Wish for Porn High is a series of captions in which Dean has used one of his three wishes to “be the principle at a porn parody version of his high school”.

The first post in this series is here. All stories in the serires tagged here.

Note, all characters depeicted are over 18. The wish made all the students into adults, as all porn parody actresses are adults in these films.

“Excuse me Principal… Har… (god)… Hardcock?” Trish managed to get the question out through gritted teeth as she sat on the desk at the front of the class. The principal had been at the class “observing” Ms. Goodbottom’s sex ed class she’d stayed behind to try and catch his attention.

She wasn’t really sure what was going on at this school, it wasn’t anything like her last one, or for that matter any school she’d ever attended, and she’d been to many of them.

Her parents moved around a lot for work and they’d landed here just a few weeks ago and enrolled her here. When she’d walked in on the first day, she’d almost burst out laughing at the first “students” she saw, they seemed far too old and dressed in skimpy outfits that seemed like parodies you might see in pornos.

She knew something was wrong with the place but she’d bit her tongue and over the last two weeks seen every kind of pornographic and perverted display you could imagine! Ms. Goodbottom’s class today had been all about spanking for sexual pleasure for Christ’s sake!

“Oh, hello. You must be our new transfer student… Trish, right?” Principal Hardcock said as he turned to look at Trish. A smile crossed his lips and a shiver ran down her body, her own smile hesitating for a moment before crossing her lips.

She nodded, “Yes, that’s me!” she replied, a little too excitedly and that was when she knew what was wrong.

She had always been sensitive to magic and she could feel it coming off of Principal Hardcock in waves, like she was staring at the sun. She tried to push back against it, as hard as she could, but it was just too powerful as it overcame whatever defenses she had.

She heard a giggle escape her lips as she felt her clothing start to change. Her jacket rapidly shrunk, pulling up from her waist until it was barely more than a set of sleeves attached across her shoulders. Her white shirt split in two, allowing her growing tits to push it aside to expose her cleavage. Her skirt pulled up her legs until it barely covered her ass. The red ribbon around her collar formed into a tiny little tie that didn’t even make it to her cleavage. Finally, her chunky black shoes reshaped themselves into platform heels.

It wasn’t only her tits that changed either, she could feel her hair growing down her back, her lips puffing outward, her waist tightening and her ass expanding. Then, as her head spun, she felt the magic reach her mind and engulf it in a pink fog.

Trish blinked several times and then giggled, shaking her tits towards Principal Hardcock.

“So, what can I do for you Trish?” Principal Hardcock asked and she smiled at him.

“Oh, I just wanted to say how amazing this school is! It’s the best school ever! And… and I just wanted to show you how we thank our principals in Sweden if that’s ok?”

“Of course, I’d be honoured.” Principal Hardcock replied.

Trish pushed herself off the desk and dropped to her knees, her fingers quickly fishing Principal Hardcock’s dick from his pants, then wrapped her lips around it and started to suck.

Trish’s pussy buzzed with excitement, she hadn’t gotten to thank a principal properly in so long! She just hoped she would get the chance to thank Principal Hardcock many more times before she graduated!

Dean looked down at the bobbing head of the blonde and smiled. He’d seen a few resistant students in the past, but never one that had lasted more than a few days. A full two weeks was a new record.

He’d stayed away from her on purpose, to see how long she would last, but he’d noticed changes in her even so. Her hair had gone from almost black to mostly blonde, her clothing had changed from a typical student, at least outside of his school, to a more formal uniform.

He even doubted she was really from Sweden, much more likely that she’d transferred from somewhere else in the state and his wish had just added that trope to her.

Either way though, she was definitely no longer resistant and he was looking forward to what other “culture traditions” she would be showing him.