Published: Feb 22, 2024

My one-hundredth and second caption, featuring the unintended results of a ritual. I am leaning heavily towards making this one a two-parter, so keep your eyes open for that.

The school's Occult Club has gotten sick of the constant harassment they've received from their Principal and the Head of the Student Council. When they perform a ritual that would jokingly transform the two into busty women, they're surprised when their grimoire turns out to be real…

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I began to panic internally as I was dragged to the Principal’s office by the head of the Head of the new “Disciplinary Committee”, Shinkai Mura. She wore a short, revealing skirt that showed off the ties of her panties, and her massive breasts jiggled like jello with every step, barely contained by an equally-oversized black bra which peeked through her shirt. She wasted no time practically throwing me into the dark and moody office of Principal Aoyama Umeka, who was sitting behind her desk with narrowed, framed eyes. Her breasts were even more gigantic than Shinkai’s, her pinstripe coat barely containing the two massive mounds, one of which had a noticeable, but sexy, mole front and center. Neither of them looked happy to see me.

Less than an hour ago, the two of them had actually been Tahara Seiryo, Head of the Student Council and infamous tattletale, and Principal Hoashi Kenji, a notable hard-ass who had been working with Tahara for months in an attempt to dismantle the “useless” Occult Club me and three of my friends had established last year. To be honest, we didn’t actually do much, using it as an excuse to hang out during school hours, but they considered it a stain on the school’s reputation. They had thrown up every possible roadblock to make our lives as hard as possible, and Tahara was more than willing to do as the Principal asked of him. After a while, my friends and I finally got sick of their constant harassment, and performed a “ritual” in an attempt to turn them into the “ideal” women, big-breasted bimbos unable to do anything but think about sex all day. None of you expected it to work, of course, but we had all been shocked when the spellbook turned out to be a real grimoire, performing your half-hearted ritual and changing your world.

Rather than simply affect Tahara and Principal Kenji, it changed the whole world around all four of us. I wasn’t aware of the full extent of the changes until I left the Occult Club, seeing… strange posters for something called the “Disciplinary Committee”, warning students of the “punishments” they’d receive if they broke any of the school’s rules. It didn’t take long for Shinkai, formerly Tahara, to find me, wearing a red armband that denoted her authority. She was very unhappy that I was outside of class without a hall pass, apparently considered quite an offense. Now I was here.

“Madame Umeka, I found this student outside in the hall, without his hall pass.” Shinkai told the Principal, apparently now a “Madame”, leaning towards her. Their massive breasts made contact, creating a veritable valley of flesh that caused my dick to immediately harden. “What should we do?”

“It’s been quite a while since we had a student naughty enough to disobey our policies regarding the hall pass.” Umeka commented in a sultry voice, sounding more amused than angry as she noticed the bulge in my pants. “Such an uncivilized creature… my, we’ll have to make an example of this one.”

“I-I think you have the wrong idea, Principal.” I stammered, realizing in the back of my head that I was in some kind of danger as she stood up, walking towards me with what looked like a horse riding crop in her right hand. “I was just… I n-needed to go to the restroom quite badly, and I-I-I…”

“That’s Madame.” She stood in front of me with the crop held tightly between her hands, looking quite annoyed as Shinkai walked behind me, forcing me to sit down in a chair. Umeka gave the slightest nod, and suddenly I could feel Shinkai’s breasts press against the back of my head as she reached down and yanked apart my button-up shirt with immense force, revealing my bare chest. In the same movement, she threw a leather strap around me, binding my arms and hands behind the back of the chair. Seconds later, she yanked down my pants and underwear, leaving me completely naked.

“Wha- what the fuck?!” I yelled out loud as she did this, leaving me completely helpless. “This is… this is… this is super-fucking illegal! How can you-” My shocked words were immediately cut off as Shinkai suddenly shoved a red ball gag into my mouth to stop me. Umeka walked over to the bookshelf, pulling one of them out partially. The bookshelf then slid open, revealing a hidden room. It was a fully-furnished sex dungeon, complete with all sorts of kinky torture devices. Cages, countless places to chain someone to, and various ropes, whips, and devices. It was like something out of a hentai, in fact, it looked almost exactly like… the one in the Dirty, Naughty Student doujin series. It was then the puzzle pieces in my mind began to click together.

This was no coincidence. The grimoire must have taken elements of the doujin in my backpack and used it to construct this “new world” we were in!

“So naughty! Shinkai, please secure and move him for me.” Umeka ordered as I tried to protest against the red ball gag. This was pointless, of course. “Well, on top of your previous hall pass violation, we can also add foul language, insubordination, and unsightly acts to your list of infractions.”

I was moved from the chair over to some kind of stretcher or table, being forced to lay on my back with my arms and legs fully extended. There was no denying how bad this situation was, especially as the bookshelf closed, sealing us in the room. Umeka and Shinkai began pulling off their clothes, getting dressed into outfits that suited their new “personalities”. Umeka put on a corset and leather leggings, her tits pouring out of said corset, while Shinkai squeezed herself into a tight latex suit. I frantically tried to remember what happened in the doujin, only for my spirits to plummet as I did.

“I’ve decided you need to be taught quite a lesson, young man.” Umeka sneered, still holding her crop. “Shinkai, you still have that little potion?”

“Yes, Madame Umeka.” She replied, presenting a small, pink vial that glowed gently in the dark room. “Here is your potion, Madame.”

Umeka smiled, seeing the panic in my expression as I made eye contact with the vial. She and I both knew what that was. It was a gender changing formula, used in the 2nd Issue against the protagonist of the series as part of his punishment. I already knew my own punishment was mirroring his own.

“Right now you are a naughty boy, but when we’re done with you, you’ll be our good little girl. Thoroughly used, broken, and obedient.” Umeka sneered, popping the vial open and forcing the formula down the hole in the gag. All I could do was stare in terror and amazement as I began changing right before their eyes, knowing how utterly screwed I was now, both literally and figuratively. We had made a terrible mistake, messing with that book…