<Clang> Samantha finished her last squat. Her bubble butt gave her squats
enormous power, so that bar was loaded. Samantha had never seen someone
add weight after she was done squatting, and the gym was mostly filled
with older boys.

It took a few seconds for her G-cup breasts to stop moving after she
stood. She was only wearing an old stretched out sports bra on her
breasts, so they moved relatively freely. Her size was starting to worry
her a little. Everyone had expected that she would go through a brief
growth spurt when her body started blowing up during her freshman year, but
a year later, at the beginning of her sophomore year, she was still going
strong. The busty young red-head had gained three cup sizes this summer
alone.

Sam was also worried about what her growth would do to her athletic
career. Her muscles had continued to develop along with the rest of her,
but her hips were now so wide that it was interfering with her running.
She could not walk without a sway to her hips, and her running stride
had been thrown all out of whack. Perhaps it was time to pick up
another sport.

Andrew watched as Samantha started gulping down water from a bottle.
She tiled her head back and drank, her throat
rippling. His gaze followed the motion of her throat down to her
ample breasts. He noticed that her sports bra was a few sizes too
small. Breast flesh peaked out at the top.

Andrew's world narrowed to Samantha's breasts. They loomed ever larger
in his mind, and before long there wasn't room for anything else.
As he stood there gaping at her perfect body he felt a desire to
submit to her washing over himself. She had to be divine to be that
overpoweringly sexy.

Samantha finished off the last of her water and brought her bottle
down. She opened her eyes to find a Andrew Jax staring at her,
slack jawed. She was about to try to snap him out of it when she
recognized the expression that had been on David's face at the
end of the previous school year.

She walked over to the hypnotized boy, "Hey Andrew. How you doing?"

"I'm doing great, Mistress." He said.

Samantha's nipples stiffened. She had had her toy, David, to play with
all summer, but for the last few weeks there had been no one to satisfy
her appetites. "This isn't a great place to talk. Follow me." She said,
leading him out of the gym.

Andrew followed her closely while she walked to the unisex bathroom at the end
of the science hall. At this time of day there was no one around. Samantha
opened the door and beckoned for Andrew to follow her in.

"Andrew, do you find me sexy?" She asked when they were alone in the little
room.

"Yes, Mistress." He said looking at the voluptuous girl in front of him.

"Then I want you to look at me. Look at my perfect face, and my lovely
hair..." She pulled off her bra, "Look at my huge breasts. Do you see
how irresistible I am?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Every part of me makes you more aroused, and more submissive. It
feels sooo good and relaxing to just stare at my perfect body. Every second
you spend looking at me, you get more relaxed. It makes you so happy to
be allowed to look at me like this." Samantha's voice oozed sexuality.

"Watch as my breasts sway back and forth, back and forth," Samantha
had started rocking her body slightly, "You are falling deeper and deeper
into my cleavage. It's inevitable that you just get swallowed up by my
sexuality. There is no point in resisting me, and you don't even want
to anyway."

Andrew looked confused, "Why would I want to resist your perfection, Mistress?"

Samantha smiled, "Good boy."
