Jim's fingers flew over the keys of the terminal. He would make Robin into the exact opposite of what she was so carefully cultivating as her image. She was always so proud of her popularity, her class and superiority. Well, that was going to change. He typed and typed for several minutes, chuckling evilly, until he had created the fate and role he found fitting for her, then pressed <ENTER>. She was going to be very popular indeed, but not the way she was used to.
He ran to the classroom while there was still time before the next class, to wait and watch the effect of his programming. Maths was up, and the students were reluctantly filing in, grudgingly accepting the inevitable. The maths teacher, Ms. Matthews, strode inshortly before the bell announced the beginning of the period. She set down her books on the table and looked around the class, her sharp eyes noting every absence. One seat was notably vacant, namely that right before Jim, but Ms. Matthews didn't give it a second glance. She knew who sat there, after all. Suddenly the door slammed open.
There she was. All eyes went towards Robin, as she came into the room, late as usual. She was panting frantically, which was probably to almost three quarters caused by running. Her bleach-blonde hair was dishevelled, her blouse untucked, barely restraining her huge titties topped by swollen nubs, and she had that immensely satisfied flush on her face that everybody in the school knew. A small drop of whitish liquid rested on her chin, having apparently escaped her tongue. Nobody who knew Robin believed even for a second that it could be something as innocent as milk. For Robin was a slut.
It was no secret that Robin never went through a day of school, not even though a single recess without getting fucked quite thoroughly and to her great delight. Nobody thought it was a secret, except Robin herself, who was far too ditzy to realize that the whole school knew of her little "trysts". She really thought she could fuck her way though the entire male population of the school, including teachers, without anyone noticing that she was the personification of a bimbo slut in the extreme. It was something of a shared joke not to let on to her that everybody knew her true vocation. That of a big-titted, air-brained, bleach-blonde, cum-slurping school whore.
She was immensely popular with every group. The girls liked having her around, because she was such a dumb bunny that they could make jokes about her in her presence, without her ever catching on. The boys liked having her around because they could fondle her at any time if they only pretended to her that it was in secret, and even could drag her off for a quick fuck or blow job at a moment's notice. She was always ready for sex. She was something of a mascot to the cheerleaders, who kept her around as an example of the lowest form of female existence, to better contrast their own classy and sophisticated sex-appeal. She was something of a mascot for the football team, too, but that had more to do with the weekly gang-bang sessions where she would take on two or three beefy football players at the same time for hours.
The teachers just sighed and gave her passing notes, fucking her or getting eaten out in return. Everybody knew that was so, but nobody protested. What sense would it make to keep her down over bad scholastic achievements, when it was so obvious that nothing she might be forced to learn in school would ever apply to her further life? Her role in the game of life was long written and she was fulfilling it to the best of her ability already. What else could a girl with tits as big as hers, a dizzy brain and an insatiable craving for sex aspire for? No matter what grades she got or whether she was held back or not - A brainless bimbo slut she was, and a brainless bimbo slut she would be.
Very satisfied with the way his reprogramming of Robin's life turned out, Jim went on to
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