
Derick enjoyed the way the office was quiet right before the holidays. Today
was Christmas Eve, and it was so silent you could hear a pin drop. It meant
he had no meetings to worry about so he could really get some work done. He
didn't have any family except his parents, who were on a cruise in the
Mediterranean. He was glad his boss had let him trade the holiday for an
extra vacation day he could take later.

The pristine silence was interrupted when the door to the floor clicked
open and Anna, the intern who had been working with them for course credit
over the last semester, walked in. "Oh, hi Derick, I guess you really are
working over the holidays. I thought you were joking."

"Hi Anna," Derick replied with a hint of trepidation. Girls Anna's age were
always cause for a man like him to worry. They were always on the prowl for
a boy to bond with, enslave really, and though Derick wasn't a boy he was
as yet unbonded with the help of hormone suppressors. Anna had gotten
awfully flirtatious once she realized his situation, but they had never
been so alone before.

Even more concerning was the way Anna was dressed. She had always come to
work dressed professionally, if in tight clothes that showed off her
impressive figure. Now though, she wore a pair of tiny white short-shorts,
three inch heels, and a cropped tank that showed off both her navel and
a few inches of cleavage. Her nipples made prominent dents in the
thin fabric. It was an outfit that openly declared that she was on the
hunt, and even with the help of his hormone supressors, Derick could feel
his body responding to the sight of her.

She walked over to her desk, "I forgot my laptop." She picked up the
slab of electronics in question. "Thank god Larry knows me or it would
have been so hard to get in to get it. I turned in my key card last week."

"Oh, yeah, that's good," Derick hoped the young blond would go away. She
didn't. Instead, she walked towards him, her heels clicking softly until
she leaned up against her desk. When she got close to him, her pheromones
surrounded Derick in a cloud. Hormone suppressors were not perfect, and
they had been getting less and less effective as Derick got older and his
balls swelled with bonding potential.

"I feel like I never really properly thanked you for everything you taught
me during my internship,"

"Oh, ummm, happy to do it," he said, but thought *please go away*.

"Yeah, it was really great. To be honest, I was a little worried at first.
This semester was just so hectic for me trying to do the internship and
my classes. On top of that, I was so hormonal, you know?" She lifted
her hands to cup her large breasts. Derick knew she wore a 32-F-A cup,
a fact that she had casually let slip a few times when he was in earshot.
Cup sizes wrapped around after DD, adding an F for "flowered" since most
women were larger than a DD cup after they had fully flowered. The average
cup size for a fully flowered woman was F-B, an it was impressive that
Anna was already nearing that size despite not being done flowering.

"Oh, that has to be hard,"

"Yeah," she pressed her boobs together, "it has been. My body is just, like,
screaming at me to choose a man and bond with him, you know? I don't want to
just rush into it though. Lots of guys are interested, but I want to choose
the right one." Her tank slid down as she started massaging her breasts right
in front of Derick's face, revealing even more of her incredible flesh.

"A-Anna, I don't think this-"

"College is just so full of boys, you know?" she continued as if he hadn't
said anything.

Derick slid backwards in his office chair, moving away from his desk while
he still could. Anna got up and took a step after him. "I want a man." She
tugged her top up and over her head in one smooth motion. If Derick hadn't
been taking suppressors, he would have been totally helpless before her heavy
mounds. As it was, he was unable to look away, though he did manage to keep
feebly pushing his chair backwards. Anna casually walked after him, stopping
his progress by leaning down and pressing her palms into the arms of the
chair when he was in the middle of a walkway.

"You're not bonded yet, are you?"

"Anna, please don't do this,"

"So much spirit, don't worry. I'll fix that." She lifted a hand to her
breast and leaned forward so she could guide a nipple into his mouth.

Derick's mind was fuzzy, overcome by ancient instinct despite the modern
drugs in his veins. He could feel the heat of her body radiating against
his face. It would be so easy to just let go and accept it. Few men managed
to make it to 34 without being captured, even with suppressors. Heck, few
made it past 20, the widely agreed upon limit of what an unaided person could
manage before instinct fully took over. He could just give in.

Somehow, he managed to muster just enough will to escape right in the nick of
time. He didn't have the will to shove her off of him, so instead he pulled
with his legs, sliding down beneath her and knocking her over with his bent
knees without really intending to. Before she could recover, he stumbled
up and ran pell-mell towards the door. He was still woozy from the dose of
pheromones she had given him, so he slammed into the wall and clipped a
desk with his hip on the way out, but he managed to get down the
stairs and run through the lobby. One outside, he didn't stop running,
just sprinted, heedless of the fact that his swollen balls would surely
be sore the next day if he ran without his sports briefs.

Eventually, he stopped. His chest heaved with exertion. He was too afraid
to head back to the office to retrieve his car, so he pulled out his phone
and used a ride hailing app to book a ride home.

On the way home, he texted his best friend Cherry, <the intern just tried
to rape me, so that's awesome.>

<Jesus. That fucking sucks. Are you going to report it?>

<To who? The last time this happened the police didn't care. They'll probably
wish she succeeded,> most people thought unbounded men in their thirties were
unnatural, and Derick always had to put up with judgment for his choice.

<What about HR?> she texted back. <They might do something since it was
between colleagues.>

<HR? Yeah right. Besides, her internship is over, so I don't see the point.>

<This makes me so mad. Women are so fucking entitled, like why can't they
just let you do your thing? I'm so fucking furious right now,>

<It is what it is, I'm just tired honestly>

<This is so fucked up. I want to kill this bitch, or at least chop her tits
off.>

<Please don't> he put his hands over his eyes.

<Sorry, I shouldn't say that. I'm just so mad. Do you want to talk about
this in person?>

<Aren't you with your family?>

<I mean yeah, but Christmas isn't a real holiday for Chinese people, they
won't mind if I duck out.>

<Ok. I'm on my way back to my apartment. Want to meet up at Tryst?> he
named their favorite bar.

<I think they may be closed today> she replied.

<Yeah you're probably right> <you could just come over to mine> Derick felt
no trepidation about inviting Cherry over to his apartment despite the fact
that he wouldn't have wanted to be alone with any other woman at the moment.
Cherry was on hormone suppressors too and he'd known her for fifteen years.
He thought of women as predators, but Cherry was like a tame lioness.

=====================================================================================

"Hey, I brought beer," Cherry held up a six pack of IPAs.

"I don't know if I want to be mind altered for a while," Derick said.

"Oh, yeah, that's understandable. Did she get you with her pheromones?"

"Yeah, she must have been saving them up for hours and then dumped them.
I just feel so stupid. She'd been flirting with me her whole internship.
I should have just left as soon as she showed up. It was obvious she was
going to try something like this."

"Hey, it's not your fault. You can't blame yourself for this," Cherry
made as if to give him a hug, but then thought better of it. Even if she
wasn't capable of producing pheromones or milk with the drugs she was on,
her long slow flowering had slowly turned the slender frame she had possessed
in college into a figure lush enough to put most fully flowered women to
shame. She now epitomized the phrase "slim and stacked", which probably
wasn't something Derick wanted to be remind of at the moment. She buttoned
up her loose trench coat to better hide her figure.

"Yeah, I know, but like on some level isn't it? This is like the fifth time
this sort of thing has happened to me. The second this year. I'm getting to
be more and more of a juicy target as I get older and keep growing."

"Hey, no, that's not the right way to think. You know this. You explained
all this gender equality stuff to me in college. You've just been through
a really rough experience and it's filling you with doubts, but you can't
blame yourself." Cherry's voice was encouraging.

"You're right. It's just- I don't know. I feel like this is an inflection
point. It's only going to get worse from here."

Cherry was silent because he was right. She didn't know how to fix this.

"I need to change how I live to stay safe from this stuff I think."

"I- I hate that you have to think like this, but you might be right."
Cherry said.

Derick sighed loudly, blowing air out through his lips and making the
flutter a bit.

"You want to play go? Take your mind off it?" They both loved the ancient
strategy game.

"Sure, yeah, that could be good."

Derick got out his go board and set it up on his coffee table. Cherry sat
down across from him and set out their usual handicap. Cherry was a bit
stronger than him, so he generally started with a two stone advantage.
The game pretty quickly unwound. Derick made several major blunders that
turned it into a complete route. He rallied a bit and fought well in
the mid game before messing up again. Cherry wound up completely blowing
him out.

"Well, I'm clearly useless at go right now," Derick flopped back on the
couch and brought his hand up to cover his face. "I don't know Cherry,
I'm just... I don't think I can do this. How long before some girl
gets me. Two years? Five? I can't see myself making it to ten."

Cherry was silent. He was right and she hated it.

"At this point maybe I should just settle. Try to find a girl who won't be
to bad and just let it happen. I won't have any free will, but at least
I wouldn't be afraid all the time."

The thought of her friend becoming the devoted slave of some brat brought
a sudden lump to Cherry's throat. "Maybe you could move to a men's colony."
Even as she said it, she knew it was hopeless.

"Oh, like the one in Idaho that got raided by those girls from Florida State?
That will just paint a bigger target on my back. I don't know Cherry, if I keep
fighting, I'm just going to end up with the kind of girl who would seduce a
guy like me whether I want it or not."

He brought his hand away from his face and sat up, "If only there were girls who
believed in gender equality for real. So many of them pay it lip service, but
then they seem to forget all about it once they get what they want. They're all
just saying it. Heck, you're the only woman I know who I can trust really believes
in gender equality. Tory, Wendy, Gemma, all the girls from college who were taking
hormone suppressors have their fucking milk slaves now. You're the only one who
stuck with it."

"I don't know if you're being fair. Tory and Gemma are pretty good to Ron and
Carl."

"Yeah, they keep them on a long leash. Still a leash though." Derick shook his
head. "And there's no way I want to end up like Ben. Wendy is exactly who I
was thinking about when I'm talking about these fake gender equality girls.
So even of our friends, who were like super progressive, that's a 33% chance
I end up completely mind-fucked."

"Yeah, it sucks."

"I guess its a 100% chance if I just keep doing what I'm doing. It's just a
question of time."

They sat in silence for a bit while Cherry leaned over and started cleaning up
the go stones.

Derick broke the silence, "Cherry?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you, umm-" he cut himself off, "no, I can't-"

"What?"

"I can't ask you that."

"Are you asking me to bond with you?"

"No. That's not fair to you. I know you don't want to bond either. Forget I
said anything. Can we just chalk this up to me being shook up?" he asked.

At the sudden turn in the conversion Cherry felt the heat building between her
legs and her nipples stiffening against the heavy duty bra she was wearing.
Her hormone suppressors had been getting less effective with age and for the
last few years the sexual fantasies that had vanished when she first started
taking them had returned. Derick played a prominent role in most of them.
"Ummm, well, actually, it's not that I don't want to bond. It's more that
I feel like doing so is unethical, but in this case, maybe it's um-"

"Better than the alternative," he supplied.

"The lessor of two evils. But I don't know, at this point my flowering has
gone on so long that I don't think I would be a great person to bond with
if you want to retain your free will. I mean, my boobs are pretty, well,
pretty big you know,"

Derick laughed a little, "yeah, I have noticed that about you. I'm not sure
it really matters. My balls are so big that any woman I bond with is going
to have really potent milk anyway."

"Oh, jeez you're right. Yeah, I mean the way you are now even if I was
still as flat as I was back when we first met, you would still make
my milk super potent."

He sighed, "yeah. I mean I'd rather you have total control over me than some
random brat has near total control."

She nodded, "so we're really doing this?"

"Yeah, I mean, I want to if you want to."

"Ok,"

===================================================================================

The train rattled and shook as it turned, jostling the passengers and causing
Cherry's braless breasts to bounce and jiggle. She had ruined the single
30-2F-D cup bra she owned at work that day when her breasts swelled with milk
over the course of the day. Now, her nipples made prominent dents in the red
turtleneck she wore. Going braless hadn't seemed to cause Cherry any issues at
work, in fact it was the opposite. While most women's pheromones only
controlled the man they bonded with, as a general rule of thumb women larger than a F-D
could influence other men. Cherry had been just over that threshold even before
she had gone off her suppressors. Now, though she kept her pheromones suppressed,
it was obvious she she was much bustier than that threshold, and had in fact crossed
another, much rarer threshold. Extremely well developed women could not only
influence men, but other women, and 3F-B, a size that she wouldn't be surprised to
be needing quite soon given how fast she had been growing since going off suppressors,
was the generally accepted point at which they started to do so. Of course these were just
rules of thumb, and Cherry had might have crossed that threshold earlier thanks to the
stronger pheromones she was likely to possess due to her extended flowering, entering
a very rare strata of women so developed they could dominate just about anyone with
their feminine charms.

Cherry noticed that every man in her field of view was staring at her hypnotically
swaying nipples. She wasn't dumping pheromones or anything, but pheromones were only
most of what allowed women to control men. There was also deep neurological wiring
from the evolutionary past tied in with everyone's visual cortex that made the sight
of busty women difficult to resist. Cherry could suppress her pheromones,
but she couldn't suppress the sight of her massive melons swaying and bouncing as
the train shook. The thing of it was, she knew she had some more growing to do
as her body over corrected in response to the sudden disappearance of the suppressors
she had been taking for so long.

The way the men, and a few women, in her train car were looking at her brought
a building heat between Cherry's legs. She was just sitting there and they were
all enthralled by her. People, especially men, had been getting so compliant
lately, so eager to please. On an intellectual level she knew it was wrong, the
tyranny of biology, and she never took advantage of it, but it was impossible to
pretend to herself that she didn't find it incredibly hot. Everyone knew women
loved being sexually dominant, and Cherry was no different from the rest of her
sex in that regard, she just generally did a much better job of controlling her
urges than other women. Lots of women tried hormone suppressants, but even with
the suppressants their urges got stronger and stronger as they got older. The
general wisdom is that you never met a woman over 25 still taking suppressants.
Cherry was 35, and until recently had thought herself a woman of unusual will
for holding out so long, but her urges had gotten so much stronger after going
off the drug. She honestly wondered if she would be able to hold out until the
planned vacation.

When she stood up to get off at her stop she noted the way all the angles
looked a bit off. The sudden flood of hormones from going off suppressors
had caused her to start growing upwards again, and as of her last measurement
she had grown by two inches in just the few weeks since she had stopped
medicating. In combination with the 4 inch heels that were pretty much the
uniform at her corporate job, her head was 6 feet above the ground.
She made towards the door, her heavy bust thrust forward through the crowd
like a battleship parting the waters, her side boobs brushing into people on
a few occasions despite their best efforts to contort themselves to make way
for the voluptuous woman. Her broad hips and massive ass were not quite so
yielding as her plush tits, and due to the press of the crowd she accidentally
crushed an unfortunate young man against the wall with her hip as she squeezed
out the door. "S-sorry Mistress," he stammered as she passed. For the briefest
of moments, she was able to feel his erection against the side of her hip.

She didn't reply, just swept out of the train car, but the brief interaction
made her nipples ache with desire and set her sopping pussy abuzz. He had
called her "Mistress", not "Ma'am". It was an honorific that she had been
hearing more and more since she went off her meds and without fail it made
her horny as hell. She felt guilty about enjoying the dominance her changing
body afforded her, but she couldn't help that she found being on the good
side of the tyranny of biology a turn on. She wanted to be a good men's
lib ally, but she couldn't help that the idea of being an old fashioned
dominatrix was all she thought about when she masturbated. The part of her
that had wanted just shove that young man's head between her tits before
dragging him back to her apartment was far to big for comfort, but she hadn't
remained celibate all these years just to give up and kidnap some poor kid
right before she could bond with a man who had consented, a man she could
be a life partner to rather than a kidnapping dictatrix.

She hurried the block and a half to her apartment and went right to her
bedroom. She was so turned on she didn't even bother to get undressed,
just slid her panties down and hiked up her pencil skirt before plunging
the massive vibrator she kept in her bedside table into her hot, wet
snatch. As Cherry's urges had grown more and more forceful over the years,
she'd come to rely on her sex toys to manage her invasive libido. At first
she focused on the boy she had brushed up against while she hammered away
at herself, but before long the face of the man she had pinned against
the wall had changed and it was Derick she imagined forcing back with
her hip. Bit by bit her fantasy morphed until he swelled as if
he was thoroughly milk fed, bulging with the powerful muscles that her
heavy breasts were aching to supply him with. He was no longer pinned
by her physicality, but by the hold she had on his mind. "Oh, mmmmmfff,
fuck, Derick, fuck, I'm gonna make you fucking, uuuuuunnnnggg, fucking
beg, oh, god, you're gonna be such a good little hypnotized sub when
I'm done with you," she gasped and then moaned wordlessly as she
came.

The tension drained from her body and she clicked the vibrator off but
didn't remove it. Lifting one hand to cover her eyes she said, "fuck,
I definitely can't do any of that."

She cleaned herself up a bit and then picked up her phone. She really
should have talked about this with Derick earlier.

"Hey, what's up?" he picked up on the third ring.

"Derick, I've realized that there's something I should have been more open
with you about."

"Ok."

"Well, the thing is, I, ummm, I have, well urges."

The sexual tension between himself and Cherry had been thick enough to cut with
a knife ever since they agreed to bond, and despite his hormone suppressors, Derick's
cock began to inflate at the mention of Cherry's sexuality. "Oh, um, well, I mean
everyone-"

"Yeah, everyone does, but mine, I mean, they're, well, they're not, like ideal."

"That's a little vague,"

"Well, I mean, oh god I sound like a school girl," Derick thought she sounded
considerably less predatory than a school girl but he thought it best not to
mention it, "I want to dominate men Derick. I feel terrible about it, but it's
just, what my body wants I guess."

Derick was both surprised and not surprised by the revelation. In a way, he
was relieved. For so long, he had considered Cherry completely different from
other women. She was so committed to men's liberation and had proved it by
remaining resolutely celibate for a decade and a half. That had been a fine
image of her to have when she was just his close friend, but once they agreed
to bond doubts had started creeping in. She couldn't really be all that different
from other women. Now he knew she wasn't.

"Derick?"

"Ummm, yeah, ok, ummm. Do you think you can control it?"

"I hope so," she didn't sound confident.

"You hope so."

"I- I don't want to lie to you. I can't, I mean you're my best friend, and I'll,
I mean I'll try, but now that I'm off the suppressors, my urges are really
strong, like stronger than I thought they would be. You know how the say girls
who wait longer to bond have higher libidos?"

"You've been waiting seventeen years." Derick realized that despite his suppressors,
he was rock hard. It wasn't just girls they said that about and Cherry was only one
year older than him.

"Yeah. So..."

"So,"

They stayed silent for a while before Cherry spoke up, "I'll understand if-"

"It's fine Cherry. I- I trust you. This is still the best option."

"Ok. Well, uuuhh, bye then." Cherry hung up *maybe you shouldn't* she thought.

After Cherry hung up, Derick hurried to the bathroom, and dropped his trousers.
Gripping his fourteen inch cock, he began to pump his hand back and fourth as
he leaned down aiming the tip into the toilet bowl. It didn't take him long to
cum, shooting gob after gob of spunk into the water, more than a cup of the stuff
in all. While he wiped himself off, he realized that he had been thinking about
Cherry violating the trust he had just expressed to her. It was hard to tell
if the feeling that filled him was one of foreboding or eager anticipation.

===================================================================================

Cherry tugged at the hem of her dress. When she had tried it on in the store two weeks
before it had come down to mid thigh, but now now her widening hips and bubble butt had
pulled it up higher. The big keyhole was stretched wider than intended and her abundant
flesh pressed out, pooching around the edge of the tight garment. It was clearly too
small for her, but she still thought she looked great. Cherry had never really worn
this sort of "huntress dress" before, but if now wasn't the time she didn't know what
was. Hopefully Derick wouldn't take it the wrong way.

She pulled on some six inch stilettos and grabbed her suitcase before heading out the
door to meet up with Derick. The walk to his apartment didn't take long, and he met her
outside. "Wow, you've really grown huh?"

"Hehe yeah, only a little since you last saw me," she stepped forward with uncharacteristic
confidence and wrapped him in a hug. Derick was only 5'8", a little short even for an
unbonded man and quite short for a man his age. Before she went off her meds he had
been two inches taller than her, but now that difference was reversed. They both knew
that wouldn't last long though. With a chest as large as hers Derick was bound to
grow bigger. Each of her breasts was now larger than his head, so her newfound height
in combination with her heels meant they swallowed up his face as she pulled him
into a hug. She didn't release any pheromones, but he still had that distinctive glazed
look in his eyes when she released him. "You like?" she could tell from the bulge in his
pants that he did.

"Y-yeah, wow, Cherry, you look, I mean, wow you look amazing."

She smiled, "Thanks! It's not too much is it?"

"Ummmm, no, no it's fine."

"Good, I was a little worried. I've grown a bit since I bought this dress, so it's a
little scandalous."

*I don't know if it was your growth that did that,* Derick thought to himself.
Cherry hadn't always been so generously endowed, but the long drawn out flowering
from taking suppressors had made her eclipse most other women quite some time
ago. Seeing her showing off her body the way most women did all the time made
Derick realize just how much care his friend had taken around him for the last
decade and a half. Now that she was actually trying to show off her body, it
was impossible to look away from the gravitational draw of her bosom. *God,
they're so big.*

Cherry's large nipples were an inch thick and just about as long normally, but
when she started to get turned on they grew in both directions by another half
inch or so. She had completely given up on trying to find bras that fit until
after they bonded, so her headlights were extremely obvious and only got more
so as they stiffened while Derick looked on, hypnotized. "Derick, you with me?"

"Y-yeah, sorry, umm, just got lost for a minute there,"

"Hmmmmmm, maybe it is too much," she shifted the top of her dress, failing to
make it cover any more of her abundant pale flesh. "I'm worried you seem a
little distracted. Maybe I should go back and change,"

"N-no, I mean, yeah, it's kinda distracting, but it's fine. You don't have to
go get changed."

"Ok, if you think so. Wanna head to the train?"

"Yeah, lets," they took off in the direction of the subway stop but it wasn't
long before Derick stopped her, "hey Cherry?"

"Yeah?"

"Ummmm, can you help me with something?"

"What?"

"Well, umm," Derick reached down and tried to adjust his massive erection,
"it's kinda hard to walk comfortably with this. It wasn't a problem before,
but I stopped taking my meds on Wednesday, and well, to be honest you're
kinda affecting me."

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry Derick,"

"N-no it's fine, just could you maybe, hypnotize me to help deal with it?
That's, umm, that's pretty common right?"

Cherry bit her lip. They hadn't even gotten on the plane and already Derick
was asking her to hypnotize him. She could feel the skin of her throat and
breasts flush with desire. She ached to release her pheromones. "Ummm, yeah,
sure. Come over here."

Derick approached, "so how do we-"

He was cut off when Cherry shoved his head between her boobs once again.
It was with an immense feeling of relief that she released her pent up
pheromones. "just take a deep breath in for me Derick, feel me all around
your head, surrounding you with my warm, soft milky boobs. It feels so
nice to be hypnotized by me doesn't it? You can feel yourself going under
so easily. Falling under my spell is like pulling on an old glove perfectly
fit to your hand. It's just so natural, so comfy, isn't it? Are you comfy?
Are you comfy and enthralled."

"Yes Cherry,"

"Good boy, good boy Derick. Now you're a good boy which means you've got a
good cock, don't you?"

"Yes Cherry,"

"Yes you do, and what does a good cock do? That's right, it obeys Cherry.
You have a good obedient cock, don't you?"

"Yes,"

"Say, 'my cock will do whatever you tell it to Cherry'."

"My cock will do whatever you tell it to Cherry,"

"Of course it will, because it's mine now, isn't it? It's my good, obedient
cock. It's very eager to please it's new owner so it will never do anything
I don't want. It will always obey my commands. Do you understand?"

"Yes Cherry,"

"Good. I also want to clarify that this only applies to your cock. You yourself
have all your free will and are a totally independent person. You don't have a
special obligation to obey me, it's just that your cock does. Do you understand?"

"Yes Cherry,"

"Good, I'm going to release you from between my boobs and you'll exit this trance.
You'll remember everything that happened and you'll give me your totally honest
feelings about it. If there is anything you don't like about my commands, you'll
tell me immediately so I can fix them."

She released him and Derick stepped back, blinking a bit, "thanks, Cherry. There
are some things I don't like about your commands, but I also like those things.
The biggest thing I don't like is that you stopped at subjugating my cock and
didn't enthrall my mind. It was really hot to be hypnotized by you since I trust
you and I wish you would dominate me more. At the same time, I like that part of
your command because it shows that you respect me as a person and want what's
best for me. I also know that me wanting you to go further is just my instincts
taking over and might not really be good for me, so I don't actually want you
to go further, but I still find it kinda disappointing."

Cherry's panties were damp by the time he finished speaking and she expected they
wouldn't take long to soak through, "oh, well, I'm, I'm uuuuhhhh, glad that you're
happy with my commands."

"Oh, wow, I just said a lot more than I meant to,"

"Oh, sorry, I guess I shouldn't have told you to honestly report how you thought
about the commands."

"No, no, it was a good idea, I mean, I guess you're gonna find out that I'm just a
typical submissive man eventually, just you know one who wishes he wasn't subject
to the tyranny of biology."

At his reminder of how his body was forcing them into this, Cherry's arousal began
to taper off. She hated that her friend was having to make this choice, even if she
did feel lucky to be the one he had chosen to do it with. "Yeah, it sucks."

"I don't know, at least I have you,"

"Awwww Derick, that's really sweet."

He smiled briefly, "would you mind, ummm," he pointed to his crotch.

"Oh, right sorry. Derick, go flaccid and stay that way until we finish traveling."
Derick's erection immediately began to soften.

"Thanks, wow, that really worked huh,"

"I guess so. You ready now?"

"Yeah," they once more turned to head towards the subway entry.

They rode the subway to the airport and checked in, finding their gate with an hour
and fifteen minutes to spare, "I'm such a nervous traveler. We shouldn't have left so
early," Cherry said.

"Yeah, but it's better than missing a flight."

"True, I'm really hungry. What about you?"

"Yeah I'm pretty hungry too, but I'm fasting," he reminded her.

"Oh, right, sorry, that sucks,"

"Well it's better than having to deal with my stomach and intestines re-configuring
while I'm full of food." If a man had a full stomach when the bonding process started
he usually became violently ill.

"Yeah, definitely true."

"You should eat though, don't go hungry on my account,"

"Ok, thanks, I'll be back in a bit," Cherry gave him a quick little side hug. In Derick's
experience women could be awfully handsy, but Cherry had never been like that before.
Rather that feeling threatened the way he normally did, he found the brief contact pleasant.
Watching her walk away he realized that she physically embodied everything he was afraid
of. The leggy Asian bombshell could doubtless completely dominate any man in the crowd, and
likely do the same to most of the women, but he still felt safe with her.

When Cherry returned she had two full woman sized meals. Since women were eating for two,
women's portions were twice as large as the portions for men or unbonded girls.
Apparently her appetite had exploded along with the rest of her after going off her
suppressors. "You really were hungry," Derick commented as she dug into four times
more food than he could handle.

"Mmmm, yeah, I just haven't been able to stop eating lately. Hormones I guess,"
she patted her stomach.

"Yeah I guess, your appetite will probably return to normal after a bit."

"Yeah, hopefully, maybe not though since I'm gonna have to keep the girls full for
you," she playfully cupped her heavy udders, "something tells me you're gonna be
pretty thirsty," Derick glanced at her chest. He thought it pretty
likely he would be. He must have been looking for too long since Cherry chuckled,
"maybe you already are."

Derick cleared his throat and looked away, "sorry."

Cherry plowed through her two meals while they waited around for boarding, sitting
back and patting her bulging gut when she finished. "That hit the spot," the curvy
woman declared. They called for boarding as she got up to throw away
the boxes her food had come in.

Derick and Cherry were sitting next to one another on the plane, and Cherry
immediately raised the arm between their two seats so she could press closer
to him Derick had a window seat, so he was squished a little uncomfortably
against the wall. He didn't complain though. He was very aware of the way
Cherry's thick thigh pressed up against his smaller leg. Her breasts projected
out in front of her, dominating the space between her and the seat in front of
her, and spilling out over her arms. The edge of her breast brushed up against
his arm and chest whenever she shifted herself towards him. He thought it
might have been intentional when she rotated her whole body in order to look
across him out the window after takeoff. It made it difficult to focus on the
in flight movies, and he knew that he would have been rock hard through it
if it were not for Cherry's earlier command that he go flaccid.

"Anything for you Mistress?" the flight attendant asked, interrupting the
movie Cherry was watching.

"Oh, yeah, could I have a coke?"

"Of course Mistress, and would you like pretzels or nuts?"

"Hmmm, I guess pretzels,"

He handed her a bag, "and for you sir?"

"Oh, I'm-" Derick started, but was cut off when Cherry said, "he'll have
the pretzels as well, and a coke."

"Here you are Mistress," the flight attendant said, handing over another can
and bag of pretzels.

"Sorry to cut you off, I'm just pretty hungry. I hope it's ok if I eat yours."

"No, yeah, by all means."

"Thanks."

"That was super old fashioned of him to call you Mistress huh?" It used to be
common practice for men to address all women with the honorific and for women
to address more dominant women with it, but the practice had fallen out of
favor, at least in the progressive circles they both moved in.

"Oh, yeah, it's a bit weird isn't it. I've been hearing that a lot lately.
I guess going off my suppressors made me bring it out in people or something."

"Yeah, that explains it I guess, haha." It was a revelation to realize that
Cherry already possessed enough feminine dominance to cut through modern
social mores to something more primal. He hated the honorific, and normally
it would have annoyed him to see how casual Cherry was about accepting it,
but some part of him knew that the label fit her well. He wondered if he would
have felt that way before going off his meds.

Cherry's left arm kept bumping into Derick as she ate, and he was hyper-aware of
each little bit of contact. He was able to focus on his movie again once she
finished. The same scene played out again when the flight attendants came by
with lunch, though this time he asked Cherry if she wanted his lunch ahead of
time so she didn't order for him. His meal was only half the size that hers
was, and she finished them both easily. Derick suspected she would have liked
more.

Even after they touched down, Derick remained very aware of the warm pressure he had
felt on his thigh the whole flight. They collected their bags and made their way
over to the rental car desk. There was a bit of a line, and Derick groaned inwardly
knowing that getting a rental car could take a long time even without five groups
ahead of them. To his surprise though one of the desk workers quickly said, "I can
help you here Mistress," beckoning to Cherry.

"Oh great, I have a reservation for a car under the name Cherry Wu," she stepped
up to the counter.

"Ok, let me see, yes, I have it right here, now if you could just fill out this
form," the worker flipped an iPad around to present a screen full of fields to
her. As Cherry got to work, Derick tried to figure out if the people they had
skipped over were mad about the special treatment his well endowed friend had
received. If they were, they were doing a good job of hiding it.

The rental process went smoothly and before long they were loading their bags
into the back of a big white SUV and climbing in. "Ok, let's see, it's an hour
away, and then we are all done with traveling."

"I'm definitely ready for that,"

The city fell away as they drove, giving way to a lush forest. Despite being much
further south, the makeup of the Florida flora had a good bit in common with the
ecosystem he was used to further up the eastern seaboard. Eventually, they pulled
onto a rough dirt track, moving slowly until they stopped outside a little bungalow
shrouded by trees. A small path lead back towards where the crashing of the waves
was audible. "Wow, it's so cute," Cherry remarked.

"Yeah, I guess an advantage of bonding when we are in our thirties is we can afford
a nice place to do it."

"That is true," she turned off the car and shifted to face him, "speaking of, I would
say we are done traveling, wouldn't you?"

"Ummm, yeah," even before she had finished speaking, Derick's huge dick had started
swelling.

Cherry grinned and reached over to squeeze his dick, "looks like little Derick is back."
She let the pent up pheromones she had been holding back the whole flight loose, and
the immediately filled up the confines of the car.

"Uuuuhhh, yeah," Derick's gaze locked onto Cherry's bust.

"Let's go inside," Cherry smiled slightly at the enthralled look on her friend's face.

"Y-yeah," Derick got out of the car in a daze, immediately stopping to stare at
Cherry's heavy bust.

"You gonna help me with the bags or what?"

"S-sorry," he grabbed the two largest suitcases and hurriedly heaved them towards the house.

Cherry followed after him with the rest of the bags, "wow, this is so cute," she exclaimed
at the sight of the inside of the house.

"Y-yeah, ummm, cute..." Derick stood in the living room, his eyes locked onto the massive
boob window in Cherry's dress.

Cherry's nipples stiffened at his obvious enthrallment, *I could do anything to him,* she
realized. "Hey Derick?"

"Yeah?"

"You want me to suppress my pheromones again?"

"Ummm, pheromones..." he repeated without engaging with her question.

Cherry locked down her pheromone release once more. She still felt pent up, having
only been able to let them out for a little while. "Should I lock down my pheromones?"

"Lock down..."

"I better give you some time to recover. Why don't you relax here while I take a shower.
And, uuuuhhh, remember not to eat,"

"shower..."

"just, just stay on the couch, ok?" Clearly he wasn't in a good state of mind. She really
hoped he would follow her directions. If he ate it would draw things out or worse if they
gave in to their building urges. She had to shepherd him over to the couch to get him to
take a seat, but he didn't seem like he was going anywhere any time soon as she turned
and headed for the master bedroom. When she pushed him gently down she couldn't help
but notice the way his 14 inch cock dramatically tented his trousers. She didn't stop
thinking about it through her whole shower.

"Derick, you feeling any better?" Cherry asked as she stepped out of the shower
and came over to him wrapped in a towel.

"Umm, yeah," he still seemed distracted and his eyes followed her cleavage intently,
but he did sound a bit more lucid.

"Good, ummm, we need to figure out what we are going to do about this. I guess you're
really susceptible to me. I mean it makes sense. We've both gone so long without
bonding."

"Yeah, yeah, it makes sense."

"I was thinking maybe I could help you concentrate,"

"Like how you helped with, ummm,"

"With your hard on? Yeah."

"Ummm, yeah, that, I mean that makes sense," he nodded, reddening a bit.

"Ok, well, I'm gonna have to hypnotize you pretty deeply for that. I mean
to control where your thoughts go, I'm gonna have to make you, well, I'll
have to make you pretty-"

"submissive," he finished for her.

"Yeah, I mean I've been reading about how it all works and I think for something
like that, I'm really gonna have to go deep. Plus," she stepped forward, "I
mean let's face it, you're pretty much my titty slave as soon as I release my
pheromones." She noticed the way his sweatpants slowly started tenting after she
said that.

"Y-yeah, I guess, the- the tyranny of biology and all that."

"Yeah..." Cherry let her pent up pheromones flood out, "I mean you don't really
have a choice really? Your body just makes you sooo obedient doesn't it?"

"Yes Mistress Cherry,"

At the unexpected honorific, Cherry felt a buzz of pleasure between her legs,
"Uhhh, Derick, you don't have to call me that you know. Only, you know, if
you want. Do you, umm, want that? Be honest, don't tell me what you think I
want to hear."

"Yes, I want it,"

She bit her lip, "Nnnnngggg, ok, umm, ok, wow, you're actually really subby
aren't you. I mean there's nothing wrong with traditional gender roles if that
what you, you know, want, but it's just kinda surprising. If this is what you
wanted all along why didn't you just bond with someone earlier?" He had already
confessed to feeling this way towards her when she subjugated his cock earlier,
but she wanted to hear it confirmed, and wanted to know why he had held out
so long despite being a typical submissive man at his core.

"I dunno, it's hard to think, you're so..." he trailed off as words seemed to
desert him.

"Focus for me Derick. Don't lose yourself in the delirium, you want to obey
me right? You're getting all titnotized by my big sexy boobs, but that means
you need to do what I want, and I want you to focus. Can you do that for
me? Can you focus?"

"Y-yeah. Focus."

"Good boy, now why did you wait so long."

"Ummmm, trust. Most women are horrible to their men once they've got one,
and it's just so hard to trust that they won't, you know take advantage."

"Yeah, yeah, I can see why you might worry about that," Cherry nodded
sympathetically, trying not to notice the way having an enthralled man
in front of her was waking up her desires to do just that. "You didn't
think you could trust any woman? Even one you've known a long time?"

"Kind of, I was also worried that, well, that I would let them."

"What do you mean by that?" Cherry could feel the skin of her throat
flush with arousal.

"I would, you know, ask them, to, well, to take advantage."

Cherry bit her lip, "how do you mean? Like order you around? Make you
horny all the time? Make you think about them and their big, sexy boobs
in the back of your mind all the time, like a saucepan on simmer just
heating up for hours and hours until you explode with passion?" She
shrugged her shoulders forward, squashing her boobs together with her
biceps. When the pressure forced the towel knot slowly open, she did
nothing to stop it from falling to the ground beneath its own weight.
Her pale breasts bounced free, awesome in their mass and pale perfection.

"Y-yeah, a-and other things. Like, ummm,"

"It's ok, you can tell Cherry," she crooned. For him to still be bashful
when he was this far under, it had to be buried deep.

"to, ummm, make me wear a collar and a ring," he admitted. Forcing their
men to wear a collar to publicly mark them as claimed was something
traditional women did, but in the progressive circles they had both
long moved in, it was anathema. It was a physical symbol of the tyranny of
biology that they were fighting against, and apparently also a fetish of
Derick's. If Cherry made him wear one, she knew she would lose friends,
but the idea still held a dark appeal.

"Wow, I never realized you wanted that." She stood silently over him
for a few pregnant moments before shaking her head, "but for now let's
get you to focus." She pulsed out pheromones in an even denser cloud
and stepped forward, straddling him and shoving his face between her
boobs, "breath in deep for me and feel my pheromones flooding your
mind. Feel your trance going deeper and deeper, more and more relaxed.
Every time you breath in, you're taking me in more and more, falling
further under my sway, becoming more obedient towards me. You can
feel the grip I have on your mind can't you? Surrender to that grip,
give up and give your will to me. I'm not holding and controlling your
mind anymore, your mind, your will, are all just an extension of mine."
She squeezed her boobs together around his head, fully engulfing it.
"Melt into Mistress Cherry," she crooned down at him. She let one of
her hands drop to grab his rock hard shaft. She wanted nothing more
than to engulf it, but with food still in his stomach it still wasn't
time. With a soft noise of regret, she let go of his member and
raised her hands to shove her huge boobs together around his head,
engulfing it completely in their warm silky embrace.

"You're a part of me now. Can you feel it?" She hugged her boobs,
making her tits crush in around him. Derick struggled to respond
to her, but whatever he said was swallowed by her soft flesh.
"What was that? Did you say, 'yes, Mistress Cherry'?" She wanted
him so badly. She bit her lip and allowed herself a frustrated
moan as she involuntarily ground her hips forward to grind her
snatch along his shaft. "I bet you're grateful to finally be able
to admit how you feel. To just give up and give in. Can you
say 'thank you, Mistress Cherry'?" He made another muffled noise.
Cherry wanted to remain atop him, but if she stayed where she was
much longer he might black out or she might do something they would
both regret. She mustered her will and forced herself to get up.

"Ok Derick, I know you're desperately, madly attracted to me, but
it's important that you obey me. You wouldn't want your horneyness
to inconvenience me, would you?"

"No, Mistress Cherry."

"Good boy, well, from now on, whenever you hear me, and only me,
tell you to 'focus for Cherry', you will be able to function
despite the arousal you feel about me. It will still be there,
and you'll still notice it, but you'll only be a little distracted
as long as I'm not being intentionally seductive. Your mind will be
clear even as you find me very attractive." Cherry didn't want to
completely disable her sex appeal, just let Derick function
without his mind going cloudy around her. She also wanted to
be able to go full shock-and-awe if she wanted, "When I call
you 'Cherry's boy toy,' you'll be unable to ignore your arousal
again. You got that?"

"Yes, Mistress Cherry,"

"Good. Ok, when I snap my fingers, you will come out of your
trance." She snapped her fingers. "Focus for Cherry,"

Derick blinked, "Wow, that's a lot better!"

Cherry smiled, "Good, now let me go finish getting changed." She
left the towel on the floor so that Derick would get to watch as
she walked over to her suitcase to pick out some clothes.

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Derick didn't so much wake up as, rise out of the fitful half-sleep
that was the best he had been able to mange. There was only one bed
in the house, so Derick had opted for the couch, not wanting to risk
the temptation of sharing the bed before his fast was over. He had
said he was volunteering for the couch since it would be more comfortable
for him because he was a bit shorter than Cherry, but after he had
settled in for the night he realized the offer more likely came from
the impulse to submit to his increasingly sexy friend. Once he started
trying to sleep, his mounting hunger warred with darkly thrilling images
of Cherry's figure to prevent him from finding any real rest.

Knowing he couldn't attempt to rest any longer, he got up and went
over to the kitchen. Finding the fridge empty, he headed out to the
car to get some groceries. Shopping for food while this hungry was
annoying, but he knew he only had to hold out a few more hours.

When he got back to the bungalow, Cherry still hadn't gotten up, so
he knocked on the door to the bedroom and poked his head in, "you
want me to make you an omelet?"

"umm, yeah, that would be really nice, thanks! You're the best!"

At her praise, Derick felt a thrill of pleasure. His conscious mind
reacted against the impulse, as it went against all his politics, but
a deeper, more animal part of him that didn't care about politics basked
in the approval of the woman who would soon hold his fate in her hands.

He was halfway through making a large breakfast for Cherry, when she
emerged from the bedroom wearing an oversized t-shirt. Her nipples
made prominent dents in the shirt, making it clear that she wasn't
wearing anything underneath. "Wow, this smells amazing!"

"Let's hope it tastes as good as it smells," Derick's stomach was
practically collapsing in on itself at the scents coming off the
hot griddle. He was jealous that Cherry would be able to dive into
it. In fact, he would never again get to dive into a big pile of
eggs and buttery toast.

"How are you feeling, pretty much empty?" Cherry asked.

"Yeah, I think I'm good now. No more food in here to get in the way," he
patted his stomach.

Cherry felt her crotch heat and her breasts ache at the implication of his
words. She hadn't drained herself the night before to make sure she had
plenty of milk in store for Derick's first feeding. "Good, that's good."

"Yeah," Derick was suddenly very aware of the heat of her body as he
shifted closer to her to fold the omelet over.

"What?" Cherry asked.

Derick shook his head, realizing he had been staring at her face.
"Sorry, just- umm..." he was so used to suppressing thoughts like
these that it took him a moment it verbalize it but considering how
their relationship was changing there was no longer a point to keeping
it to himself, "it's just that you're really pretty. Your face, I mean,
I was just thinking, you have really nice, well, well lots of things.
Lips I guess and-"

Cherry cut him off with a kiss, pressing herself to his body and clutching
at his back in passion. She could feel his massive member against her
thigh and her knees went weak with desire. When they broke off they were
both panting with passion and she could see an carnal hunger reflected in
his eyes despite the hypnotic compulsion she had implanted to help him
govern his passions. She pulled back and bit her lip, "thanks, that's
really nice to hear."

Derick managed to finish cooking despite Cherry getting decidedly handsy
with him as he worked. She relented in order to dig in, sitting at the
small kitchen table to eat. "This is great Derick, thank you!" A shiver
went up his spine as that traitorous animal part of him basked in the
approval of his gorgeous Asian friend.

"I'm glad you like it," his erection, which hadn't abated since the kiss,
throbbed. He wasn't sure, but he thought he detected some glint in Cherry's
big almond shaped eyes, as if she knew just how on edge he was.

Just as she was finishing the meal, Derick noticed twin dark splotches on
her t-shirt. "Umm, Cherry, I think you're leaking."

She looked down, "oh, shit, yeah, god I'm just so full." With an effort of
will she cut off the flow. "Give me a napkin?" He reached out and took one,
but it fell from his fingers when he turned back to her and found that she
had shucked off her baggy shirt and now sat as naked as the day she was born.
Every inch of her flawless pale skin seemed to glow in the morning light
and Derick could not take his eyes away from the swollen udders on her chest.
Each was nearly as big as her head and possessed a perfect plump teardrop
shape. Cherry giggled at his reaction, and scooped up the napkin from where
he had dropped it on the table, using it to pat herself dry.

Derick continued to goggle in awe as Cherry quickly finished her meal.
He only snapped out of his revere when she rose to her feet and crooked
a finger before strutting back into the bedroom. Looking back over her
shoulder at Derick trailing zombie-like after her, she bit her lip. She
was still holding her pheromones back, so his awed behavior was all down
to visual effects. Most women relied on their natural chemical signals
to control men, but the most attractive women could do it with their
looks alone. She would have been lying if she said she didn't like being
in that category.

She climbed onto the bed and turned to kneel facing him, "are you ready
Derick?"

He nodded, "yes, yes I'm ready."

"Come be Cherry's boy toy then," she released her pent up pheromones,
"and remember, no cumming without my permission."

Derick walked forward and took Cherry's offered hand. He allowed her to
guide him back to sit against the headboard while she peeled his clothes
off of him. Her eyes widened in delight at the sight of his toned body.
He wasn't particularly bulky since he mostly did cardio for exercise,
but his extended flowering had left him with a well defined musculature
none the less, and if she wasn't mistaken his muscles had gotten noticeably
more defined since he went off his meds. She knew it was only the beginning
of his body's transformation, and she was going to be the one to catalyze
the rest of it.

Shuffling forward, she took his shaft in her hands, marveling at how small
it made them look. Over the years, her intensifying libido had lead her
to buy larger and larger dildos to plunge into a pussy that learned to
stretch more and more as her slow simmer of a flowering marched ever
onward. Derick's cock was bigger than anything she had in her draws back
in her apartment. "Fuck, you're so big Derick," she slid two fingers into
her snatch, feeling it clench tightly around them, grinding her knuckles
together with her powerful inner muscles. She walked her hips forward, then
raised them to line up with the angry head of his 14 inch dick. She lowered
herself onto him. At first, there was no progress as his monstrous hog
pressed harder and harder into her tight gates, but once the pressure
built sufficiently, the baseball sized head shoved through, drawing a
surprised gasp of pleasure from Cherry. "Jesus, it feels even bigger
once it's in!" She dropped her weight once again, sliding a few inches
further down his thick mast before lifting her hips and dropping them
again. She made steady progress at engulfing him, but bottomed out
when there were still five or six inches of cock left to go. "Oh, god,
I can't even handle it all," a girl who had just flowered at the normal
time might not even have managed to conquer the tip, but after a decade
on suppressants, Cherry's snatch could almost handle the beast.

"Ok-ok- wow- ok, now it's time for you to drink," she slipped a nipple
in between her lips and at long last released the pressure in her
breast.

Derick's sex addled trance was transformed when Cherry's milk hit his
tongue. It felt like sparks were traveling along all of his nerves.
He had been overwhelmed by his friend's sexuality, but now he was
more than just crazed with lust for her. It was as if she was clicking
into a slot in his mind that he hadn't known existed. A slot for his
owner. He was struck by the sudden visual of a throne room in the center
of his mind, one which he knew in his soul held dominion over his whole
being. As he gulped at Cherry's thick, creamy milk, he visualized her
settling her perfect bubble butt into the center of that hard throne,
throwing one leg up onto the broad arms of the chair and leaning back
with an arrogant smirk as she claimed him utterly. It felt as if his
whole being was steadily getting re-oriented towards the new purpose
of serving the gorgeous woman on top of him with every gulp he took.

Cherry got concerned he wouldn't be able to finish one of her milk
laden breasts as she realized just how much she had saved up, so
she switched him halfway through. It turned out to be a good instinct
because he was unable to make it even halfway through the second.
*god, after we bond I'm going to get even bigger,* she thought. Derick's
body would grow until he was able to consume all of her milk, so
the fact that he was unable to finish breasts that were themselves
not yet done growing meant he had a lot of growing to do. Cherry's
pussy pulsed at the thought.

"Derick, look at me, in a second I'm going to let you cum and we're
going to bond ok?" His head just lolled in lustful delirium. She
snapped her fingers, "Hey, Derick, this is important. Listen to
me."

"S-sorry Mistress, you're just so beautiful." Cherry's pussy pulsed
again at the sound of the honorific.

"When we bond we're going to change. We'll both change physically, but
you're going to change mentally. You're going to change mentally to
become what you think is my perfect mate," she reminded him of biology.
"Before I let you cum, I need you to tell me what that means to you.
What will I be turning you into?"

"You want a man who will serve you in every way, who will be completely
devoted to you, who will protect you, who will unquestionably obey, who
will worship the ground on which you walk on, who will-"

"No, that's not what I want." She cut him off. The involuntary clenching
of her snatch around his shaft may have given away that it was exactly
what a part of her wanted, but that part of her wasn't in charge, "I
want a partner Derick, I don't want a slave. Of course I want you to
be devoted to me, just like I'll be devoted to you, but I don't want
you to think of yourself as my servant. I want you to keep that expansive,
agile, creative mind that has made you such a great friend." She knew that
men often lost much of their creativity after bonding and she wanted to
make sure that didn't happen to Derick, "I want you to call me out when
I'm wrong and push back on things. I want you to stand up for yourself
to other people *and* to me. If I make a dumb mistake or act like a bitch
I want you to let me know, I mean nicely of course, but still. Don't
take any shit from anyone, especially not me." She bent down and kissed
him fiercely. "Now, try again, tell me what I want."

"You want me to stay me."

She smiled and dropped her forehead to press against before kissing his
eyelids, "yes, yes I do. Now, cum for me Derick." At her words his hands
gripped her plump buttocks hard, pressing into the soft flesh of her
rear and pulling him towards his abdomen. His swollen balls convulsed
and cum jetted up into the deepest parts of Cherry's womb. Before long
his seed was leaking out of her as gob after gob left his balls and
entered her. They could both feel the flash of heat they had been told
to expect as the bonding process started, though neither of them had thought
it would be quite so intense. "Oh, god, fuck, can you feel it Derick?"
He seemed quite incapable of replying.

They remained locked together as their bodies released a storm of pent
up chemicals, finally beginning the long delayed transformations that
Derick's cum had triggered. After several long minutes, Cherry rolled
off of him and lay back on the bed, "wow, I'm getting really hungry
already."

"Good thing I got a bunch of groceries this morning. Let me go get
started on something for you," he knew she would be pretty consumed
with hunger for the first few days after they bonded, and keeping
her well fed was important to prevent her body from damaging itself
as it sought one last growth spurt.

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Cherry was glad she had thought ahead and brought some bigger clothes,
but she clearly hadn't anticipated growing quite as much as she actually
did. The only pants she had that fit were the green yoga pants that were
stretched so tightly over her dump truck ass that they verged on translucency.
She had outgrown her largest bra the second day after bonding, so her
breasts jostled freely beneath the baggy XL t-shirt she wore. She had
knotted it at her waist to give her figure some more definition (not that
it really needed the help). Cherry had been in a gluttonous haze for the
last week, hardly thinking about anything besides food as her ravenous
body demanded ever more to fuel its growth. They had been buying what
seemed like a weeks worth of food every day. She had shot up to 6'2",
growing four inches when most women either didn't grow at all or grew
less than half an inch during their bonding. She hadn't just, or even
mostly grown upwards though. Her hips and ass had blown up, and while
she hadn't yet had the time to be measured she was sure she would need
something on the larger end of a 4F or maybe even 5F bra.

Looking in the mirror, she thought about putting on some makeup, but
her bonding growth had shifted her facial features subtly a bit, and
her new natural face looked better than anything she had been able to
achieve with makeup before bonding Derick. She wasn't confident in her
ability to improve things given her slightly unfamiliar features
and she didn't have the time to experiment, so she decided to just
put on some sunscreen and head out.

"You ready?" Derick looked up from where he was sitting on the couch.

As was often the case when she first showed up in his field of view,
he took a moment to fight through his distraction to answer her,
"yeah, let's go."

"Great," she slipped into the flip-flops which were her only shoes
which still fit and headed for the door.

Derick got up and followed. His eyes tracked the sway of Cherry's
wide hips as he trailed after her to the car. She had adjusted the
hypnotic compulsion she implanted in him that allowed him to function
around her a few times after her increasing beauty rendered her first
attempt ineffective. She had finally settled on a compulsion that
made him visualize his desire for her as a pool of hot lava which
took up as much of his attention as it could without disrupting his
ability to function normally. The pool ebbed and surged based on the
cognitive demands of whatever task he was doing. He used to find it
irritating to clean up dishes or do some other menial task without
listening to music or a podcast, feeling as if he had extra mental
capacity that was sitting unused. Now when working on something like
that, the pool of desire in his mind expanded to gobble up his spare
cycles, giving him the experience of basking in the warm radiance of
his bonded mate. The walk to the car didn't require much thought, so
his desire expanded to the point where almost all of his attention
was gobbled up by the swell of Cherry's ass in her overstretched
yoga pants and the way her huge udders were clearly visible from
behind despite her arms hanging by her sides.

"You want me to drive?"

"I think it's probably better if I do. I want to take a few more days
to make sure my latest tweaks are working right,"

"You could just make me fully focus," he pointed out. She could use
the 'focus completely for Cherry' trigger to completely suppress his
pool of desire.

"Yeah, but where's the fun in that?" she grinned, "come on, let me
drive you and you can sit back and appreciate the view."

Derick melted, "yes Mistress."

"I told you you don't need to call me that," Cherry reminded him.

"Right, yeah, sorry, it's just hard-"

Cherry's nipples stiffened against her shirt, "ssshhhhh, I know. It's
hard to remember." She strutted over to him and pressed her body against
his. He had only grown an inch since their bonding, so she still towered
five inches above him and she strategically shoved her boobs up to pile
against the top of his chest and press up against the underside of his
chin, "especially when you're looking at all this."

"God Cherry, are you trying to break my conditioning again?"

She giggled, "well, I need to put it through its paces don't I."
She leaned down to nibble his ear, "we have to test it thoroughly."

"As much as I want to go back inside and see where this goes, we
should really explore the town. We don't want to just spend our
whole vacation in the bungalow."

She sighed, "you're right. Of course, you're right. I guess I'm just
not sexy enough to be worth it. I suppose I'll just have to," she
paused for a dramatic sniffle, "try harder."

"Please don't."

She released him and threw a hand against her forehead, "after this
devastating rejection, how can I do anything else?"

Derick took the opportunity to skirt around the car and get in on
the passengers side. Cherry settled into the driver's seat. "Now
as much as I want to see that lighthouse, I think our first order
of business is to get some new clothes."

"Yeah, good idea,"

"Great, so you'll come with me while I get measured for a new bra?"

"Oh god,"

She giggled and pulled out.

======================================================================

A bell dinged as Cherry swept into a boutique lingerie shop off of
the small seaside town's main boardwalk with Derick trailing after
her. There were already several customers in the shop, and the
saleslady was in conversation with a slim blond woman looking at
some of the merchandise. When she saw Cherry though, she immediately
broke off and came over to the voluptuous Asian woman who had just
entered her store, "Hi, welcome to Ginny's Bras. Can I help you with
anything Mistress?"

"Weren't you just helping her?" Cherry gestured to the blond who had
been left hanging.

"Oh, I can get back to her later. I'm sure she doesn't mind waiting
for you." The saleslady smiled deferentially.

To Cherry's surprise the blond nodded enthusiastically, "yeah, yeah,
I don't mind. Go ahead."

"Are you sure? I might take a while." Cherry offered. She felt guilty
about how, well, servile, her presence was making these women, but
at the same time it brought heat to her loins. She thought about
suppressing her pheromones, but then decided not to. After bonding
with Derick her pheromone production had ramped up to the point
where it became very uncomfortable to suppress them fully for longer than
about fifteen minutes. Discomfort from suppressing pheromones was
generally indicative of very powerful pheromones that punched significantly
above their weight, and in all the cases Cherry had been able to find
online women who complained of the problem could hold their pheromones
in for an hour or more. Getting comfortable with her new body was going
to have to involve accepting the effects of her feminine dominance on
people graciously.

"No, no, don't worry. I don't mind, Mistress," the blond answered.

"Thank you,"

"Now, what are you looking for today," the saleslady asked.

"I've just bonded, so none of my underwear fits, so I'm looking
for a bunch of new stuff. Maybe four or five bras and a similar
number of bottoms. It would be nice to get something I can wear
today, but I don't know if you have anything in my size. Do you
do custom work?"

"We do. Why don't we get you measured and then we can discuss
options," the saleslady ushered Cherry towards the back of the
store and lead her into a measuring room.

"You ready?" Cherry asked, pulling her baggy t-shirt over
her head to expose her massive breasts. The saleslady's face
went slack as she stared in awe at Cherry's perfect mounds.
When she didn't respond for a few seconds, Cherry came to
a realization, "Are you? Holy shit, are you titnotized just
from me taking my top off?"

"Yes, Mistress," the saleslady droned. It was evident from
her voice that she was in a trance.

Cherry bit her lip. Her ability to use her biological advantages
to ensnare the minds of men had always been bound up in a complex
mix of dark sexuality and guilt due to her politics as a supporter
of mens liberation, but to have done the same to a woman, a person
capable of hypnotizing and enslaving men in her own right, somehow
made the guilt seem less relevant. "Wow, ok, umm, didn't plan for
this. Ok, let's see. When I snap my fingers, you'll come out of
your trance and do your best job to measure me and help me pick
out some sexy lingerie. You got that?"

"Yes, Mistress,"

"Great," Cherry snapped her fingers.

The saleslady proceeded to measure her quite professionally, though
she did experience a setback when she realized that her 60 inch
measuring tape did not go all the way around Cherry's bust or
butt. She managed to improvise a solution with a ruler and found
that both were 64 inches around. With an under-bust of 36 inches,
that meant Cherry would need a 5F-C cup. "Do you have any of those
in stock?" Cherry asked, already knowing the answer.

"Ummm, I'm sorry Mistress, we don't. I've never even made a custom
bra in the 5F range."

"Will you have any trouble with it?"

"No, no, Mistress, no trouble."

"Ok, hold on, before I start looking at designs, measure my waist.
I'm curious." She only noticed after she spoke that she had phrased
it as a command rather than a request.

"Of course Mistress, let's see," the saleslady wrapped her tape around
Cherry's narrow waist, but found she was unable to see past her busty
customer's chest to take the reading. She found she had to crouch down
to find the number, "32 inches."

Cherry whistled, "that's only half my butt measurement. No wonder my
ass looks so big. Ok, show me what you got in terms of designs."

"Most of what we have is out on the floor, but since it is custom
work you can modify it however you want."

"Ok, let's head back out. I can browse for a bit."

The saleslady nodded and followed Cherry back out after the larger woman
put her shirt back on and went back to the front of the store. Cherry
had been intending to browse alone, but the saleslady trailed behind
her like a puppy the whole time, offering information about any bit
of clothing she took an interest in.

"Derick, come over here. Which color do you like better?" Cherry held
up a red and a green bra.

"Definitely the green. That red would look too good on you. It would be
unfair."

Cherry giggled, "I'm definitely getting something in this red then. Maybe
two things." She handed the red bra to the saleslady.

Eventually, Cherry had decided on six different sets of lingerie that
she wanted. She tried to be quick, knowing that there were other customers
waiting, but a part of her kind of enjoyed making the other, lesser women
wait for her.

"Ok, what do I owe you? When do you think this will be ready?"

"Oh, this is all on the house. I wouldn't dream of charging you Mistress,"

Cherry had been enjoying the buzz she got from her body's effects on the
strangers in the shop, but that was a step too far. "Well, I'm paying."

"But Mistress-"

"Abubp, no. I'm paying a fair price for these clothes. I'm not going to
take advantage of you."

"S-sorry Mistress, I didn't mean to presume or- or imply-"

"It's fine. It was a lovely offer, but just not one I can take you up on
in good conscience. Now, what do I owe you."

"$500"

Cherry cocked an eyebrow, "is that what you would charge someone who
isn't me?"

"No, I'd probably charge more like $1300 for a custom order this big
and difficult," the saleslady mumbled, eyes downcast in shame.

"Ok, well then that's what I'm paying."

"Yes Mistress,"

"Great, when can I pick them up,"

"I can have two sets done for you later today and the rest by tomorrow,"
the saleslady replied immediately.

Cherry guessed that she was probably jumping someone in line with that
aggressive of a schedule, but she didn't really want to press more,
and she really did need more underwear quickly.

After she paid, she and Derick headed back out onto the boardwalk.

"That was really hot," Derick said as soon as they were away.

"What was?"

"The way the other women in the shop, just, well, kinda folded."

She looked at him out of the side of her eyes, "I thought you might
find it a little gross, like I was taking advance of the tyranny
of biology."

"I mean, I guess, yeah, like theoretically. I know as a good mens
liber I'm supposed to be worried about how extra dominant women
can dominate other women the same way they do men, but the truth
is I don't think many people take that side of things all that
seriously and it's kinda hard to feel it in my bones. Maybe
I'm just being misogynist, but I kinda felt good seeing women
get a taste of their own medicine. I dunno, am I horrible for
saying that?"

She looked out at the ocean, "yeah, I mean a little, but also,
I totally get what you mean."

"The fact that it's you also, I mean, I know you're not a bad
person. I mean look how you just left almost a grand sitting on
the table, makes it not so scary. It's like, I dunno, like
I've been afraid of women my whole life right?" He stopped
and turned to face the sea, resting his forearms on the weathered
wood of the railing.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Cherry settled on the railing next to
him.

"Well, just now I saw the people I've always been afraid of
getting totally dominated by the most amazing woman I've
ever known, and it was like-"

"really hot?" she asked with a giggle.

"Well, yeah, but I was gonna say it was like all that fear
is gone now. I know they can't hurt me 'cause you'll protect
me. It's like- the thing I've been afraid of all my life,
bonding, well, it's happened, and I suddenly feel safer
than ever, better than ever."

Cherry turned and pulled him into a hug. "Oh Derick. You
have no idea how good that makes me feel to hear." She
laid her cheek against his forehead and fought back
some unbidden tears that almost, but didn't quite
manage to spill out of her eyes at the sudden emotion
of the moment.

They stayed like that for a while before Cherry pulled
back and kissed him, "now come on, we've got more shopping
to do."

They continued wandering down the boardwalk until they came
to a shop with sundresses in the window. They headed inside
and Cherry bought a flowing green number with a narrow but
deep V neckline and a multi-layered skirt. They were the
only customers, so they didn't get to see if the salesman would
have dropped other customers to help the curvaceous beauty
in his shop, but based on the way the guy was acting Derick
guessed that he would have.

The next shop Cherry entered was focused on beachwear. There
were several customers already in the shop, though none
getting actively helped by the sales staff. Cherry waived off
an offer to help, preferring to browse. None of the bathing
suites on display were going to fit her properly, but Cherry
figured that would be fine if she found a bikini with long
enough straps.

"Babe, come into the changing room with me to help me try this
on," she said, holding up a bikini that looked far too small
to get the job done. "I bet you'll like me in gold."

"You really think that will fit?"

"Only one way to find out!" she winked at him.

Cherry smirked at the way Derick stared when she stripped down.
She wanted to grab him and start making out. Given the way everyone
had been looking at her, she knew none of them would dare say or
do anything to stop her. With an effort of will, she pulled the
thong bikini bottoms up over her thick thighs and bulging ass.
Her butt cheeks swallowed up the cloth completely. Really
the only thing preserving her modesty was a tiny strip of fabric
that covered her shaven pussy.

"What do you think babe?" she turned this way and that, showing off
her incredible ass for Derick from every angle.

"You look, I mean, you're a goddess Cherry," he said in audible awe.

She giggled, "I know, but what about the bathing suit?"

"It look, yeah, I mean obviously it looks good. You're not even wearing
the top yet though."

"Oh, was I supposed to wear a top? I thought I could just go to the
beach like this." She gave him an impish grin, but then she pulled
the top on. "Tie me up?" she turned to present her back to him.
When Derick finished tying the shiny gold thongs Cherry spun around
and adjusted the tiny gold triangles to center on her nipples. "How
do I look?"

"Dangerous."

She grinned, "I think we've found a winner. Help me change back?"

======================================================================

Cherry could feel dozens of eyes on her as she strutted onto the
beach with Derick trailing after her. The tiny gold bikini they had
just bought put her overwhelming femininity on full display, and
based on the reaction from the other beach goers, the sight of the
voluptuous woman in her skimpy bathing suit was hypnotic. She
knew Derick wouldn't have been able to handle it if she hadn't
ordered him to be able to function around her.

// They go to the beach and Cherry accidentally hypnotizes a bunch
// of people.


// Cherry gets promoted to VP

// Cherry's boss asks her to lead a M&A deal













The flight back from their vacation was a lot more cramped than
the flight out had been. Cherry's widened hips and bulging ass
filled her seat to overflowing, and Derick, who had finally
hit his stride in terms of growth, had just as much trouble
fitting in place. At least they were sitting next to one another
so they could raise the arm rest between their chairs and get
a bit more space that way.

Once they touched down, they went back to Cherry's apartment.

// They get back to the city and move into Cherry's apartment.
// Derick is now taller than her, but still has plenty of
// growing to do. Cherry proposes to Derick.


