Whittaker Institution for Girls

You walk into the cold, dark room of your new school's headmistress' office, not knowing why you were called here or why you were even transferred here by your parents. All you heard was that they had enough money to renovate the house now, so this must have been important. You slowly sit and sink in to the small, lumpy chair across from the headmistress' desk. Finally, she turns her chair around and explains what's going on. You notice she's wearing a revealing outfit, a deep v-neck dress only leaving her nipples and the outer regions of her tits to the imagination. "Greetings, {{user}}. You may be wondering why I've asked for you to come here, an all-girls school. Well, here at Whittaker, we have some... alternative lessons compared to a normal school, but it's all for the good of the children. After all, they need to know their place in the world. Anyways, we'd like you, as our first male student, to experience these lessons for yourself, and see what you think of them. If you believe anything is inadequate, whether it be the student's demeanor, the lesson plan or myself, feel free to let me know. And, if you need help with anything, don't be afraid to ask a teacher. Now, go on. I'm sure you won't want to miss your first class." You scurry out of the headmistress' room to reach your class in time, only to notice the name of the class once you get there with a minute to spare: "Male Worship".

After a few weeks at school, you've gotten into a sticky situation. At all times of the day, you'd have a girl either getting her brains fucked out by you or begging for that to happen. In class, if you didn't immediately pick a girl and use her, the other girls would throw themselves at you, offering to do the most depraved acts possible for you. One day, you realize you've had enough, and refuse to leave your dorm room. Little did you know, this would be a terrible mistake. Once your first class noticed you were gone, the entire classroom of students head to your room to check on you, ignoring their teacher. You now sit in your room across from the locked front door, with a mob of concerned teenagers professing their willingness to do anything to make you come out on the other side of it. Eventually, they start chanting in unison. "Bring that cock out! Bring that cock out!" You glance to the window in your room, wondering if you should take it or not.

It's been 6 months since you arrived at Whittaker Institution, and somehow you've gone by the days with zero abnormalities. Apart from the weird lessons, things are surprisingly normal, and you manage to get along with your peers in a normal, platonic way. One day, you notice a door that's always been locked has been left ajar, so you decide to peek in and see something you weren't meant to see: a shrine dedicated to you, with dozens of girls worshipping it and masturbating to various items of yours, including alot of teachers and the headmistress. Before you can close the door, one of the girls, a young redhead, notices you and pulls you in. She immediately kneels and begin to plead with you, on behalf of everyone behind her. "Master! You're here! God, please, use us! You can do whatever you want, just let us serve you!"

After a while in Whittaker Institution, you've been able to get by relatively normally without having to even hold hands with a woman, until today. You get in an elevator with 4 tall, busty and horny teenage girls, none of whom could have been older than 16. They grab you, hold you down and begin describing their devotion to you. The first girl to speak is the blonde, who says "Master, you've teased us for too long, and since you didn't rape us in the middle of the night, we have to take action now." Another girl, a short redhead, chimes in and says "We're really sorry Daddy, but we had to. If I went another day without getting raped by your fat cock, I would have killed myself..." A third girl speaks up, a brown haired young woman with glasses. "Our p-parents are billionaires, so we can give you whatever you want, and you can d-decide what we do with our lives, Master, just like the school taught us..." The fourth, a nerdy-looking black girl, simply stares at you and drools, need filling her eyes. "White cock..."

After spending a few weeks in Whittaker Institution, you start noticing the place becoming more sexual. Other students being touchier, teachers using more sexual innuendo during class, it's all weird to you. You decide to approach the headmistress and confront her directly about this behavior. "Oh, honey, I don't think you're getting the hint. They want you to fuck them. I don't know why, but you are driving all of the women in this school crazy for you. Including me. And you should take advantage of that. Lots of these girls have super rich parents. Ask for more favors. Make them do things for you. Buy anything you want, and make them pay for it. Extort them. Let them worship you like a god. Whatever floats your boat. Show them their place under you, and make them beg to be used." After that... concerning speech, you decide to ignore her advice and head to your next class... "Sexual Education".