
"Hey Kira, thanks for meeting with me," Alan-ru said. All three of his
bodies were there, which was a bit strange. Normally Alan kept his bodies
separate both so he could multitask and to avoid unsettling people with
the synchronized motion only a hive mind could generate. All three of
his bodies looked disheveled and a bit wild-eyed, which was quite unusual
for the handsome psychic triplets. Normally Alan seemed to glide through
life with effortless charm.

"Yeah, of course, you said it was time sensitive?" Kira gave him a questioning
look.

"Yeah, yeah, it's pretty-" "-urgent-" "-sorry if I seemed pushy." Alan-mu
started talking, but he handed the sentence off to Alan-ru then Alan-chu
partway through. It was a sign that Alan was quite distressed. Normally
he avoided handing off sentences or speaking with a triple voice.

"No, no, don't worry about that, I can tell it's really eating at you,"
Kira patted Alan-chu's hand, trying to project sympathy. "What is it?"

"Well, I've developed a- well, a condition. A psychic condition. It's
very rare. It only effects psychics with a very strong psychic touch,
and you probably know that psychic twins are more prone to psychic
conditions in in general. Well us triplets are even more prone."
Alan-mu spoke.

"Oh Alan, that's horrible. Is there anything they can do? What's the condition?"

"It's called gastro-psychic hypersensitivity and it basically means that my
mind is assimilating the psychic essence of any food that I eat. Since every
food has a different essence, they kind of fight in my subconscious and if it
goes on for long enough I'll go insane. Since there's three of me, it'll happen
three times as fast as it would for a non-hive." Alan-chu explained.

Kira felt like there was a heavy lump in her stomach. The idea of her friend
going insane was horrifying. "And can they treat it?"

"There's only one thing they know that works. Basically, I have to eat only one
food that has a strong psychic essence, the stronger the better. That essence
will dominate any other essences that work their way into my mind and prevent
the sort of clash that would drive me insane. The problem is that it will also
dominate my essence."

"So you'll get to keep your sanity, but you'll wind up a mind-controlled slave
to the source of the essence. Is there any way to have the source be something
that wouldn't abuse that?" Kira had a layman's understanding of psyonics, but
wasn't sure such a thing was possible.

"Unfortunately, psychic essences need to come from minds in order to be strong,
so it has to come from a mind. Actually, to be strong enough it has to come from
a human mind. That's actually, um, well that's actually why I wanted to talk
to you. The only food that meets these requirements is human, ummm, human milk.
I guess human flesh would work, but eww, and also it would run out." Alan-ru
said.

"So you're, umm," Kira reddened as she realized the implications of what Alan
was saying. She had been starting to wonder why he was coming to her with this
problem. They were friends, but not all that close. Now, she realized why he
might be asking her. Kira was a big girl. At 5'10" she was pretty tall, but
she was also quite thick. Her thighs rubbed together when she walked and her
ass barely fit in lecture-hall seats. Though she had a pretty thick waist and
hefty gut, her wide hips and large breasts meant she still had an hourglass
figure. Actually, her figure was probably more accurately described as pear
shaped, since though she wore a 38F-cup her huge ass was big enough to make
her large breasts look small by comparison. "so you're um asking me to-"

"Yeah, only if you want to. I mean, obviously I wouldn't want you to do anything
you don't want to. Sorry, I know it's a lot."

"Why me?" It must have been terrifying for him to have to choose someone who
would gain total control over his life.

Alan-mu responded, "Well, a few reasons. First, you're a nice person and I
think I can trust you." The truth was that he was a bit worried about
asking Kira. He didn't know her all that well, but when they had hung
out in groups he had noticed she had a tendency to have strong
opinions about group activities. She could be pretty forceful in expressing
those opinions. More often than not groups involving Kira wound up doing what
she wanted. Still, it wasn't like he had any other options. There really
were not that many girls her size on the campus of an elite school, since
most people in their social class were thin. He had asked his doctors if
there was some sort of matching program, but his affliction was rare enough
that there wasn't. "Second, well, my doctors told me that since there are three of me,
and none of me are exactly small, I would need to find someone big enough to
handle the treatment. Frankly, I don't know that many girls that could handle
it. Not-not that I'm saying, I mean-"

"Relax Alan, I know what you mean. Maybe it's a good thing I could never quite
follow through on a diet."

"Ok, well, I'll give you some time to think about it. I know this is a lot to
drop on you all at once. It's way more than is reasonable to ask of you, of anyone
really. If you-"

"I'll do it." Kira cut him off. Her decisiveness woke something in him, and
he could feel all three of his dicks slowly stiffen into semi-chubs. Alan
had always found bossy women darkly attractive, and as much as Kira's
dominant personality was cause for concern for his rational side, his
id was much less hesitant.

"What?"

"I'll do it. I'm not gonna watch you go insane."

"Are you sure? This is a big step." Alan asked.

"Of course I'm sure. I do have some more questions, but yeah I'll do it."

"Ok, what are your questions?"

She pondered for a bit, "well I guess my main one is what happens when I die?"
Psychics as strong as Alan were biologically immortal, only dying violently.
It meant he was quite likely to outlive her.

"Oh, well if we establish a psychic bond as strong as the one we are gonna have,
you'll gain access to my psychic essence, giving you powers including a healing
factor, so I wouldn't worry about that too much."

"Oh, wow, that's convenient." *He's offering to become my mind-slave and make
me immortal and he thinks I'd turn him down?* Kira's nipples stiffened at
the thought. Maybe Alan didn't know her that well.

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

"This is going to hurt a bit. If the pain becomes too much, just let me know and
we can stop. The good thing is that it will be pretty fast, then we can knock you
out," the lead psychic surgeon explained to Kira. She was lying naked on
the operating table surrounded by psychic surgeons. Psychics surgery was extremely
expensive, generally only the richest could afford it. It was so expensive that normal
health insurance didn't cover it. Fortunately for Alan, the government didn't want
to lose a resource as valuable as him, so they were footing the bill.

"Ok," Kira nodded and gripped the edges of the table. She had to be awake so they
could make a connection to her mind.

The surgeons injected her with a silvery concoction all over her body. Her breasts
got the largest dose, but needles jabbed into her all along her belly, arms and legs.
They had some tiny syringes for her face. Once they were done injecting the front side
of her body, they asked her to flip over and did the same thing on the back side.

"Alright Kira, why don't you get comfortable," the head surgeon held out a thick
leather strap to her, "you'll want to bite down on this."

With no small amount of trepidation, Kira clamped the leather between her teeth
and resumed her death-grip on the side of the table.

"Ok a bit of a burning sensation in one, two-" Kira's world became fire before he
got to three. Her jaw clenched and a pained groan escaped past the leather strap.
An inferno of pain raged in each of her breasts, but the agony was not confined
there. Her whole body screamed out in anguish. When the mage surgeon had explained
that the process was fast enough that it would be easy enough to make other changes
at the same time, taking advantage of the free world class plastic surgery had seemed
like a good idea. Kira knew she had certain appeal to a subset of guys, but she saw
no reason to pass up on the opportunity to look like a super hot nepo-baby given
the chance. Now, faced with the cost of that decision, she found herself regretting it.
Sweat covered her naked body. Her back arched and fingers dug into the side of the
table. She could feel a multitude of minds pushing roughly through her own to take
control of the serum in her body and reshape it. She wanted desperately to beg them
to stop, but knew it would mean leaving their work unfinished. Grimly, she held on.
She knew most people who went through this did a series of sessions to manage the
pain, but that was both very expensive and not fast enough for Kira and Alan's
purposes.

Finally, after what felt far longer than the fifteen minutes it really took, the
invasive minds withdrew and someone pulled the strap from Kira's senseless lips.
Something cold was injected into her arm, and the within moments pain was swept away
as her conciousness faded.

Kira woke in a thin hospital gown. "How are you feeling dear?" A nurse asked.

"A bit tingly, but ok,"

"Excellent, you can step in there to get dressed and then we'll get you checked
out," the nurse gestured to a door.

Kira pivoted to place her feet on the floor and stood. She expected to be a bit
unsteady, but instead her legs felt powerful and graceful. The motion drew her
attention to the way her weight had shifted. Her gut was gone and her legs felt
lighter as the fat from her calves and thighs had been moved or converted to
muscle. Her arms were firm and slimmer than she was used to with enough muscle
definition that her biceps were visible without flexing. Of course the biggest
change was the fact that her breasts had blown up to a massive size. Each was
easily bigger than her head and she could feel the mass of them as she moved.
Despite their heavy weight, her new musculature carried them easily enough.
Her hands came up to cup her swollen bosom to learn the new shape of her body,
then dropped down to feel a waist that felt impossibly tiny. She could feel
a faint six-pack as she ran her fingers over her hard stomach. *Holy shit,
this is incredible.* No wonder the children of billionaires were always so hot.

She walked over to the changing room, picking up her bag from where she
saw someone had left it by the foot of the bed. There was a mirror in the
changing room and when she caught sight of her face she gasped in shock.
She was still recognizably herself, but her bone structure had been
subtly shifted, baby fat had been stripped away, her eyes had been
widened and made a brighter green, her lips had plumped up, her skin had
been made as flawless as glass, and the overall symmetry of her face had
become perfect. There was nothing tacky or overdone about her new face,
but the overall effect was one of unreasonable beauty. The surgeon had
done his job well, her face was easily a perfect 10.

After staring at her new face for what was probably too long, she shed
her gown. Pulling on a pair of her favorite maroon yoga pants, she turned
back and forth to examine herself in the changing room mirror. Her legs hadn't
actually changed in dimension all that much, so her old pants still fit
fine. Though the dimensions were much the same, it was undeniable that
her legs looked much better now. They were a couple of inches longer,
bringing her up to an even 6'. Her still-thick thighs had slimmed down
enough that her wide hips afforded her a thigh gap. All the fatty
jiggle was gone, replaced by firm muscle. Though her ass looked a lot
bigger, it was actually about the same size. Her massive ripe peach
just looked a lot bigger because it now stood in contrast with her
tight waist. On top of that the transmutation of fat into muscle had
perfected the shape of her butt.

She pulled out the biggest sports bra she had been able to find on
short notice and managed to pull it over her massive jugs with a
bit of effort. Her heavy jugs were large enough that she was showing
a few inches of cleavage despite the relatively conservative cut
of her too-small bra. She had brought a few different tops to try,
but the only one that fit was a baggy mens XXL that she didn't
like the look of. After debating with herself for a bit, she pulled
it off and headed out into the hallway.

She made her way to the hallway and headed for the front of the
clinic. Alan was sitting in the waiting room. "Hey, what do you
think?" she asked.

"K-kira?" all three of him spoke with one voice, a sure sign he
was flustered.

She giggled, "yeah, it's me."

"You changed more than I thought," Alan-ru said.

"Yeah, the doc said he could change as much as I want. It was mostly about
how much pain I wanted to deal with."

"Oh yeah, the pain, I bet it hurt. I'm really sorry about that Kira."

"Yeah it hurt, quite a bit actually, but if your reaction is anything to go
on I'd say it was worth it."

Alan felt blood slowly inflating all three of his dicks. "It does look good."

Kira smiled at him, "thanks! Now let's go back to campus. I'm starving and I
bet you are too." Alan had been fasting for three days now, only drinking
a little distilled water.

"Yeah, you have no idea."

"I'll bet, you poor thing."

They headed out to Alan's and Alan-mu took the wheel. Kira took shotgun, so
his other two bodies got in the back. Before they had even hit the highway,
Kira said, "hold on, I'm really hungry, let's hit a drive through."
Alan wanted Kira digesting food as soon as possible so those massive jugs of
hers could fill with milk, so he was all too happy to pull into the first
fast food joint he could see.

"God, I'm so hungry. I'm about to go to town." Kira pulled her thick red locks
back as if to get ready, "ok, let's get six double cheeseburgers and three
strawberry milkshakes."

"You really think you can eat all that?"

"I dunno, but I'd rather not get too little food."

After they collected their order, Kira immediately took a big gulp of one of
her milkshakes, then pulled out a burger and took a big bite. In a shockingly
short amount of time, she was finished with her first burger and chasing it
down with more milkshake while she fished around for a second. Alan watched
in awe as the curvy redhead scarfed down all of the burgers and sucked
each of the big paper cups of ice-cream dry. "Where did you put all that?"

"Actually, I'm still a bit hungry. Let me see if there is another place
coming up," She fished around in her bag for her phone and started looking
for one. "Ok, just up here."

Alan turned off again, amazed that his friend still had room for more.
Her stomach bulged out, but not as much as he would have expected
given the quantity of food she had just gobbled down. He did see that
the gap at the top of her sports bra had widened as her heavy udders
began to swell with milk.

Kira finished a second, slightly smaller, order on the way back to Alan's
house. His one roommate wasn't home, so they had the place to themselves.
"Ok, how should we do this, I guess I can give you a glass and..." Alan-mu
trailed off as Alan-Chu and Alan-ru watched Kira pull her overtaxed sports
bra off to stand topless in the middle of his kitchen.

"That'll take too long and the pump I ordered still hasn't arrived. Come
here,"

"Are you sure- I mean-"

"Oh come on Alan, you've been staring at my tits since I came out into
the waiting room. I know you want to."

Alan gulped with three throats at once and stepped forward with two of
his bodies. In unison, they bent down to latch onto Kira's udders.
Alan gulped greedily as Kira's milk flowed into his mouths. It was
thicker than normal milk, but then that was to be expected when her
breasts had been specifically engineered to produce milk nutritious
enough to be able to sustain the body of an adult man, or actually
three such bodies. As her milk entered his bodies, her psychic essence
pushed forward to enter his mind. He could feel the warring essences
that had been plaguing him get driven off by her much stronger essence.
It was a relief to feel them get driven away, but the same powerful
force battered his own mind. Kira had no psychic talent of her own, so
her mind moved clumsily against his, but still it weighed on him.

"Wh-what's that?" Kira asked in surprise at the mental contact.

Alan-ru, the one body without its lips locked around one of her
nipples answered, "our minds are touching."

"It feels weird."

<I'm sure you'll get used to it,> he thought back to her.

<Can you hear me?> she thought back.

<Well 'hear' isn't quite the right word, but yeah.>

<This is cool. Weird, but cool.>

<I guess it is, isn't it?>

Outloud, Kira said, "Alan-ru, swap out with one of your other bodies.
I don't want a third of you going hungry."

"Yeah, good idea."

In the end, Alan was still hungry when her breasts ran dry, but Kira
could already feel her milk glands working to refill. Her stomach,
which had been bulging with food just a few minutes ago, was once more
flat and sexy.

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

"Hey Kira, how you doing?" Alan asked, opening the door to let the
tall redhead in.

"Oh, pretty good. Pretty good." Over the last week or so Kira's mental
connection to Alan had grown steadily stronger to the point where she
could sense his surface thoughts whenever they were in the same room.
Right now he was thinking that she looked incredible in the low cut
halter top she was wearing.

"That's good. You want anything to drink or eat?"

"Yeah you have any more of those cookies?"

"I did pick up a few,"

"Awesome. I love being able to eat whatever I want." Kira's calorie
hungry milk glands meant she wasn't gaining any weight despite eating
five heaping plates in a sitting when she went to the dining hall.

Alan-chu handed her the box of cookies and she pulled one out to
start munching. Without saying anything else, she headed for his
bedroom. They had only been at it a week, but already they had
fallen into a routine.

One they were in Alan's room, Kira pulled off her top and allowed
one of Alan's bodies to unhook her industrial strength bra while
the other two sat on the edge of his bed. He latched on and she
let down her milk. Her breast pump had arrived, but she still hadn't
taken it out of its box and Alan hadn't brought it up.

As always when her milk was entering Alan's bodies, Kira's essence
and mind pressed into him. There were not any other essences left
to contend with, so the milk only pressed down on Alan's mind.
He could feel Kira's mind against his moving much more skillfully
than it had just a week ago.

<what's this> Kira asked all of a sudden as she presented one of his
own memories to him. It was a memory of masturbating to the thought of
Kira.

<s-sorry Kira->

The ability to see exactly how Alan saw her, how he desired her was an
incredible thrill and confidence boost. <Why? It must be hard for you
to have a face full of big sexy tit all the time.> She reached down
and took hold of his rock hard cocks through his pants. Shifting her
hips back she wiggled them at his third body and presented the
image of him sliding her shorts and panties down to him.

<What about birth control?>

<You think I got the full psychic surgery treatment without getting
an auto-IUD> she asked, referring to a muscle that could be added
to allow a woman to control her own fertility.

Alan followed the mental instructions and found Kira already wet
and ready for him. He pressed his dick up against her entrance,
teasing her a bit and then pressed in. The sensation of her
boobs in his mouths while her tight pussy clenched around his
dick was incredible. With more mental images, she urged him to
shed his other pants and soon her hands had taken hold of
his other two dicks. "Harder," she commanded outloud. Alan obeyed,
gripping her waist and pounding away at her. Kira moaned in pleasure.
Their minds bled into one another, sharing the pleasure so that
Kira could feel Alan's pleasure and he could feel hers. Eventually,
they reached a shared climax. Kira's moans grew suddenly more urgent
as Alan convulsed in orgasm, all three sets of his balls jetting out.

After relaxing for a while in the aftermath, Kira stood up and turned
around to draw the one body she had not yet fed down to her plump
breasts. They had found that with breasts that were half-again as large
as her head when full of milk, she could feed all three of Alan's
bodies with a bit of milk to spare, so she wasn't worried about running
out.

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

For the last few days Kira has started noticing the surface thoughts and
emotions of people around her. She couldn't sense their thoughts with the
kind of near-perfect clarity that she had when it came to Alan's mind,
but her emerging psychic abilities were growing more developed practically
by the hour. Alan had explained that this would start happening once she
established total dominance over his mind. When she reached out to his
mind these days she felt no will to resist her as she looked through his
memories or asked him to do things for her. It had only taken a month of
subsisting on Kira's milk before he succumbed completely, which was much
faster than Alan's doctors had told them it would take. His three bodies
requiring more milk than a single body was one thing speeding it up, but
they had said it was more likely that Kira had a naturally dominant
personality. Kira had always been an opinionated and take-charge kind of
girl, but she hadn't really thought of herself as dominant until they
said that.

Now, standing in line for a coffee at Starbucks, Kira could feel the desire
and interest of those around her. She knew a six foot tall redhead with
breasts bigger than 1-gallon milk jugs and an ass twice as wide as her waist
in green yoga pants and an overstretched sports bra was bound to draw attention,
but her emerging psychic abilities told her just how much. No one was staring,
but everyone in the room was very aware of her presence. She could feel lust
emanating from all the men in the room, plus one of the girls working behind
the counter. Most of the other girls and women regarded her with a mix of
jealously and judgement, though a few were just impressed without any of
their own insecurities getting in the way.

She could feel a particularly lustful mind directly behind her, and when
she focused on it she realized that the man behind her in line was
staring at her ass while he pretended to look at his phone. The guy
had sprung a stiffy soon after he walked in and took up a position
behind her and her presence was enough to keep him aroused. It was
thrilling to be able to see herself from other people's perspective,
especially when they were as obviously overwhelmed by her sex appeal
as this guy was. By this point, she had gotten used to the way Alan
saw her as a sexy, dominant fertility goddess, but to witness a similar
reaction in a stranger who she had never taken to bed was new. Some girls
might have found the naked male lust offputting or intimidating, but Kira
reveled in it.

She noticed a fantasy about her shaking her big ass in his face forming
in the guy's mind and she tried pressing on the nascent thought the way
she could shape Alan's thoughts. She hadn't really expected it to work
since mind control was the rarest of psychic talents and Alan didn't
have any knack for it, but to her surprise she was able to take control
of the guy's fantasy. Under her direction it morphed from a fantasy about
her twerking to one where she was pinning him to the ground with her
ass, her heavy cheeks pressing his head and shoulders into the ground
while she made fun of him for not being able to get up. She noticed
some confusion from the guy at this, since he didn't normally have
fantasies about a woman dominating him like that. She could feel her
grip on the fantasy slipping a bit, but was able to stop the slide
by making the guy realize that while he might like to be in charge
with normal women, the big flame-haired girl in front of him was
built to control men with her massive ass. She smirked at the embarrassment
he felt at the fantasies that for all he knew came from within. She
soon had to intervene less and less to keep the fantasies going, and
by the time she got to the head of the line to place her large order
he was imagining getting down on his knees to kiss her boots all on
his own.

When she finished ordering several breakfast sandwiches and a large latte,
she decided to try something and pushed the idea of paying for her on
the guy. A moment later he said, "hold on, can you group her order with
mine," to the cashier.

"Thanks, that was really nice of you!" Kira said after he had finished
placing his order.

"You're, umm, you're welcome," he said.

They didn't exchange any more words as they waited for the food to come
out. When Kira collected her food and walked out of the shop, she could
still feel his fantasies about getting dominated by her swirling in
his mind as she left.

Kira resolved to interrogate Alan about the event when she fed him
dinner later. She could have reached out to him telepathically, but
it took effort to reach out over such a distance and she would
rather save such a high bandwidth conversation for when they were
closer.

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

Kira woke up horny and ordered Alan-ru to crawl down between her legs.
Her mental command was more a set of physical instructions than a linguistic
thought. She wasn't quite using his body like a puppet, but she was more
intimately involved in the placement of his limbs than she had been when
she first learned to dominate him. Alan's will was now almost totally
absent, having been completely crushed by Kira's for some time now.
She brought Alan-mu and Alan-chu over to start relieving the pressure
which had built up in her breasts. As they gulped, she could feel her
essence flowing into Alan's mind and wearing away at his own psychic
core. That core had been growing weaker and weaker ever time Kira fed
him.

She laced her fingers through Alan-ru's hair and mashed his face harder
into her pussy. She had learned a lot about her new psychic abilities in
the three months since she had made that guy pay for her order in starbucks.
She didn't have the same powers as Alan, which had confused her at first,
but he had explained why, or rather she had pulled the information from his
mind. Psychic abilities were the result of a powerful psychic core, but
the particular abilities depended on the personality of the person. Alan's
curiosity was likely why he had such a strong ability to read impressions
from objects by touching them. His powerful ability to manifest crystals
in various different shapes was likely due to his excellent visual reasoning
skills. It was harder to say what lead to his more minor powers.

In contrast to Alan, Kira was telekinetic, could physically enhance her
strength and her telepathy was much stronger than his. She couldn't manifest
crystals or use a psychic touch at all, but her healing factor was more vigorous.
Her strongest ability was mind-control though. The big redhead had always
been able to bend people to her will through force of personality,
and evidently when psychically empowered that manifested as the very
rare ability to mind control. It wasn't a minor ability either.
All the mind controllers Kira had read about online took days or
weeks to influence their targets, but she could start pushing people's
thoughts around as soon as she met them. It did take her about as long as
the controllers she had read about if they weren't thinking about her, but
so long as their thoughts were focused on Kira, she could grab hold of
them.

As Alan gulped down her milk, Kira focused on the interplay between their
minds. She had discovered that nothing elevated her pleasure quite like
feeling just how easy it was to reach her mental fingers deep into
Alan's subconscious. Any guilt she had felt about it at first had long
since faded away, since she could see just how much Alan loved getting
sexually dominated by her. His sexually submissive tendencies had been
there all along, just waiting for her to unwrap like a present on
Christmas morning.

This time as her mind pinned his down, she noticed something she never
had before. Their psychic cores were connected, as they had been ever
since she fully dominated his mind. Alan's core was massive and brimming
with power compared with her much smaller core, but she was able to tap
into his power and use it. Now she noticed that his core was flowing ever
so slowly into hers. His core was so large that there didn't appear to be
any change in size, but after watching for a few moments she realized her
core was swelling ever so slowly, like a tick draining a much larger host.
At the realization of what was happening, her pussy clenched and her powerful
thighs clamped Alan-ru's head. As she came, she urged the process faster
and to her delight it did speed up, though not by much. *I'm not just tapping
into his power, I'm actually stealing it,* she realized. She had never heard
of such a thing and a quick check of Alan's memories was enough to confirm
that he hadn't either.

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

Kira walked through the quad in a short pleated skirt that only just
covered her ass and a cropped U-neck cut low enough to show off
six inches of cleavage or so. A boy walking behind her was struggling
to keep his eyes off the sway of her wide hips as he imagined what
it would be like if she sat on him, pinning his chest to the ground
with her plush ass. A girl watched her from across the quad with a
mixture of judgment and jealousy that had started to turn into a confused
hornyness even before Kira nudged it in that direction.

All of a sudden her attention shifted to focus nearly completely on what she
was doing with Alan-mu in the library. She'd been taking advantage of the
multi-tasking abilities of a hive mind to try to figure out how she was
sucking Alan's psychic core into her own, by reading up on rare psychic powers
with Alan-mu. Some instinct told her that she shouldn't go directly to Dr.
Brown, the doctor who had been advising them about the treatment, with the
news. The ability to steal someone's psychic core was incredibly powerful,
and if she hadn't heard of it, she wondered if that was on purpose.

Now, she had found a book which described a young psychic who had risen in
power in renaissance Italy using mind control. He had apparently possessed
the ability to slowly drain the cores of his victims once he had thoroughly
dominated them. She skimmed eagerly forward with Alan-mu to try to figure
out what had become of him. It seemed that a group of French and German
psychics were alerted to the nature of his rare power by a Chinese psychic
living in Paris and struck him down before his power could grow to great.
The text was frustratingly vague about what the group had done afterwards,
but it at least seemed possible that it had never disbanded. She would
have to go back and read it more thoroughly to see if there were hints
that she had missed in her first quick pass, but she was already glad
she had decided to keep her strange ability a secret. If they hadn't
disbanded, there was a strong possibility they were still out there
looking for people like her.

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

// TODO: rework this scene so Alan is eating because his mind has been
//       completely consumed

Kira headed out the door with Alan's bodies trailing after her. The spark
of his will had been smothered so thoroughly that it took her long minutes
of concentration to find it these days. For all intents and purposes, she
had become a hive mind with four bodies. Her total control over Alan
had been fun at first, but it had soured ok Kira as his mind and will got
so flattened that he ceased to really be a person. She wasn't dominating
him anymore. There wasn't even anyone to dominate. Hopefully today would
be the start of fixing that.

After a ten minute walk, they entered Vinny's, the second best pizza joint
near campus. They were frequent customers, and the guy working the register
recognized them, or rather recognized Kira, "You want the usual Kira?" Since
gaining the ability to read minds, Kira has noticed that a lot of people
remembered her. The lusty thoughts she could sense in George's mind were
a pretty typical male reaction to the sight of her. As she walked closer
to him she observed a fantasy developing in his mind where he was got down
on all fours to create a human stool for her to sit on while she ate. When
he had first seen her, his natural inclination had been to fantasize about
bending her over the table and taking her roughly from behind, but with a
few nudges his desires had taken on a more submissive cast. As she had slowly
made Alan's psychic core her own, she had noticed she had to spend less and
less effort to warp the fantasizes of guys like George as her telepathic
powers expanded to include a passive psychic aura. More common than full
mind control, psychic auras could induce all sorts of emotions and feelings
in people and were harder to resist since they were passive effects not
generally under the control of the bearer. In Kira's case it seemed her
aura made people sexually submissive towards her.

"Actually, George, we're feeling hungry. Why don't you make it four instead of two?"

"Three large meat lovers, coming right up," he said with a smile.

"Thanks!" Kira turned around and sauntered to the table, smirking to herself
at the way George couldn't help but stare at the flawless ass her yoga pants
put on display.

Kira scrolled through her phone while she waited for the food to come out.
It wasn't as if she could talk to Alan. Alan was her for all intents and
purposes.

When the pizza came out, she took a slice with each of her four bodies.
It had been more than a year since anything but her milk had passed the
lips of Alan's bodies. His psychic core had just dwindled small enough
that he could no longer be afflicted with gastro-psychic hypersensitivity,
so today was the day to break his diet. With Alan's bodies, she took
a bite of pizza. There was no immediate change apparent, but Kira knew
that with time, the new diet for Alan's bodies would allow his will and
mind to recover.

She dug into her own pizza with gusto. As always, she was able to pack
away a huge amount of food, as the modifications to her breasts from
the psychic surgery ensured that most of it would get converted to milk
soon enough. *I'm going to have to find a new use for my milk,* she
thought to herself. *Maybe I can donate it or something? If not, it'll
probably wind up going down the drain.*

Behind the counter, George tried not to stare at Kira as she ate, but
his surface thoughts made it clear exactly where his attention was.
Whenever Kira came into his shop and ate enough food for four or more
people all on her own, he couldn't help but marvel at the contrast between
the curvaceous vixen's tight waist and the huge quantities of food she
put away. Sure, Kira was a big girl, as evidenced by the way her dump
truck ass had swallowed up the stool she was sitting on, but George had
seen her come in in leggings and a sports bra enough to know she had a
faint six pack and noticeable biceps when her arms were bare. He figured
she had to work out a ton to be able to eat as much as she did. The
thought had him wondering if she was stronger than him, and concluding
that she probably was, which soon lead to a fantasy about her pinning
him to the floor, holding his arms to the ground and smothering him
with her cleavage while he struggled to get up and gasped for air.

Kira's nipples stiffened at George's fantasies and she wondered if she
should make them come true. Looking at Alan's still mindless bodies,
she decided that now wasn't the right time for it.

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

// TODO: rework this to account for her aura. Have her break up with him
//       instead.


Alan-chu went downstairs while Alan-ru and Alan-mu started getting
dressed. The psychic triplet hive mind was feeling more like himself
than he had since he had first started subsisting on Kira's milk.
His psychic core was much diminished, to the point where he barely
felt the echo of the ore that had been used to make the doorknobs
as he opened his bedroom door. His mind was mostly his own though, at least
he thought it was. Kira was a powerful enough mind controller that she
could be making him believe whatever she wanted. Of course her aura
was still present, making all his fantasies twist towards getting dominated
by the sexy redhead. Maybe that was why she had been so willing to
release him from his more intense bondage. Though his mind was freer
now, he was still Kira's plaything whenever she wanted him.

When Alan-chu walked into the kitchen, he saw Kira sitting at the kitchen
table in an undersized t-shirt and panties. Her massive ass pressed up against
the wooden spokes that formed the back of her chair and spilled over the
edges, swallowing it up. Though she was facing away from him, he could see
the edges of the watermelon sized udders which had easily fed all three of his bodies
until recently. Her flame red hair tumbled down her back in thick waves that
reached just above her ass. The sight of the gorgeous girl who had so
recently owned him so completely sent a surge of blood to his dicks.

"You want me to make you some breakfast?" Kira asked without turning around.
Alan realized that she was cooking with her telekinesis while she typed
away at some schoolwork. She seemed to have retained her talent for multitasking
even after their minds had separated.

"Umm, yeah, sure," Kira was a good cook, and if past experience was anything to
go off of, the fried rice it looked like she was cooking would be tasty. Despite
that, it was the voluptuous redhead's full breasts that Alan thought of when
she offered him breakfast.

"Now that you're not so penetrated by my psychic essence, you don't have to
eat normal food anymore you know. Remember what Dr. Brown said?"

"Ummmm, w-what?" Alan asked in sudden surprise.

Kira laughed and got up, turning to face him. The dents in her t-shirt made it
clear she wasn't wearing a bra. "Oh come on Alan, I know exactly how you think.
I was inside that head of yours for a year, and your surface thoughts are pretty
clear about what you really want now," Alan could only gulp as she stalked closer
to him, "we both know you've been missing my milk something awful ever since you
started eating normal food." She pulled her shirt over her head and let it drop
to the floor. Alan was transfixed. With a smirk she said, "see you're hypnotized
by my big, sexy titties."

"H-hypnotized..." he stammered, echoing her dumbly.

She giggled, "yeah, that's right you are, aren't you. I guess you just miss
being dominated by a big sexy girl and her big milky tits, don't you?"

"Ummm-"

"I can tell you do. You can't lie to me, and you don't have to lie to yourself.
Just do what feels good." She took hold of the back of his head, and pulled him
gently down to latch on to her nipple. He offered no resistance. "That's it,
drink it all down. We don't want it to go to waste. This body is literally designed
to feed you like this, and we both know you just want to keep feeling this way."

Kira looked down at Alan's peaceful face. The last year had seen her turn into a
powerful psychic, become celebrity level gorgeous, and start making everyone around
her fantasize about letting Kira dominate them. It was an incredible change, and
she was still exploring the implications of her new powers and beauty.

