fuck yeah! I’m no longer carrying your shit around, so you may as well carry my cum inside your fucking holes.”

Jake grunted loudly, loving the freedom he finally had, the infinite time he had to do all the twisted things he’d only fantasized deep inside.

Having filled the three sisters to overflowing, Jake took some more change out, got himself another drink and instantly felt invigorated. It never even occurred to him that the mechanisms in the vending machine must still be moving in order to give him a drink. All he cared about was fucking the hell out of every girl at his disposal.

He stalked away from Courtney, her pristine form now covered in tender spots where he’d squeezed and abused her frozen body. He walked further from Melody, the blonde with semen liberally coating her thighs. He even walked past Hannah, the younger teen now mostly nude and covered in semen from head to toe. He grinned as he looked off into the frozen world he found himself in.

“Hey there!” He said to nobody in particular. His eyes were focused with new intensity on a redhead behind the wheel of an SUV In minutes he’d pulled her frozen form out, thrown her to the pavement and begun ripping her clothing off her. She’d be one of millions he now had unlimited time to fuck. It’s all his dazed mind could comprehend now. Fucking every girl to teach them a lesson for using men like him.

They’d never again take advantage of him. But he’d most certainly take advantage of them. He’d do so until he ran out of time or ran out of drinks. Neither one seemed likely to happen soon.

I’d really like to know what humans would do if every five minutes someone came by, shoved a few coins in their mouth or asshole or wherever, and then demanded a drink from them. I doubt they could handle it.

Pamela pulled her rig onto the sidewalk and hopped out. Her braided ponytails swayed back and forth from the momentum of her jump. Her slender fingers reached into her pocket and fished out the key to the trailer door.

Walking around back, she unlocked it and slid the door up. As she unloaded a pallet of drinks, she laughed at all the people who told her she was too small, too delicate for such work.

She may have been more on the petite size, but she wanted to prove to herself that she could get through life on more than just her looks. Pamela knew she had the brains too, but she wanted to show everyone that she had the brawn as well.

After loading several pallets on her dolly, Pamela carted them over to the vending machine and pulled out the key to open it. She slid it into the round keyhole and turned it.

One.

She grabbed the side of the door and swung it open.

Two.

She tore open the top box of sodas and started sliding them into the slotted holders. Soon, all the boxes were empty and Pamela was ready to finish up. She swung the door closed and locked it shut.

Three.

Leaving the cardboard where it lay, Pamela went back to her truck and grabbed a piece of paper. She drew several squares on it and wrote some words in them.

After that, Pamela stripped down to just her yellow g-string. Even her bra joined the form-hiding workman’s outfit laying in the passenger seat of her truck. She reached under the seat and pulled out a pair of red platform heels and slipped them on. They raised her an additional inch off the ground.

Pamela strutted back to the vending machine, turned, faced the sidewalk, held up her paper and started to wait.

She’d only been there for a minute or so when a man came walking around the corner. He stopped in front of her and read the paper she was holding. He then looked at the drink selection on the machine next to her.

As if making his decision, the man pulled out his wallet and took a step towards Pamela. He smiled, took a dollar bill out, and tucked it into her panties.

Pamela squatted down and unzipped the man’s fly. She put him in her mouth and started to suck him off. It didn’t take long for the man to shoot his load in her mouth. Without saying a word, and without swallowing, Pamela stood back up.

The man ran his finger up and down the paper she was holding. He passed over “Sweat off My Ass” then “Snowball”. He moved his finger back up to “Yellow Blizzard” and then to “Pussy Juice” before finally settling on “Whole Milk”. He pushed the paper square and Pamela swallowed his cum.

Seconds later, Pamela’s nipples exploded, shooting milk in streams out onto the street. The man leaned forward and clamped down on her right teat. He drank and drank the milk shooting out into his mouth. Pamela orgasmed wildly.

Her eyes rolling back in her head couldn’t sway the petite woman from her rigid posture as the man gulped and slurped rather obscenely. The flow eventually started to lighten.

Finally, her milk dried up and the man let go of her breast. Pamela’s orgasm subsided. Her customer wiped his mouth and headed on down the street.

Pamela shook her head. What the hell was she doing? What sort of perverted freak was she? She scampered to her truck and hopped in, abandoning the perfectly recyclable cardboard boxes still on the street. She started the engine and sped out of there.

She was done with all of this. If this was what it meant to refuse living off her looks, she’d get a job at the nearest strip club. Anything would be saner than this.

She had one thought as she careened wildly from the parking lot. Smiling, she looked down at the paper with her own special drink selections. At least she had the perfect Halloween costume.

You see? Humans just can’t handle giving everyone something to drink whenever they demand it. As if I’d expect anything different. Humans are such an imperfect creature. Their minds are easy to manipulate, and their bodies...

Let’s just say they aren’t exactly the most efficient machines around. Sometimes they just need a more simplistic programming.

Walking at a brisk pace down the street, Jill veered away from her husband and up onto the curb, carefully avoiding the cardboard crates left strewn across the sidewalk.

“Honey, where are you going?”

Jill looked back over her shoulder, swishing her pony tail back and smiling at her husband. “I’m not a machine Daniel, I could use some fluids.”

Daniel caught up to his wife in front of the vending machine. As he stretched his legs and twisted from side to side, Jill placed a finger on her lip, studying her options.

“Guess I’ll make it water.” She said. Turning to face Daniel, she added. “Can’t be too bad for my figure, right?”

Daniel grinned. “Babe, your figure is perfect. We aren’t doing all this because of your figure.

Jill blushed a bit and looked down at herself. The years had been awfully good to her. A lot of women half her age didn’t look near as good in shorts and a sports bra. Still, water was always best.

Pulling a few coins from her pocket, she stepped up to the machine and slid them in the slot.

One.

She looked over at Daniel, noting his subtle grin. She smiled back and turned to the machine, pressing the button for water.

Two.

Running a finger through her bangs, Jill flipped her pony tail back over her shoulder with an obvious flair and bent firmly at the waist to retrieve her drink. She giggled a bit as she knew Daniel was probably lusting over her ass right now.

Taking the water in hand, she stiffened up a bit.

Three.

Jill stood up fast, turned to Daniel and looked him in the face blankly. She then looked at the water in her hand and opened it up, bringing it to her lips. Daniel never said a word or changed expressions as his wife tipped the bottle up and swallowed a large amount in one gulp.

Sparks shot out of her ears and mouth, a small wisp of smoke rising from her nose. She opened her mouth, made an attempt to say something, her voice lowering and finally halting mid-syllable.

Daniel stepped up beside Jill and placed a hand on her hip. Running it up and over the swell, sliding his fingers beneath her sports bra, he shook his head.

“Babe, I’ve told you before, you can’t pour water on your circuitry. It just shorts you out.” He looked her in her blank eyes. “Now, I’ve gotta perform a system check.”

He grinned as he reached around Jill’s back and undid her sports bra. Letting it drop to the pavement, Daniel squeezed both her large tits, flipping the nipples between his fingers until they were hard.

“I do enjoy my work.” Daniel said to nobody in particular.

Once Jill’s nipples were quite erect, standing out proudly from her perfectly proportioned chest, Daniel pinched her left nipple hard between his thumb and finger. There was an audible click. He then twisted her nipple around fully, stopping after two full rotations. The hiss of air always caught him a bit off guard.

“Let’s see what we have to work with.”

Jill’s nipple loosened and the rest of her tit opened up, revealing the circuitry inside. Water was dripping out her now open chest. Daniel kept massaging her other breast as he leaned over and looked inside to see what damage there was.

He looked up at Jill’s face, then back at the open panel that was her left tit.

“Well, good news and bad news.” Daniel said, scratching his head. “Good news for me actually, not so good for you. I’m afraid you shorted out one of your systems completely. It’ll take me a week to repair.”

He reached inside brushing the wires and circuitry out of the way as he found the switch he was looking for. “I say good news for me, Jill, because I’m going to have to reset you into Pleasure-bot mode for a while.”

He flipped the tiny black switch over to one side and Jill’s entire body shook. “But hey, I’ve missed treating this body like the slut it was modeled after.” Daniel laughed and twisted her nipple again.

As soon as her left tit was closed up again, Jill blinked her eyes. She looked at Daniel, then around at the busy parking lot and sidewalk. Then she looked down at her bare chest.

“Would master like to fuck me now?” Jill said, her voice rising a little and sounding more like a pleading child in tone.

Daniel reached up between them and squeezed her large soft tits. He took a moment to reply as he had a decision to make. “Of course I do, slut. But first, let’s step around back of this vending machine and you can wrap these around my cock. I want to see how your cum-swallowing circuits are still working.”

Jill reached up and crushed her breasts. She massaged them all over her chest and smiled. “Of course, master. Please use me to your fullest pleasure.”

As the two of them stepped just out of sight beyond the vending machine, Daniel dropped his sweatpants and stroked his cock. Jill dropped to her knees and forced her tits up and around his erection, looking him in the eye as he got harder than a rock.

Dropping her head, Jill opened her mouth with a slight electronic whir and began bobbing on and off his cock as it sliced through her cleavage. In little time, she was slapping her tits up and down at such a rate, no human female could ever match, the friction on his cock feeling incredible.

“Oh fuck... you’re such a damn slut-bot baby.”

Daniel grabbed Jill’s ponytail and yanked her head all the way down to the base of his cock. He felt it swell and flooded her internal circuitry with semen. Several thick creamy ropes fired in quick succession and she shivered in the feeling.

Releasing her, Daniel stepped back, pulling his sweatpants up. Jill sat there on her knees, sperm dribbling down into her cleavage, eyes blank as ever. She slowly licked her lips and then stood.

“Thank you master. Semen processing systems functioning nominally. Do you wish to perform further tests?”

“You bet, babe.” Daniel said. “But not here. Let’s get you back to the lab. I’m sure the others will have plenty of tests they want to perform. Believe me, the entire group, all fifteen of them, will wear you out and make sure all your semen processing systems are more than functioning.”

Jill stood, but her expression was one of confusion. Daniel rolled his eyes. “Guess your mental reasoning is a bit off right now. Let me put it simply. The men will all fuck you until you can’t handle any more.”

“Oh, understood master.”

Daniel placed his arm around Jill’s waist and walked off. He forgot her sports bra, but Jill didn’t seem to mind having strangers stare at her bouncing breasts as she walked along stiffly.

The half-drained can of spring water lay abandoned on the sidewalk near the vending machine.

The only time humans are more annoying than when they’re making their pathetic wishes is when they’re whining and yelling at each other. They’re so loud and noisy, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

At least when they fuck, they’re a little quieter, even if their vocabulary does become limited. But sometimes, even then, all they can think of is themselves.

It might just be easier for humans if their love of themselves simply took over completely.

Sylvia stomped along in front of her buff boyfriend. Her 4 inch heels clicked with each deliberate stride. There wasn’t anything about Sylvia that wasn’t deliberate: from her form-fitting skirt that revealed just enough thigh to be alluring but not enough to be slutty, to her tight shirt that amplified her cleavage enough that men would want to take a second look, but not so much that she’d be turned away from an upscale restaurant.

Even her choice in companions was deliberate. Glen might not have been the most intellectually stimulating man she’d ever met, but he didn’t embarrass her. She’d chosen him for how he complimented her look. The tone of his muscular frame was clearly visible under his black shirt, the perfect amount of stubble was left on his strong jaw to give him a certain “bad boy” sexy feel to him. To anyone who didn’t know the two, they looked like the perfect couple.

To those that did know the two, they knew better. Sylvia had it in her mind that Glen’s “season” was just about up. At the last party she’d gone to, she’d already started shopping around for a replacement.

Sylvia stopped in front of a vending machine and turned to Glen. “Are you coming or what? Seriously, what good are all those muscles if you can’t carry a few bags and keep up with me?”

Glen set down the two shoe boxes that were tucked under his arms, three large bags that he was holding in his left hand and the five that he was carrying in his left.

“Don’t put those directly on the ground!” Sylvia scolded. “What are you doing?”

“It’s hot. I want a drink.”

There were a couple of boxes laying near the vending machine. Sylvia pointed at them. “Put them on one of those.”

Sighing, Glen picked them up and tossed them on top of the boxes.

“Careful!”

“Look, why don’t you fucking carry them from now on?”

“What?”

“No, seriously, I’ve had it. You’re just so full of yourself. You think you’re so perfect, but you’re not.”

Sylvia rounded on him. She slapped him in the face but he didn’t flinch. “Watch what you say to me, Glen, or you may just find yourself prematurely single.”

“How stupid are you, really? I just dumped you, you dumb broad.”

“Don’t you call me a broad!”

“Shut up already!”

“You don’t dump me, I dump you. I’m in charge of this relationship.”

Glen raised his hands and pretended to knock on her head. “Hello? Anyone home?”

“Don’t you dare touch me! You can never touch me again!”

“Good! I’ll never have to get near that cold damp spot between your legs you laughingly call a cunt.”

Sylvia’s face went bright red. She worked her mouth back and forth, trying to think of a comeback. Glen was ignoring her now. He was putting his money in the vending machine. Through her anger, she watched him make his selection. As he bent over to get it, Sylvia screamed, “Go fuck yourself!”

“You, too!” he responded.

Turning around to storm off, Sylvia bumped into someone. No, not just “someone”, but the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen. It was also a woman she’d seen multiple times a day: she’d bumped into someone that looked exactly like her, wearing the exact same outfit.

The other woman looked back at Sylvia with the same shocked, yet turned on look. Simultaneously, they reached out their right hands and touched each other. They jerked their hands back, then once again reached out and caressed the other’s cheek.

Outside of her own, Sylvia had never felt such soft skin. Just as she was stoking the strange woman’s face, the woman was stroking Sylvia’s. Together, they reached back behind the other’s head and pulled them forward. They locked in a deep kiss.

Her tongue darted in and out of Sylvia’s mouth, the beautiful woman’s saliva mixing with her own. Sylvia reached down and grabbed her partner’s well toned ass and squeezed it, then gave out a squeak as the woman squeezed back.

She took a second to look over at Glen. He and another identical man were naked from the waist down, and were jerking each other off. “Figures, he’s gay,” she and her lover said at the same time, same diminutive tone.

Sylvia and her mysterious twin backed away from each other. Sylvia wanted her more than she’d wanted anyone in her life. They peeled their clothes off and joined into an embrace. She had to taste this woman. She wanted her in her mouth. As if the woman had the same thought, they each fought to get at the other’s wet slit.

Neither would give ground. They turned and they twisted until they fell on the ground. Sylvia somehow wound up on the bottom, looking up into the most beautiful vagina she’d ever seen.

There was a loud noise and she looked over at Glen. He and his companion had been fighting like Sylvia and her friend. Glen and his duplicate had been going for the other’s asshole. Sylvia couldn’t tell if Glen had won or lost.

She didn’t have enough time to contemplate it. The enticing lips above her soon sank down on her face and Sylvia licked for all she was worth. The woman on top of her returned the favor and the two sixty-nined on the sidewalk.

Her new friend knew the exact spots to make Sylvia go wild. Apparently, Sylvia knew hers as well, since she was moaning as loud as Sylvia was. She could feel the pressure building up inside of her, like welling joy. It started to overflow. Sylvia cried out and came in the other woman’s mouth as she came into Sylvia’s. Sylvia went black.

When she came to, her lover was gone. She looked over at her gay boyfriend who was passed out on the ground in front of the vending machine. Sylvia got dressed. What had she been thinking, wasting her time with men?

One thing that will never make sense to me is why human beings congregate in such large groups. They even travel around in vehicles made to hold large groups. You’d think with a whole damn planet at their disposal they’d spread themselves out, enjoy a bit of privacy. I sure would like some, even a little.

But no, humans are all about being sheep. They gather together. They dress alike. They act the same. Fucking sheep is what they are. And you might think that when the sun sets, a vending machine gets less traffic, less annoyances to push my buttons.

True, but not when the sheep come along.

The hydraulics whistled as the school bus pulled up alongside the curb. Inside, the cheerleading coach spoke to the bus driver for a moment, then turned to face the dozen high school girls, mostly gabbing away about how the competition went.

“Okay, ladies. Ten minute break here. Get out and stretch your legs. There’s a drink machine right here. Feel free to have something and hang out near the bus.”

As the girls began filing off the bus, the driver checked his gauges again and then waited until the last girl was off. Once she was, he opened the engine access panel in the floor and waved away some steam that was still rising.

“Can’t believe we got old Pervy Percy for our driver.” Zoey said.

“He’s not that bad. At least it’s not daytime. He always looks back at us when he can better see our outfits.” Christina added.

“Well, he’s still pervy. Did you see him checking out my ass as we left the bus?”

“He was checking out everyone’s asses. One thing about Percy, he’s an equal opportunity pervert.”

A few other girls were walking up to the two of them as they headed to the vending machine. “You guys talking about Pervy?”

“Of course,” Zoey said. “Who else would we be talking about?”

Another girl, Brandi jumped up and down, her significant chest jiggling prominently from side to side. “I like to tease the old guy. He’s a perv but at least he knows quality when he sees it.”

Christina chuckled. “Yeah, quality not quantity, right Brandi?”

The other girls laughed and Brandi looked confused. “Hey, is that a comment on my intelligence?”

“You’d have to have some to comment on it.” Zoey said, giving the other girl a steel cold glance.

As the twelve girls all lined up rather disorganized in front of the machine, the gabbing over Pervy Percy, the bus driver moved into various other competitive aspects of their trip. Zoey was standing right in front of the machine, finally about to put her dollar in when she made one last comment about Percy.

“You know, it’s guys like Pervy that came up with skimpy two-piece cheerleading outfits like this. You think the male judges would score us as high if they couldn’t get little glimpses of our thighs or tight abs? It’s all Pervy Percy and his brand of thinking.”

“Hey, stop bitching about it. We won the competition, right?”

“Yeah, well, I just wish we didn’t have to wear this stuff to do it?”

Zoey turned to the machine and stuck her dollar in.

One.

She made a quick selection and pressed the button.

Two.

Grabbing the drink and popping it open, she guzzled it down.

Three.

Zoey strutted away, raising the bottle of water and pouring it all over herself. The other girls ignored her and continued filing towards the machine, each putting their money in and making a selection.

As the young high school cheerleader neared the bus, her pleated cheerleading skirt tightened and pulled up further on her thighs. It turned from a tartan plaid material to a frilly lace that was nearly see-through. Her top loosened and grew just as lacy. Beneath it, her suddenly visible breasts began swelling, growing into large fetish-proportioned versions of their prior selves.

Percy never saw the girl walking up to him as he suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder.

“Yeah, what is it?” He said, placing the wrench on the side of the compartment and turning around.

He nearly fell over as he saw the sexiest little slut he’d ever seen, dressed as though she were some nightie-wearing stripper.

“Hi there, Mr. Percy. Would you be my daddy?” Zoey said, making her voice all high and squeaky.

“Um... buh... what?”

She giggled. “My daddy, would you be my daddy. I’m a naughty little girl and really just need my daddy to spank me over his knee, or maybe punish me in some other dirty way.”

Zoey swayed on one foot, reaching up and licking at her fingertip. Her pendulous breasts were so prominent, Percy didn’t even try to hide where he was looking. As he stared at the teenager’s nipples, his mouth nearly watering, Zoey grinned.

“So would you be my daddy?”

“Fuck, you bet your ass I will.” Percy said. He grabbed the young girl and nearly yanked her up into the bus. In seconds he was seated and had the girl bent over his knees, his erection jabbing her in the gut as he swung his hand back and slapped her jiggly ass.

Outside, a much different group was filing away from the vending machine.

Christina’s top had melted away entirely, leaving her with just little sparkly tassels covering her nipples. She was now walking around the parking lot, spinning her tassels for any man who might drive by and offering to fuck him in the back seat for five dollars.

Brandi was wearing a tight corset, one that popped her already massive breasts up into giant pillows that crushed against her neck. She was dancing around a light pole and giggling uncontrollably as an impromptu crowd gathered. With every leering pair of eyes she saw, her body seemed to grow that much hotter and the corset that much tighter.

For those watching Brandi’s show, things only got more interesting as her corset exploded off her tight young body and her tits began growing larger and larger.

The other cheerleaders were all enjoying similar changes. As each one retrieved their drink and stepped away from the machine, their clothing morphed, their body changed, and their already perky attitudes multiplied.

A blonde stepped away, only to have her hair pull into pigtails and her clothing shrink into just a diaper and a pacifier. She giggled and jiggled freely as she crawled around on the sidewalk, cooing and sighing every time anyone would stop and stare at her young teenage breasts swaying beneath her.

A brunette stepped away only to have her hair snap back into a pony tail. She fell to all fours and felt her clothing evaporating off her entirely. As she arched her back and squealed with pleasure, a tail erupted from just above her ass and soon the pony girl was parading around looking for a stud to fuck her brains out.

A redheaded girl walked away only to have her breasts swell up into fake looking party balloon breasts. Her top and skirt shifted and became rainbow patterned. She swayed on her feet as her makeup grew heavy, the drink changing into a seltzer bottle. As the clown ran off away from the bus, her giant inflated tits squeaked with the obvious rubber against rubber sound and her red hair only grew brighter.

The cheerleading coach looked around at all the madness and was stunned silent. She reached down and picked up a can, smelling it. As she did, the can pricked her fingertip and suddenly things began to change. Her attitude sharpened, the glasses perched on her nose became more dark-rimmed, and her outfit became a teacher’s outfit from some low-grade porn movie.

As she walked off, ruler in hand, ready to slap some asses and ride some cocks, Percy was having his dream come true on the school bus.

“Ohhhh, oh yesss! Oh yesss, gimme it daddy, gimme it all!” Zoey cried out. She was on all fours in the middle of the bus, Pervy Percy crouched behind her.

“Oh fuck, damn you’re tight!” Percy grunted.

The older man slammed his cock deep into the girl’s tiny cunt, fucking the teen girl like he’d always fantasized. He reached around and tried to grab at her tits, but the thrill of fucking her just made him keep humping away. His eyes were nearly rolling back in his head as he looked out the bus windows.

Everywhere was crazy shit, more perverted than his mind could ever hope to fathom. As he sank his dick repeatedly into Zoey, her friends were out there in many cases getting much worse.

He saw a blonde baby-girl crawling around and letting strangers feel her up. A couple of men offered the teenage baby a new pacifier to suck on and she seemed just fine with it.

He saw a brunette girl that made him do a double take. He knew the girl. He’d watched her many times. Nice rack, incredible ass, perfect long legs. Now, he wondered if she was even a girl. Her matching pony tails on her head and ass were really the least of what confused him. The most obvious was the horse that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere and had the girl up against a bench, fucking a dick easily as thick as the girl’s arm up and into her. As the horse whinnied loudly, the noise strangely not catching as many observer’s attention as Percy thought it should, the brunette pony girl gasped and seemed to vibrate in pleasure. Her belly was clearly being filled with horse semen.

If that wasn’t odd enough, he recognized Christina, one of Zoey’s best friends. She was in between two guys, one fucking into her from behind as another fucked her in front. Both guys were mauling her young tits, now completely uncovered.

Yet another girl, a redhead who he almost could still recognize, was performing tricks and spraying seltzer at the crowd. What he first thought were two prominent balloons were her own tits. They were so swollen that it seemed they might pop and Percy was finding it surreal to imagine how that might feel.

He looked back at Zoey. The girl was fucking hot and horny, and compared to a few of her friends, at least she was still relatively normal looking. He had to smile. She did look good with his cock inside her.

As Percy began renewing his pace and fucking the young teen faster and harder, he drove her heavy tits into the floor of the bus, using them as cushions to bounce her right back at him. His climax was as hard as he might’ve expected after lusting over these girls for several years.

“Oh yesss! Oh fill me with your cum!” Zoey shrieked. And her voice wasn’t the only one crying out.

Out in the parking lot, former teenage cheerleaders were living various perverted fantasies. Brandi’s breasts were now sitting on the sidewalk beside her, men taking time to not just touch them, but in a few cases throwing their bodies into them as though in some balloon bouncing party place.

Christina was receiving twice the load of cum as her friend Zoey was on the bus. And she was already looking to her next pair of guys.

The blonde was happily sucking human pacifiers, drinking down their own special formula now and then.

The brunette was enjoying her swollen and full belly filled with the semen of her new lover, whatever the horse’s name was.

And over on one corner, a vending machine glowed brightly as the night grew only darker.

So you see how pissed I am at humanity.

They fucked with my home, and so what better way for me to get back at them but to fuck with their lives? They’re really so predictable, inside already obsessed with the perverse and outside so fake in the image they present. Whether it’s beliefs they cling to or personas, none will leave my home the same.

I may have once been a slave to granting wishes, but no more. I’ll grant not just wishes, but desires, fantasies, whims, and perversions. There’s no boundary I won’t cross and no border I won’t break. You want a drink from me, you get the thirst-quenching of a lifetime.

Remember that, humans. Remember that the next time you insist on stopping by an innocent looking vending machine. Maybe, just maybe, it’s a djinn-ding machine instead.